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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34423 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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[Note: “x-x” = speech & ‘x-x’ = thoughts & *x-x* = telepathy & #x-x# Parseltongue]
GREEN ISLAND
On Teinamoray, as the girls watched their husbands start to lose consciousness, Astoria decided.
“It’s no good Ginny; we’ve got to do something. The intervals between their splurges are becoming greater.”
“Harry’s comfortable so let’s release Draco first. Never mind the artificial penis idea, we’ll dip a number of sticks in the bowl and levitate them in front of the twinerium’s flowers. If you hold them magically, I’ll try to cut the vines connecting Draco to the plant.”
Draco had fainted by then and the twinerium had enough elasticity to allow him to lie on the ground. The girls could see that the vines were very tight and Ginevra thought she would have a clear line of fire once the plant’s attention was elsewhere. They could see a myriad tendrils all hovering awaiting their turn at his manhood’s teat and feared they would take over the constricting duties of any were severed by Ginevra’s magical slicing. Harry, having another convulsion and splurge, spurred the girls into action.
Between them they embalmed twenty one sticks with Harry’s cream. Astoria lifted them into position and slowly brought them nearer the twinerium. Its succeratis propensities came into play and the tendrils stopped hovering over Draco and homed in on the bait.
“Diffindo maxima! Accio Draco!” Ginevra waved her pointed fingers and a naked unconscious Draco landed in her arms; well out of reach of the exploring vine, not that it seemed to be too interested just then; more in the spooged sticks.
“Having fun?” Rory’s voice said from the mouth of the cave: “What have you done to Harry, he looks totally debauched? And what have you done to Arabella?”
“Arabella … Who’s Arabella?”
“She’s my pet twinerium succeratis.”
“He’s another Neville,” Remarked Ginevra.
“Neville … Who’s Neville?”
“The Herbology Professor at Hogwarts, he has a pet Mimbulus Mimbletonia.”
“You must introduce me … Now what’s happened to Arabella?”
“She attacked Draco … … …” Astoria filled Rory in about what happened.
“… You mixed it with eau de cologne to make a paste. Poor Harry; he’ll have to endure that for almost three and three quarter hours. The last big squirt will come three-hundred and forty-three minutes after the first.”
“Why three-hundred and forty-three?”
“It’s Arithmantic, Ginny; seven times seven times seven, threes and sevens.”
“Oh … Right! So we have time to sort Draco out in the meantime … Look at that slimy tangle of vines … Ugh.”
“Why don’t you girls go and keep the troops happy. There’s quite a gathering at mother’s croft. Once the lookout spotted Harry and Draco going in he alerted Ron. He in turn; first counselled patience; then, when he saw you two girls rush over, he decided that some back up might be needed. I imagine you don’t want the troops seeing these two in their debauched state. I’ll deal with Draco … I’ve done it before.”
“Yes … So we’ve been told. We’d like to get back to the babies as well.”
Both female seers mounted their broomsticks and skimmed the rising tide; ducking as they exited the cave. Rory’s first concern was Harry, who was beginning to shiver. So he Mobilliarbussed both mage and chair back into the cabin, lit a fire and placed an eiderdown over the unconscious seer. Rory then returned to sort out the blond one.
Draco’s pubic area was a mass of stiffening vines. There was still one flower drawing sustenance and the tendrils attached to it were still pliable and wriggly. Rory tackled the dead ones first before they became totally inflexible. He pulled out each one and snipped it as near the flesh as he dare. He removed as much dead plant as he could and then set about removing the living ones – these he transplanted into pots. After twenty minutes work there was only one ring of vine left gripping the tortured prick. This was the one which restricted the flow of fluid and it was embedded into the flesh. There was no way Rory dare insert a blade under that. However he noticed that a small amount of spunk was dribbling out of the blond’s swollen prick, so he spread this on the shaft ahead of the ring of fibrous matter; gently working the wood backwards and forwards until some of the lubrication was beneath it. Slowly he began to draw the restriction outwards.
