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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]
CELEBRATIONS
~~~ SATURDAY 30^TH APRIL ~~~
In the week prior to Beltane, as well as Dean reaching his quarter century; Dolores had had the middle year and upwards schoolchildren, including Teddy, practicing their maypole dance ready for the May Day festival, all that remained was for the village mage to carry out his seed blessing on the evening before, cusping midnight. He was to start at David’s Close Farm and progress [if that’s the correct word] widdershins round to the other farms, ending up at Woodyates; encompassing all the village’s seven farms.
This time Draco helped Harry with his all-over green make-up and garlanding him with clematis vines, the flowers smelt of almonds.
“Um … Draco?” Harry asked just before they left the house
“Yes, Lover?”
“Um … you seem to have forgotten to clothe our modesty.”
“No I haven’t, it’s a fertility rite, so it’s important to see its implements.”
“What? Showing off my bits to a load of gawkers.”
“Not a load of gawkers, there’ll only be six of us and the farmer concerned. Apart from the farmer all of us have seen what you have far too many times for you to feel uncomfortable about it, and you’ve seen ours when we dance the crops dance. Come to that you’ve seen everyone else too, when we swim or sunbathe on the patio.”
“Um … Oh … All right then.” Harry still felt awkward about it.
“It’s a bit chilly, so you might like to drink this before we go, it’ll keep things warm.”
“Thanks.” Harry sipped a portion of the emerald potion and gave the flask back to Draco, who put it with some others in a green canvas backpack. Harry thought about the words Draco had used and still suspected they still hid other meanings
Draco opened the door and a creeper-dressed Neville joined them. Harry felt less worried when he saw both his companions in much the same revealing garb. Hannah, in a diaphanous green toga, picked up her flute and started the marching tune with green-caped Dean and Seamus on the drum and sistrum. Astoria and Ginevra were the next to arrive, also wearing nothing but their garlands. They made a small orchestra with a shawm and an hautboy to play. The party’s walk was with jigging steps and the bouncing motion started to affect Harry’s libido. Not only did he start to stiffen, but his cock grew in size, further than was usual. By the time they reached Close Farm, he was sporting a magically enhanced phallic symbol of which Priapus would have been proud. Then he realised his Lover had put something in the drink and grizzled at Draco.
Although Draco had said there were only the seven people involved, all the adults and adolescents in the village knew about the happening and had secreted themselves in groups behind bushes and trees to watch the Mages as they passed. Many of them openly admired the length and girth of Harry’s now very proud implement. The result was that Harry was seriously embarrassed by the time they reached David’s farm.
“Draco … Um … Look.” Harry whispered as the approached the farm gate and pointed at his emerald instrument.
“Yes … Very nice … Just what’s needed; carry on as though you haven’t noticed, it’s not as though it’s very visible in the dark.”
Harry steeled himself and when David opened the gate the three started to dance the Celtic Knot in its entrance. Having successfully tied the thaumaturgical knot seven times Harry stood still, wondering what the finale was, instead of sitting bare arsed on the ground. He had only a few seconds to wait before he found out. David produced a bowl full of the farm’s earth and held it low down in front of Harry. Neville’s wand and Draco’s finger descended and pointed at Harry’s hard-on.
“AFFERO SEMINIS.”
David deftly caught Harry’s seven creamy offerings in the bowl of earth, carefully mixing it in with a wooden spatula. “I thank you potent pastor for you offering, it will give life to all my fields.” David bowed and turned and at the same time Hannah and her accomplices picked up the marching tune again.
Harry tried to stop, tried to object, but he was in thrall to the terpsichorean earth-thaums. He somehow knew that, now he had started he had to continue. He tried to feel cross with Neville and Draco, but a euphoric ecstasy took over as he started jigging towards the next Farm. Draco’s potions helped all of them to keep up the gruelling dance and the personalised one enabled Harry to give his ample seed to the next five farmers. The gift was received sometimes at their gate, or sometimes in their barn or cowshed depending on the farmers’ preference. Finally the exhilarated septet approached Woodyates. Hortulanus met them at the gate and, instead of dancing on his threshold; the septet were invited inside the darkened barn-hall. There was just one candle in the centre giving out a feeble glow.
