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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
~~~ REALISATION ~~~
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A little disturbed, Draco cleaned his lab up and decided to give Harry a nice sexy surprise at Grimmauld Place. So, without waiting for his lover, Draco went back home. Grouchy met him with the salver of letters. Draco took his couple, opening the one from Harry first. That was another puzzle because Draco felt sure Harry would have said something about his visit to the workshop over lunch.
“Grouchy?”
“Yes Master?”
“Are there any letters for Harry?”
“Yes Master, one in your handwriting.”
“Did Harry sleep here last night?”
“No Master, I assumed he’d gone through a portal to one of our other residences.”
“Hmm … There’s no need for that letter now, I saw Harry at lunch and explained where I was last night. We may as well destroy it.”
“But it’s his letter Master.”
“I’ll tell you what, we’ll open it together and then you can see I was not hiding anything.”
“Erm … Okay … I am quite sure that it’s your handwriting.”
They opened the note and Grouchy read it, he agreed that it was inconsequential and they burned it.
Before Draco could arrange a sexy greeting Harry arrived, so Draco gave his Lover a long, lingering welcome kiss. After that they sat on the sofa in front of the fire with their hands exploring intimately. This was something that Grouchy had seen many times before and took little notice of, but not at this time of the day. However, when he came to announce dinner he gasped and then tried to cover up his surprise by loudly announcing that the meal was ready. Zipped up and hand in hand the lovers went into the morning room and sat side by side at the table. Draco received another of the breathless appeal messages whilst Harry’s free hand was unzipping Draco’s flies. This worried Draco slightly because Harry was never this forward and especially at the meal table. It was normal for them to practice decorum in case someone dropped by for a chat. By the time the desert was served Draco was almost a trembling piece of jelly – resembling their sweet – because Harry’s digits were caressing all the parts that turned Draco on.
“Please let me finish the meal before we go any further. I know I promised, and I will keep that promise but let me get enough sustenance inside me before we start on what you obviously intend to be a sexual marathon.”
“Okay, I can wait a bit longer,” Harry stopped stroking but kept his hand touching Draco’s pulsing prick.
Another bodily need became apparent in Draco’s stomach and he decided that getting rid of the waste might just be a good idea before Harry fucked him into oblivion.
“I’ve got to use the lavatory first Lover; otherwise things might get a little messy later on. Why don’t you go and prepare our bed, let’s pretend you’re the Pasha again?”
This got Draco a quizzical look, as the doppelganger searched through Harry’s implanted memories for the right response. Meanwhile Draco had gone into the little room downstairs and was there enthroned. He jumped when Grouchy popped in.
Draco was about to remonstrate with the cheeky elf, but Grouchy interrupted him: “Sorry Master Draco, but this is very urgent. I’m almost sure that the person waiting for you in bed is not Master Harry.”
“Why is that?”
“Well … You know that elves can see through Polyjuice disguises, don’t you?”
“I seem to remember Sporcara saying something about that, yes. What has that to do with Harry?”
“Well … Whoever that is, is in disguise. It feels like Polyjuice but when I look beneath there is nothing there. It’s as though the being underneath is made of mist. It’s very puzzling.”
“Hmm … I’m glad you told me … The Smiling Ones thought there was something amiss with him at lunch time. And then he’s been behaving somewhat out of character about sex things as well.”
“Yes I know, it’s usually you who feels him up at table and you never go as far as he did tonight.”
“Hmm … Just recently he said ‘okay’ and not his usual ‘fine’. Who might know the answer? Not Mistress Hermione, it might become a little cramped and embarrassing in here.”
“She couldn’t apparate in here without drawing attention by the crack. What we need is a knowledgeable elf.”
“How about Grammarian, you know; the one that works with Hermione and Astoria on the portal theories.”
“I’ll go and find him.” Pop.
The Harry knocked on the door: “Are you finished yet Draco?”
“No, not yet, I think I ate something that didn’t agree with me at lunch.”
