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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]
(Mer-orgy?
CURATORIAL
~~~WEEKEND 23-24 JULY ~~~
The next major event was the godsons and their friends celebrating their graduation. The Dumbledorians joined in, because the three Goblins and Peter plus a few more of the school-leavers were now members of that select group. The Milkwood Barn thrummed to the beat of the latest pop music until just after midnight. Despite their indulgent alcoholic intake, the greatest majority of them were compos mentis enough to give thanks to the Creator at Saint Godric’s the following morning. However, Draco had to replenish his almost denuded stock of yellow potions during the following week, just as he had after Dudley’s celebration.
That week Ganymede and Selwyn attended their interviews and were accepted for Auror training. Although Probert had the necessary qualifications, he did not feel drawn to that area of endeavour, neither did he want to take up a career in banking. Pending any real decision, he went to help in his family’s now flourishing village post office, newsagent and stationery store.
That week also saw the retirement of Mrs Amis. Hyatt and Fenton had slowly taken over the running of the shop and were now well ensconced in village life. John had found her a place in one of the alms houses, so that the two ex-Americans could have the accommodation above the shop instead of inhabiting one of the cottage’s flatlets. This also enabled them to employ a couple of free elves because the business had expanded. Grandmamma took Mrs Amis under her wing; using a scarab and the portals to enable the retired shopkeeper to visit some of the places she had only read about.
~~~ WEDNESDAY 27^TH JULY ~~~
Harry went to his office that day sorting through the paperwork and interviewing for a clerical assistant. There were only three candidates, one of which he felt decidedly uneasy about, so he inveigled Ginevra into offering the candidates tea at Grimmauld Place.
Afterwards they chatted and Ginevra confirmed Harry’s unease: “There are black patches in the first one's aura, Harry. The older one will probably play the ‘that’s-not-the-way-we-do-it’ game, I’d go for Peter, he’s young and you can train him to do things the Potter way.”
“Besides which he has the best qualifications and we already know how conscientious he is,” added Draco: “Remember that incident about the spoiled potion.”
“Um … Thanks for that … You’ve both confirmed what I was thinking. Peter will get the job.”
So it was that Peter became Harry’s and Mackenzie’s administrative assistant dealing with much of the obligatory paperwork and many reports which Harry and his co-worker were finding irksome.
~~~ BIRTHDAY 31 JULY ~~~
Little else happened that month until it was finished off by Harry’s and Neville’s Joint birthday do. Harry thought Draco had forgotten his threat but the cunning Slyth had persuaded other people to do the organising. The first inkling that something was afoot was in the middle of the Sunday service.
“I have a special announcement,” said John: “Our beloved village mage has now reached his quarter century. Shall we all give him a clap?”
Clap they did for over five minutes. When it died John continued: “I am led to believe that the usual village lunch will be of a slightly different nature and I have been asked to invite you all to partake.”
H:*Fine, you three, what are you up to?*
A:*You must wait and see,* she replied firmly.
No amount of digging could get a cogent reply from the other seers. The net result was that Harry did not concentrate on the service at all. Luckily for him Draco pointed out where they were when it was obvious Harry’s mind had wandered.
Harry tried to leave by a side door, but Draco grabbed one arm and Astoria the other, so he was propelled to the main door and, out of courtesy’s sake, was obliged to shake every well-wisher’s hand. The well-wishers lined the pathway as far as the marquee. Harry ended up with tears in his eyes because it was obvious that friends had come from all over Europe to wish him well.
The parish marquee had been set up over the school playing area, giving a hard stand for all the chairs. The British weather could not always be relied upon to behave itself, and it had been raining for two days prior, so any grassed area was still squelchy. Nevertheless, the buffet birthday lunch was a success, with people queuing up to talk to him and offer presents. That was the worst part, he could see everyone had a small envelope in their hand and a few had parcels too.
Harry dreaded them coming up and giving him presents, feeling that he was unworthy of such attention. Draco had realised this and had put it about that there was a more acceptable way of celebrating their mage’s twenty-fifth. As Harry opened the first card, from John and Isabel, he saw inside that there was a cheque, he almost refused to accept it but then, at Draco’s prompting, saw that it was a donation to the welfare fund of the Harco Trust.
