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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
~~~ REPELLENT ~~~
Only Hermione was slightly dubious about the plan to fool the satraps, the rest thought it was a good joke on the Seignior. It only took a couple of minutes for Harry and Draco to prepare.
“Bloody hell!” remarked Ronald admiringly, as Justin performed the glamour: “If I hadn’t seen you transform I’d be scared shitless.”
Draco put on his best Malfoy imperious look, adopted his father’s swagger, created his father’s silver topped cane out of a branch and strode grandly towards the cabin’s front door. Harry was close behind him under the cloak.
Once inside the tholus, The Malfoy pushed the door open with a bang and marched through the entrance hall and ante room into the withdrawing room; glad that he had studied the plan carefully.
“What kept you?” one of the satraps asked sullenly.
“Are you questioning your Seignior? Crucio!”
Said satrap fell down wriggling and crying piteously whilst the others whispered about the boss being in a bad mood.
“Any more dissidents?” The Malfoy looked round accusingly.
“NO SEIGNIOR,” the rest of the satraps quavered, bowing humbly.
“Good! The attack has been postponed by one week. Go back to your previous places of residence and reassemble here at the same time next week.”
“But …”
The Malfoy looked at the dissenter, pointed his cane/wand and raised an eyebrow.
“… It shall be as you wish Seignior.”
Draco put on the Malfoy’s dangerous satisfied smile. “Go … I want to be alone here … Well? … What are you waiting for?”
The satraps looked at The Malfoy’s menacing cane and scowling face, bowed quickly and scuttled for the door; struggling not to be last to leave the room; almost immediately there were cracks of apparition; followed by an elfin pop.
“Wilcommen in Die Schwartzberg, Meister. Die mob is departed,” the Hauptdiener affirmed, as Draco took off the glamour: “Schnauzenhund, I am; Die Schwartzmeister you are not!”
“I’m here, Schnauzenhund,” said Harry, taking off the cloak and, in so doing, making the old elf jump. “Sorry if I startled you. Draco is my partner in all things.”
"Ist good mein Shwartsmwister." He gave Draco a bow also.
Draco left, to hand the others through into the warded dome.
“Die Schwartzmeister as he wishes, must do. For being surprised, Schnauzenhund will himself go and thrash.”
“Schnauzenhund will do no such thing, is that clear Hauptdiener?”
“Yah mein Schwartzmeister, quite clear. To do it yourself, do you wish?” The old elf began to lift up his filthy sack-garment revealing a multi scarred back.
“No … Pull your clothing down … Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear. You are under a new régime now, no kicks and punishments, you continue to serve us, but as equals not as slaves. We value your service and you value our protection.”
“Yah mein Schwartzmeister, but Elder Kreacher, when he told us, I did not quite believe. The injured hauselfs, they are doing well?”
“Hermione and the ladies are seeing to them,” said Draco returning at the head of the posse. “Some ought to go to hospital; they’re in a very bad way.”
“To go to hospital, hauselfs never have been allowed, Schwartzmeister.”
“That’s the first change then, Hauptdiener. The next change will be to the wards.”
“Ron and I will start on them straightaway, Harry.”
“Thanks Hermione. Draco and I will see where the portal to the chalet should go. Hauptdiener do you have a walk-in cupboard backing on to a chimney breast, please? Preferably leading from a hallway.”
“Yah mein Schwartzmeister, where outdoor cloaks are usually hung, one of two there is.”
“Will you show us please? To make things quite clear; Draco is my partner in all things, so I’d like you to obey him as if he were me, please?”
“As Die Schwartzmeister orders, so it shall be. The closet, here it is.”
Harry and Draco looked round the cupboard whilst the Hauptdiener removed the few remaining outdoor clothes.
“That’s quite suitable, Lover.”
Astoria appeared: “Shall I go and get one of the vanishing cabinets?”
“Yes please Tor. We’ll set it up close to this cupboard in the hopes that it will transform into a portal when we make the one to Chalet Cadmus. Make sure you’re wearing your medallion or you’ll slide off the new wards.”