“Well you will eat oysters; I’ve told you before about checking them thoroughly.”
Draco nearly blurted out that it was not oysters but, Slytherin like, checked himself: “Yes I’m sorry, I thought I had done. When I come out I’ll take a potion and be ready for the romp in no time flat, Okay?”
“Okay, but don’t keep me waiting too long I might go off the boil, or think that you are cheating on me with someone else.”
‘There was that okay again’ Draco thought, as he heard the Harry stomp off; then there were two very quiet pops.
“Hello Grammarian.”
“Hello Master Draco. We had a quick look at him outside the door whilst we were waiting. That misty thing means he’s a doppelganger. Don’t, whatever you do, let him give you any fluids, especially don’t let him fuck you or swallow any of his sperm. Don’t look so shocked, Grouchy has filled me in on your relationship, and anyway Hermione let something slip after you made that first portal. The reason is that, once its liquid is inside you, it can control you completely. I suggest a long bout of sickness might be a good alibi. We heard your feeble excuse and I’ve obtained a special skiving-snack from WWW that would give you the necessary symptoms. Only eat the brown bit – the blue bit restores you.”
“Thanks, now what?”
“Eat it, go to bed with the creature and almost immediately you’ll pass wind and a little liquid will spray out, enough to smell horrible,” suggested Grammarian: “Call for Grouchy and have him escort you to the bathroom and we’ll talk more there. I have a few things I want to look up first.”
“Better still I’ll ask him to make up another bed with waterproof sheets in a separate room so that I can recuperate without infecting the Harry. Do sleeping draughts work on doppelgangers?”
“I’ll look that up too, good idea Master. Now we’d better go.” Two almost silent pops left Draco cleaning himself. During the discussion Draco had lost his need for sex and his parts had shrunk, so he took a hand to his appurtenance before swallowing the sweet. Thus it was with some semblance of a hard-on that he went to meet the doppelganger.
Just before he entered the room he received another sending from the real Harry, again it was a longer sex craved message, it enabled Draco’s dong to reach its full elongation and allowed him to reply that help was on its way before the sensation faded. Thus it was with an eager unsheathed prong that the Malfoy scion entered the bedroom.
“I’m still feeling a little queasy, Harry. Let’s just hug for a bit until the potion takes hold, please.”
The doppelganger took a look at the proud member in its surround of golden curls and nodded its agreement; and stood watching Draco undress and licking its lips in anticipation. Draco turned to put his folded clothes carefully on the chair and, as he bent down, an enormous fart left his bottom, spraying the hovering doppelganger with ordure, the resultant smell was asphyxiating.
“Oh dear, I don’t think the potion is working, maybe it’s a bug of some kind. Sorry about the mess, you go and get cleaned up in our bathroom. I think I had better go to another room in case what I have is catching. The pain in my abdomen is terrible. I’ll see you in the morning if I feel better, good night, Lover.”
Draco managed to find an un-splattered part of the doppelganger’s face and briefly kiss it. He exited doubled up and groaning. He paused outside the closed bedroom door and heard their bathroom door close and the shower start to run. He then straightened up, took the blue half of the pill and followed Grouchy into one of the guest rooms. There was still a lingering smell so a Malfoy shower was also called for.
Whilst Draco was cleansing himself Grouchy found a tasteless sleeping draught and put it in the doppelganger’s night time chocolate, waiting until Grammarian returned before taking it into the bedroom. He also managed to remove most of the odious smell from that bedroom before the doppelganger came out of the bathroom.
Grouchy and Draco waited in the magically locked guest room for Grammarian to reappear, which after half an hour or so, he did.
Pop: “Sorry to keep you but the subject is a trifle obscure. I took the liberty to inform Hermione and her plus Blaise and Astoria are scouring various libraries. I hope you don’t mind?”
“No, our inner group have few secrets from each other, They’ll probably poke fun at me sometime, probably when I’ve done the same to one of them, we enjoy our little sparring matches, but they no longer mean anything. That also means that Ron will get to know, not that I mind his jibes any more either, it’s more a game with us now. So what have you got in the interim?”