“Your three partners,” said John: “Knew you’d be embarrassed to receive so many personal gifts, so we made this arrangement, knowing that you would have more fun giving it away to those in need, than adding it to your personal pile of gold.”
“Thank you, John and Isabel. I feel much relieved. As you say, I was feeling very apprehensive about all these people bearing gifts.”
And so, for the next hour or so, the coffers of the Harco Welfare Fund were very well filled with money both magical and muggle, also Harry’s heart was filled with overawed gratitude.
~~~ AUGUST ~~~
The next three Sundays [7^th, 14^th, 21^st,] were rather special. Bishop Keith had sorted out three likely candidates for the curate’s position. Each in turn came to preach and meet the congregation over the weekend. Of course, the four seers became involved as well as the churchwardens and Richard.
Sebastian was first. Tall, thin and aesthetic; his black cassock made him look like a gaunt Snape. His manner was very proper, and the seers could imagine him having a fit if one of the altar candlesticks was more than a millimetre out of line. His preaching style was of the ‘This-is-what-the-Good-Book-says’ type; sometimes quoting obscure passages to support his hard-line message. He had a very slight tingle [nothing like the three priests] but seemed not to notice. When he met Dean and Seamus holding hands he bristled and tried to part their clasping digits quietly. The Seers saw this and chatted to the Yates, the upshot was that the same-sex couples ensured that they sat at the table with Sebastian for the parish lunch. Net result was a letter from the candidate saying he no longer wished to be considered.
Bishop Keith chortled when the churchwardens, John and Harry met him later that week: “He needed his eyes opening, thank you. I agree with you that he would not have fitted in.”
“He only had a slight tingle, Bishop.”
“Sorry, I thought he had more – well, that’s another reason for him being excluded, I know of a happy-clappy church where he might feel more at home as long as he loses some of his rigidity.”
"That could just be his reaction to stress in unfamiliar surroundings, you know," remarked Astoria.
"Thank you, I'll bear that in mind also."
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William was next. More like a male Luna than anything else. His sermon meandered all over the place with a result that no one could pinpoint the message. At the parish lunch he was fussy over what he ate; wanting to ensure everything had a green provenance and driving Winifred/Winky and Mavis up the wall with endless questions about ingredients. He did have a slight tingle but when taking one of the Sunday school classes he allowed the youngsters to run riot. He was superb with the older inhabitants having an immense patience with their quibbling.
On balance the group felt he was not quite up to it; but reserved their judgement until the following weekend.
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The last weekend brought Timothy. The tingle in his firm handshake persuaded Draco and Astoria straightaway. Ginny liked the look of his aura; not that the other two had had defective ones. His sermon was straight down the line, using the readings of the day and drawing a clear-cut conclusion from them. He endeared himself to Dolores and Hamish by having a clear baritone singing voice. At the parish lunch he saw Richard and arranged the water system that John used. He sat with different groups asking intelligent questions and replying good-humouredly. There was no doubt in the interviewers’ minds that he was the one they wanted. Even pigeon Fawkes liked the man.
They saw the bishop later that week.
“I’ll back your judgement John,” said Keith: “I also thought he was right for your parish. Now all you have to do is introduce him properly to the alternate world.”
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Having seen the Bishop and feeling relieved that John would soon be getting some assistance; the four seers took off to the Scilly Isles. Managing to have one night away because Narcissa insisted she could feed James a bottle for a change. The look of relief on Ginevra’s face was visible to everybody. The other three seers realised how heavy a burden being a child’s mother really was. Harry silently berated himself for giving her another child and Astoria wondered how wise she was to have conceived. Her family had a history of difficult childbirths. So, a fairly gloomy trio accompanied a bouncing redheaded spouse through the portals to Laggen Lodge.