Astoria chortled: “As if I ever take it off,” and disapparated.
Quarter of an hour later there was a heavy clunk outside and a lot of female swearing.
D&H went to see what the matter was. An exhausted Astoria stood supporting herself on a very ornate vanishing cabinet:
“The Circe-cursed thing wouldn’t be shrunk. It seems that it was one of the originals and was anti-shrinking cursed. I’m worn out!”
“Come and sit down, I’ve got some chocolate.”
“Thanks Harry.”
D&H transported the heavy cupboard to where they wanted it.
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Ginevra joined them and, seated closely on a three-person sofa, the quartet stared out at the new fiefdom which contained green pastures with a fringe of pine forest and a backing of mountains. Their valley was a corrie with a small lake at the bottom end. Using field glasses, they could see that it emptied via a waterfall situated in a craggy gorge. Harry said that they had used his cloak as he and Draco had flown across the river.
“The mountains keep us safe, I think. That waterfall stops people climbing up further.”
“A true mountaineer could reach us.”
“Yes; but they tend to be likers of solitude.”
“I bet the spring flowers here are gorgeous just after the snow melts, Tor.”
“Mmm … I like the ones they have in the boxes on the balconies, Ginny.”
“Um … This cabin’s bigger than I thought it would be.”
“According to Francis it has eighteen bedrooms, Harry. Some with shared bathrooms and some ensuite completely; we ought to have a tour, so we know about your new domicile.”
“After lunch, Love; I’m a bit bushed just now. I wonder if those are our cows over there?”
“No idea!”
Pop: “Schwartzmeister; Hans, the Proctor-Elf am I. After all that is outdoors, look I. Belong to the estate, those cows do. Their milk nobody has been using. A small butter mountain in the cellars now we have; and much cheese also. Because throwing food away we hated. To reduce the herd, I was thinking, but then too long the grass will grow. As it is, for winter feed we cut it.”
“Talk to Elder Kreacher, Hans, I’m sure he can find a way for the production to go into useful hands without the need to cull the herd. He will explain about the portals, once we have connected them, and how we can quickly export the produce to where it is needed.”
“Yah mein Schwartzmeister, it shall be as you wish. Lunch is ready Hauptdiener Schnauzenhund says to tell you; to the dining room, may I show you?”
“Thank you.”
The Proctor-Elf led them into a snug room towards the back of the house. The woodwork glowed and smelt of fresh polish. A wood fire blazed in the hearth, not too big, but enough to keep the chill off the room. Along one side there was a long dresser, its shelves held twinkling silver and glistening cut glass. Its main top held innumerable dishes, all giving off delightful aromas. In the middle was a large oval table with a heaped centrepiece of flowers adding to the overall fragrance. Each glittering table-setting had lace mats placed on the dark red polished wood. A number of timid house-elves hovered nearby.
“Hi Guys, Hermione and I have finished the wards, how did the cabinet connecting go?” said Ronald, joining the throng.
“We have a place chosen for the portal and the vanishing cabinet is placed next door.” Draco pretended to fan Astoria melodramatically: "Tor had to carry it un-shrunk."
An explanation took place and once the connection had been made Ronald and Hermione promised to go through to reinforce the Grunrasenhof’s wards.
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“Those slopes look as though they’d make good skiing in the winter.” Michael was looking thoughtfully out of the window: “I wonder if they have grass-skis available?”
Hans appeared: “Schwartzmeister, your guests please inform that for skiing we are fully equipped, both on the snow and on the grass; should they wish to try.”
“There you have your answer, Mike,” said Astoria: “You all try it, if you like. I think I have expended enough energy this morning; especially with making arrangements with Grandmamma about the impending ball on Saturday.”
“Oh Schwartzmeister, that you were entertaining this weekend, you did not say.”
“It’s all right, Schnauzenhund. The ball isn’t here it’s in Vienna at the Grunrasenhof.”