“Firstly, that the doppelganger will react to a sleeping draught. Which one did you use Grouchy?”
Grouchy showed them the depleted bottle.
“Did you use all of that, Grouchy?”
“Yes, is it not enough?”
“Quite the opposite,” Grammarian chuckled: “It’ll knock him out for at least a day if he drinks it all. Their constitution differs from a human’s.”
“Right then; I’ll go and give it him. Harry always has some chocolate at night so that memory will be imbedded at least.” Grouchy popped off and returned smiling a couple of minutes later: “He started to sip it and was reading that joke book you gave Master Harry for Christmas, Master Draco.”
“Hermione said something about you being able to direction-find Harry, Master Draco; and then she blushed profusely, Blaise just giggled uncontrollably.”
Draco told the two elves about the incident when Harry was captured and his role in finding him, blushing slightly when he revealed the damp patch theory of Hermione’s.
“So, we put you on a broomstick and wait for Harry to have and orgasm, do we?”
“That’s a possibility, although his sendings seem to suggest unfulfilled orgasms. I could try to send to him though, I got the feeling that he is able to send just after eating, or maybe it’s when he’s very sexually frustrated. Other times he appears to be drugged or asleep.”
“Okay … Next time it occurs try to get aloft and home in on the sensations. If we have to search the whole of London it will take weeks. Hermione is researching a reference I found about a doppelganger having an unseen umbilical cord attached to its donor. If one of them dies then the other becomes the real person, but at the moment we are not sure what happens if the cord is severed. The other hope is that there may be a way to make the cord visible. However, that might alert the doppelganger and its creator to the fact that their scheme is revealed.”
Grouchy popped out and soon reappeared: “It’s drunk the lot, so that gives us twenty-four hours at least.”
The fireplace flared and Hermione’s head appeared: “Just a social call to see if you are both coming to church on Sunday, Draco.” All the while Hermione’s eyes were searching the room.
“It’s all right Hermione, the doppelganger’s not here.”
“Good … May we come in?”
“Of course, how many are you?”
“Eight or nine – Ron knows and the Smiling Ones were worried after their second lesson so they came to chat with us. They stayed for a meal and that’s when Grammarian flooed me, so naturally they volunteered. Then Astoria and Blaise know too, Justin and Susan are still doing some research in the British Library, I was quite surprised that they had a magical section. Do you think we’ll need more?”
“Let’s keep it at that for the moment, come in and bring your books with you.”
“How did you know I had books?”
“Come off it Hermione, you always have books. Anyway, Grammarian said you’d gone to raid the Hogwarts library. Come to think of it floo to the library; the Black tomes may well have some references.”
“Uncle Professor Travis gave me some as well,” Blaise informed them.
“I’ve got a couple from Glaswelltdy too,” added Astoria.
“Right, we’ll see you there in five minutes. We’ll come through the portals; it’s less messy that way.”
Draco went down to the library and started to look through the card index Bookworm had made. He then chose four likely books from the shelves. He heard the door open and as he turned round he started chuckling.
“What’s funny Draco?” Hermione asked looking slightly peeved.
“It’s a good thing you brought some helpers. Have you brought all of Hogwarts library with you?”
“I was in a bit of a rush and miniaturising each one takes time, besides the gallant gentlemen offered.”
“Four of them did,” Ronald added, “So I had to too, didn’t I.” He mock glared at Crassus.
The books were all put on the table and Hermione allotted some to each of them to study. The next two hours were almost silent bar rustling pages and scribbling quills. About midnight, Grouchy brought in some coffee, and Hermione called a halt.
“Let’s share what we have found out, shall we. Maybe that will give us some ideas where to delve next.”
Draco was sipping his coffee listening to Honorius make his report when he put his cup down sharply: “Sending – upstairs quickly,” and rushed out of the room.
On the flat roof Draco jumped on to his broomstick and started to revolve slowly, trying to get some idea of Harry’s direction.