They were purposeful getting the boat underway and silently went about their allotted jobs. This time Ginevra and Draco had remembered to tidy away their things into the proper places. It was a good thing too, because there was quite a fresh breeze blowing; once they cleared the sheltered haven of the island. The other thing that the brisk wind did was to blow away the glooms. For the evening they chose a sheltered spot in the lee of some rocks. Wine with their meal had them in a giggly mood, and the hilarity lasted as the hugged one another to sleep. They had imbibed slightly more than was prudent and the alcohol had dampened their carnal desires.
It was fortunate that they had not indulged overnight because early in the morning Draco was awakened by blows on the hull. He jumped out of bed in a panic, thinking that the hook had dragged, and they were in the rocks. Nakedly he ran on deck. They were not on the rocks. Instead a naked Clamshell leered at him and caught hold of Draco’s expanding meat.
*I see you’re already prepared. So am I. Here’s your gillyweed.*
*Oh! Thanks. I’d better wake the others.*
*No need,* said Harry, climbing up the companionway: *Your hasty exit acted as an alarm clock.* He grabbed a mer-cock: *Hello, Nautilus. Come to sample my delights instead of Berwyn’s?*
*Yes. This time Clamshell fancies Draco. Not that you’re second best, by any means. I thought I’d like to try a mage with bigger apparatus. So here I am.* Nautilus displayed his pulsing cock and Harry thought it had possibilities. Harry took the offered gillyweed with one hand and fondled the bobbing cock with the other. Not that Nautilus was a laggard, his reciprocating digits were already at work on the Potter prick.
The gillyweed started to work so all four boys jumped in. It was then the girls turn to fondle and be fondled whilst awaiting their gillyweed to work.
As usual the sexes separated into their respective halls. Harry found himself surrounded by turned on mermen. They all wanted to play and were quite happy to rub against him whilst waiting their turn. Draco was in a similar situation, as soon as he had gratified one person another had hold of his prick. Somehow, he managed to please five people before rising for air. Even then, one enterprising male rose with him and their final squirts decorated the boat’s gunwale. He sensed Harry had managed the same amount and watched his mates dying dong ding out its last drops of juice. Both of them lay panting on the deck; legs akimbo and cocks squirming in delightful remembrance.
~~~ FRIDAY EVENING 26^TH & WEEKEND ~~~
Timothy was asked to return on the 26^th to meet formally with the Parish Council in the evening. That perusal being completed he retired with John to the vicarage. He was booked a working breakfast with the seers on the Saturday. Carter shook his hand and showed him into the usual Dumbledorian weekend chaos. The four seers greeted him and introduced him to the delights of the tureens on the sideboard.
“Mr Potter; why have I been booked the whole day with you?” Timothy asked during the latter stages of the meal.
The company went silent wondering how Harry would reply.
“Because a lot of your pastoral effort will be with this group and with the students of our rather special school. Also, I would prefer you to call me Harry, please.”
“I’m happy with that, I usually answer to Tim. So, this special school, tell me about it, please?”
“Are you aware what the tingle represents?”
In answer to that, Timothy reached into his briefcase and produced a battered old edition of ‘The Rites of Priests and Wizards’ and smiled broadly.
“How much do you know of the thaumic world, Tim?” Draco asked.
“Very little; a select few of us had three or four lectures from a dusty old professor, who seemed to suggest that we would never come across such people in the whole of our ministry. However, immediately after his first lecture, I had the Spirit’s prompting that I would become involved. It took me ages to find a readable copy of this book and I’ve read it from cover to cover quite a few times. Not that it gives too much away.”
“Did John prepare you in any way?”
“Apart from telling me to keep a very open mind and shoving me out of his door after morning prayers, No!”
Everyone, including Timothy, chortled.
“Okay, prepare to have your mind opened greatly.”
“Ooh; how exciting!”
The whole room shook with laughter, and it took Blaise some time to explain, in between chuckles, why they were so amused. Instead of being offended, Timothy thought it a big joke and joined in.
“Okay, so what does this magic do, Harry?”
“Things like miracles, Tim. Water into wine is a good example of what we call transfiguration.” Harry demonstrated.
“That one I can understand, do you do healing, as well?”
“Different Magicals have different talents; Ernie and Lavender are magi-healers, for instance. My forté is defence, Draco’s is potions; Ginny’s is auras and so on.”
