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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}]
(Male/male/female threesome; thaumically enforced)
~~~ CAITLIN’S ISLE ~~~
One weekend in Spring Draco was watching Harry helping Teddy to ride his new bicycle. Draco saw how much Harry enjoyed having a youngster around who was also family. The blond had to admit that he found it very fulfilling as well. Ginevra and Astoria came in an hour or so later and Teddy flew to them, hugging them and telling them all about his adventures with his Uncles Hawwy and Waco. The two girls looked very motherly when that happened.
Later on, after Teddy had gone to bed, the four friends/lovers sat around the fire drinking their special chocolate a la Winky.
“We all like having Teddy around don’t we?” Draco received nods of agreement: “Maybe we should think of having some more.”
“Don’t tell me you’re giving in to your Mother’s importuning, Draco?” teased Astoria.
“No! I thought that maybe we could adopt. There’re a lot of mages’ orphans around now the hostilities have abated.”
“But Teddy’s family. All right! A little far removed, I admit, but he still has Black/Blake blood in him.”
“Go to the Tapestry Room, Harry, look at the family tree. The Black/Blakes have connections everywhere so almost any magical orphan will have that qualification.”
“Yes … But … It doesn’t feel the same somehow;” Ginevra looked puzzled. “I suppose we could make some ourselves, like Niall and Dónall did. At least it would keep the parents off our backs.”
The conversation trailed off into Molly’s fussing and Narcissa’s latest fad; so nothing was decided and the subject faded into the background.
~~~ BYPASS ~~~
This year saw the completion of the Great Grumblewell bypass which; in order to bridge both the river and the railway line easily, circumvented Goldover Hill, thus creating a bypass to Godric’s Hollow, as well. The through route via the village had always been constricted by the double bends ascending that hill; so this road was closed just beyond Stubbins farm; remaining as a footpath. The barrier was erected just where Wash’s parents had been killed and a suitable memorial plaque was affixed by the council. The effect was to make the village into a cul-de-sac and much quieter. This was enhanced by the belt of screening memorial trees on the village side of the new road.
Three small fields from a farm on the Great Grumblewell Road had been cut off by the new road. This farm’s owners received some compensation for the land, as it was deemed not worth making an agricultural underpass. The Blake foundation made a bid for the land and obtained it at a knockdown price. This gave Woodyates Farm three more fields and consolidated the Blake Trust’s holding around the station. However, Pastures Farm did gain an agricultural underpass beneath the river viaduct, because much of their land was beyond the bypass. Oak Farm’s access shared this, by way of a separate bridge over the old Roman road of Larch Wynd.
The road entrance to the station was altered. Grumblewell Road was re-named Godric’s Hollow Lane and became a minor road with a ‘Village Only – No Through Road’ sign at the intersection. The terminating bus service now called in at the railway station yard and no longer turned round in the village square. This entailed a slightly longer walk than from by the war memorial, but it suited the villagers who were imperceptibly becoming more magical. As houses had become vacant, more magely families had bought them; conversely those owned or taken over by the trust were rapidly becoming collective-pads for the GIFTS undergraduates as well as providing sites for thaumic construction classes.
At the same time the railway authorities shortened the Station name by removing the ‘And Godric’s Hollow’ from their signage and timetables. So, as the screen of trees on the village side of the bypass matured, the views of the village became obscured and the area turned out to be increasingly private.   Once the fields had been included the ward team came and remade the village Protectors expanding them almost to the edge of the bypass and including the station in the main tholus instead of its former ancillary one. This added as much protected area again as had been heretofore been; enabling some of the infields to be worked by students without need for any protection from magely guards and including more of the heights overlooking the village.
~~~ EARLY 2004 ~~~
Now that Phealey and Pullet were the main professors at the school with the Blakes only taking the occasional classes. The two elves took over the apartment at the academy because Harry and Draco really preferred sleeping and having their personal recreation at Chantry Cottage. In fact, the two Blakes rarely used the Hogwarts apartment if at all.
