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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]
DEVELOPMENTAL
[Tandem, loving teach-in, two couples]
~~~ SUNDAY 30^TH OCTOBER ~~~
It was a calm bright Autumn Day with hardly any breeze. Ideal for sitting outside the Farmers Arms and partaking lunch – in fact the throng had spilled out into the square, not that it mattered too much in the cul-de-sac. Seamus proposed some games rather like the agricultural sports day they had had occasionally.
They were just getting organised when the Dumbledorian medallions vibrated. At the same time those who were aurors also had a buzz on their rings.
Mackenzie’s patronus arrived: ‘Come quickly, Diagon Alley being attacked,’ it told them.
Without hesitation every member ran towards the cottage, whilst the non-member aurors ran to the apparating area near the station.
The duty aurors and the goblin guards were just holding off the satraps and maintaining a wavering line between the ministry entrance and the bank, which included the entrance to St Mungo’s. The satraps may have been tempted to loot the unguarded shops but because of the fierce fighting were, at present, fully engaged. The Seignior had promised rich pickings if they won, and harsh reprisals if they lost. Thus the battle line was drawn beyond the main shopping area. The aurors were outnumbered two to one and were fighting gallantly but were slowly giving ground. Unseen by the combatants a crowd of young people came out of the WWW shop and formed a battle line. Once formed the line moved forward to engage the rear of Lucy’s army.
The satraps were extremely surprised to be attacked from behind by the Dumbledorians, wondering where they had come from. They were even more surprised when another corps of aurors attacked their flank coming out of the Leaky Cauldron. Luckily for the satraps they still held Knockturn Alley. It took quarter of an hour for them to realise that the two to one ratio now favoured the troops of the light. Once they realised their predicament, they dragged their heavily swearing leader back inside the disreputable quarter. As they retreated they discharged Peruvian Darkness Powder to cover their departure.
The warriors on the side of light started wind charms to blow the darkness away. A good thing too because the crafty satraps had hidden a number of nasty traps which would have been triggered by someone staggering around in the dark. The Aurors set about identifying and neutralising the traps; some of the results were quite spectacular. The victory for the light had six satraps captured and three defenders placed in St Mungo’s. Apart for some singed hair and clothes everyone else was alright. The mopping up operation took about an hour, after that Fiorello Fortescue offered everyone a free ice-cream. Ginevra and Astoria, who had been combatants, arranged with the Harco elves to supply a first course. Thus from what might have been a disaster, a happier carnival atmosphere invaded Diagon Alley. Dean and Seamus were not disappointed either. They just transferred their games to the new venue.
Later in the evening the auror officers met with Kingsley and Arthur.
“There have been a number of small attacks on isolated magely families,” reported Arthur: “Thank Merlin most of them had up-to-date wards. Harry and Draco, will you thank your Dumbledorians for those yet again, please? I think the satraps had thought you were too far away, enjoying your Sunday pastimes. The members arrival tipped the balance so quickly that there were few on our side injured. Had it been just satraps and aurors things might have turned out much more bloody.”
The debriefing over, the captains and sergeants stayed behind.
“Draco and Harry, is there any chance of making a public portal from Milkwood to the alley?” asked Arthur: “That would enable the inhabitants of our two main magical villages to have direct contact. I realise that it would be difficult to place it either at the Ministry or close to George’s shop, because of the present travel-cabinets there. Obviously you don’t want to place it near Knockturn Alley.”
“The thaums will be propitious tomorrow night, Uncle. We had no real plans about siting the next pair, but we would need somewhere that already has high security wards.”
“Yes well … Kingsley and I have had some thoughts about that, and he went to see the Hierophant.”
“He has a suitable place just inside Gringotts foyer,” reported Kingsley: “I know that you have recently updated their wards to cottage standards. They also have their guards on duty so no evil ones would be allowed to use the portal.”
Draco smiled: “Hmm … We’ve being doing a lot of research, Uncle. We find that the public ones are called posterns,” he giggled: “So we would have to post ourselves somewhere, I presume. I’m quite sure we could fix up a pair and fuse them with the present set-up. It would also give the Irish Magicals access via their honeycomb system.”
Kingsley grinned: “That’ll insure you re-election, won’t it, Arthur.”
“Trust you to think like that, Kingsley.”
“Well, Uncle, we all want you to serve another term. What with the new Mugwump, there is much less chicanery around.”
Arthur chuckled: “Trust a Malfoy to think politically. I think you two had better scoot so as to be fresh enough for tomorrow’s postern making. Give my love to Ginny and Tor, won’t you?”
Harry chuckled: “They send their love back, as well.”