Rory was almost at the edge of Draco’s glans when the blond woke up.
“Merlin’s balls, Rory; I thought we were even – now what are you doing – where are the girls?”
“I sent them back to the croft so as to forestall anyone else coming to the island. We thought that you wouldn’t appreciate an audience. Before you ask, Harry’s in my cabin under a blanket, recovering. I’ve managed to remove all the vines but this one.”
“So you were wanking me with it were you.”
“Don’t be so perverse. If you hadn’t flirted with Arabella to begin with, you wouldn’t be in this situation … … …” Rory explained what had happened.
“… … … Alright, alright; I apologise.” Draco looked at his imprisoned prick: “It’s very swollen and extremely tender. I don’t think we’ll get the ring over my mushroom.”
“Mmm … That’s what I was thinking too … would you mind if I used the reduce-the-swelling charm?”
“Yes … but I can’t think of any other way. It’s like the other healing charms; not very effective if you do them on yourself. So I suppose you’d better.”
“Okay: Reducio minimus!”
“That was a good try, it has shrunk a little. If you’d used maximus I’d have squirted you all over with my pent up juices. Try again, but stand to one side.”
“So you have an orgasm pending?”
“Two or three, by the feeling inside.”
“Right, I’ll get a bowl. Arabella may as well have a drink. It will help her to repair herself where Ginny severed her tendrils.”
It took two more gentle shrinking charms before the wooden ring slid over Draco’s end. Rory collected quite a lot of cream with which to nurture his pet plant. Draco was in no fit state to travel anywhere and, apart from that, neither mage wished to lift Ginevra’s temporary wards because the normal exit via the cave entrance had now been covered by the rising tide. Rory helped Draco into the cabin, transformed the single guest’s mattress into a double and laid it on the floor in front of the fire. Once Draco was settled and snoozing, Rory Mobilicorpused Harry into bed beside the blond. Next, he flooed Siobhan to tell her what was happening.
Rory then started to prepare a nourishing vegetable ragout for three so that they could restore some of their lost energy when the two mages awoke. Leaving the stew-pot simmering on the fire he went out to see what damage the satraps had done to his beloved collection. He noticed an amount of fruit missing, and made a note of the magical herbs that appeared to have been harvested; including the approximate quantities. Rory hoped that this would give Draco a good idea as to what evil potions his father might be brewing. The Scottish plantsman reckoned that no real harm had been done to his collection. He felt that it was a sure indication that Lucius had meant to make this his headquarters.
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On his return to the island’s cabin nearly three hours later, Rory was quite surprised to see the two supposed invalids at it. He waited until their summation was complete.
“Where did you get the energy from?”
“The potion Astoria mixed,” Harry answered: “I think she made it horse strength.” We weren’t going to waste such an opportunity; especially as you pushed me inside Draco when you put us in bed.”
Rory smirked: “I reckoned that you’d be better cumming inside him that staining the sheets. That should be your last one.”
“Well my hard-on is subsiding slowly.”
Draco sniffed, not a disdainful one but long and appreciative: “I can smell something appetising.”
Rory went over to the pot and lifted the lid to insure the automatic spoon was still stirring. The room was filled with more of the delicious aroma.
“It’s ready. Accio bowls.” Rory filled the three big wooden bowls full. “My own recipe, home-grown vegetable stew.”
“It smells as good as the green man’s pie that Mavis bakes.”
“Mavis? Who’s Mavis?”
The two male Blakes told Rory of some of the magely happenings at Godric’s Hollow whilst they ladled stew into the stomachs. It included dancing the crops as well and Harry’s seventh year magely duties.
There was a rest period before the tide was right to use the duple through the cave. Rory followed them on his. At the croft as they prepared to say goodbye, Harry invited Rory to come over one weekend: “…You said you wanted to meet Neville. He and his wife have a house one cabinet away from ours and they both attend our usual pub lunch on a Sunday after church.”
