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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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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
~~~ PROMOTION ~~~
Back at the Ministry on Monday morning, Harry and Draco reported what had happened, to their chief.
“It’s a good thing there were some special constables there,” remarked Kingsley, with a wry smile.
Draco looked shamefaced and started to offer an apology.
“You misunderstand me, Draco, I was musing on how lucky we were to have the extra personnel; not offering a criticism of the Dumbledorians. However, I think it might be a good idea to have some more of them sworn in. Your promotions have been ratified by the Wizengamot Watch Committee. So now you need a platoon to command, Captain Potter-Blake. Your 2i/c will be Colour-Sergeant Malfoy-Blake. I’ll leave it up to you who to put forward as special constables, but a couple of sergeants from the new Dumbledorian aurors to help might be a good idea. I have in mind Michael Corner and Tracey Davies, both of whom have shown outstanding application recently. I don’t want to disturb the other older platoons, they function well, especially the one that has Mac as its Captain.”
“Won’t he feel put out, Kingsley, after all he has the seniority.”
“I’ve discussed it with him, he was worried that we would be adding the new intake and disturbing the trusting relationships that each platoon has already built up. It was his suggestion that we place the ex-Dumbledore’s Army Aurors under your command. So Gentlemen; you have a ready-made platoon who have already developed that trust ethos. As Mac says ‘Why try to fix something that already works’. All you need are some special constables from outside the Auror-establishment and your platoon will be complete.”
Draco and Harry had been having a mental conflab whilst Kingsley talked: “We’re both happy with Michael and Tracey being sergeants,” Harry said: “Would you object too much if we had a goblin and a couple of elves sworn in as Specials?”
“I thought you might suggest that and I floated it past the Watch Committee. A couple of the old guard were against it, but we have more of the progressive seneschals represented, so they were outvoted. I was agreeably surprised when Seneschal Dendron voted for the motion. Can I guess? Erm … Phealey and Pullet with Hamish for the goblins?”
Draco chuckled: “You obviously have your thaumic ears in the right place, Kingsley, those were the ones we were thinking of. Kreacher would be too old and he has his hands full; being the Elder Elf as well as being our Reeve. The Smiling Ones need two or three years’ experience before they should be considered. I know they’re only a couple of years younger than us, but they did not have the rigours of Harry’s pre-training, nor were they real combatants in the recent battle.”
“I agree. Your age group were battle-hardened from that fracas. The intake afterwards is only just settling in. Still,” Kingsley smirked: “It’s on your plate now Gentlemen, they are designated to your platoon as full constables. Their ranks were confirmed at the same meeting that promoted you two. There are some cornets assigned too, no doubt my secretary-elf will have the list. All you have to do is designate the name for your platoon.”
Draco chuckled: “How about ‘Harry’s Own’?”
“Don’t you dare!” Harry smacked Draco on the shoulder: “It should represent all of us, I’m not into self-aggrandisement; it’s bad enough being ‘He-who-lived-twice’ as it is.”
“All right, all right. I was only joking. Maybe we choose a mythical animal.”
“Fine … The only problem is that all the ones I know of all appear to be represented in our magical world … Um … I was reading about eagles a couple of weeks ago and their symbolism. One idea was that a double-headed eagle represents the joining together of mightiness.”
“Yes … Good one Harry … The eagle is one Zeus’s signs along with the oak.”
“Oak, did you say?”
“Yes why?
Harry slapped his own forehead: “Of course, you’re Meledyn!”
“What are you talking about, Harry?”
“It’s something that happened a day or so before Cedric was killed when Voldie came back.”
Kingsley chuckled: “Have you not introduced Draco to Hendy yet? How remiss of you.”
Draco grimaced: “You two are holding things back from me.”
“So you’re a Dinionlas as well,” Harry looked puzzled: “I don’t remember you there when I was inducted.”
“You wouldn’t, I was inducted just before Albus went to join Henderwen. I can feel Hendy pulling me now, he feels somewhat impatient.”
“Um … Now I come to think of it … Oh dear … I think he’s cross with me.”
Draco tried to understand what was going on via the mind meld, but found it was blocked, so he jumped up, grabbed Harry by the shoulders and shook him: “Will you stop talking gobbledegook?”
“We’re not speaking nonsense, Draco. I though you knew Brythonic.”
“What … Oh … I see … Hendy … Hmm … Old house … Hmm … How can an old house talk to you?”