“Have they been listening in?”
“Yes Kingsley,” answered Draco: “It’ll be Tor and I who make the postern. Harry will connect the wards properly once we’ve made it. At the moment Ginny’s feeding James. You do remember that they’re both preggers, don’t you.”
“Really? Great? Send my love to James and the two in the womb. Too.”
Chuckling, our two used the Minister’s cabinet and then ported from WWW.
~~~ PORTALS 31^st/1^st ~~~
As planned, Draco and Astoria made the postern.
Whilst Harry was sealing the wards one of the guards remarked casually: “Wouldn’t it be nice if we could go to the Harco Nursing Home like that?”
Harry had a quick thinking session with Ginevra and they decided to try to move the portal that led to the Manor from WWW to Gringotts. To their surprise it slid over very easily. It's contact with the newly made postern network converted it. Rather like cabinet contact converted them to portals.
Harry smiled at the guard: “There you are, Sir. Just as you asked. Do make sure no dark ones wreak mayhem at the convalescent home.”
“You have my word on it, Mr Potter. Thanks again.”
Harry then went to tell George and his staff what he had done.
Vernon remarked: "It's rather like us muggles upgrading our cars. We tend to like the same make but just buy a better model."
“Thank Merlin for that, Harry,” Lee said: “We and the members had to be extremely careful when going there, so that no-one found out about our portals. We quite often pretended that we had apparated. Things will be much easier now they’re in the public domain, so-to-speak. Thanks a lot!”
"It also means that nearly twice the number of magicals can use them at the same time."
"How's that?" queried Vernon.
"Hermione says that cabinets take three maximum, portals seven, but the new posterns thirteen."
"Peculiar numbers," Vernon shrugged: "But then your monetary multipliers are odd."
"Its all to do with arithmantic prime numbers, Uncle. Now take three, for instance ..."
"... Alright Draco, please don't try to explain, I got into a muddle last time you tried."
~~~ INSTRUCTION ~~~
Oddball’s 16^th birthday, they had found out, also fell on November 1^st. This was a day Harry would remember for some time and not only for the fracas preceding it.
He had been to see James in the nursery, which had been the single guest room. He was thinking about how they could convert the three bunk room into a similar nursery for the two imminent babies. Quietly he opened the door and heard a susurrating rustle. Curious, he went quietly further into the room.
“Don’t push, please Odie. It’s not going to fit. I’m sorry to spoil your birthday treat.”
“It’s all right Julie, I can see it’s too big. I know the four uncles do it and enjoy it, but I wonder how.”
Harry peered round the corner and saw two naked young people on the lower bunk. Julian Warrington was kneeling down and Oddball was behind him, wearing a worried frown and a throbbing erection.
“One of the four uncles is here,” said Harry quietly.
There were gasps and Julian tried to grab a sheet to cover their nudity.
Harry chuckled: “No need to cover up, I’ve already seen all that you have on show. I must say that you both have very presentable pricks and your butts are quite handsome too. When you said you were friends with Julie, Oddball, I thought you were into girls. Now I see my mistake.”
“Please Professor, don’t tell my Father, please?” Julian was shaking.
“Why should I tell your parents?” Harry hoped his smile looked reassuring.
Julian looked puzzled for a moment or two: “He’s dead set against boys doing naughty things together. He says it’s not the pure-blood way.”
“Rest assured, I don’t report things like that. I’m sure that you both are aware that similar happenings go on inside the academy. Only when things get out of hand and cause strife do we think of punishment or involving guardians. You both are over the legal limit so no law has been broken either.”
“See … I told you we’d be alright here.”
“Pater canes me if he catches me masturbating. Only for producing babies he says.”
“Does that mean he’s chosen a wife for you yet?”
“Not that I know of, Professor.”
“Firstly, call me Harry or Uncle, like Oddball does. Secondly, masturbation does you no real harm, most males do it, even when they’re married. So there’s no need to get up-tight about it.”
“Thanks … Erm … Uncle.”
“Did I get the feeling from the conversation that I accidentally overheard that you are having problems?”
Both boys coloured up and Harry noticed that their pricks had slowly deflated.
Julian shook his head as if to clear away cobwebs. Then he took a deep breath: “I promised Odie that he could fuck me on his sixteenth birthday.” He paused and gauged Harry’s reaction to that statement.
Seeing nothing adverse he continued: “We know that between blokes anal intercourse is part of what guys do together.” Another pause to check that the professor was not reacting negatively.
“Erm … According to rumours you have one of the biggest ones … Erm … How does prof … Erm … The Drake take it all?”