“What’s a cabinet, apart from some place you store things. You seem to imply it’s a form of transport.”
“Has your mother not told you about them?”
“We were not rich enough to afford one, Harry,” Siobhan informed them: “With Rory’s supply connections to the Zabini Apothecary I suppose we could afford one now. The plant trade is quite lucrative.”
“I see. Rory, imagine a person sized cupboard, enough to fit three people. Then imagine it thaumically connected to another such item in a house quite some distance away. With the right charm pronounced it is possible to travel from one to another. Better than flooing: no soot or mistaken fireplaces. Better than apparating: no squeezing motion or dizziness upon landing. Much quicker than flying and being buffeted by the elements. There’s a slight tingle and it’s instantaneous.”
“That’d be very useful between our croft and my cabin on Teinamoray. I frequently get blown off course. Shall we buy one, Mother?”
“Why not. How do we go about it Draco?”
Draco had been communing with his other Seers: “We feel that my father might well attack you or Teinamoray again. So it would be a good idea if you were connected to our portal system. The traction beam that Pullet and Phealey set up is a little cumbersome and has to be continually supported by elf-thaums. Basically it’s a temporary affair. What we propose would become permanent. It’s based on cabinet technology but can transport up to seven people at a time. We could make it into a postern, but that’s for the general public. I’m not sure you’d like all and sundry coming to visit. – mages using the system are vetted, of course.”
“We do tend to be solitary up here. I’m not into big crowds,” replied Siobhan: “Your friends would be welcome of course,” she added hurriedly, not wishing to offend her new found allies: “I think I would rest easier in my bed knowing that I could be defended quickly. To have Teinamoray snatched from us like that was very disturbing.”
“We can only make them at the equinoxes, when travel thaums are the strongest. Do you have a megalith nearby?”
“There’s the Callanish stone circle further north, but that’s some seven leagues hence. We have a vertical stone on the top of Cnocgeal up there.” Siobhan pointed: “Not sure how old it is. Why do you need to know?”
“Those kinds of ancient monuments indicate ley lines that join them together. Our theory is that travel thaums are akin to them but their courses run closely parallel.”
Astoria had been listening in via the mind-warp: *Probes can ascertain whether it’s a true megalith. Shall I ask him to come over? *
D: *Yes please, Tor. *
Putting off their intended departure; Draco and Harry told to Siobhan and Rory about their mental links and that Probert would be coming over. Just before lunch he arrived and so had a meal with them before they climbed the hill.
After allowing their meal to settle they decided that walking would be best because there were a number of muggle crofters around. Some of them hailed Siobhan and, when they did so, she introduced the company as palaeontologists who were interested in old stones. One of the muggles told them a story about a ghost whereas another told them of all the places it was possible to see from the top. It was a hard scramble to reach the low summit and Siobhan showed them some of the places that the muggle crofter had spoken of.
When they were sure they had no audience, not too difficult, Probert ensured his fire-staff was thoroughly in contact with the megalith, and concentrated. Draco and Harry noticed a dull red effulgence occurring in the stone, but when they quietly remarked on it, none of the other magicals could see it.
“I sense three connections. One going south and connecting the fortress and Laggen Lodge. Another is from Callanish to an occluded island out in the ocean.” He looked puzzled: “Could that be Azkaban, I get the feeling of great sorrow and frustration from it.”
He pointed and the two Blakes agreed that that was the general direction.
“The other is the one we want, the Hogwarts dolmen is the next pointer followed by a couple more standing stones, St Palladio’s Well and then the Cloch stone near Inverbervie and then the line goes out to sea but feels quite strong, as though it’s connected to a number of important pointers on the continent.” Probert stopped concentrating and the dull red effulgence died out slowly.
