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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: “x-x” = speech & ‘x-x’ = thoughts & *x-x* = telepathy & #x-x# Parseltongue]
(Gay sex
SANCTUARY
~~~ MONDAY 16^TH AUGUST ~~~
Beograd: 18.05 – Bucuresti Nord: 07.23
By the time the train that they were attached to left, it was drizzling. So, whilst their train made complicated moves within the city boundaries, everyone sat in the lounge car being regaled by the quartet’s adventures in the catacombs. As the train departed just after six there was plenty of time to stare at the Danube from the bridge and to hear the full story before dinner.
“Why did you choose Moscow, Harry?” Astoria asked.
“Um … I saw the various destinations for the international trains on the departure board as we left the station. It was either Athens or Moscow as I didn’t want to send them anywhere near a place on our intended route. I guessed that Lucy had worked out we were using trains and so I chose the furthest station away.”
Everyone chuckled at Harry’s irreverent naming of the Seignior; Draco the most of all. Soon after the end of the story dinner was called - very informal - to make up for two days of stuffiness and formality. Afterwards, the four Blakes played bridge, Hermione read, Dudley and Ronald played chess whilst the others chatted until bedtime.
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Harry and Draco undressed and took to their short shower.
Afterwards, whilst he towelled his mate dry, Harry asked: “Lover, are you still sore from that night on the yacht?”
“Hmm … A bit … Would you like to spread some more of that soothing ointment on it for me please?” Draco’s eyes were twinkling mischievously.
Harry needed no more prompting, soon having balm filled fingers soothing Draco’s soreness. Both participants knew where this caressing would lead, Harry’s tool expanding in sympathy with his mate’s. Very soon Draco’s back was arching in pleasure, giving Harry ample physical evidence of his efficacy in dealing with his lover’s little problem. Although ‘little’ was not how Draco’s could ever be described as it spewed forth his gratification.
Gratefully Draco turned onto his front, presenting a hole into which Harry could fit his aching prong. Fully ensconced, Harry enjoyed the close warmth of contact; relishing Draco’s gift to its fullest extent.
Sweet slumber overtook them, stealing comfortably upon its satiated adherents. Sometime in the early morning just after dawn Draco awoke, needing to relieve himself. Having finished he lifted the blind to look out; what he saw caused him to shake his lover awake.
“What’s wrong?” a sleepy Harry asked.
“We’re passing through the Iron Gates alongside the Danube.”
“What’s so special about metal barriers?”
“Just come and look,” said Draco: raising the blind fully.
For almost half an hour, by the light of a fukll moon, the two mates stared at the passing scene of the limestone gorge that the mighty river had torn through the edge of the Carpathian Mountains. Even managing to spot the place in the cliff where Trajan’s plaque commemorated the roman bridge that once spanned the river thereabouts. Not that they could read it at that distance. The scenery tamed somewhat, so they retired hugging for the second time that night; with the result that they woke up late.
~~~ HIDDEN DENS ~~~
Bucuresti Nord: 07.50 – (almost) Brašov: 10.30
Bucharest North was a terminal station, just as Belgrade was. The process of detaching their carriages and turning them on a triangle ready for the next piece of the journey woke them thoroughly. Breakfast was served as their private train pushed on towards Brašov. Charlie and Paulus had joined them; explaining that they would not be going all the way to the train’s supposed destination; instead the carriages would be diverted into a wayside siding. They informed them that the locals thought this siding led to a goods facility besides a cliff face. In fact it led, via some mock stone walls and a long tunnel into the dragon sanctuary headquarters, where they would be staying for the day. The two dragon wardens also brought the honeymooners up to date regarding the Dragon Sanctuary’s side of affairs.
