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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}]
~~~ TEMPTATION ~~~
Harry daffodilled Sporcara and warned her of the extra guests. She said that Sporcaro would be only too pleased to practice his culinary arts on family and guests. Once she heard about it, Narcissa also inveigled her way into the meal.
Needless to say John and Isabel were surprised and so was Giuseppe. John quietly vouched for his friend and so Giuseppe borrowed a medallion for the night. The dinner was a great success as was the gondola ride afterwards. The two priests relaxed together and the party was regaled by stories of the pranks they had pulled when on the exorcist training at the seminary. It turned out that a muggle had to have the tingle before they were singled out for special training and the company surmised that it was another genetic trait like the recently revealed magical one.
They even managed a quick look at Chalet Cadmus, taking late evening drinks on the terrace.
Draco saw the Italian priest home by gondola.
As he alighted Giuseppe handed the medallion back: “Thank you for such a wonderful time, I’ve felt guilty about not meeting John. Our half promises never got us anywhere. We lead such busy lives, and our consciences always prompt us to go that extra mile with our flocks. Thus we never seem to have time for our own recreation. That evening was very special for both of us, I really am most grateful.”
“We were told off about not taking enough recreation, Beppe, so maybe we’ll have to ask you to dinner again, maybe you could come and see John’s parish soon. So hang on to the scarab and use it to visit John occasionally.”
“Perhaps … Yes … I would like to … Now that we’ve made contact again … Mmm … I’ll have to consult my diary …” A distracted but smiling Giuseppe wandered off towards the door of his lodgings. Draco saw the door close and then asked Sporcaro to take him home.
In bed that night Harry reported a similar discussion with John.
~~~ SATURDAY ~~~
Most of the morning was taken up with introducing Dumbledorians to places they had not yet visited. Lunch was a family affair taken on the terrace overlooking Lac Léman, mainly consisting of the people who had attended the Blakes’ Christmas Dinners. After a cruise on the lake the party had a celebratory dinner in the grand dining salon at Palazzo Pevrello, a few of them followed that up with a moonlit gondola ride before every one returned to their homes.
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Sunday followed the usual village pattern so it was Monday when things started moving again.
~~~ MONDAY ~~~
That morning found the Blakes at Palazzo Pevrello. Mid-morning Alfredo came to take coffee with them.
“The Auction House has withdrawn the silver-gilt service from its sale and we have it in our safe keeping. We will release it back to you once your lawyer has completed all the necessary paperwork.”
“That’s good news, how soon do you think we’ll have it back here?”
“With a bit of luck in about four weeks, but don’t bank on it; our muggle ministries thrive on paperwork, and may well produce some more meanwhile. Be that as it may, I have had some information about your father’s whereabouts, Draco. It seems his band of marauders is playing at being pirates. I mean playing, because I think they are hiding out on one of the out-of-commission ships moored in the Lagoon, probably only whilst awaiting the money before moving on. However, I’m not sure which one of about fifty. I was wondering if the British Aurors could help us out.”
“Are all your men tied up on other duties?”
“All my men – that’s a laugh – all my men are my assistant and a would-be trainee. I’d rather not risk the trainee if at all possible, he’s a bit excitable.”
“Could you not appeal to your superiors?”
“In a way I am my superior … Technically I report to the Venetian Colonel, but he tends to let me get on with things my own way … Oh … I can see you don’t understand our set-up; let me explain. There is no national Sentores force as in your country. Each city state has its own office, however we do co-operate, hence my colleague Bertie being informed; he has a similar department in Florence. I suspect that to organise an efficient raid I’d need to persuade most of the Sentores in Northern Italy to help.”
“You seem very undermanned.”
“Yes, we are. To begin with there aren’t that many mages in Italy. The Faschisti saw to that. Il Duce had a pogrom against mages when he gained power, helped no doubt by certain reactionaries within the church. The problem was exacerbated by inter-city rivalries where, in order to save themselves, one set of mages betrayed another one. Many mages moved away, others buried themselves in the country, where people still believed in the old ways, and were prepared to dissemble when nosy officials came probing. The magical community is only just starting to come out of its shell and the isolationism doesn’t help recruitment either. Information gathering is my main task; as mages, we have contacts and skills in eavesdropping that the muggles don’t. So now you can see why I’m feeling somewhat out of my depth.”
“Harry, this is right up your street, isn’t it?”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Draco. Or is it passing the buck? I think we should get our new Eagles involved, don’t you?”
“They’re still around here somewhere, tinkering with the wards … Sporcara?”
“Pop: “Yes Master Draco?”
“Would you mind asking Master Michael and Mistress Tracey to attend us, please?”
“Yes Master Draco:” pop.
Ten minutes later Michael and Tracy arrived and were told the various pertinent facts and the reasons for needing help.