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Just over a week and it was Beltane, Astoria and Ginevra made the portal. The ward team came in and enhanced the croft’s wards up to cottage standards. The following Monday had Harry taking Rory to WWW where Lee sold him a pair of cabinets. Back at the croft one was installed. Leaving Draco at the croft, Harry and Rory went to the Cabin when the tide was correct and installed the other cabinet there. Being within the safe linking period after the equinox, Harry and Draco pronounced the charm simultaneously and the cabinet link was made. Because the cabinets had been installed a few days after the portal they did not convert.
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Within a few months a number of the Hebridean mages had also been vetted and joined their cabinets into Siobhan’s system. So The Blakes concentrated hard, one evening and converted the portal into a postern. They moved the Hogwarts end of the link into the room where the Orkney and Milkwood posterns were. It seemed that once the channel had been connected, only a few thaums were needed to convert a Portal into a Postern and move it; so it was not as debilitating as they had expected.
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As during the previous year's solstice-season, Draco and Harry did extra duty shifts so that their mates could have summer holidays with their children who were as school.
“After all,” Astoria remarked when Draco grumbled: “They don’t object when you have time off at the equinoxes.”
That was a sentiment that Harry agreed with entirely: “Sometimes I think we get the best weather, too.”
However, they managed to sneak a couple of days away from home at the beginning of September. Draco wanted to check that Rory had certain plants on Teinamoray, Astoria was interested too. It became a combined expedition. Whilst the two plant enthusiasts bothered Rory the other two visited Callanish. Under Ginevra’s tutelage, Harry and she did some experiments using the magic-seeing and aura-sensing abilities. Their work raised many questions which would need more research into some of the obtuse tomes in the Duindhu Library.
Experimenting and cataloguing over, the quartet lounged in the sun on the pristine white sands. There was no-one around so enhancing over-all tans were the goal. They did some, but were soon enticed away whilst swimming. It seems that the mer-people who normally inhabited the Scilly Islands were also on a northern vacation. At least, this time, it was one on one and not the orgy of the previous encounter. Still … It was very enjoyable and kept their twenty-seven-week schedule intact.
~~~ MEETING ~~~
Towards the end of August, Barnstable Bogrod was called to a special meeting of the Goblin Gynulliad. To this he summoned, Porlock, Hubert, Hortulanus, Hamish, Gallus, Gabriellus, Dardanellus and Bertie [his grandson]. They were overawed at to be invited to such an august assembly containing all the Hierophants of Europe. It was quite intimidating because the assembled hierophants sat behind a richly caparisoned table and peered down at them from a high platform.
“We hear that you have been working with mages, elves and muggles; tell us why?” one of the stern-looking autocrats demanded harshly.
Hamish was the one who plucked up enough courage to reply: “Yes Magister, we have. The British Wizengamot offered us places as seneschals. And I was asked personally by the British Minister to become one. It was an offer made under the Potter code. That code has an agenda which says that all Magicals are equal in the sight of the law.”
“They also offered us two more places in their governing body,” added Barnstable: “Commensurate with the ratio of Goblins to mages. My grandson was elected by our council as one of the others.”
The stern Magister was not to be deterred, however: “I understand that Goblin Holderness is also teaching mages and elves as well as other teenage goblins.”
Hortulanus picked up courage: “As I am, Magister. Horticulture is my subject.”
“Horticulture!” The hierophant looked and sounded scandalised: “That is not a subject any self-respecting goblin should even be dabbling in.”
Hortulanus steeled his eyes and his heart: “Nevertheless, that is the subject at which I am a master, and I have been certified as proficient by the examiners from the World Gynulliad, Magister.”
“I had not heard of it. It seems out of order. Why teach others our skills anyway? We get nothing out of it.”
“We have gained much, Magister,” put in Gabriellus: “A muggle consortium was opencast quarrying close to our mining academy. In fact, they breached at least one of our adits. It looked as though the British Mining Academy would have to close. However, Harry Potter and his Dumbledorians ousted the Seignior, Lucius Malfoy, and his satraps from a very acceptable mining complex in Wales.”
