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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}]
~~~ REMEDY~~~
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D: *Harry*?
H: *Yes Draco*?
D: *What are the wards like*?
H: *The standard ones that we developed after the Christmas ball assassination*.
D: *Do you think you could wave your prick around to give us a permissive entry*?
H: *I’ll try, there’s a garden gate at the back leading into a street or something*.
D: *Yes … We know … We’re outside there now*.
Harry tried various passes with his appurtenance but failed to make any impression on the wards: *It’s no good Draco … the best way is the shake-hands clearance. We’ll have to think of something else. Could an elf let us in*?
D: *Only if he belonged to the household and was inside when the charm was made, or, of course, had been handed in himself*.
H: *They can apparate through wards, can’t they*.
D: *I can see where you’re going with this one, I’ll ask Grouchy*.
H: *Fine*.
~~~ CELLAR ~~~
“Hello Master Harry, Master Draco says I have to shake your hand.”
“Um … Grouchy … If you do that we might disturb a thimble and we’re not sure if that would interfere with the placenta.”
“Okay; what else could I shake?”
Harry blushed bright pink: “Um … My prick? After all I got it to do an Incarcerous on Griswold, didn’t I?”
“Are you sure? I’ve not played with a master’s cock before.”
Harry giggled nervously: “Well there has to be a first time, hasn’t there?”
“Yes Master!” Grouchy gripped Harry’s semi-flaccid fidpin and shook it.
Harry looked at his steward: “Do you come in peace”
“I come in peace.”
“Welcome to 28 Carnation Drive, Grouchy. Enter in peace.” Harry now had a hard-on after Grouchy had shaken it: “Um … could you get me that flask please, Grouchy … I desperately need to pee.”
Grouchy carefully inserted Harry’s stem and held the bottle slightly down so that the liquid would not flow out.
“Thanks, Grouchy. Now, would you please go and welcome my guests?”
“Yes Master, do you want covering up first?”
“No real point, they’ve seen it all before many times when we’re around the cottage’s pool and we might disturb a connection or something, by putting my clothes on.”
Grouchy went, opened the back gate and handed the rescue party in, using the same formula that he had with Harry – but shaking hands instead. They brought with them the incarcerated and still slumbering doppelganger.
Grammarian took charge and went to inspect the machine with Hermione and Draco. He also asked questions of Harry about the various sensations he had endured. The elves took the incarcerated Scrofulous into another room; they also stood guard over him and the doppelganger who had been put in a separate room.
“It seems to be in two parts,” Grammarian posited: “This upper section with the oscillating dials is part of the placenta. This bottom half is the bit that creates to tingles and pains.”
“Are you sure?”
“Almost, Hermione … However, we’ll conduct a few experiments to prove the theory, before we start disconnecting anything from Harry’s body. I wish I knew which dial represented what function.”
“We could ask Scrofulous.”
“How’d we know we’d get the right answer? He was furious when we moved him into the other room. He’d probably try to harm Harry or even kill him.”
“He might be more co-operative if we threaten to withhold his potion from him.”
“The next dose is due tomorrow morning – we really cannot risk waiting that long.”
“Let’s try the tingle part first. What’s this turning knob do?”
“At a guess, it increases or decreases the pain. If we set it in the middle and try a shock … Erm … this switch?”
“Oh! That’s my prick, guys. Tickling pins and needles; it’s not too unpleasant.”
“We’re going to see which way the intensity knob turns, Harry.”
“Um … don’t go further please, it feels like I’m having sex.”
Draco giggled: “What this way?”
Harry shot a ball of spunk at his partner: “Does that answer your question Mr Malfoy?”
“Eew … Okay I’ll turn it down.” Draco also put a cleaning charm on his clothes.
“Coffee, Masters and Mistress?”
“Thanks Grouchy,” Draco held his hand out abstractedly, still concentrating on the machine: “These dials aren’t in rows,” he mused aloud: “But I cannot fathom the pattern.”
“It looks like a body, Master. Stand back and look at it. It’s much fatter and the face is huge. If those are Master Harry’s legs, then the switch you used is in the middle at the top.”
“That could explain the lack of labels. It’s a workable theory, thanks Grouchy. This should be your left foot Harry.”
“Yes it is.”
“Hmm … Right elbow?”
“Yeah!”
Using a mild tingle, the operators soon sussed out all the connections except the hat. That seemed to be represented by a curved display of dials at the top of the head section. Harry had already explained that Griswold knew when he was mentally active and the pointers in these dials were continuously twitching.