“How did you find out that Lucy and the Satraps are staying on a ship?” asked Tracy of Alfredo.
“One of my informants overheard a conversation between four youngish men in Paradiso Perduto, the local gay club. I got the whole thing almost verbatim, but it boils down to the fact that these four were looking for someone to kidnap and take back to the ship. He was drawn towards their conversation because they were a tad older than most of the clientele. He also went the rounds and warned his friends about their possible abduction ideas. So, as far as we know, no gay muggle has been abducted yet, although the colonel will let me know if anyone like that is reported missing.”
“They’re bound to have occlusion wards set,” observed Tracy: “However since the raid on the Manor we know what kind they’re likely to use and we have the necessary breaking-hexes available. The problem is in knowing which ship.”
“Ideally we should try to get someone on board,” said Michael: “Perhaps as a first attempt we should identify the ship. I’d like to get Crassus in on this; he, George and Vernon are working on a locating gadget which might be of some help. If it works as I think it does, we might manage to clip a device inside one of the satraps’ robes before they apparate back to the ship. All we need is someone to find a willing Satrap.”
“Sporcara?”
Pop: “Yes Master?”
“Would you ask the elf-vine to find Master Crassus and ask him to attend us please?”
“Yes Master,” pop.
“What’s the elf-vine, Harry?”
“It’s something that the senior elves use to pass messages, Freddy. I’m not sure exactly how it works, but Reeves, Stewards and Housekeepers are all connected to it. It’s something Kreacher has devised and has affinities to the Portal system, daffodils and family floos.”
A further ten minutes elapsed and then Crassus appeared: “Hi Harry, how can I help?”
“Hello Crass, meet Freddy, he is the Venetian Sentoro – they’re like our Aurors …” Harry and the others explained the problem to Crassus.
“I thought you weren’t listening when I told you at that Quidditch match, Mike.”
“Well now you see that I was. Not all of it went in; mind you, but enough to help me remember. You lost me on the technical description. So tell everyone what it does, please.”
“It’s tied up with the ‘Point Me’ charm which, as you know, will not point to anything that is occluded. We’ve also used some of the homing beacon magic. Thus for a limited time the ‘Find Me’ gismo inside an occlusion will activate a pointer wand. The problem has been with the timing device. If a mage tries to enter an occlusion with a location beacon activated, the majority of occlusive wards evict them. If we get it inside an occlusion, then its signal has to pierce that occlusion only briefly or else the ward-alarms go off. It has to be variably intermittent because any regularly timed pulses would also alert the wards. Vernon and George were the ones who cracked the timing device; so we’re ninety percent sure the gismo will work. It looks like a small silver paper ball just under quarter of an inch thick – the sort of rubbish one might find at the bottom of your trousers pocket or fallen down inside a ladies’ handbag.”
“What are its drawbacks, Crass?”
“A limited range of forty-nine triangular magi-leagues, Mike; only one tuned pointer per gismo; the need to have some idea of the location, an operator who can triangulate, and it’s still experimental. Oh, and don’t plant it on an exceedingly neat person, they might just clean out their pockets before going home.” Crassus grinned at the company.
“Forty-nine triangular magi-leagues just about covers the whole of the lagoon and we know where the groups of dead ships are, would that be enough info, Crass?”
“Yes Mike, all I’d need are three well separated places around the perimeter. They would need to be apparition friendly and, of course, secluded from muggles and bad mages.”
“I can find those for you, Crass.”
“Thanks, Freddy. How long to set them up?”
“Tomorrow or the day after.”
“Any special gay events on the horizon, Freddy. Something that those four might be attracted to?”
“Yes Tracy, Wednesday night, the club is having a roman night. Fancy dress, togas, military outfits, plumed helmets etc. I could have the posts set up for then.”
“All we need is a gay mage to plant the gismo.” Tracy grinned provocatively at Harry and Draco.
Draco sighed: “I s’pose it’s my turn, but I’ll need some Polyjuice, I’ll look too much like my father otherwise.”
“More than one dose, Draco,” said Tracy: “You don’t want to revert whilst in an amorous clinch, do you?”
The company chuckled as Draco blushed.
“Fine … I’ll go and chat up Kingsley and Uncle Arthur and get permission for our Eagles to help with the raid,” Harry volunteered: “We’d better spread the word round the rest of our lot too; they’ll feel miffed if they’re left out. Anything more, Michael?”
“Yes, Harry,” it was Tracy who spoke: “You may have some political difficulty in getting one country’s Aurors to act inside the jurisdiction of another country. It might be better to just use the Dumbledorian Aurors as private citizens and include them in our usual set-up.”
“I agree with Tracy,” put in Alfredo: “I could get my colonel to co-operate but the form filling would take six days at least. He’s very good at looking the other way if I drop him the hint, that is, as long as things don’t go totally pear-shaped.”