“Plotting to raid that the bad ones were, Schwartzmeister. When to plan the attack the Seignior arrives, what do we do?” The old elf quivered with worry.
“Firstly, he’ll bounce off the new wards that Hermione and Ronald have made. Then he’ll try various hexes; which will bounce right back at him. We will stay here until tomorrow, just to be sure. We’ll ask Elder Kreacher to organise some back-up in case he comes here in force later. It’ll take about ten minutes for the Dumbledorians to be here, once we are connected.”
“We could stay until then, couldn’t we, after all it is a holiday.”
The others agreed
“In England are they not, the other mages, Schwartzmeister?”
“Yes. The portal system will join them to us, so it’ll be just like walking through so many doors.”
“For elves to use it, it is possible, yah?”
“Yes Hans. As we take over more of the Black properties it is our intention to have them all linked in this way. At the moment you are the newest addition. The portal here will lead to The Chalet Cadmus on Lake Geneva, and other places including Maison Malfoi at Guéthary and onwards into another for The Burrow etc. Elder Kreacher’s main domicile at Chantry Cottage is connected to that at our London house. That’s also our headquarters; plus, we have an apartment in Hogwarts School although our two elfin here professors use that now.”
“Elfin professors?” Schnauzenhund looked amazed: “The school that accepts elves as students, that is; is it not Schwartzmeister? But Elf-professors???”
“That’s correct. Phealey and Pullet are those professors there. If you have young elves of the correct age, I am sure Elder Kreacher can arrange for them to attend.”
“A problem there is, though. Hardly literate in English they are.”
“Again Kreacher can help with that. I’m afraid that Durmstrang isn’t as enlightened as that yet, but Hermione is in touch with one of their Quidditch coaches, and they hope to persuade the governors eventually. Beauxbatons start their first intake this year, that will add pressure on Durmstrang, we hope.”
“That English the new international language is, I think. To attend Hogwarts, for our youngsters it would be better. If, to arrange literacy lessons for them, Elder Kreacher especially can.”
Pop: “Harry, I have been talking to some of the other elves here and they feel the same way as Hans does, we have half a dozen likely candidates.”
“Thanks Kreacher.”
“Elder Kreacher, I am appalled. Die Schwartzmeister by his given name you cannot call.”
“Why not? As a Seneschal in the Wizengamot I am his equal and as his Reeve, his close advisor.”
“Of our Wizengamot, elves members cannot be.”
“That’s just the kind of prejudice we’re fighting against, Hans.” Hermione informed him: “We understand your need to be attached to a family house and, although I personally don’t like it, the business with clothes. That’s why Beldam Dorothy is arranging for you to have something neater to wear. Harry has worked around this issue so that you don’t have to give up your attachment to the Blakes unless you so choose.”
“Circe forbid! Herrin; a reasonable meister now we have found; compunction to ask for clothes there is no longer, danke. Very uncomfortable I would feel, I still think; Die Schwartzmeister me calling him by his given name.”
“You may continue calling me by that name if you wish, Hans. Think hard though, all of us are Dumbledorians and we all consider ourselves as equals.”
Hans and Schnauzenhund went into a whispered huddle with some of the other elves present.
“Schwartzmeisters; Harmeister und Drameister, acceptable would it be?"
“If you so wish, Schnauzenhund; and for the others?”
“Ginfurstin und Torfurstin we suggest?” The Captain-Butler bowed to each lady in turn. Harry wondered if Schnauzenhund would click his heels if he were wearing any shoes.
Ginevra and Astoria giggled and nodded their heads in acceptance. Similar titles were given to the other Dumbledorians.
As the meal progressed various other of the timid elves were introduced and the Blakes wondered exactly how many there were in this particular domain.
“Of hauselfs here are twenty-two adults, Drameister; und elfins sixteen,” Schnauzenhund replied. “On the estate most of them are working!”
“Have any of you ever been away from the estate?”
“Nein, Torfurstin. If absent we had been ever, death by Crucio our punishment would have been.”
“Astoria?”
“Yes, Kreacher?”