“We’re ninety-nine percent sure that the hat is the connection Harry,” said Grammarian: “But we need to be absolutely sure. So please quieten your body down, imagine relaxing after a hot bath or something.”
Harry chuckled: “My baths are with my partner, and they’re definitely hot, but not in the way you mean.” That got him some dirty giggles from the others. “I’ll practice my relaxing techniques, like I do after a difficult teaching session.” Harry began a deep breathing exercise and the bodily dials soon settled to register almost nothing.
“That’s working well. Now think of a problem or a difficult charm - - - Okay we have the brain section isolated, but there are more dials.”
“I know, let’s see if what we think are the eyes are actually so. Harry please stay relaxed - - - Good … Now, with just your eyes follow the tip of my finger as it moves.”
In turn, Harry tasted and smelled things, etcetera; as the magi-boffins worked out what dial represented which sense, but there were still more meters.
Draco explained to Grammarian what he was going to do and then sent: *Hey Lover, send a thought to me, please. Tell me what you’re looking at*.
D: *Your eyes caressing my body*.
“Thanks Harry, that’s got another set of dials operating. But there is still another group.”
“That message sending thing, could you deliberately send one to the doppelganger?”
“Possibly, but I haven’t tried it consciously.”
“How would we know if it’s received it? It’s out for the count.”
“See if you can get it to move its leg or something.”
“That’d be difficult because I’m still tied up.”
“I know one thing that isn’t and it would be the easiest thing to see if it reacted.”
“What?”
“Lascivious feelings; I already know it wanted to get me into bed, and its cock went hard when it tried to entice me. So Lover try to send something like that … … …”
“… … … Merlin Harry, not to me … Although I do appreciate the ideas,” Draco adjusted himself: “Try thinking them into the hat.”
It took a number of trials before they thought they had a break-through.
“Circe, Draco; I’m all worked up and it won’t go down. Come and do something for me please? I’m still quite sensitive after Griswold played and wouldn’t let me cum.”
“What about the audience?”
“I no longer care,” Harry sounded very tense, “Just give me relief, I can guarantee it won’t take long.”
Almost as soon as Draco started to play; Harry groaned and ejaculated: “Thanks, Lover; it was hell when he stopped each time.”
“Master, Masters, it worked that time for definite,” Grouchy entered excitedly: “You should see the mess it made in the bed.”
“Those extra dials registered it as well, but not your lower abdominal one. That confirms it.” Grammarian looked pleased and rubbed his hands together: “We can safely unhook the thimbles and constraints.”
For the sake of decency Hermione and the Smiling Ones had departed before Draco started to wank Harry, they now returned bearing a book and some papers.
“Look what we’ve found,” announced Crassus: “It’s a detailed record of how that machine was made. It has reference to pages in his grimoire too.”
“Does that mean I can get dressed now?”
“Yes Lover, but don’t remove the helmet yet. I’ve brought you a button up shirt and some spare clean clothes. I’ll help you dress so that we don’t disturb the wires.”
Whilst that was taking place, Grammarian, Hermione and the others were reading Scrofulous’ careful notes. After half an hour they went to search his laboratories returning with a replica helmet. It took time whilst Crassus and Grammarian checked inside the machine and prepared a duplicate set of connections. Meanwhile Draco had explained to Harry what they intended to do.
“I agree with Hermione, no matter what he did in the past, he’s entitled to a fair trial, Draco,” said Harry: “Being forced to take that potion, speaks in his favour. Look at some of the things you were forced to do when Voldie had you in his power. Nobody summarily condemned you to an agonising death, did they? Besides which; he’s a very good inventor, I have a fancy for a couple of his machines to help us out. I understand about the transfer, but maybe we should keep him alive once the doppelganger is linked to him. The Aurors have encapsulating charms; we could keep them here until the Wizengamot decides to do with them.”
“There’s something else, Draco,” Hermione added: “We think one of the books said something like the doppelganger shows the true self. I’d like to see what that means in actual fact.”
“We also thought the withdrawal of drugs idea was a bit harsh,” added Mordant: “At least let’s try Harry’s and Hermione’s ideas out first.”
“Despite our Slytherin upbringing, Astoria and I want to see the proper use of justice,” added Blaise: “there was far too much summary execution during Voldie’s reign.”
“Okay, okay,” Ronald held his hands up in a peace gesture: “It looks as though we’ve been outvoted again Draco.”
Draco shrugged and looked resigned.