Once in the middle of the main floor they enacted their dance and Hortulanus held the bowl for Harry’s final offering. As the last squirt came out there was an enormous sigh, as if numerous people had been holding their collective breath. Draco handed Harry a green loose-fitting gown to cover his nakedness and they all covered up.
“Thank you Harry and your assistants, your demonstration was most educational.”
He recognised the voice: “Minerva? What are you doing here?”
“Actually Harry it’s not just me. There are three hundred and thirty-six pupils and staff here as well.”
“LUMOS,” rang out, and everywhere inside the large building was enlightened by glowing wand-tips, followed by a thunderous applause.
Harry didn’t know whether to blush, hit Draco, apparate or bow. In the end he put on a brave face, raised his hand and made circular waving actions [a bit like Noel Coward acknowledging plaudits]. His fellow performers did much the same.
In between waves and smiles Harry managed to murmur: “Draco, I’ll kill you for this.”
“I didn’t arrange this, honestly, Lover. I’m just as shocked as you are. They saw my extended bits as well you know.”
Harry carefully scrutinised the blond’s expression and saw that, for a change, there was no guile visible or apparent over the mind-link.
“So who did it then?”
“We’ll find out and hex his balls off, shall we?”
Harry giggled, feeling his newly won flaccidity swell slightly at the thought.
After two o’clock in the morning they were worn out and plodded back towards Chantry Cottage aching for bed. They had to shower in order to remove the worst of the green stain.
Whilst they were drying each other Harry asked: “Why did Minerva stress that number, Draco?”
“Add our six plus her and it makes Three hundred and forty-three in total.”
“So?”
“Seven, times seven, times seven; sevens and threes; very potent and the actual written numbers are combinations as well. I bet the Arithmancy scholars have a field day calculating all the after-effects, next lesson.
~~~ HUNGARIAN ~~~
The other two Seers were busy portal making. Their enhanced capabilities, so Ivanova had informed them, would make it possible to create two back to back portals beside the same ley line. Having studied maps and consulted Ivanova’s records all four seers had gone exploring along the ley line from London through Vienna to the Dragon Sanctuary. On its way it passed through Brussels and Koblenz. Both places they knew of from their honeymoon train journey. The line also passed through Nuremberg, a place of much magical and muggle influence. It was here that the Holy Roman Emperor held his parliaments and because of that the Nazis had used it for their national rallies. So in turn had the allies close the final chapter of that dreadful time.
Astoria had, in the earlier weeks of April, explored the line between Vienna and the Dragon Sanctuary; finding a wet strip-wilderness area south of Mezotur in the middle of the meandering River Körös. Staying with a friendly housewife near Szarvas she made a thorough search and found, hidden away on an ancient bog-island, a trilithon. Nearby was another obscured island which, her hostess told her, had magical connections. The lady said that all the locals shunned the area because of the ghosts.
Astoria had moved on, ostensibly moving south, but she hired a small boat and went camping. She returned quietly by water to the area and camped on the island. There were indeed ghosts, but they were friendly towards someone with magical powers. Karola Kísértet, who was their leader, explained that the fluence wanted the island for a special purpose. When Astoria explained, using her saints’ medallion, what the Seers proposed; Karola said that it was possibly that that was what the fluence wanted.
Astoria set up a homing beacon, and, one day when the others were free, they all apparated to Sziget Karola. Even the ghosts in this out-of-the-way place in the middle of rural Hungary had heard of Harry Potter and were overwhelmed that he wanted to use their island. They explained that they were the spirits of long dead mages who had been burned by religious zealots. Harry described a little more of what the Seers were about, introducing them to Fawkes. Soon, some summoned corps-elves had a small unobtrusive shelter built to contain the staging post.
When Ginevra and Astoria arrived to set up the cabinets, they found that the ghosts had inveigled the elves to make a small tree enclosed garden. There were various water-lilies in a pool, a weeping willow, and various coloured daisy-like flowers, all informally arranged in front of a covered rustic loggia containing four chairs. The two Seers had not the heart to disabuse the lonely ghosts that this was only a staging post.
To keep the peace, later in in the middle of May, all four seers managed to spend half a day lounging around and enjoying the bucolic peace. Once Charlie and Paulus had been introduced, they also made it into their quiet retreat.