“When I knew that you would be visiting the Grunrasenhof I went to see their Hauptdiener, offering our services.”
“That was pushing the domicile rule somewhat, wasn’t it?”
“Not really, Harry. We used the earlier episode about Guéthary as a guide line; Astoria is a Dumbledorian after all … Well maybe we did … Slightly!” Kreacher clasped his hands and rocked them to and fro; pretending to look guilty: “Anyway, we were thanked for offering, but politely told that all was in hand. However, I was given the tour of the town-house and while we were going round I talked about the places you had visited. We chatted about the corps of elves and that gave him an idea, so he went to see his mistress, the Duchessa, and the senior elves had an equivalent invitation. I feel sure that it could be extended to include the leading elves here.”
After they had finished chuckling at Kreacher’s audacity, Harry asked: “Well Schnauzenhund, would you like to go?”
“If Harmeister orders it, go we will have to.”
“I am not ordering it. I am asking if you would like to go. That is a lot different.”
“But apparating long distances we were forbidden …”
Hans grabbed Schnauzenhund’s arm and pulled him into another elfin huddle. Eventually the Hauptdiener looked up at Harry: “Yah, Harmeister, to go we would very much like. Your permission to have, we would like.”
“You already have that, Schnauzenhund. Talk to Kreacher and arrange the details, all right?”
“Yah, Harmeister, vielen danke.”
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Kreacher, Pullet and Phealey took the Blakes aside after the meal, beckoning Dean and Seamus to join them.
“Have you noticed how docile the house-elves here are?” started Phealey.
“Um … I suppose it’s because of the way they were treated.”
“It’s more than that Harry. We can feel an enormous amount of elf-magic around us,” explained Phealey: “We strongly suspect that the building you see is not how it really is.”
“So, you mean that most of the elves here are holding an enormous house-glamour?”
“Yes Draco,” answered Kreacher: “I would prefer not to ask them to desist, it would be encroaching on Schnauzenhund’s territory a little too far, I think.”
“Um … You want us to ask them to stop?”
“Perhaps not as blunt as that, Harry; maybe a gentler enquiry into the reason for the Building-Camouflage? I suspect that what is underneath is fairly decrepit.”
“That’s why we’re involved, isn’t it Kreacher?”
“Yes Dean, well guessed!”
“Um … Let’s get it over with then … Schnauzenhund!”
Pop: “Yah Harmeister?”
“Thank you for thinking of our comfort by disguising the chalet to look so appealing. My friends and I have appreciated all your household’s efforts to make us welcome. But at what cost to your elfin helpers; mmm?”
“Oh Harmeister, us out you have found; to punish ourselves we shall go.”
“Enough of that … We have already told you to desist from that kind behaviour.”
“Yah Drameister, it is as you say! But overwhelming the shame is, for our new meister, a presentable abode having not. Neglected the repairs the previous owners did; even when to do it ourselves we asked for materials. Tortured to death two previous Proctor-Elves and one former Hauptdiener were, in front of the entire household; that everything was not perfect for daring to suggest.”
“Before you start lighting funeral pyres; just listen, Okay?”
“Yah Harmeister.”
“Our two friends Dean and Seamus are the heads of the Department of Magical Construction at Hogwarts. They are always on the look-out for buildings to renovate as projects for their students. I am sure that they would like to undertake the renovation here, if you would let them.”
“Oh, yah danke, Schwartzmeisters. We were wondering, when our youngsters we let attend Hogwarts, if to hold up the edifice we would have enough energy left.”
“Is it likely to fall down if you release the Building-Camouflage?”
“Not yet Dean-meister, but serious dry and wet rot in many timbers we do have.”
“Perhaps one of you will show us round, removing the individual charms so we can see what has to be done?”
“Yah Shay-meister, to do so I would be glad.” Schnauzenhund made his bow again. “Our beloved home back in proper shape again, it will be such a relief to have.”
After the meeting, Hans and his platoon took those who wanted to grass-ski to a suitable set of slopes. Seamus and Dean went with the Hauptdiener; Hermione went to look round the library, Ronald being introduced to some of the beautifully carved chess sets by a worthy elfin opponent.