“Hendy is a shortened form of Hen Dyn and a reference to Henderwen, Draco, where he lives in Pwllas Hendy Celyn.”
“How can an oak tree live in a house in a holly-green pool? You talk as though the tree is sentient.”
“Well he is, Lover, and he wants to meet you. He’s a bit cross because I haven’t done so beforehand.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I can feel his moods”
“Is that why I cannot contact you mind-to-mind?”
“Probably! He seems very insistent that I introduce you.”
“Very good, let’s go then.”
They said goodbye to Kingsley walked to WWW and used the portals to go to Hogwarts. Then Harry had a thinking time: trying to remember the way. Draco became impatient, but had to await Harry’s cogitation. Hendy realised what Harry was doing and gave him specific instructions as to the route.
"Are you quite sure where he lives?"
"I am now, Hendy’s giving me instructions it’s in the centre of the Dark Wood. Properly called Pwllas Hendy Celyn. Have you got your towel with you?"
“Yes!” Draco held said item up for Harry’s inspection.
Harry led the way confidently and, as before, Hagrid came out of his hut: "Where ye takin’ Draco, Harry?"
Harry was still preoccupied and just pointed, so Draco answered after a minute’s silence: "Old House in Holly green pool, I think."
"Righ!" D'ye know the way?"
"Harry's showing me."
"He's a Dinionlas, so ye'll be all righ’. Have fun!" and gave Draco a crooked grin.
Draco puzzled over the old Brythonic and wondered what a green man meant. He nearly lost sight of Harry, who seemed to be slowly melting into the foliage. Draco followed in Harry's tracks as the pathway was very narrow. Twenty-one minutes later they emerged into a clearing, surrounded by a hedge of holly. The gap by which they had entered, closed.
Harry had changed subtly, he looked a sort of mottled green and was hastily undressing: "Come and meet Henderwen," he whispered, sounding like the breeze in the trees. It was nothing like Harry’s normal voice
Draco shrugged, divested himself of his clothes and felt conspicuously white in this very green environment. He heard another windy voice: "Nice ... Slate-green eyes ... silver birch bark ... He'll do well, Drwsoch. He'll be the replacement for Ystlumdu whose shade is still unquiet."
Harry smiled and held out a green hand. Together they waded into the pool, it was soft to the touch, and not too cold either. Until they reached swimming depth Draco wondered about the ‘black bat’ he had to replace.
"Worry not about Ystlumdu, Meledyn, he'll be happier once he leaves here," the voice cajoled: "Come ... See me in my glory." The centre of the pool became disturbed and the sculpted green leaves of an oak appeared. It grew and grew until the whole glade was overshadowed. In the green gloom, Harry almost disappeared, but Draco held on to the green hand. The tree stopped growing and the fair one perceived they were on a small island. In the trunk was an open doorway, Harry went inside. Draco went to follow him but a spectre stopped him.
“It took you a long time to come to release me Godson.”
Draco realised who ‘Black-bat’ was and had difficulty in not grinning: “Sorry Uncle Sev, we’ve been sorting out Astoria’s patrimony. The goblins will be using it as a mining school, because the muggles are threatening to breach the Cornish mine where their current school is situated. We met another Brythonic speaking being there too. She’s the daughter of the goblin in charge of the school.”
“Good, now I can rest in peace, knowing that Harry will look after you and you will temper his wildness. You had better enter.”
“Yes Uncle … hmm … goodbye!” But the spectre had melted away.
As with many magical dwellings, the space inside exceeded the area enveloping it. Being used to such things Draco followed Harry inside. A flickering golden light illuminated the room from the fireplace. Draco noted that there was no hint of red coals or flames.
"Ddraig goch hath no welcome here, dewin," the windy voice said.
"Why am I called 'The white man', Hendy?"
“Because thy bark and leaves resembleth that of a silver-birch. Thou also hast the possibility of letting ye Ddraigtân enter, dewin. It destroyeth all green things that liveth. And that may happen now that Drwsoch rideth with thee, dewin."
"When will that happen?" asked Draco, feeling puzzled.
"If ye hand of Ddraigllwydd defeateth thee."
"I have met a few dragons, but not heard of a grey one."
"Thou art his seed, dewin. Come, thy time of junction approaches."
Draco realised that Hendy meant his father by that. But the tree refused to answer any more of Draco's questions.