Harry giggled: “Yes mine is big, as you would expect, knowing the amount of magic I can command. I take it you have been gauging each other regularly?”
“Yes, that’s when Julie and I started to be interested in each other,” replied Oddball: “But Julie’s pucker is so small.”
“Did you prepare him?”
“What do you mean?”
“At least for the first few times it’s normal to prepare the bottom person before attempting penetration. You can use various sized dildos, but most of us use fingers, that has an extra advantage in that you can stroke your mate’s prostate and give him a thrill at the same time.”
“Use our fingers? What’s a prostate?”
Harry realised that the two of them really knew little of the mechanics.
“Oddball. Let me see your finger-nails, I don’t want you damaging Julian when you enter him.”
“You mean I have to push my fingers inside his backside?” Oddball looked incredulous, but held his hands out for Harry to inspect: “I keep them short and smooth so as not to snag his hairs when I wank him.”
“Fine, they’ll do. What kind of lubrication were you using?”
“Lubrication?”
“Yes. Dry skin on dry skin hurts like hell. Spit works if you are all worked up. A form of baby oil is very efficacious, but we mages have a better way. We can charm both the aperture and the prong to become slippery.”
“We’ve occasionally used oil when exciting each other, but it tends to leave marks on the bedclothes. If Pater saw those kinds of stains there’d be hell to pay. Come to think of it the Hogwarts elves would get to know what we were doing.”
“The Hogwarts elves are very broad minded. They might get worried if there was an excess of blood, but semen stains are quite usual. Which cleaning charm do you use?”
“Can we use a cleaning charm on things like that?”
“Of course. However the broonies like to eat spunk; most of us call them afterwards and they clean us up. It helps with their fertility and the fertility of the plants they tend. Now, shall I teach you a lubricating charm?”
Both boys blushed and nodded.
“It’s called ‘Lubricans’ and the flourish is like this ... ... ... As with most charms it’s most efficacious if someone does it to you. So you can practice on each other.” Harry used his finger like a wand and then had both young men practicing. The next charm was a cleaning one, because the oil had splashed everywhere.
“Right now, Oddball, lubricate your fingers … … … Fine! Now insert one finger carefully into Julian’s pucker … … … Fine! Wiggle it around a bit to try and widen the hole.”
Julian gasped.
“Sorry, did I hurt you?”
“N-no, you rubbed against something inside me. It felt great!”
“That would be his prostate. See if you can do it again. It should be just about there.”
“Here?”
“OO-oo-ooh Yes-s-s-s!” Julian’s meat began to inflate again, and Harry felt his own boner start to fill out in sympathy.
“Can you insert another finger comfortably?”
“I think so … Is that alright Julie?”
“Merlin! Yes-s-s-s-s!”
After five minutes Oddball could insert more fingers.
“Now Julian, lubricate your hand and oil Oddball’s prick thoroughly.”
By this time both young men were hard and throbbing.
They heard the door opening and Draco wandered in, he was bare chested: “I’ve been listening to your lesson, Harry. I thought I’d come and see the demonstration.” He closely locked the door and unzipped himself allowing his remaining garments to fall to the floor, before walking out of them.
Both young men stared at the enormity of the blond’s erection.
Draco pretended to be cross with Harry: “Why aren’t you demonstrating your lesson, Professor; as is proper? Exuero Te!”
Harry was now naked and displaying. He grinned cheekily at his mate: “I needed a dummy to practice on and now I’ve got one. Lubricans!”
“Err … Uncle … Err … May I feel yours?”
Draco winked at Harry: “Reciprocal rights!”
Harry’s eyes widened and he smirked dirtily: “Fine by me!”
Oddball put out a tentative hand: “They’re much bigger than in the pool.”
Harry allowed Oddball to hold his meat: “As you know. When in the pool propriety normally holds, especially if the girls are around.”
It was Julian’s turn to look astonished: “Odie, you didn’t tell me about that.”
“I didn’t think about it. It seems so natural when I’m here at the cottage. It’s a sort of openness, no-one can hide anything. When I first came here I was a bit shy, but by people not concealing anything it helped me not to feel afraid.” Oddball then inspected Harry’s appurtenance minutely: “Wow, Uncle. It is a big one and your end’s so shiny.”
“So’s Uncle Drake’s,” Julian blushed and looked guiltily at Draco.
Draco pursed his lips and then smiled: “I knew they called me the drake … Hmm … I rather like Uncle Drake. Now, Julie, if you carry on stroking mine like that you’ll soon cause an eruption. This is supposed to be about you two fucking.”