The Blakes were taken on a tour of the chalet by Gudrun the hausfrau, who seemed to rule another small army of domestics. The first floor contained five front and five back bedrooms of which four were ensuite rooms one in each corner. The next floor two sets of threes, and the top floor had one of each under the apex of the eaves. The top two floors had shared bathrooms; however, all the rooms had individual flower bedecked balconies. In the centre behind the middle rooms was an ornately carved balustrade guarding the surrounding atrium-type stairwell with inner balconies.
After the extensive tour the mages sat on the veranda again.
Astoria smiled: “Grandmamma’s taken a real liking to you, Harry. Did you notice how readily she agreed for the elves here to visit whenever they liked?”
“At least it will solve Schnauzenhund’s dislike of apparating. With that I quite agree, I hate that squeezing dizzy feeling.”
~~~ SURPRISE ~~~
Just before teatime there were a number of flashes on the outside of the chalet’s tholus, followed by some sulphurous swearing. Draco and Harry went to see who it was. Harry had donned the invisibility cloak, as the pair strongly suspected who stood outside the wards.
“Really Father, such language!” Draco pretended shock. “Did you want something?”
“What are you doing here, you’re meant to be in Vienna with your catamite?”
“As you can see I am not. I would prefer that you were not so derisive about my partner.”
“So … Are you going to let the rightful master into this establishment?” This was Lucius at his most imperious.
“He is already here.”
“Really?” A slight rising of his eyebrows displayed Lucius’s surprise, but he recovered quickly. “What happened to the previous inhabitants?”
“When we arrived they were apparating away.”
“How dare they go without my permission?”
“They seemed to think you had just told them to go home, because something had been postponed. They were also grumbling about a lack of remuneration.”
Lucius’s eyes widened slightly: “The ungrateful wretches, they shall feel my wrath.” Again he recovered his equilibrium. “So … You are staying longer in Vienna?”
“Possibly!” Draco realised that his financial barb had struck home. “Were you thinking of calling on Astoria’s family?”
“Astoria? Is she your intended? If so; congratulations. What have you done with the Potter fuck-buddy then?” Lucius smiled cruelly.
“If you are again referring to my dear partner, you seem to have forgotten your manners, Father,” Draco pulled his face into a scowl: “I thought you always remained informed of all the current news.” Draco now pasted an incredulous look onto his face. “You must be failing in your duty not to know of the Dumbledorians permanent commitment to one another.”
“I had heard some such rumour, not that I placed much credence upon it.” Lucius made a disdainful flip of his hand. “How is my wife?”
“Your ex-wife is fully recovered from your unholy treatment of her, thank you.” Draco folded his arms defiantly.
“You will pass on my compliments to her, won’t you?” – Imperial Malfoy again.
“I doubt your compliments would receive any welcome recognition, so I decline to trouble my mother with any such messages,” an equally august Draco replied.
“How dare you?” Anger and then Lucius feigned disdain. “A true scion of the Malfoys would not treat his father in such a manner.”
“A true progenitor of the Malfoys would never have associated himself with Voldemort, to such an extent as bring the Malfoy name into such ill repute that it ceased to exist.”
“You call yourself a Malfoy …”
“… No, I most emphatically do not. I serve a far more honourable ancestry - that of Duindhu and Blake.”
Lucius drew himself up looking shocked. His wand flew into his hand and he cast a Crucio at his son. The wards repelled it straight back, having Lucius trembling in agony. Somehow he managed to apparate away despite his pain.
Draco turned to Harry, who had now become visible: “See … I told you I could handle him. Still … Only you being there gave me the courage, Lover.”
A hollow snarl seemed to come from the place where Lucius had stood a few seconds ago. Harry stepped through the wards and sent an Incendio along the apparition trail. Not that they heard any results of the impact, or more of the Seignior just then.
A hovering Fawkes indicated that he was extremely pleased at the outcome.
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