The room inside was beautifully vaulted and there were what appeared to be chairs round its walls. Made of wood they seemed integral to the glowing green and gold decorations. Harry was already sitting in one, seemingly growing out of it. Others were occupied too. Kingsley, McGonagall, Pomfrey, Hamish and Ollivander, were some of the people he recognised. One chair was vacant next door to Harry, so Draco surmised it was for him. As he sat it enveloped him, sensing every one of his contours. The others, bar his partner, faded from sight and the flickering light enveloped all of Draco's senses. It played with his fingers, flexed his toes, breathed perfume into his nostrils, filled his mouth with a sweet liquid and caressed his stomach. However, what set Draco Meledyn groaning in delight were the genital sensations. Minute roots seemed to be penetrating both openings and exploring inside. The sensation was mind bending, and Draco experienced repeated dreams of coition with his special Gryff.
When Draco awoke, he was still in the snug room with the others, but now he had that green mottled appearance and appeared to be part of the wall. He was also re-aware of Harry’s mental presence as well as that of Hendy.
“Now you know how to be unobtrusive, Meledyn." Observed Kingsley: "It is a true camouflage against any background; unlike Harry’s cloak which merely hides your identity. It will be very useful when you are carrying out your auror duties. Even ‘Hominem Revelio’ will be negated."
Draco realised that the others, including him, were standing. He supposed they were naked, but it was impossible to make any outlines out except Harry’s. In fact, their faces were mere ideas of their reality and melted as he concentrated on them. His partner only remained in any recognisable form and that was misty.
"Shall we return to the pool, Draco?"
The Slyth moved towards the door and perceived Harry's outline as he sank into the welcoming water. Draco joined him.
"Remember, Meledyn, to think of me when thou wants to be invisible," whispered Hendy's voice: "Farewell!"
Draco became aware of Harry’s surprised feelings. Listening in, he realised that Harry had seen Fawkes sitting in the tree.
F: *Henderwen is my resting place, My Sons. He and I have a deep and everlasting connection. He holds my soul when I regenerate and in turn I hold his soul every two-hundred and seventy-three years, thus it keeps us both young and fresh in spirit*.
H: *Two-hundred and seventy-three years, that seems rather old*
F: *Mayhap to you mortals it is, but to trees that live for thousands of years I am but a teenager. Beside which, that is the allotted span of thy mortal years.
Harry’s sending sounded astonished: *We are to live so long? We’ll be old and decrepit by then. Just like Bathilda*.
HD: *Bathilda wast one of the Tetulwyrdd, as both of you are. That evil monster, whom thou callest Voldie, cursed her. So her allotted years were cut short. What thou encountered wast but a simulacrum of the real Bathilda. Her spirit had departed some months afore then*.
D: *Two-hundred and seventy-three years is arithmantically special, Harry. Being the thrice sum of the three sacred multipliers. I hope my brains are still active at that age. Grandpa Abraxas was gaga a long time before that*.
HD: *Abraxas wast not Dinionlas, Meledyn. The Dragon Pox wast the cause of his dementia and his demise. Thou hast been inoculated, I hope*.
D: *Yes*!
H: *I haven’t*.
HD: *Thou art immune, Drwsoch. Thy mother’s line carried that immunity in their blood. T’was the combination of inbreeding in the Malfoy and Black lines that caused the need for protection*.
Harry felt amusement in Draco’s next sending: *So Father’s ideal of pure-bloodedness was flawed also. I’m glad I have a sensible partner*.
HD: *Thine offspring wilt need protection, Meledyn. Whereas those of Drwsoch wilt not*.
D: *Based on our present state of mind, Hendy; I don’t see us having any offspring*.
HD: *Thine ideas are erroneous, Meledyn. I foresee the prime sacred number plus one in thine combined futures, despite thy present sexual preferences*.
H: *Is it possible that one of us has to bear them*?
HD: *Nay, Drwsoch, thou hast not the right internal equipment. All things wilt become clearer to thee in the Good Lord’s time*.
Despite repeated requests, Henderwen would not reveal anything more. Harry marvelled at the way Draco rephrased questions in order to catch the tree-spirit out, but it was to no avail. Giving up, Draco looked around, the pool felt cool and deep. Then he looked back and there was no tree, there was no island, even Fawkes had disappeared, only Harry was left splashing about and laughing. Despite his puzzlement Draco soon joined in Harry’s enjoyment of the pool and its refreshing qualities.