They had found that it was possible to move Portals short distances and so the public portals to both Hogwarts and the Fortress now terminated at Milkwood, leaving a possible thaumic third to be attached at another time. This was now the way the practical students achieved the magical annex of the school. It also gave the Irish mages' children onward safe transport to Irish destinations. This meant that the other portal system based on the Cottage was kept private for family, Dumbledorians and Praetors; some of whom used them to go to their workplaces at the Ministry and Diagon Alley. Those visiting Hogwarts used the Green Ladies Room. However, in the village, it was but a short walk through the woods between the two terminals and mages transferring were kept secure under the Village Tholus.
~~~ BUSINESS ~~~
The Yates and Dudley were, with the help of various elves, running a successful mixed farm at Woodyates; supplying much of the foodstuffs for the annex and the magical academy. All of the village farmers plus the output of the Entwhistle’s glass houses were included in the supply network.   In effect, Hans de Schwartz had become the Trust’s Proctor-elf for all the properties, working hand-in-glove with the various Stewards and the Hogwarts Reeve.
~~~ FUN ~~~
Ronald’s 24^th birthday had passed and had been cause for celebrations by the family and the Dumbledorians.
~~~ A SUNDAY IN APRIL ~~~
As there were more Magicals now living in Godric’s Hollow; so the Sunday church attendance and following Farmers Arms lunch had become part of the normal social round. This particular Sunday, when Harry and Draco returned home feeling very content and relaxed, they were met by a worried looking Kreacher:
“Harry and Draco, the Minister has asked you to floo him immediately.”
“Thanks, Kreacher, I wonder what Uncle wants now?”
“He said it was urgent and you were to daffodil him at his home.”
“Okay, we’ll do that.”
Followed by Fawkes, the duo went downstairs and sat in the study calling through the daffodils for Brow. Almost immediately Arthur answered, avoiding the usual polite preliminaries:
“I’m glad you came back to me so quickly. The fact is that the Seignior or his satraps have raided Ynys Mon. The Harpies’ stadium is a smouldering ruin and a number of players are still missing. I’m afraid that Ginny is one of them. Tracy and Michael have recovered two bodies so far, neither of them her, and the other on-site Aurors think that there is little likelihood of finding any more. There are some survivors but they are in a pretty bad way at the moment, they’re in one of the isolation wards at St. Mungo’s. It looks as though the three best players have been abducted.”
“Does Astoria know?”
“Not yet. I was rather hoping you could break the news to her.”
“Yes; we’ll do that. What else can we do?”
“Kingsley and I thought that you two could sift the remains for clues - mainly forensic for you Draco, but Harry’s sharp eyes and oddball outlook might see something that our more mainstream Aurors overlooked. Also, your combined strength might be able to overcome some of the strong curses they left behind. I’d like you to go to the stadium direct, instead of coming into the Ministry tomorrow morning, as is usual. There’s no need to go now, your two sergeants tell me that they have everything under control.”
F: *This is part of what you must do, my children, a further step in your development will lead from this*.
“Will do! Now we must go and break the news to Astoria.”
The duo felt that Draco would be the best person to see Astoria whilst Harry went to commiserate with the rest of the Weasleys. Naturally, both of them said they would do all in their power to help to find Ginevra and the other two players.
~~~ MONDAY ~~~
In the morning, after apparating to the site on Anglesey, Draco and Harry had a brief conference with their sergeants and fellow Aurors.
“We found the remains of this curious substance on the victims who were left and some traces near the seat of the fire, Sir,” said one of the Aurors to Draco. “Perhaps the Chief would like to come and see the place where we think they apparated from; there seems to be strong anti-tracing curse there.”
Draco accepted the vial and went to view the fire’s location whilst Harry went with some others to visit the disapparation place. He probed the disguising spell and found an explosive one hidden beneath it. By now Draco had collected all the samples he needed and had come to see how Harry was doing. Those two and Fawkes had a silent communing session about what was there.
“I’m glad you didn’t set the curse off. Someone would most likely been killed,” said Harry to his Eagle Platoon after the preliminary examination: “It would require some powerful magic to deflect it.   Draco is going to form a shield and we would like you to join with him in sustaining it. I’m going to set the curse off and follow it up immediately with a tracer. The aim is to send the destruction skywards and use the counter-curse to light up the apparition path.”