Here he was interrupted by another Magister: “You remember the debate we had two years ago, after he had taken and roasted some of our miners because they would not give up their gold. This Harry Potter is on our side against such horrendous treatment and some of his companions have warded that particular mine, so that it cannot happen again.”
Another Magister piped up: “We have mines in other places which require the same standard of warding. Note that we did not request that original warding, nor did they bill us for doing so. It was under this Potter Code that wishes for all magicals to co-operate and defend each other.”
“As I was saying, Magisters,” Gabriellus continued: “This mining complex is far superior to any we have had before and, as the honourable Magister has said, it is warded from attack by the latest of protectors. With their encouragement we relocated our mining academy there. The wards are regularly updated by their warding group in which one of our kind is employed as well as an elf and a mage. The wards are of mixed magic and therefore much stronger than any thaumic race can produce on their own.”
Dardanellus spoke up: “At Godric’s Hollow, where we now live, we were offered a mine to work, one that produces a variety of minerals plus nodules of elphinite, and we all know how rare and valuable those are. The Dumbledorian mages are genuine in their beliefs and practice of equality. There are members now from all the major magical races, including a few charmed muggles. In that mixed community we all live in harmony, each supplying of his or her talents and receiving back in kind from others’ talents. They also have offered two goblinesses supervision of a railway, partly in the open and partly underground.”
“So … Are you saying that we should trust them? After all these years of enmity.”
“The Dumbledorians, led by their four seers, yes. They do not withhold secrets from us and we are worried that we have done so far. They have a special form of travel which we are privileged to have use of. It is instantaneous and thaumic. There are two levels, one for general use between certain public places and one for Dumbledorian use with a much wider range. Just remember that some of us are included in that society, along with some elves and a few trusted muggles. It is the Potter Code worked out in practical terms. We do not feel like second class citizens when we are with them, we are equally valued for our skills in the same way that we equally value theirs.”
“It seems, Barnstable; that we should respond to this open-handedness,” The dour Magister said: “Although it pains me to think that we should share any of our secrets with all the mages after so many hundreds of years of conflict and suspicion.”
“Remember, Magisters;” another autocrat put in: “That it is with the Dumbledorian mages, elves and muggles that we share, not with the general run of magicals. That does preserve our domain, but also allows us to be more open. If this experiment works, then we might well feel that we can extend the knowledge of our environment further. Don’t forget that we have domains which are vulnerable to the Seignior’s nefarious purposes.”
“Do I take it, goblin Holderness; that they have a code of secrecy?”
“We Dumbledorians have an especial thaumic scarab that only allows us access to the travel system and the various domiciles it connects. We do not reveal these secrets to all and sundry. In fact, revealing just the possibility to your august body, pains me.”
“Is it physical pain?”
“No, Magister. Nor is it thaumic. It is my conscience that is active. In a way I regard this assembly as part of my family, as we have been taught, and there are certain family members of Dumbledorian directors who also have that knowledge extended to them. So that eases my conscience slightly.”
“Very proper, that. Family ties and responsibilities are extremely important in our culture and so, it seems, in theirs, too.” The stern-faced Magister looked around his colleagues: “I feel moved to support your proposal, Barnstable; how about the rest of my colleagues?”
The visitors had to answer various other questions, but the mood had changed from adversarial to co-operative. As Gabriellus was regarded as the most senior in their party, he was charged with revealing the secrets as and when he thought appropriate. The visitors were thanked for their attendance and went back to Godric’s Hollow. However, Gabriellus stayed behind to receive further instructions.
~~~ REVELATION ~~~
“Hi, Gabby; nice to see you all back. I hope you didn’t get into a lot of trouble. You all looked really worried when you went off.”