To begin with the line traversed fairly flat countryside until it reached Ploiešti. After that the line became more interesting; ending by traversing the floor of a steep sided gorge. In one place, strung up the mountainside, were the disdainful retreats of the rich, not long ago having been inhabited by the commissars. In one or two places the grand mansions were reached by cabin lifts leading to lush looking plateaus. Things became less inhabited and increasingly wooded the further they climbed up the valley alongside the rushing river. At a prearranged station they had to wait for a train to pass them. After a suitable period of time they followed it and, as they rounded the curve a few minutes later, they stopped and changed the points for a siding leading into the goods shed whose doors were open. Once on the branch line the points were changed back and the three carriages motored slowly inside looking as though they were about to stop. Once the shed doors were closed the train accelerated into the mile long tunnel.
Whilst they were in the tunnel Draco and Harry received a terse message from Fawkes: *Be prepared to say yes – the proposition will come from one who speaks Parseltongue.*
*I’m glad you’ve been teaching me the snake language, Harry; however I feel very cautious.*
*Are you sure it’s not apprehension, Draco? I’ve got one of my feelings again.*
Before they could explore their feelings further they re-entered the sunshine in a very beautiful valley. The carriage's brakes were applied and their conveyances stopped at a short platform. Not far below them was a long tree-girt lake, by the side of its shores were a series of clearings, the nearest of which seemed to contain a family of Welsh Red Dragons. Harry remembered Charlie telling him that each clearing contained another such family, but of a different breed.
On alighting and over lunch in the adjacent buildings, Charlie and Paulus introduced them to their various colleagues. After the meal the two wardens took them, including Fawkes, on a tour of the compounds for which they were responsible. Charlie was somewhat chary of the party getting too close to his charges. This compound was the one Harry had seen and contained a family of Welsh Reds, consisting of four adult dragons and a number of younger ones.
“They can be very excitable around strangers;” Charlie explained: “I should hate to have to Aquamenti you; the burns can be quite severe.”
“The lead male is extending his frill, Charlie. According to Orcas, the dragon we freed from Gringotts; that is a peaceable sign the he wishes to communicate. At least to begin with I shall have to touch it. You need to be a Parselmouth too; in order to speak to dragons.”
“Are you sure, Harry? I’ve never dared touch them before, they seem too delicate. Besides; it’s very close to its head. You could be a cinder before you’re able to put up a shield.”
Harry gave Charlie a withering look and stretched out his hand.
#Nonsense!# sent a deep voice in a very heavily accented version of Parseltongue: #It solely happens whenever foolish persons assault our personal space, or compose offensive observations concerning us. Salutations Puissant Seer, we are most pleased by thy presence.# The Dragon concerned dipped his head in a formal bow towards Harry.
Remembering what the phoenix had said Harry had a quick think about what Orcas had told him about dragon etiquette and bowed back.
#I Thank thee for thy salutations Respected Seer, I feel sure that my designation is not deserved. Nonetheless I am appreciative that thou gavest it to me.#
#Thou art Harry Potter, art thou not? Succourer of all races sorcerious and vanquisher of that most iniquitous person.#
#I have defeated Voldemort; yes.#
#Then thy designation is justly deserved. I am Rhysiart, most Puissant Seer, may I present my mates Rhiannon … Rhioganedd … And Rhionwen.#
#I am pleasured to make your acquaintances, Respected Seers.# Harry bowed to each Dragon in turn as they bowed to him.
“See, Charlie – I told you I thought they might communicate using an accented form of Parseltongue, but you wouldn’t let me try.” Paulus looked defiantly at his mate.
#Brother Paulus is quite accurate in his attestations, respected Seer. However it is only the ancient Celtic breeds who can communicate thus. Sister Orcas is of the Hebridean branch as we are of the Cymric branch.#
Draco meanwhile was using his recently learnt Parseltongue skill to translate to the others and Charlie was holding hands with Paulus.
Harry continued: #May I present my consort Draco, who, as thou hast realised, is becoming proficient in speaking the Sacred Speech. Our two newlywed spouses have not yet received the chance to assimilate this skill. Nevertheless this is Ginevra … And Astoria.#
The three bowed as Harry pointed to them whilst being introduced. The other members of the party were impressed; especially as they were introduced in turn, but not as much as Charlie who listened to the translated conversation in great surprise.