The shield they set up was complicated by the fact that Harry had to be within it; but be shielded as well. To maintain an open roughly cylindrical shape a double fold was created, behind which Harry could hide once he had cast the counter-curse. The process was made more difficult by the fact that a tracer had to be attached as well. Harry managed to bore a small hole in the curse, so that he could place the end of the tracer at the apparition point, however the curse fought back, and the first attachment was cut off.
Next time, taking Fawkes’s advice, he thought of a facsimile polycarbonate tube as he bored the hole and was more successful. Once the curse was triggered an explosive mass of flames shot skyward; causing a mini-thunderstorm as it hit the cloud cover. Another ball of flame tried to burn the tracer as it followed the line of apparition.
D: *Quick! Send another tracer after the ball of fire*, he urged.
H: *Fine, Partner*; making his second tracer.
Draco, meanwhile, had altered the shield to stop the participants getting soaked. Like all thunderstorms it was short lived and there were many puddles left. The main advantage was that the many pieces of smouldering debris were now thoroughly extinguished.
Harry studied the revealed co-ordinates: “It comes out a few miles away from Finnegan’s Fortress, Guys. I vote we go there first and see if Seamus’s family can throw any light on the place.”
The mages returned to Headquarters to leave a report and the samples; then used the portals to reach the Fortress. Naturally, Dean and Seamus became involved. For the moment the other Aurors stayed-put; Michael’s Knot sifting the debris at the ruined stadium and Tracey’s Knot departing to continue other important work, however they were working on standby for action, once the four friends had worked out what was happening.
~~~ FINNEGAN’S FORTRESS ~~~
In the Irish castle Harry and Seamus studied the maps, whilst Draco, Fawkes and Dean borrowed the castle’s laboratory to investigate the various substances in the vials. Then everyone had a quick meeting.
“We’ve found traces of shamrock and bog asphodel in a couple of those essences,” reported Draco. “I’ve also flooed a recipe for an antidote to St. Mungo’s.”
“We’ve traced the co-ordinates to a crannog in Lough Macgilliguddy,” said Harry.
“There’s a lot of bog asphodel around there, too,” confirmed Seamus.
“There’s been some heavy betting against the Harpies recently,” put in Dean: “Maybe they’re trying to sabotage the team’s chances and make a financial killing.”
Draco, Fawkes and Harry had another quick internal discussion.
“Right then; we’ll do a recce. Seamus knows somewhere nearby where we can land unobserved. Draco and I will go on our duple-Firebolt, using the invisibility cloak. You two will be ready on your broomsticks in case we need rescuing. However, we don’t aim at any foolish escapades just now, just a quiet look-see. Is that all right?”
“YES BOSS!” came back in a slightly ironic unison.
~~~ THE ISLAND ~~~
They all took to their broomsticks and landed behind a low tump; through whose bushes the team peered out at the low island surrounded by a shallow lough. The crannog seemed to be floating in a lake of bog asphodel.
Harry and Draco draped themselves in the cloak, tucking it under their feet once they were airborne. Fawkes disguised himself as a thrush and went with them. They flew cautiously towards the low island which had a tholus of magical wards occluded to make the crannog appear deserted. Whilst Draco navigated, Harry gingerly sampled the wards; trying not to trigger any alarms and making a mental note of the thaums contained therein. Then they flew back to the others and all of them retreated to Finnegan’s Fortress.
Fawkes set up a small replica tholus of the wards from the data that Harry had stored in his head. They then flooed Tracey; who, having been already alerted; ported over with Michael. Six Magicals and a phoenix worked for nearly four hours concocting a probing charm that would penetrate the warded tholus without triggering any alarm charms.
That done, all of them went to the hidden place overlooking Lough Macgilliguddy. Draco and Harry mounted the duple, again hidden beneath the tucked-in cloak of invisibility. Draco navigated whilst Harry probed carefully, and the thrush-disguised Fawkes hovered nearby.
This time Harry made notes about the personal signatures revealed.
On returning to Finnegan’s Fortress they found that Hermione and Ronald had ported in, offering help.