But back to the present:- - - -
~~~ SUNDAY 1^ST MAY ~~~
After the Walpurgis Night celebrations, they rose slightly later in the morning; hurrying to church for the service. After which Harry was to preside over the May Day festivities. He was bemused by Draco advising him to wear absorbent underpants and a suitably loose gown. The Parish Lunch had been brought forward, cancelling the usual foot/basket/net-ball games, so as to give the rest of the day over to the festivities.
Despite their careful showering the participants’ faces still showed signs of green when they went out to witness the maypole dancing. Minerva, John and Arthur were among the official party on the dais. As presiding mage Harry had the central seat and, as his ceremonial supporters, Draco sat to his left and Neville on his right with the three wives in a group behind them. Molly was looking after James for the day, thus freeing Ginevra for her part in the proceedings. After John had welcomed everybody and said the dedicatory prayers; the first part of the ritual was the seating of the maypole.
Led by a beribboned Hortulanus, the gaudily dressed three Yates, the Stamps plus Hyatt and Fenton carried in the maypole. As it thumped into the pre-prepared hole, Harry’s cock gave a lurch and commenced to expand, he hid it best he could under the loose robe; silently thanking Draco for his foresight.
The coached school kids took hold of the maypole’s ribbon ends and stood waiting. Dolores nodded three times to the Smiling Ones, plus girlfriends, octet and the music started. The children wove in and out criss-crossing the ribbons and winding them tightly down the pole and then out again releasing the constriction. One round and the rhythm changed, speeding up slightly, ready for the next formation. Harry wriggled uncomfortably and again adjusted his robe in front of him. Draco caught the movement out of the side of his eye and giggled.
*Draco,* Harry sent: *I’m almost as big as last night.*
Ginevra and Astoria: *Chuckled.*
*No problem, Lover,* Draco conveyed back: *The maypole is a phallic symbol and is obviously resonating with what happened last night.*
*It’s all right for you,* transmitted Harry: *It’s not a facsimile of your cock they’re wrapping those ribbons around is it? It’s like a very slow wank.*
*That’s why I asked you to wear absorbent underpants. You could, of course take it out, but you might traumatise a few of the younger kids.*
Harry smirked: *I think I’ll keep it this size and see how you like it when it’s inside you tonight.*
Draco managed to look alarmed and Harry sniggered. Then he went white and shifted uncomfortably as the dance and his phallus reached their conclusion. Draco did a surreptitious cleaning charm on his mate; earning himself a grateful smile.
After the mountain had subsided Harry managed to look serene as he crowned the May Queen. With her in hand they led the procession of villagers in a walk around the village following the previous night’s route. On the way she was given various gifts, all of which eventually went to the pensioners in the alms-houses. Procession over; the Hogwarts students presented another pageant, based on various classical fertility stories. As there were young muggle children present a certain amount of decorum was observed. However, those in the know were well able to read between the lines and blush or giggle at the right moments.
As had become usual there was an outdoor dinner party and call-dancing followed inevitably by WWW floral fireworks.
~~~ MONDAY 2^ND MAY ~~~
The following day, being a bank holiday, the company visited the Pueblo for the day. The habitants were having their own planting ceremonies and wanted their Hidalgos present. The church was crowded because many of the students also wanted to attend. Nigel and Leanne created a massive aeroplane illusion and after it had landed on one of Harry’s pastures the visitors apparated into it. Nigel had it take off again, not wishing to drain himself or his wife by having it hanging around all day.
After the service, Narcissa [who had reached her half century recently] was on James duty, and the females in the congregation were enamoured of the new baby, crowding around James and making encouraging noises.
Whilst awaiting lunch Hermione and Probert explained to the others that when they had been making the enhanced wards around the pueblo, they had found traces of a previous set of wards, long decayed. Using the help of the Seers’ enhanced powers they analysed the traces. With Dean’s and Seamus’s aid a model of the locality was built on the dining room table. Next came the enhanced model wards from the remnants. Watched by the three clerics the Wards Team cast the charms and the contents of the mini-dome disappeared.
“I think that that explains why the church was not plundered during the Peninsular War. It looks like a barren hill; doesn’t it?”
“It looks as though you could walk on it if it were life size,” said Harry prodding it hard with his finger: “Best occluding protector I’ve ever seen.”