#We are most appreciative of the shelter Brother Charles hath afforded us, perhaps thou shouldst school him the Sacred Speech. It shall ease communications concerning us. We esteem him for his affectionate concern and realise that, but for him and others like him, there should be exceptionally few of our race still existing; especially of our speechless kindred. Nevertheless, there should be less accidents if he should converse with us using sensible discourse.#
#Respected Seers, I have been schooled in the Sacred Speech for four years and am still not especially proficient.# This was where Draco entered the conversation. #I am skilful in a few other separate speech-forms, but find sensible discourse the most exacting. My Puissant Consort is an excellent instructor, but I discover my personal capacities severely stretched when using Sacred Speech. I had supposed only three types of ‘S’s’ in other speech-forms but sensible discourse seems to consist of at least a dozen, some of which I find inflexible in differentiation.#
#Sister Orcas hath spoken to us of thy prowess in constructing fresh medicinal recipes, Puissant Seer. So we suppose therefore that thy cognitive functions be supra proficient. My colleagues from other precincts and ourselves sense that Brothers Charles and now his assistant Paulus hath these intrinsic virtues also. Nevertheless, even unsatisfactory speech is superior to messages sent by the severely restricted signs that our extremities can compose.##
#Then we shall assume to bestow on Brother Charles an insight into the Sacred Speech, previous to our exodus and Brother Paulus can act as intermediary until then.# Harry re-joined the conversation. #Nevertheless, it shall be a short lesson because we encompass a restricted schedule sometime previously designed for our continuous exploration. We will revisit once our expedition is finished, and orchestrate some more tuition, that is if Brother Charles is disposed to submit to the requisite tuition necessary.#
Here Charlie nodded in the affirmative and Draco conveyed his answer to the Dragons.
#That occasion here will certainly be most partial,# added Rhysiart: #Our Most Puissant Basileus has instructed us to request that the four latest Puissant Seers grace our Ceremony of Statutes, which hath been specially assembled in that respect in the Phrontistery.#
*Is this the yes thing, Fawkes?* asked Draco, whilst Harry was talking to the Dragons,
*Only the beginning. There are more yes’s yet to come.*
#We shall be most enthusiastic, Respected Seers; at what instance shall you wish to commence the ceremony?# Harry was saying.
#We should have thee leave as soon as thy sunset repast has been finished.#
#Then it shall be as thou hast requested.#
The tour became quite complicated as Charlie learned that some of his and his colleagues’ presuppositions were not in accord with the dragons’ expectations. The most obvious of which was about newly laid dragon’s eggs. The keepers had thought that when the male dragon breathed fire onto the egg it was trying to destroy its offspring and the keepers attempted to rescue it. Whereas, in fact, this was the males’ participation in the incubation process and one way in which the fathers’ magic was passed on to its offspring.
“So that’s why the wild incubated eggs produce stronger young dragons,” said Charlie in surprise: “Will you apologise to Rhysiart for the misunderstanding, please, Harry?”
“No – Paulus can do it.”
Various other points about diet were sorted and Charlie, his mates, and the rest of the party started to learn simple aspects of the dragon dialect of Parseltongue.
Rhysiart accompanied them on the visitation. One of the other enclaves contained a family of Hungarian Horntails; Harry recognised one of them.
#This dragon was the one with whom I fought during the Triwizard tournament, Rhysiart.#
#Quite probably! The lesser dragon races have supremely violent tempers. My sense is that he also recognises you. Our presence here is hurting him. We should return.#
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On the walk back Harry started a sacred speech lesson.
“I thought Parseltongue couldn’t be learned, Harry,” remarked one of Charlie’s mates after a particularly difficult session about ‘S’ sounds.
“That’s what everyone believed,” answered Draco.