Harry reported back to the others: “There appear to be at least eight people hidden under the tholus. Three of the signatures represent Ginny and her two mates, although they seem to be obscured by three other bodies. Almost as if the attackers appeared to be shielding the victims. The other two seemed to be standing nearby, from those emanated ‘interested impatience’. The three pairs exuded a mix of pain and pleasure and something else I could not place my finger on.”
“Pain and pleasure ... Mmm?” Seamus puzzled. “Could it be rape? Certain Satraps are supposed to have a voracious sexual appetite. Maybe, Harry, your unidentified emanation was of sexual activity.”
“Possibly! Not had a sexual emanation to study before. I’ve always been too involved in it to study it.” Harry grinned cheekily at Draco.
Despite the seriousness the group tittered; agreeing unconsciously with Harry’s statement.
F: *Take note of this, my Sons*.
“It’s called Caitlin’s Isle,” Seamus informed them, after the giggling had died down. “And there are some curious legends attached to it. Apparently, some Celtic myth-man abducted another one’s daughter. She was not willing to have sex with him, so he buried her naked in the earth. He left her head showing so she could breathe whilst he cast various charms on her. She stuck it out for twenty-four hours before giving in. The other legend is about a chief’s son who took his intended to the island for their honeymoon. It seems that just for fun they re-enacted the burying scenario. Once dawn came and the sun struck her she became a voracious sex fiend and had worn the poor bloke out within six months. She’s called Caitlin of the Hundred Husbands.”
“Interesting legend – I pity Tor if it affects Ginny like that.” Harry chuckled: “Funny thing though; the other personal emanation mixed with the Ginny identifier was rather like Draco and my signatures – probably Black family connections somewhere.”
“There were enough of them associated with Voldie and not all of them were caught,” Draco mused.
Ronald’s face was red and he was livid: “We’ve got to go and rescue her now. If you lot won’t then I will!”
Hermione gripped her mate’s arm: “Ron, be sensible; think of your hip. Going in now would risk us being defeated. Ginny is alive and, horrible as it may seem, they’ll keep her alive in order to have some more fun. They have to be overwhelmed quickly before they can kill their captives. We don’t have that superiority yet. Let Harry and Draco call in reinforcements.”
Ronald spluttered and struggled. Harry cast a calming charm and Draco a light restraining one. Fawkes circled his head casting soothing sparks.
“Hermione’s right!” confirmed Dean. “You want to rescue your sister alive.   Three to one would be the ideal minimum.”
“But ... But ... But!” Ronald was still red in the face, so Hermione kissed him hard. Ronald’s attention was diverted into more pleasant pastimes.
D; *See if that’s the emanation*.
H: *What?*
D: *The sexy one you couldn’t identify. Hermione’s definitely got Ron’s attention*.
H: *So she has ... Just a minute ... Yes; that’s something like the one ... I wonder if it’s the same for us guys*?
D: *We’ll have to get Dean and Seamus hot and see if they give off the same signals*.
Eventually everyone agreed to wait for reinforcements; even Ronald-the-impatient after Hermione had another snogging session with him. The sexy mood affected the others, with Dean and Seamus soon entwining in a close clinch. Draco and Harry managed to restrain themselves.
D: *Let’s go in at dawn, when the mist’s on the lake and we’re refreshed*.
H: Good idea*. “Hey Guys! Draco and I think we should go in at dawn while they’re sleepy. We’re all tired; so some rest would make us more alert too and give time for the other Aurors to arrive.” After that Harry succumbed to Draco’s saturnalian importuning.
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Michael and Tracey arranged for the extra platoon members to arrive an hour before dawn. As well as that, Harry also managed a quick thaumic assessment of Dean’s and Seamus’s clinch.
H: *Much the same, but not quite what I felt*, he reported internally to Draco, receiving a lascivious signal back.
Seamus’s brother and sister-in-law had allocated rooms to each couple, so a quick early bedtime was called. Draco and Harry managed a lascivious shower before turning in. Afterwards, one of the fortress’s elves brought them some hot chocolate and they sipped it in bed before cuddling together in sleep.
~~~ TUESDAY ~~~
An elfin alarm call with hot buttered toast and sweet tea took place half an hour before the extra help arrived. Quick showers and dressing had all the participants meeting in the Fortress’s main sitting room. Harry shared the personal signatures with the rest of the company and Seamus created a model. Tracey allocated the positions around the Lough’s perimeter.