All predictions of future children forgotten they enjoyed each other’s company feeling a new bond between them. That enhanced their togetherness feelings in a way that no sexual activity could have provided. In fact, that sort of activity seemed out of the question in the sacred atmosphere of the Green-holly Pool. At last, as they drew out of the water Draco noticed, at the feet of the holly hedge, that there was an abundance of 'Forster's Blue Salvia' an ingredient he had been trying unsuccessfully to obtain. He gathered what he wanted and then dug up three healthy plants. He placed preserving charms on them and resolved to give them to Neville, so that fresh supplies could be available to the auror forensic department and Blaise’s shop.
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Their abstinence did not last long though. As they were passing along the shores of Loch Dhu certain denizens of the deep beckoned. On looking closer they found that it was Clamshell and Stormwave.
“What are you two doing here?” Harry asked innocently.
“Waiting for you two to fulfil your promise. I have some gillyweed here.”
“Oh!   It’s that time is it?”
Draco was already undressed before Harry had started to take off his clothes.
Clambering back on to the shore one hour later they were worn out, but sported big smiles and bright pink penises.
~~~CONTINUING ~~~
The next part of their agenda was an equivalent disco at Number Twelve to celebrate Seamus’s twenty-second birthday. Two other celebrations took much the same format when firstly Draco had his equivalent festivities, followed a fortnight later by Dudley. They were so busy that the combined party for Harry and Neville almost took them by surprise.
D&H practiced their new talent for concealment with great effect when Harry had to follow certain suspects. Whilst waiting for potions to cure Draco used to go and sit in the corridor outside the holding cells. His unseen presence seemed to encourage prisoners to chat between themselves and many interesting facts were learned that way. The result of both mages efforts was the increasing ability for the Auror department to make surprise arrests and offer irrefutable evidence to make the charges stick; despite the accused having friends in high places.
In fact, a number of shady Wizengamot seneschals were forced to resign much to the Progressive and ‘Old Codgers’ parties joint pleasure. Glandulous expected people in his party to toe the line, and Harry’s progressives expected exemplary behaviour. Where the seneschal concerned was a member by right of inheritance another less greedy member replaced them and on one or two occasions a new hereditary right replaced the old. Thus House Granger was elected to replace House Underwood and Hermione became a seneschal in her own right, having been accepted as an advisor previously. If a deposed seneschal was a representative on of one of the magical institutions, that body’s board of governors elected a new fellow.
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With good NEWT’s in ‘Care of Magical Creatures’, Paulus applied for and was taken on as a trainee dragon-keeper. His prowess in Parseltongue stood him in good stead in creating an amicable understanding between the satyrs and his new employers. There were a few incidents of accidental damage but nothing like the problems that Draco had encountered. There was a more personal side too; Charlie took the trainee under his wing. They soon were sharing everything including a bed; making a reasonably efficient team in caring for their charges.
The same happened for Alexandrou, only he was drafted into Hermione’s and Grammarian’s ward-making team. His command of wild magic and water-thaums was useful because the wards he created were made in such a way that a normal magical-core-mage had difficulty with. The Aurors and Dumbledorians had their scarabs altered accordingly
Neville’s and Harry’s birthday do was at Grimmauld Place, Draco inveigled him away under some pretext or other the day before; when they returned the house had been temporarily converted into an eastern pasha’s residence. The ideas had come from Alexandrou’s memory and Sonny’s ingenuity plus a little of Hermione’s book-research. Draco even went as far to dance the seven veils. Admittedly, the last one only came off in the privacy of Harry Pasha’s divan.
~~~ ENTERPRISE ~~~
At the beginning of August, Blaise and Gilda opened the chemist’s shop in Godric’s Hollow, branching out into various magical medicines and their ingredients, many supplied by Murdoch from Woodyates’ and Harry’s wood; plus a large contribution from the Longbottom greenhouses which seemed to have a monopoly in the 'Forster's Blue Saliva' trade. There was also an input of unusual herbs from a pair of young geas-free plant-hunters. The Zabini Apothecary soon developed a better reputation for supplies than the apothecary in Knockturn Alley.