Julian let go of Draco’s dong and grinned at him: “I bet they had all kinds of problems gauging you and Uncle Potty.”
It was Harry’s turn to purse his lips: “Back to business, you two. Is Julian wide enough now?”
Julian turned and, cheekily grinning, presented his bum to Harry: “What do you think?”
Harry did a quick finger hold on Oddball and gently pulled his tool towards Julian’s bum. “I should think so. The only way is to try it out. Both of you appear to be well lubricated. Remember to take things slowly at the beginning. Draco and I still do, even after so many years of loving each other.”
“It still seems tight, Uncle.”
“Is it hurting you?”
“No Uncle, but I do feel a bit full.”
“That’s to be expected … Oh!” Harry felt his partner’s prick in very much the same position.
As Draco slowly entered Harry so Oddball slowly entered Julian. Harry found it quite a turn on to watch someone else in the same enraptured position.
Draco was now fully emplaced: “Odie, pause for a minute or two, whilst Julie gets used to feeling full … … … That’s right … Now withdraw, not all the way, and push in again, slightly faster than the first time. Angle your prick slightly upwards and then you’ll massage his prostate and give him a thrill. You might find that his anal muscles twitch and grip your prick momentarily. Harry’s do, that’s when I know I’m doing things right.”
Both younger participants gasped as they experienced the thrill for the first time.
From then on, apart from grunts and sighs of pleasure, no further instruction seemed necessary. One couple inhabited the side bunk and the other couple the lower bunk, so it was possible to pause and watch each other’s progress. The two youngsters were all eagerness and soon came to fruition. Hugging and kissing they watched as their two pseudo-uncles continued their loving tryst, trying to give each other the most thrills. Oddball and Julian were so turned on by watching the two seers that they reversed positions and Julian had Oddball, too. Eventually the older couple reached fruition together. The two youngsters then learned how to call the broonies to clean up the mess.
They sat hugging, each pair looking at the other pair. “We managed two sessions, whilst you were only having one. How come?”
Draco grinned: “We could say that you were at it like rabbits. However, part of a loving partnership is giving your partner the thrill and trying to prolong the event. Which, as you have just experienced, is extremely thrilling and very satisfying.”
“Yes it is. You did it facing each other, why?”
“We prefer to kiss, and see our partner’s loving expression at the same time,” Harry explained: “That is not to say that we don’t do it in other ways. Much depends on our mutual state of mind.”
Draco looked solemnly thoughtful: “You know, fucking and kissing is only part of a relationship. I find that Harry’s support plus interest in what I think and do, quite often is more important. Both of us had physical adventures before we teamed up, quite often in dorm encounters, or under the showers. When you choose a more permanent partner make sure that it’s not just his body that turns you on.” Draco could see both youngsters were about to protest undying love to each other, so he quickly continued: “For the moment savour what the other lover gives you and, in return, try to please him. The fluence will have a say in whom you eventually make a permanent partner as well. So rest in each other’s love and see where it leads. Yes?”
Julian and Oddball looked into each other’s slightly tearful eyes and nodded, before hugging each other and starting a long snogging session.
There was no need for either seer to say anything. They mutually came to a decision and quietly vacated the room; only accioing their clothes when they reached their own room, half a minute later.
~~~ MACHINERY ~~~
The Dumbledorians assembled enmasse on Friday 5th evening. Justin side-alonged his father to the old factory, where the ‘moving squad’ was waiting. Their first job was to miniaturise the various machines that Henry wanted to use in the refurbished mine buildings. Even miniaturised, some of them required four mages to transport them. Other machines had already been disassembled and their parts crated and labelled. The crates were much easier to move. It all had to be done very quietly in the middle of the night so as not to arouse the suspicions of the surrounding muggles. In fact, Henry had been working for a fortnight, each evening, with a couple of his trusted employees, reducing the machinery into portable units. Thus strange lights, late at night, would pass unremarked.
Their movements in the air also passed unremarked; because in England on the 5^th November they celebrate bonfire night. The mages thought it was a racial memory of Samhain, moved slightly for political purposes.
According to the legend, a historical figure called Guy Fawkes tried in 1604 to blow up King James and his Parliament. He failed and, once caught, was horribly tortured and killed. Nevertheless the muggles kept this as an anniversary from then on. Not only did they light bonfires but also let off fireworks. Flying above this was relatively easy and the muggles were unable to peer through the smoke and flashes to see the mages flying by. Thus all the machinery was landed safely in the quarry.
It took a week to unpack all the machinery and much longer to couple it up and have it working.