“It has many new charms within it, Harry,” said Hermione: “Ones that I’ve never come across before; some of them resemble the ones we encountered at Glaswelltdy. As well as anchoring the wards to the periphery they are centred on a hub inside the dome and there are radial supporters from there to give the shell the strength needed. I shall have to do some more research. Now that Probert’s involved; he can enquire into the goblin archives more easily. I suspect that there were a lot of earth thaums used and the goblins are much better at those than we are.”
*I wonder if that’s how the Tabernacle’s wards are made,* mused Astoria through the mind-net as the demonstrators cleared away the model ready for the meal.
In the afternoon the Hogwarts students re-enacted their pageant allowing themselves a little more licence in its performance. The habitants, living in a rural community close to nature, did not have the squeamish attitudes of the Godric’s Hollow residents. The Spanish villagers made earthy comments and urged the students to an amount of graphic portrayal. As it became dark the assembly was treated to a firework display by the WWW proprietors.
Nigel’s and Leanne’s magical plane landed, and the visitors piled in. The pair of glamour-holders even managed to make the plane’s windows appear to have waving hands in it as it took off again.
Imelda held hands with Harry: *Most of the habitants understand the old ways, Seers,* she sent: *If your friends just appeared from the front door, I doubt my flock would think it too odd. They are steeped in the stories of the old Hidalgos who were supposed to have thousands of guests. I suspect the numbers have been inflated in the telling, but sixty or so visitors would not raise too many eyebrows.*
*Thanks Imelda, I’ll let Nigel and Leanne know for future events.*
*They’ve really won the habitants hearts, Hidalgo, they’ve uncovered an old roman aqueduct system. Its reservoir is filling up nicely and the irrigation system will give us almost twice as much crop area than we had before.*
*I’m so pleased, we’ll confirm their permanent status at the next board meeting.*
~~~ TABERNACLE TEACH-IN SATURDAY ‘A’ ~~~
The following Saturday, the 7^th, the four seers decided it was time to bring Ivanova up to date with the happenings; so, leaving James with Petunia, they ‘Zeused’ to the Tabernacle. They also wanted to know about ward domes and their variations.
They were sitting around the big square table looking at an image which she had caused to appear.
“You can vary them as you want really,” she replied: “However there are some basic ones used. The simplest is an inverted dome like a pudding basin; easy and quick to erect especially in a situation where you are about to be attacked.” Here she conjured a semi-transparent dome: “Mage Harry, use your imaginative powers and think yourself under the dome, please?”
“How do I do that?”
“It’s one of your new powers; I’m not sure how you do it, but the guardians use it to see if their constructs work. It’s usually Guardian Merlin that does it. He closes his eyes and projects himself into a miniature replica there. They all use the technique; I imagine that it’s akin to self-transformation; however, his real body stayed outside; but comatose.”
“It’ll be some kind of transfiguration charm, Harry, coupled with a projection one,” suggested Astoria. Ivanova, I think we should all practice that first; before we try the domes.”
“The Guardians said there had to be some sort of division between their actual selves and the facsimile for the charm to work properly. So maybe we should leave the dome.”
“Do you have the Griswold files please, Ivanova,” asked Draco: “Perhaps that will give us a clue.”
“Harry’s doppelganger was made of his spunk; that leaves us girls at a disadvantage,” Ginevra chuckled.
“Maybe it was Griswold wanting to play with Harry,” Draco mused.
“Hair works for Polyjuice,” ventured Harry, “Perhaps it will for this.” He pulled out a hair and placed it under Ivanova’s dome and started concentrating.
The others homed in on his thoughts and aided the experiment. First job was to get the hair to stand upright; a couple of Filius’s modified charms did that. Secondly, Harry did not feel up to making a miniature himself just yet, so they used some transfiguration charms to make the hair into a mole. The third part was getting the mole to do what Harry wanted it to do; a modified Imperio managed that.
Harry was worn out and the others not much better; they stopped and had a meal and a rest. It was Astoria who was the most alert and was looking through the spells they had used; she started to notice affinities and managed to elide the charms into a more manageable single one. She had a Eureka moment and rushed to the table; by the time the others had bestirred themselves there was an Astoria-controlled vole walking round inside the dome. Ginevra homed in on her lover’s thoughts; replicating them to place Ginevra Mouse inside the dome. The girls played with their facsimiles trying to get them to react together. Harry and Draco watched physically and mentally; learning from their wives’ efforts. The girls rested.