“Yes, I see. Do you live on the magical plane all the time?”
“No; like all talents, we only use them when necessary. However, we and all the villagers live underneath a very large dome of protector wards, because there is a particularly nasty sorcerer and his minions trying to attack us. Not all the time, by any means. The protectors are more like a house; keeping us safe and warm, so to speak.”
“Got that idea. What next?”
“Different races?”
“No problem – all are God’s children, whatever the colour of their skin?”
“What about different shapes?”
“Try me?”
Carter turned into Kreacher in front of Tim’s astonished eyes. Plus, the usual spiel about names. The godsons were next to be introduced and then the broonies.
“So; do you have a special school for each race?”
“No! Just one establishment for every magical of the correct age in the British Isles, there are not really that many of us.”
“So, this is the school?”
“No! This is our private house. The school is in Scotland with its practical annex here. Do you want to visit the academy?”
“Erm … Do we have time?”
“Yes! We can be there in five minutes.”
“You are joking … Aren’t you?”
“Do you have a sat-nav?”
Tim’s briefcase produced one and he was encouraged to take a reading. After he was charmed, presented with a scarab, he followed the seers through the portals and took another reading. He needed one of the Green Ladies’ Room’s comfortable chairs in which to recover his surprise, so Bobby and Robbie served coffee. Timothy was then taken on a tour of Hogwarts, meeting Hagrid, Bane and Orcas as he went, including a brief explanation about Parseltongue. At lunch, as well as meeting the staff, he met Sir Nicholas and the Bloody Baron; watching some Quidditch practice afterwards before going back to Toppers Wallow.
Timothy’s next test was passed with flying colours. It was hot and the mixed sex Dumbledorians had done what they usually did; stripped off completely and jumped in. Timothy took one look, undressed hastily and joined the throng, splashing and being splashed in turn. Tea was taken nakedly on the poolside.
“You know, most of what you have shown me is referred to in the Bible, somewhat obscurely sometimes, but it is there. The only one that baffles me at the moment is the use of the portals. No doubt I shall find it. Walking on water is akin to your flying, there are instances of someone moving from one place to another very quickly usually to get out of a threatening position, that’s what you call apparition. I think my time in the parish is going to be very invigorating. I suspect there is plenty more to come, too. However enough is enough for today, thank you.
Timothy had many questions but resisted a move away from the poolside for further exploration. He shared dinner with them and afterwards watched various pastimes, going with Harry and Draco to hear their story over chocolate at the annex.
On Sunday Timothy and the seers went to attend mass in the Pueblo de Alfareros where he talked to Heironimo and Estéban at a Hacienda lunch. He had been lent a saint’s medal and found it very interesting. There seemed to be an instant bond between Timothy and Estéban. Estéban feeling that his special mission was being diluted; was one of the worries the seers had. However, the two young clerics hit it off almost immediately; something that Fawkes, despite the seers’ misgivings, had said would happen.
On the way back Timothy went walkabout at Guéthary just to make sure the translator and his sat-nav worked. Egged-on by Estéban he tried out some surfing – Draco and Harry watched his performance and thought he had already experienced it before; so, the curate-elect was offered the use of La Maison if he wanted to relax. Some of the other places were mentioned but not visited, apart from the Spanish curate taking the soon-to-be English one to see some of the Manor’s patients.
“I thought John was pulling my leg when he said that he and his wife attended concerts in Saint Marks. I’m more of a Mozart fiend, myself,” remarked Timothy when they returned to Godric’s Hollow.
“Grandmamma has a number of preregistered seats in the Vienna Musikverein, I’m quite sure you would be welcome there.”
“Oh – Wow! Yes please!”
That evening Hermione celebrated her 26^th Birthday, although not as riotous as Ginevra’s there were plenty of high jinks. As previously, the Milkwood Barn was the venue. Despite being slightly reluctant Timothy joined in the fun encouraged by a laughing Estéban.
A shattered and very thoughtful Timothy retired, by train, to the seminary with four weeks left to prepare for his ordination.
Michaelmas was the next main item in the seers' diary.