As the preparations for the transfer got underway Harry practiced his thought transference, managing to get the doppelganger to walk, zombie-like, in its sleep. A number of times Draco was also unconsciously perambulating too. After a time, Draco could link with Harry and assist in this thought control of the look-alike.
Then it was the hour of transfer.
The pair of mages managed to get the naked and unconscious doppelganger to walk into the room where it was secured to a chair under Incarcerous. A struggling nude Scrofulous was brought in next and fitted with all the gadgets Harry had worn – not the very personal ones. The spare helmet was placed on the inventor’s head and its wires connected to a complicated switch that Grammarian and Crassus had fabricated. Harry had to make a transfer spell which was a type of dark magic; Draco had to make an attaching spell to overlap Harry’s once Harry was half way through. At a certain special point, the switch had to be thrown, too. The company had agreed that the two mages would try to implant a message into the doppelganger’s brain just before the transfer took place.
The two linked mages and Grammarian practiced until they had everything off pat, but just to be sure Hermione and Ronald held cards with the words written upon them in front of the pair’s eyes.
All was set.
D&H: *You are Scrofulous and will restrain Griswold from harming anyone with his spells and machines. You love him dearly*.
Harry started his incantation, at a given signal Draco started his, another signal and Grammarian threw the switch. Harry’s incantation stopped, a few seconds later so did Draco’s. Harry screwed up his courage and removed the helmet. There was a crackle of lightening and a few singed hairs, Harry sagged and Draco ran to support him.
“It’s all right Draco,” Harry said weakly: “I’m famished.”
“Here you are Master Harry. Grammarian warned us that you might be.” Grouchy held out a big mug of vegetable soup and a plate with a chunk of newly baked bread on it.
“Thanks Grouchy, you’re a life saver.”
“But I haven’t qualified yet. I’ve only been swimming for a couple of weeks, Master.” Grouchy looked worried.
The company chuckled and Honorius took Grouchy aside and explained about figures of speech.
Something was happening to the doppelganger’s body. Firstly, it put on weight and muscles to start with. The muscles atrophied and a beer-belly grew. In its turn that shrank and a wizened old man sat on the chair. As the change took place it must have affected the potion, because the double woke up. It looked round, stared at Harry puzzlingly and then at Griswold.
“I’m Scrofulous,” it declaimed: “You’re Griswold and I love you dearly.”
Various concealed wands were pointed at it as it rose and walked over to the other chair. It knelt down between Griswold’s parted knees and started to fellate him. Griswold looked horrified, but his young body betrayed the efficacy of the doppelganger’s tongue.
After his third ejaculation Griswold indicated that he wanted to speak. He looked so dejected that Draco lifted the Langlock.
“I’ll show you how to switch him off, please. Look at him he’s decrepit and smelly.”
Harry and Draco agreed that it was a fair description.
“That’s how you would look if you didn’t take the potion,” said Draco, sternly.
Harry felt sorry for the inventor: “You must make a magicians’ oath not to harm another person magically or physically whilst you live, and never to create another facsimile being.”
“Oh … But …”
“… It’s that; or have him around you all the time until you die,” added Ronald, bleakly.
“He obviously likes what he’s doing,” observed Septimus, and then more loudly: “what’s next on your menu Scrofulous?”
“To fuck him, if I can raise a hard-on,” the doppelganger leered at Griswold: “like I would have had Draco when I was younger.”
“Alright! Alright! I’ll make the oath,” Griswold muttered.
Two of the Smiling Ones went up to the old man: “Come along grandpa, all that exercise has worn you out, hasn’t it?”
Harry could feel the belief charm.
“We’ll tuck you up in bed. Then you can get some sleep and wake up ready to fuck your lover.”
The ancient doppelganger rose and shambled away holding on to their arms.
“Right … We’ll release you once you’ve made the oath.”
Griswold made the oath in his proper name.
“I’ll need my wand to cast the ceasing-hex.”
“No you won’t,” said Grammarian: “Any mage can do it. In fact, Harry would be the best one; just in case there are any residual ties.”
“I’m to kill him?”
“No Harry, it’s not a person it’s made up of your sperm and a strong cantrip. You saw it happen, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but …”
“… But nothing, Lover. Get on with it, or I’ll go on sexual strike.”
“You wouldn’t …”
“… Care to try me out?” Draco folded his hands and looked stern.
“Oh … Very well then. What do I do?”
The ceasing incantation was very short. Before everyone’s startled eyes the stand and a dish of ejaculate reappeared.
Harry grimaced and sent a “Scourgify,” because he did not want the broonies infected with the residue.