D: *Keep sending, Harry. What does the potion taste like*?
H: *Almonds with a hint of mint. My body must be getting used to it, I don’t feel too woozy just now*.
D: *When it seems to be taking effect think of citrus fruit and try to conjure some liquid with that taste into your mouth, it will help to counteract the potion*.
H: *That’s why I’m lucid after eating. Griswold’s been giving me orange juice to drink. I’m tied in this confounded chair, but he has removed the milking apparatus. Every couple of hours he comes and plays with my cock. He’s not geeky at all, that was a disguise but not a glamour. I get the feeling he’s fairly week magically. He took ages over the making spell. What is that being he made*?
D: *A doppelganger, and there’s supposed to be an invisible umbilical cord between the both of you. We don’t want to cut it until we know what it would do. The usual team plus the Smiling Ones are doing some research, and we’ve got Grammarian helping out*.
H: *He’s the portal elf, isn’t he … Uh-oh, my captor’s coming I’ll have to pretend to be asleep … Bye*.
Draco landed: “South-west ish.” He pointed: “I guess about four to six miles away.”
Mordant had a map in his hand: “Somewhere in the Wimbledon area, probably.”
Grouchy appeared: “We’ve moved the books into the bedroom here, and replaced the bed with some chairs. Is that all right Master?”
“Well done, Grouchy. Perhaps some pep-up potion as well? Oh … And could you get all our broomsticks please?”
“They’re already here master.”
“Thank you, that was very thoughtful.”
“We want Master Harry back in one piece too, Master.”
“According to some of the books there is an invisible placenta between the real Harry and his doppelganger. I know you can see through Polyjuice disguises. Is it possible that you might detect this cord?”
“I’m not sure Mistress, but we’ll go and look.”
Not much later Grouchy returned looking crestfallen: “Sorry but it’s invisible to us too.”
Septimus jerked up from the book he was reading: “When you say we, Grouchy, does that mean there are other elves helping as well?”
“Yes Master, of course. The whole Corps is on the alert, even the French, German and Italian ones want to help so that’ll be about two-hundred and fifty of us, why do ask, Master.”
“I know you can detect magical establishments that have elves serving them and apparate there. Can you find other magical ones as well?”
“Yes master, but it’s slightly more difficult.”
“Master Draco seems to think that Master Harry’s in a cellar somewhere south west of here; probably in the Wimbledon Area or maybe a little further out.”
“There are quite a few magical establishments round there, Master, but we’ll go and look if you want us to.” Grouchy prepared to leave.
“Just a minute, Grouchy.”
“Yes, Master Draco?”
“If you find where he is that would be great. However, don’t attempt a rescue until we know how to counteract the doppelganger making spell. We might just kill or maim Master Harry for life. If what I saw earlier through our link is anything to go by, Master Harry’s attached to a machine and that probably maintains this invisible connection.”
Pop: Kreacher appeared: “I heard most of that Draco, I’ll instruct the corps, we’re all gathered in the dining room. I hope you don’t mind but we miniaturised the furniture so we could all fit in.”
“Of course I don’t mind – you were quite right to do it.”
“Thank you Draco – Mordant, may we borrow your map, please?”
“Of course – I’ve drawn a rough quadrant on it, bearing in mind Draco’s remarks. Try that first and then work outward from its fringes.”
“Kreacher?”
“Yes Draco?”
“Will you leave someone here, please? And arrange some sort of communication chain. If Harry gets in touch via the mind-link again we may have time to narrow the area down somewhat.”
“Grouchy will be that contact Draco – We’d already agreed a network.”
“Thank you, you’re ahead of us as usual, I’ll try not to teach my grandmother how to suck eggs again;” Draco chuckled self-depreciatingly.
“I shall also tell the Corps not to disturb anything or anyone, but we will try and identify this Griswold person. I have a feeling he’s masquerading in that guise.”
“Hmm … Thanks again, anyway!”
Kreacher popped off and the mages returned to their research.