“Okay, I’ll let Uncle Arthur and Kingsley know what we’re doing, he’ll probably send along an observer or two – I bet one of them will be Mackenzie – he gets landed with us every time. Not that I mind, he’s an okay sort of chap.”
~~~ ENGLAND ~~~
D&H met Francis when they arrived at the cottage.
“Those papers from the church wall were very interesting. I hope you don’t mind but I have shared the contents with Mr and Mrs Davis.”
“Who, Tracey’s parents?”
“Yes Draco.”
“Why?”
“Because they are antiquarians.”
“Yes I know that.”
“Quite a few of the papers reveal the history of the village and they are better at reading ancient documents than I am.”
“That seems fine by me, Draco,” said Harry: “Annabelle and Franklin have just moved into twenty-five Ash Street. They told me they had a stone in their house which came from the ancient stone circle surrounding the church.”
“I had known it was part of a monastery set up, but not anything earlier,” Draco looked studious: “as I understand it, it was of the Celtic persuasion. The alms houses were adapted monks’ cells and the cottages facing them are built on the remains of the nuns’ cells. Our cottage was the Abbot’s lodging.”
“Someone told me,” added Francis: “that the Farmers Arms was where the old gatehouse and visitors’ quarters were. That’s why it sticks out into the road.”
Franklin had arrived during the conversation and added: “The schoolrooms and church hall were adapted from the infirmary. We are having great fun understanding the old maps. We think that the thane’s hall stood where Milkwood stands. Godric’s Grange, where the new college is, is inside the circle and is probably part of the dorter complex, along with our own house and the cottage at number twelve Ash Street. The thing is that, after the dissolution, Harry’s ancestors bought the place, and used some of the buildings. Demolishing others to build annexes and alterations. Thus you see stones from the ecclesiastical buildings re-used in the secular ones. Annabelle and I are having great fun cataloguing them. Seamus and Dean are giving us some of the stones when they renovate the buildings. In a couple of cases we, with their team, have managed to erect doorways from salvaged mullions. Not in the right place, I grant you, but definitely improving the looks of the houses concerned. The original Celtic organisation seems, at some time, to have existed alongside a more conventional layout. There were quite a few alterations for instance the guest rooms were extended …”
*He’s a bit like the Ancient Mariner when he gets going*.
*… Um … Yes …Or Hermione*! “Perhaps you could tell us more Mr Davis, when we aren’t so pressed for time. We think Lucy’s going to attack a palazzo in Venice. We’re here to collect our new sergeant and some of the troops.”
“I understand … Tracey was cock-a-hoop over her promotion … I thank you both on her behalf. Just a last bit of information – The Broonies’ pool was a sacred spring, probably the reason for the stone circle being here.”
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Headed by our two, the Dumbledorian contingent escaped to Number Twelve.
Arthur was definitely chary about allowing Aurors to operate within another country’s jurisdiction, despite Draco pointing out that Lucy was a British criminal. As Harry had expected Mackenzie was seconded to them as an observer almost immediately. Draco, Harry, Tracey and Michael sat round the tea table in the cottage, giving the Auror an insight into what was going on and discussing possible attack scenarios.
~~~ ATTACK ~~~
On Wednesday afternoon Alfredo took Crassus around the various secluded sites, they had borrowed the duple and the cloak so that they could fly unnoticed. The places had been chosen so that up to twenty mages could also congregate, ready to fly towards the identified ship from different angles. Michael had recruited Ganymede and Alexandrou to help because of their elemental water magic. They were going to make a local storm as an attention diverting tactic; both to stop attentive muggles seeing what was happening and to divide the defenders’ concentration. Alfredo’s contact was keeping watch at the club and would let the Sentoro know when and if the satraps arrived.
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That evening Sporcaro wanted to serve a full blown dinner and had to be persuaded instead to have a running buffet. It was fairly fancy, and Harry overly praised his elf-chef in order to keep domestic harmony. The blinds were drawn between the palazzo and the Grand Canal, in order not to draw attention to the battle attired throng taking their ease inside. Some sort of tense common-room atmosphere hung over the main rooms whilst awaiting Tracey’s signal to start.
Dusk came and went and about nine-thirty Alfredo received the telephone call from his contact to say that the quartet of Satraps had arrived. That was the signal for Draco to go to their bedroom where Harry would help him put on his toga.
“Merlin Harry, this toga’s too short.”
“No it isn’t. It nicely hides your privates but still looks risqué. You know what Freddy’s contact said, about the club’s inmates being daring.”
“It’s all right for you, you’re going as a centurion and that leather skirt thing almost comes down to your knees.”
“You forget, Lover Mine, that it is made of strips and if I turn quickly they fly out and reveal more.” Harry gave a twirl and Draco got a glimpse of his lover’s personal playground.
“You’d better not get a hard on, Harry. It’ll either lift a strip or part them and poke out for all to see.”