As the Blakes had predicted, there was a mist covering the lake so little stealth was needed. Harry and Draco flew in on the duple, extinguished the wards and the company went in mob-handed.
When they arrived, they found Ginevra and the two other female players buried up to the neck. Seemingly, they had had a type of Incarcerous curse placed upon them to stop them struggling. Their abductors had been asleep in their tents and so were reasonably easily subdued as they stumbled out to meet the rescuers. Michael and the rest of the platoon took charge of the miscreants, encapsulated them and apparated away to the Ministry’s holding cells with them. They intended returning to their work stations thereafter.
“See to the others first, they were very frightened!” Ginevra said, with a brave smile. “Although they buried me first, I’ll be all right for a few more minutes.”
Harry and Draco looked at the two blubbering players and, with the others, set about releasing them from their earthen graves. As they were naked, Hermione conjured up cloaks to cover the shivering ex-captives with Seamus and Dean helping her to clean and comfort them. The captives did not seem to be affected by any sexy affliction as the mist had hidden the sun and had not shone on them whilst they were still buried. However, they were in quite a bad mental and physical condition. Tracey, Hermione, Seamus and Dean side-alonged the patients to St Mungo’s; after which Draco, Harry and Ronald started to dig out Ginevra.
In order to help, Harry was straddling the increasing hole, supporting Ginevra under her armpits. Just before her feet were freed the mist cleared and the sun’s rays struck Ginevra’s bare back. Ginevra and Harry suddenly were enclosed in a green transparent ball. As with Caitlin she became a voracious sex-fiend; her urgent Exuero stripped Harry of all his clothes.
*I can’t help myself, Lover*! Harry sent in a distressed tone to Draco: *She’s all over me and I have this very forceful hard-on*.
Ronald and Draco looked on horrified, as a green-tinted super-Ginny overcame Harry and mounted him. She was on top and held his straining wrists splayed out. Her feet seemed to grip his ankles, holding them down. She had him fully inside her and was frenziedly reciprocating on top of him. Draco and Ronald could see the crannog’s green magic creating a bond between the two copulating Mages. They were now suspended and rotating slowly, giving a very good all-round display of heterosexual lust.
The two chess friends tried various spells to break into the magical ball, but nothing seemed to work. Draco could feel the sexual emanations from Harry via their mental link and was becoming heavily enamoured himself. His zip gave way [or maybe the crannog’s magic made it give way] and his fleshy erection sprouted out to touch the surface of the ball. Suddenly a hard and naked Draco was inside the sphere and inside his lover’s rosebud. The curse of lasciviousness entered his body and Harry was humped from both sides.
Even after the participants were fulfilled there was no let-up and the Blakes’ erections remained stiff. Gyrating Ginevra gripped Harry’s tool and forced it into another explosion of love-juice. This caused Harry’s anal muscles to milk Draco, who seemed to be permanently plugged into Harry’s bum.
The four from the hospital returned and, with the help of Ronald, Hermione managed to Mobiliarbus the gyrating green globe and take it with them to Finnegan’s Fortress. Leaving Ronald and the others holding the sex-laden sphere in the air, Hermione ran to the castle’s library to look up the legend and see if there was some sort of antidote or counter curse.
Inside the mini-tholus Harry’s brotherly love for Ginevra had been turned into a sexual one by the green magic, but he was especially turned on by Draco’s anal attentions. Each of the salacious sensations seemed to energise the other one to greater efforts. Harry’s mind was in turmoil, every bit of Ginevra’s tube excited his throbbing erection. Every bit of Draco’s prick filled his body with saturated sensuality as it rubbed against his overworked prostate. Harry found echoes of when he was captured and lost count of the number of ejaculations he had had, squirting far into Ginevra’s womb. He passed out still hard inside Ginevra and she became comatose almost at the same time. Five minutes later Draco’s humping stopped as he became unconscious, however they all still remained fleshily connected.
Ronald and the others kept the sleepers’ ball aloft, not daring to go too near in case the magic affected them too.
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