“It was Ron who got us thinking that that might not be true after he had copied my sounds to reopen the Chamber of Secrets’ door,” explained Harry. “It was difficult at first, because I spoke it unwittingly, as does Paulus, thinking in English and letting the sounds come out. Draco hit on the idea that he would adopt a snake glamour and ask me to say things; quite often individual words or small phrases; then we began to build up a lexicon for learning purposes. In the end we used numbers to represent the ‘S’ sounds as well as the usual ‘S, z, ch, & sh’s’ that we normally use. Once we get home we’ll send you a copy. It’s still in the making and Hermione has yet to note the differences in the way your dragons and our serpents pronounce various words. Paulus has the snake dialect, hence the almost non-comprehension of dragon-speak. I learned my dragon dialect from Orcas.”
“Don’t forget the affinity with Owl Converse, Harry.”
“Don’t tell me Owls use Parseltongue as well.”
“Not quite, Charlie. I was in a dreamy mood in our owlery a couple of years ago and listening to Erwin and Regent twittering, or so I thought. Then it came to me that all the ‘S’ sounds if replaced by ‘T, th & k’ sounds made what they were saying mostly intelligible; so I tried out a few words of greeting on them. They were very surprised and since then have been teaching me their conventions and special terms. As in Welsh there are many expressions for mountains and hills, so in Owl Converse there are many terms for flight and feathers. Sacred Speech, in the same way, has as many words of fire as the serpents do for venom. The owls inform us that bird language is also akin, but most of the sounds are above the normal human range of hearing. Then again our Satyr friends have another dialect, however that is the nearer to snake-speech than the dragon dialect.”
“John was saying that St Francis talked to birds, maybe he used the bird dialect of Parseltongue.”
“It’s quite possible, Tor. I’ll ask Erwin one day, he or Regent will know of any legends about that in the bird world. It seems that only non-winged sentients have the gift of writing, although some owls are capable of reading, so they tell me.”
The basic Dragon-speak Parseltongue teaching continued throughout the evening meal. Ronald, who had found he had a gift for Parseltongue after that first reopening of the door, with Paulus, continued the lesson whilst the four Blakes returned to the Welsh dragons’ precinct.
~~~ FLIGHT ~~~
After the repeated formal greetings Harry explained that Ginevra and Astoria were able to understand what was being said as long as they held hands with either him or Draco, thus making communication easier. Accompanied by Fawkes the quartet had brought their broomsticks along and they joined Rhysiart’s flight towards what the dragons called the Phrontistery. The flight was peculiar because they seemed to go through magical barriers, rather like the feeling when Harry used a portal. In private conference later, Draco agreed that they had probably gone a much greater distance than the half-hour’s flying represented.
The final tingle took them through what appeared to be a warded dome; on the floor of which they landed.
*Um …This place resembles somewhere I seem to remember vaguely.*
*Something like Stonehenge, but much bigger and the stones are smooth.*
*Oh yes … But the five pylons are much smaller.*
*Um … yes … Look they support a stage.”
*The outer circle seems to support the dome we flew through. Look … There are other dragon parties coming through.*
*It must be enchanted like Hogwarts’ great hall. I like the multi-hued colouring.*
*Ever seen the northern lights, Lover?*
*Yes … That’s part of the familiarity I felt, then the Stonehenge bit … Quite magnificent, isn’t it?*
*You bet … Have you noticed that all the parties are in fours?*
*So they are! Each group’s going through a different door in the outer perimeter.*
#This is thy Sanctuary Puissant Seers. Its last resident was Merlin. Our Sanctuary is two entrances hence.#
#Our thanks Respected Seer.# Harry bowed to Rhysiart.
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They peered between the upright stones into a vaulted room whose walls appeared to glitter with thousands of gems; there was also a strong perfume which Astoria said smelt like roses. Following the pattern of the other dragons’ actions our quartet entered the flat archway; as they did so four ephemeral winged forms began to materialise inside and Fawkes started to sing a welcome.
“Those look like the ones who were hiding in the rafters when we got married,” exclaimed Ginevra.
“Indeed we were,” replied the leading male spectre, folding its wings: “Permit me to introduce ourselves … I’m Merlin … This is Morgana … Arthur … And Guinevere. I’m afraid Morgana got a really bad press from Mallory and the Welsh bards; rather like you did from the Prophet, Draco.” Merlin’s quartet chuckled.