“So are we equal then?” Harry ogled the curve of Draco’s buttocks revealed where the hems of the short toga split away.
“Hmm … Okay … But it still feels draughty. I s’pose we’d better get on with it.”
They descended to the ground floor, and received a number of joking wolf whistles as the pair boarded the gondola. Tracey had decided it was safer for their two leaders to go by water, even if the club was not that far away, it would belie the fact that they were almost next door. As they set out both Draco and Harry took swigs at their Polyjuice flasks and by the time they arrived at Paradiso Perduto Draco-t was a svelte red-head and Harry-t a shaven egg-head. Neither looked the same but were roughly the same body size. Each had grown an inch or two with the result that Draco-t’s hemline was bordering on the indecent and Harry-t was showing a lot more thigh than he had intended.
If they had felt embarrassed in front of their mates they felt almost overdressed once they had arrived inside the club. The music had a strong beat and the darkened dance area had strobe lights. Harry-t supposed that one or two participants were wearing flesh coloured body-stockings, because they appeared to have nothing but a laurel wreath covering their vital organs.
D: *Merlin Harry, look at them. I’m used to our poolside nudity; somehow this barely hiding of the facts seems more alluring. It’s quite disgusting*.
H: *Our worries about propriety were unfounded, it seems. Merlin! Someone’s already groping me through my strips. Oh! It’s our contact*. “Hi there, interesting way of gaining my attention.”
“I just wanted to know if you shaved all over, I see you do. You sport a nice set too.”
“Please stop caressing it, I’d rather not show it to all and sundry.”
“Why not, it’s a good size; you’d be mobbed by all the little queens if you did.”
“Remember that we’re here on a mission.”
“Oh! Alright then, but you’re the back-up and I do so love smoothies. The ones you want are the ones supposed to be gladiators over there. I’m rather hoping that one removes his shield soon.”
“I can see why too, he’s another smoothie. Now let go or I’ll hex your balls off.”
D: *Careful Harry, he won’t understand hexing. Once he stops masturbating you we’ll nonchalantly wander over to their vicinity*.
Harry-t stamped on the bloke’s foot.
The contact let go: “Ouch! What did you do that for?”
Harry looked meaningfully at the man.
“Okay, okay. I’ll stop now but I expect some suitable payment later.”
D: *Harry tuck it in, it’s poking out between the straps*.
H: *Bloody man. What do you think he means by payment*?
D: *I expect he wants you to shag him, he doesn’t behave like a top, but you never know, do you*?
Harry-t fixed a wicked grin on his face: *I’ll have to see if he’s better at it than you, won’t I*?
Draco-t adopted an insouciant expression: *I’ve got four to seduce, you’ve only got the one*.
H: *Perhaps I’ll part my leathers and see how many queens I can fuck in one night*.
D: *Okay Harry, you win – now – to work, Mon Amour*.
Both of them giggled.
“Hello Gorgeous, can a gladiator buy a drink for a centurion?” The smoothie homed in on Harry-t.
“Well now, I might just take you up on your offer, as long as it’s just a drink.”
“Of course, for now it is. What’s your poison?”
“Surprise me … Mmm?”
“Oh … I’ll do that all right.” A grinning smoothie went off to buy drinks.
Draco-t was not far away gently jigging around to the music. He felt a hand stroking his arse. He knew it was one of their targets.
“I rather expected to be chatted up before being pawed.”
“Then you shouldn’t have worn such a revealing dress. It reminds me of Bella, a naughty girl that I used to know,” replied the groper.
‘I wonder if he’s talking of Dirtitrix,’ thought the disguised Draco: “Oh …! How naughty?”
“You wouldn’t believe the tricks she used to get up to; she was voracious and cruel too. People of our ilk used to run a mile when she was on the rampage, but it was fun to be in the audience when she had a bloke all tied up and horny. I like watching a bit of BDSM, how about you?”
The bloke’s allusions reminded Draco-t of watching his aunt whilst she played with a very presentable muggle. In fact, the groper bore some resemblance to the victim. “Well now … That all depends …”
“I can see that you’re in to it.” The groper ran his hand up Draco-t’s thigh and fingered his almost hard erection: “Nice one; can I have a look?”
“Not here, it’s too public.” Draco-t was now hard: “Do you know of somewhere private?”
“If you’ve got a couple of hundred Euros to spare? There’s a place near here which has some private pads.”
“How far?”
“Almost next door. It’s an old palazzo, looks grotty from the outside but that’s just a front.”
Draco-t had been told of the place when Alfredo had briefed them earlier: *Harry, we’re going to Casa Accoglienta. Warn me if the others decide to come along*.
*Okay, two of them are propositioning me at the moment; I’ll keep them occupied for as long as I can. That’ll give you ample time to plant the gismo*.
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