~~~ THURSDAY 29^TH SEPTEMBER ~~~
Many of the Dumbledorians were granted time off to attend the cathedral service. Giuseppe, Heironimo and Estéban were there, dressed in their ceremonials and treated as special guest observers. Vasil had also been persuaded to come along and he joined the bishop's consecrating party. Together with his couple of dozen classmates, Timothy was to be made a deacon that day, being Michaelmas. Many other parishes’ congregations had turned up to support their candidates as well as the families of the deacons who were to be ordained priests; so, the cathedral was full to overflowing.
When Bishop Keith had celebrated at Saint Godric’s earlier in the year he had been impressed by the Smiling Ones octet. The result was that they had been asked to play music at the service. The cathedral choir and organ had most of the service in their capable hands, but during the long period for administration of communion to the massed congregation the octet and two other parish choirs had been asked to perform suitable devotional music.
It was a very long service; before which Timothy and the other candidates had spent twenty-four hours in fasting and prayer. They all looked pale and Draco could feel worried emanations coming from Timothy and another deacon-to-be – William.
After the first hymn John presented Timothy to the Bishop as being a suitable candidate and Timothy took the various oaths of loyalty. The other parish priests and their candidates followed suit. After a gospel reading came some prayers and the litany following which the actual laying-on of hands took place. After that and on behalf of Saint Godric’s congregation Harry presented Timothy with his ordination Bible, as did every other congregation’s representatives to their new curates. From then on, the more familiar rite of the Eucharist took place, to be completed by a special sending-out of all the new deacons and priests.
Back at Godric’s Hollow; Dan had, as usual, arranged for the square to be cordoned off, so when Timothy arrived at his new home, he was greeted in the time-honoured fashion with a typical village welcome party, plus dance, plus a WWW firework finale.
Afterwards Harry took Percy to one side: “Would you like the Trust to pay for those fireworks?”
“Not really, Harry. For two reasons, we regard it as Ronald’s contribution as a trust director. The second is more commercial: many magicals see our display and that boosts our sales, not only in fireworks either. Mandy’s front-room shop is becoming quite profitable. Even some muggles order things there too.
~~~ SUNDAY 2^ND OCTOBER ~~~
Although Timothy, as a deacon, was not yet allowed to consecrate the host he was licensed to administer the chalice. So, the churchwardens forbore their usual role; allowing their new curate to give the cup to the whole congregation. This first service was to be special and it was normal to ask the deacon’s family to be first; but no one came. Timothy did not appear to be upset by this, but Draco and Harry felt for him, and were curious.
After parish lunch Timothy was sitting with the seers drinking coffee and Molly, Grandmamma and Narcissa were there. The complicated relationships were explained to him and about Harry’s parents being killed by Voldie.
“That’s something we share, Harry. I was an only child and my parents were drowned when that bridge collapsed. You know, Hermione gave me a potted recent history, so I suppose that monster was responsible. What happened to him?”
“Harry killed him!” Ginevra said triumphantly.
“Oh dear! Were you shriven afterwards? It must be a heavy burden on your conscience.”
“I was more troubled by the deaths of people who had fought alongside me. John has been very good and counselled me well. In a way Voldie killed himself. He used a wand that owed its allegiance to me and it would not curse me. On top of that I was using a primitive kind of shield-charm; Hermione has perfected them a lot since then.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“Come and watch us play hex tennis, Tim,” suggested Ronald.
Timothy went to the practice ground and the players made their shields partly visible. He soon got the idea and wondered if it were possible to join in.
“I used to play squash, that requires fast reactions.”
“We haven’t found a way for charmed muggles to use spells yet. We can cast protectors around you, but they drain the caster greatly, even with a medallion,” replied Draco. He looked round in comic furtiveness: “Don’t mention it to Hermione or she’ll have all the library books out researching it,” he said, sotto voce.
“I heard that, Mr Malfoy, and I’ll have you know that the Wards-team is already looking into it.” Hermione mock glared at Draco and then burst out laughing.
After the chuckles had subsided, Draco then had to explain Hermione’s constant thirst for knowledge and touched on the Gringotts awards, which led the conversation into banking and the magical currency’s peculiar multipliers.
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