~~~ REVELATION ~~
Those trusted employees of Henry, Stewart and Rowena Ramsbottom, a married couple nearing retirement age, were not as astounded as they should have been when the magical truth was revealed to them.
“Ah thowt t’Maister’s Young-un ‘ad summat special goin’ on. So now we know what’s bin eatin’ him.”
Draco had wanted to oblivate them, but because the trust had found them a house in the village, they would be moving at the same time; he agreed that it was senseless. Like Henry, they would be supervising and tinkering with the ancient equipment as well as helping with the preparation of the wool and weaving it. However they preferred to use the railway to reach the village, despite being happy for their belongings being transported the magical way. They had already been using train travel regularly to and fro to supervise the furnishing of their new home. Now they would be settled and supervising the setting up of the new machinery, as well as training the Stamps and their elves in the operation thereof.
Michael Miller, Dean and Seamus had been beavering away at the millwheel. Hortulanus and Gabriellus had reopened the quarry leat and made sure it was watertight. The bypass contractors had rebuilt the weir and had helped in creating a stone lined bund to stop the spate waters overflowing into the quarry’s grounds. They had also created a new riverside path to replace the one flooded by the rising waters behind the weir. This passed under the bridge, situated between the railway and the river.
In order to accommodate the canoeists a chute had been made in the middle of the weir, this gave them an exciting finish to their run down from the fish farm dam. A few hundred yards below this weir it was unsafe to navigate because of Gryff Force. A spectacular waterfall that jetted the river some fifty feet straight down and quite a local landmark. Just to be safe the mages had placed a net across the river to catch unwary canoeists diverting them into the tail of the mill-race – it just happened to coincide with the quarry dome’s limits. However the riverside footpath continued outside the wards, down some steps to the waterfall viewing point.
The warding team had also been busy. They created a new protector dome over the quarry and an invisible protector tube covering the new path and the river’s course. This had one end touching the village dome and the other, the quarry dome. The tube now enabled a much longer protected white water run for the magical canoeists, one which their muggle equivalents had already been enjoying as far as the net. There, Seamus and Dean had built a shelter for storing the canoes.
It took weeks to have the machinery properly installed and all of it into production by mid-December. Henry and the Ramsbottoms were sticklers for ensuring safe working.
Not that everyone else had been idle during that period. When the raw wool arrived it had to be sorted into the various grades; the best of which would go into clothing and knitting yarn. Then it had to be cleaned of all the stray matter and scoured in alkaline baths. The by-product of this was lanolin, which mostly went to the Zabini Apothecary, where it became lotions and soothing ointments. The carding and combing machines were part of the next process before the spinning mule made the wool into strands of yarn. These were the first pieces of equipment to be reassembled and attached to the mill machinery line because, without the yarn, no weaving or knitting could take place.
For the wool and together with Draco, Blaise and Gilda produced various dyes. The ingredients were all natural, however a certain amount of magic was used to obtain the more vivid colours. The wool had to go through this process before being taken to the looms. The Stamps had learned their skills on hand-looms; so using the much larger water-powered looms was quite a learning curve. This is where the Ramsbottoms came into their own. There was a lot of trial and error as the designers learned what was possible and the operators were challenged to produce new weaves. There was an amount of compromise on both sides before the first successful rolls of cloth emerged from the process. Skirts and trousers were the first garments to be made from these experimental high grade fabrics. The lower grade yarns became blankets and picnic rugs; a much easier process. An amount of the higher grade yarn migrated into the villagers houses where industrious mothers, both muggle and magical, had been cajoled into knitting garments by hand, as might be expected, Molly had joined in this enterprise.
Meanwhile Anthony and his Grandfather had set up a small jewellery workshop – their products were not too expensive but quite eye-catching. Their mechanical requirements were nowhere near as heavy as the equipment that had come from the Finch-Fletchley Mill. A disc cutter sectioned the long tubes of ore, to be followed by the buffing of the cut surfaces to the required shininess. Anthony had been scouring the riverbed and had come up with multi-coloured pebbles. Although they looked an almost uniform grey at the beginning, once they had been tumble polished in the drum with water and a scouring powder, the result was colourfully attractive. It was felt that certain mages might buy the stones for their healing properties and muggles because they looked nice. There might even be a market for lapidary enthusiasts looking for special ore nodules.
Festus and Dardanellus had started a trial adit, producing dressed stone enough for Dean and Seamus to be hopeful of their building project continuing. Some of the rough residual stone Hortulanus commandeered for dry-stone walling and, of course any nodules found went Anthony’s way for lapidary work. Marketing was one of the problems that the Stamps were worried about, but until they had enough stock there was little point in finding customers.
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