Draco had his shrew in the dome and Harry followed on by making a mole again. They modified the Imperio trying to get inside the minds of their models and see their thought patterns, which added more ideas to the communal pool.
“Fairies!” Harry shouted in glee.
“What?” Draco looked puzzled.
“They’re small people, aren’t they?” Next moment Harry’s mole turned into a velvet suited mini-man. “I can connect with his brain more easily.”
Two inert mages sat whilst Draco concentrated. His diminutive had fair hair all over his body and no clothes. The two minis mock-wrestled for a minute or two, until it became very obvious that Draco’s diminutive was very turned on. His mage counterpart also had an obvious boner. The boys ceased their experiment and came alive again.
“Um … I think we’d better go to bed. I got Draco’s Dimi all het up.”
“Not just his Dimi, Harry, but the real him as well,” Astoria grinned: “Just look at that bulge.”
“Harry has one, too,” Ginevra pointed at the Gryff’s throbbing lap.
Draco blushed, stood, grabbed Harry’s hand and made a bee-line for their bedchamber. The girls followed-on more sedately.
~~~ SATURDAYS ‘B & C’ [STILL THE 7^TH] ~~~
After something like eight non-hours in bed the four seers arose and partook of a delicious pseudo-breakfast. Ginevra and Astoria made their transformations appear under the dome, they were more sedate than the boys had been, merely dancing an elaborate waltz. By pseudo coffee break the minis were able to talk to each other and Dimi had managed to dress himself in a camel hair suit, Himi managed a dark jump-suit. After their beverage and biscuits Ivanova’s teaching recommenced. They found that, with sufficient force outside, the dome could be moved unless there was an equivalent force inside. One of the amazing things they learned incidentally was that the mini inside could exert as much magic as an equivalent mage outside – size made no difference to the magical force the being could command.
The second type of dome was like the one at Godric’s Hollow anchored on a fixed point. In their experiments they found that this had a tendency to lift on one side if it was pushed hard enough on the other. They resolved to make it stronger. The next was the Hogwarts ward.
“The founders, who incidentally were sages like yourselves, though of the heaviest animal on earth and created a whale shaped ward-dome. It really needs to be altered since they added the piece over the Forbidden Forest. One of the best ways is to copy the Gringotts wards, which lock into earth thaums at the rim. In order to destroy it each earth-thaum has to be uncovered and neutralised. However, it is possible to bounce on top of the dome and use it’s springiness to loosen its fastenings.”
“So, a combination of earth-thaums and the magic steeple support should be the most efficacious.”
“Yes, Sage Harry, even better would be a number of radial supports to stop any flexing at all. There are reports of goblin domes that you could walk on, which, with the right occlusion, might hide quite a large area. I’m afraid I don’t have any data on them because those goblins disappeared during the Roman Empire.”
“There’s something like that at Glaswelltdy, Ivanova,” volunteered Astoria: “There’ll probably be something written in the Greengrass Annals about it. Next time we come here I’ll bring them with me.”
The Seers experimented until non-bedtime of Saturday-B; sleeping at the Tabernacle until they judged their body clocks to be equal to the time they entered.
On Saturday-C they Zeused back to the real Saturday-A, [7^th] and carried on as if nothing had happened. Later. they went to the Well House to collect a gurgling James from the Dursleys. On their return they found a note from Charlie attached to a very impatient owl.
Draco took it from the bird: “It says; Vasil has been hiding his light under a tub, naughty man. We thought him a humble priest, but quite obviously his Church people think much better of him. It was only by chance that we learned that he is to be consecrated bishop tomorrow afternoon [2.00.pm. your time] in Sofia Cathedral. We have an apparitional staging post set up at the border and a safe house close to the Cathedral. We have reserved a balcony for the troops; hope you can come. C & P.”
“I’ll floo the sanctuary and tell him we’re coming,” offered Draco: “We’re going to need a portal connection to there and the Seclusion sometime soon.”
The other seers divided up the members – Harry had the job of walking around the village whilst Ginevra and Astoria used two different fireplaces. John met Harry and was told the good news.
“I’ll put him on the prayer list, Harry … Erm …” John looked diffidently hopeful.
Harry understood: “Would you like to attend as well?”
“Yes please … Erm …”
Harry chuckled: “And Isabel.” That got a pleased nod.
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