By this time the spectral nature of the four figures had almost disappeared and Fawkes was now perched on Merlin’s shoulder, Harry felt slightly jealous. Merlin resembled Albus in many ways, but with less of a twinkle. Morgana could have been the equivalent of a female Severus. Arthur looked like Harry but with Draco’s shining hair. Guinevere resembled a shorter Draco, but with a profusion of Harry’s darker curls.
“Hmm … Thank you … Perhaps you can explain why we’re here, please.”
“You are here to receive some extra gifts and be installed as Puissant Sages, Draco. Your remark about fours is very pertinent; as you can see we’re a four, too. We took over from some Spanish Arabic Mystics who had replaced earlier Egyptian sorcerers when the guardianship of the west was split. The magic four is very potent although not recognised in many idioms.”
“Um … Merlin … Why us?”
“Still the same question Harry?”
“Um … I suppose so, but at least now it’s in the plural,” Harry grinned.
Merlin chuckled: “It seems that the Creator needs guardians for his world and appoints them every millennium or so, that is our role. Originally there were only four, but as the world population and complexity grew the guardianship was split. As Guardians we need helpers on the ground, so to speak, Albus and Bathilda plus Severus and Charity were our previous sages and now it is your turn to wear the mantle. The cogent dragons are our helpmeets, messengers, or what you will. The ceremony, here held, will recognise your participation in recent events and add to your thaumaturgical skills. Don’t expect to perform miracles, we four still make mistakes, and your four will do so too. However, somehow we work for the good of the world and uphold those eternal truths of justice and equity. Our enemies were more elemental that yours, but the evil one inhabits them just as powerfully; just as it did with Mordred.”
“Magical fours? Not come across that one before. How come?”
“Well, Astoria, like you and Ginevra are bed-mates, so were Morgana and I.” Guinevere’s voice had a bell like tone: “Arthur and Merlin went at it like bunnies too. However the good churchman Geoffrey decided that those kinds of goings on were not educational for his flock, so he excised them when writing his history. He couldn’t abide same-sex couples so he paired us off conventionally. All the noble heroic stuff is there but much of the love side was side-lined. Just for the record Lancelot and I were only good friends, you have such a group of very close friends surrounding you; many of them are on your train too.”
“It is our intention to transfer special powers to your quartet.” Arthur’s voice had a deeper timbre than Guinevere’s and he smiled in a most winning way. Harry and Draco felt their libidos take note of the handsome man. “The Parseltongue gift and the telepathic gift will be bestowed on your spouses as well as a greater strength in manipulating the world’s pool of magic.” Arthur’s smile turned wicked: “Harry and Draco, stop fancying me, I am, after all, only a spectre even in this almost corporeal form you see before you.”
Harry and Draco blushed and looked at their feet.
“Your spouses are little better, boys.” Morgana’s voice had a seductive purr: “They’re almost wetting their knickers in lust for Guinevere.”
The four Guardians burst out into peals of laughter which soon affected the four Blakes.
Once they had recovered, Morgana continued: “As for magical fours, you already know that three and seven are potent, so also is the difference; however this insight is not one that we broadcast.”
Merlin explained the ritual and the Guardians laid their hands on the heads of the female Blakes, informally transferring the language powers in preparation for the ceremony to come.
Half an hour before midnight the procession started. The Guardians wore robes of dark hues but which had the magic effulgencies of gold and silver dependant on which light source illuminated them. The borders of their garments appeared to have many facetted jewels sown into them, so the effect was that of captured starlight. The Blakes had been given equivalent robes, whilst retaining the effulgencies their borders were not bejewelled nor did they sparkle as much. There were crimson robes for Harry and Merlin, viridian ones for Draco and Arthur. Morgana and Astoria wore gold, leaving royal blue to adorn Guinevere and Ginevra.
The minor orders of dragons led the way, all sparkling too; the major orders followed afterwards. Rhysiart’s family of reds collected the Blakes, then there were the black dragons followed by the Guardians and last of all a quartet of whites glinting with gold. The smell of roses was almost overpowering as was Fawkes’s triumphal song.
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