Because of Gilda’s qualifications they dispensed muggle medicines to the villagers, some of whom preferred what they called the alternative medicines. Justin set up his consulting rooms advising many magicals who had been permanently disfigured by Voldie and his death-eaters. He helped them feel better about their bodies by creating customised glamours. In the same way Susan started her thaumic massage parlour – not sleazy but to aid the victims of the Dark ones’ tortures. They included muggle victims amongst their clients.
Hermione, as well as being a member of the Warding Fencibles and being involved with the Magical Creatures was offered the post of Provost of the new further education college. That meant that she gave up actually working for the Magical Creature’s Department, although, as a seneschal, she was still a member of its governing committee. Her salary was paid by the Harco Trust and covered by the substantial income from Samantha’s investments and a top-up from the Hogwarts governors.
Being a college under university type rules it needed a titular head of some standing. In educational circles only one person fit the bill, Madame Augusta Longbottom.  So on Sunday 18^th August most of the Seneschals and other notables turned up at St Godric’s for her and Hermione’s induction. The bishop had been prevailed upon to conduct the ceremony and John had been glad to miss out his sermon so that the service was not overlong. It was a time for the British mages to don their best robes and walk in solemn procession from the annex to the church.
After the ceremony the new Chancellor was led to Godric’s Grange and be solemnly given the keys. Instead of opening the door herself, Augusta handed the key to her Provost; charging her to conduct the new college in seemly learning. This time the celebratory meal was not partaken in the village square, but under the marquee on the new college’s lawn. Needless to say, a number of WWW fireworks also marked the occasion.
Ginevra became twenty-one in the middle of August and held her celebration in the Annex’s barn. In contrast, Narcissa’s forty-seventh was a quiet family dinner at Number Twelve.
There were a few minor incidents which might have been satraps, but the Aurors could not be entirely certain. A feeling began to be built up that the Seignior had retired, or died, or become incapacitated – something that crafty Lucius wanted to happen. He had learned from his ex-master the secret of patience and plotting – besides, he was slowly building up his cash reserves by quietly selling off appropriated Malfoy and Greengrass heirlooms as well as other stolen property.
For the next few months, things settled down. Church followed by parish lunch became the weekly norm for the Dumbledorians and most of the students at Hogwarts. Harry and Draco managed to have a day away each week until Easter the following year.
They each became more tolerant of the other’s quirks and tantrums. Harry of Draco’s blue funks and long absorbed silences whilst he worked out a particular potions conundrum. Draco quietening Harry’s temper tantrums when one of his learners was unable to grasp the basics of one of a number new defensive spells, or had over-reacted and accidentally hurt someone else.
Draco and Harry were beginning to wonder if they really needed to enchant another pair of cupboards, although George had them already built. However, at the beginning of the autumnal half term holiday, something happened that made them revise their thinking.
The next modest birthday to be celebrated was that of the newly appointed Provost. Despite her friends urging her to live it up, Hermione opted for a decorous dinner at Number Twelve. In fact, it became more of a political dinner because she felt she needed to obtain various permissions and exemptions for her new students. Thus a number of influential seneschals were invited and Narcissa acted as the hostess so that Hermione could quietly lobby them during the celebration.
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In contrast Blaise’s birthday, four weeks later, was notable for its high-jinks, using the hired barn for a rave-up.
Draco’s and Harry’s first job that holiday had been, on Saturday 26^th October, to persuade Uncle Travis to allow his library transferred to Godric’s Grange, to form the nucleus of the further education library.
“Do you mean that I will have other mages visiting me?”
Draco felt worried: “Yes Uncle; that is if you don’t mind.”
“What about Bookworm, will she be coming with me as well?”
“If you would like her to come, we can make her available. After all she will still be on premises supervised by the Harco trust. I believe that Kreacher has a couple more library-elves in mind as well.”
“That seems rather exciting – I would love to be able to help other serious minded mages.”
“It will not just be mages, Uncle. Any of the sentient beings who are capable of deep thought will have the possibility of becoming student-researchers.”
“Will you two also be visiting me?”
“Of course, Uncle, we value your insights when we have problems.”
“Then I have no objection whatsoever to being moved along with my books.”
In fact, Uncle Travis was pleased because there were extensive views of the moorland and fells, which he thought resembled the scenery he was used to. Fairly soon after the move Hermione reported that the undergraduates were referring to Uncle as Professor Travis. Our pair thought that this was an accolade and mentioned it to Augusta. She arranged for a little ceremony where Travis actually became Portrait-Professor Duindhu.
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