~~~ LONDON HOUSE ~~~
It was mid-afternoon when the company arrived back at Grimmauld Place. In the end they had brought Griswold back with them. The rescue party had had a picnic lunch at Carnation Drive and during the discussion it turned out that Scrofulous had been acting on behalf of the Seignior, as well as acting out some of his own depraved ideas. The Seignior’s hold over the inventor was that the Firmamens-juventis potion was a classified drug and it was via the satraps that Scrofulous was getting his supply. Now he had sworn that oath he was terrified of what Lucius might do to him. Against Ronald’s and Draco’s advice, Hermione and Harry offered the inventor protection and because Lucius had not known of Scrofulous’ nom-de-plume, it was decided that he would be called Griswold from now on.
Kingsley was brought into the secret: “He’s already served his sentence for the horrors he committed in the first war and was not one of the ones Voldie sprung in the mass break out. Making a doppelganger is not against the law, although it borders on the dark arts. In fact, the Aurors have been known to use them in explosive situations. Not quite the same spell and with certain protections to the donors;” He chuckled: “If your spunk gets blown up, it really doesn’t matter, does it?”
“Then what did he do that was illegal, Kingsley.”
“To deceive and control another mage would be the charge, Harry. That would refer to both Draco and yourself.”
“But he failed, didn’t he … Hmm … And if we pressed charges our various sexual goings on might be revealed, wouldn’t they.”
“Yes Draco, it’s quite a possibility. Don’t forget that most of the senior members of the Wizengamot are still worked up about Dumbledore’s homosexuality and being in charge of minors. Minerva didn’t help by appointing those two gay ex-aurors, either. We all know that nothing untoward happened or is happening, but they still think that something is being covered up.”
“I can see the scene; ‘Debauched Malfoy scion subverts our pristine hero’, all over the Daily Prophet. Harry’s status would be suspect, and there’d be howls of anguish that I was ever given my freedom. Could it be hushed up, Kingsley?”
“If you don’t press charges, there’ll be no publicity, will there?”
“What about the Firmamens-juventis potion.”
“There’s a clause in the legislation that allows a registered addict to be given access to listed drugs if, by withdrawing, their lives would be put in danger. What we need to do is get Scrofulous listed, I’m sure I could sort that out quietly.”
“List him under his new name, Kingsley, please,” asked Harry: “We still have the problem of Lucy coming looking for him, though.”
“He won’t be able to go back to his house, that’s the first place Lucy will look for him, isn’t it?”
“A fire!”
“What, Hon?”
“Erm … Something like … Accidental death of Scrofulous Pucey … Inventor Extraordinaire dies in a fire of his own making … It is believed that he was experimenting with a homunculus spell when it got out of hand … The fire Brigade arrived too late to save him … Or some such idea.”
“Good one Hon, homunculi are definitely banned beings.”
“We need to rescue some of his good machines first,” suggested Crassus: “He’s a genius – misguided I grant you – but his knowledge is very valuable. Learning how to make them could be seen as an extension of Filius’ Peaceful Magic Programme.”
“If we suddenly found a genius, my father would smell a rat and come gunning for him. So we’d need to keep him under wraps somehow.”
“Yes Draco; not Hogwarts, there are still sympathiser siblings there; nor the Ministry – it still leaks like a sieve.”
“It looks like somewhere within the Blake domain then.” Harry sighed melodramatically and then smiled: “You know Draco; Switzerland is the place for inventors. We could fix Griswold up with a workshop at the chalet. In one of the old wine cellars. We might even ask him to rejuvenate the steam launch for us. It would keep his brain active. With a portal he’d be under ours and the Corps’ surveillance. What d’you think?”
“It’s already unplottable we can and extra anti straying charms there and with the same wards it should be safe enough. Let’s keep him here for the moment Harry. We’ll get the elves to set up a transporter beam and we can transport the machines in to number six cellar. Dorothy was saying that they’d just cleaned it. His raw materials can be stored at Woodyates with some of Dean’s and Seamus’s stuff. Right … Let’s go and put it to him.”
“I’m worried about him getting up to mischief, Harry; if he goes outside.”
“Yes, I agree with Hermione,” said Ronald: “How about we don’t give him a medallion to start with, then he cannot use the portals nor go outside; say it’s for his safety, or something.”
“I doubt he’ll want to, just in case my father is still looking for him. The bastard’s quite likely to suspect we’ve pulled a stunt; so he won’t stop looking for some time.”
“Um … Fine … Good idea … We could just forget to tell Griswold about the medallions until we feel we can trust him.”
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