~~~ MORNING DEBATE ~~~
The pep-up potion enabled them to study all night; so by five in the morning the mages had some idea how to combat the doppelganger spell.
The Elves also had some success: “It’s 28 Carnation Drive, Masters,” Grouchy reported: “That Griswold character is not Griswold at all. It is Scrofulous Pucey. He’s a great-uncle of Adrian Pucey. According to the Hogwarts Reeve, he had no part in making any of Master Albus’s machines; a fact that the ex-headmaster’s portrait confirms. We also had a look at his potions store; he’s taking a Firmamens-juventis potion regularly.”
“He’s poisoned himself to stay young then,” explained Draco: “Scrofulous, Scrofulous? Oh! I remember now, he was Voldie’s favourite during the first war. Father told me that he was made to take the potion, so that Voldie could fuck him regularly and his anus would stay firm. He must be at least a hundred and twenty.”
“He looks about twenty-three now, Master.”
“I wonder what his motivation is for wanting to control me?”
“Never mind his motives, Draco. We have to save Harry.”
“Yes Hermione … Sorry. I think the substitute idea is probably the best one we’ve produced; do we agree?”
Everyone nodded approval
“What happens if Scrofulous doesn’t take his potion, Draco?”
“He’ll deteriorate quite quickly. At his age I think the process would kill him, Hon.”
“Does that mean that if we substitute Griswold for Harry, the doppelganger will become Griswold?”
“Yes, but its body will deteriorate as Scrofulous’ body does,” replied Grammarian: “Only on the donor’s death does the doppelganger become the donor. The possibility of it surviving that kind of rapid deterioration is nil. If the real Harry was killed now, the doppelganger would become Harry and age as Harry would have done. Griswold/Scrofulous would lose control of the Doppelganger as well; because, to control it, he has to control the link. Once the donor dies the link goes”
“The Firmamens-juventis potion saps the vitality of the person taking it, and they actually age faster than normal, underneath,” Blaise observed: “Deprived of his potion Scrofulous will die, there is no doubt about that.”
“What we’re planning seems very callous.”
“Hermione, that man was responsible for at least two dozen muggle torturing-to-deaths that I know about,” Draco grimaced: “He gloried in blood – I strongly suspect he wanted to take over my body, kill Harry and then use our bodies to become another dark Lord. If you want a clean killing, perhaps you’ll cast the Avada at him?”
“You know I’d never do that, Draco.”
“Don’t be too sure, Love,” Ronald put in: “If someone was going to kill you, I’d have no hesitation in using it.”
“I’d have no compunction either, if it was Gilda’s life in danger,” added Blaise, abetted by the agreeing Smiling Ones.
“Yes but …”
“… Hermione, we don’t have time for a long ethical debate about this. The longer Harry’s connected to that thing the more difficult it will be to sever him. All the other alternatives risk killing him or leaving him as a permanent vegetable. It was you who posited the idea. Wasn’t it?”
Hermione sighed: “Yes it was … I suppose we’d better get on with it then.”
Ronald and Draco went to hug the troubled witch and Astoria held her hand comfortingly.
The love-in was interrupted by Harry’s sending: *Draco … Are you awake*?
D: *Yes Harry, we were just planning your rescue*.
H: *Fine … Um … I’ve just incarcerated and langlocked Griswold*.
D: *How did you do that, I thought all your fingers were covered up*.
H: *They still are … Um … he started playing with my cock again. I watched helplessly for a bit and then realised he was making it circle just like the binding hex flourish. So I thought ‘Nothing ventured’ and focussed my magic via my prick. He’s a big sticky mess just now because the ropes that came out were mixed in with my long awaited orgasm*.
D: *Coming right over*. “Hey guys, Harry’s just spooged an Incarcerous on Scrofulous, so we’d better get over there to release my lover.”
Everyone fell about laughing when Draco explained a little further. Nevertheless, they did start to apparate to the quiet back alley that served the gardens behind Carnation Drive.
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