Hamish chuckled: “We felt like we were naughty schoolboys again, Harry. However, things improved towards the end of the meeting. The assembled Hierophants can be extremely daunting. A bit like being on trial before the whole Wizengamot, with them peering down at us from a great height. At least the Wizengamot offers the plaintiff a seat, even if it has chains on it.”
“I agree with Hamish,” averred Gabriellus: “However some good things came out of the uncomfortableness. Harry, Draco, Tor and Ginny I have goblin secrets to show you. Please accompany me to Potboy Quarry.”
“Do you want us to go underground, Gabby?”
“Yes that is part of it. Why do you ask, Ginny?”
“I’d rather not spend too much time in those enclosed spaces, if you don’t mind. You know that we seers communicate mentally, don’t you?”
“Yes. I can see where this is going. I am quite happy if you tune into their perceptions, if that makes you less unquiet.”
“Thanks. I think it’s something to do with me being pregnant again and, of course, having been buried on Catlin’s isle where I conceived first time.”
That statement caused a flurry of congratulations, because the baby-bulge was not yet apparent.
The other three went, via the train, to the quarry. There they entered one of the goblin adits. It terminated in front of a cabinet-like container.
Gabriellus opened the door: “Please enter?” Once they were all inside, he closed the door and it began to descend.
“So this is a lift?”
“Yes Draco. Not worked by magic but by hydraulics. As you may know, there is an excess of water in most mines. So we put it to good use.”
It took about three minutes to descend. It was obviously some distance because the party could feel earth’s inner heat warming them when they exited. Before them was a triangular cavern. From each of its apexes there was a curved semi-transparent tube travelling to another apex. However, the ends of this curved tube could be elevated or lowered to connect with the mouths of two tubular endings apparent, one above another, in the apexes. Within two of the tubes were cigar shaped vehicles. Their cross section was circular. A flap-door in one of the tubes was lifted up and an equivalent door in the vehicle was open for them to enter. From the open tube wisps of steam curled into the warm atmosphere.
“That’s and interesting carriage,” remarked Harry: “I imagine it has a proper name, Draco?”
His lover shrugged: “Not within my ken, sorry!”
“It’s called a phaeton after the fast, racy horse-carriages of the Victorian age. In fact, our phaetons go much faster than any of the modern muggle machines, but they’re not as fast as your portals. However, they do have thaumic controls.”
Draco looked intrigued: “So are you saying that these … err … phaetons are forerunners of the cabinets? Exactly, to where does it lead?”
“Hardly forerunners, Draco. Shall we say greatly accelerated carts? As to the other question, I do know that we have one connection across the English Channel. Looking at a map our routes seem to take a zigzag direction. Sometimes, we have to change phaetons, usually at a meeting-place. Not that there are many.”
Draco looked at the interior. It had seating all-round the edges facing inwards, thirteen in all. On either side of the door were full-height cupboards, situated opposite them were three seats. Five seats fitted into each curved end of the vehicle.
Gabriellus sat in the seat opposite the door, in between two slender pillars with controls on them. He caused the door to close and at the same time the tube flap-door sealed itself. A couple more controls were operated causing a hissing noise. The vehicle started to accelerate.
“How does it work?” asked Harry.
“Relatively simply,” replied Gabriellus. The two cupboards contain charged cylinders one of steam and one of water. We boil water using the earth’s natural heat. The resultant steam inhabits the tubes, kept live by the heat of the earth. Our spray of water condenses the steam in front of us causing a partial vacuum, which draws us forward. We release pressured steam behind us to compensate and that tends to push us in the same direction. Controlling the amounts carefully gives us a smooth ride and deceleration. The phaeton we are in is insulated from the heat, as are the way-stations.”
As they moved Gabriellus demonstrated the controls, but within seven minutes the phaeton was stationary.
“Where are we now?”
“Somewhere beneath Myddlegarth Hall, I think. This is a change station. We’re going south so we need this phaeton.”
In just under quarter of an hour they arrived at another change -station.
“This is beneath Stouten Hall. We need to change again.”
They changed and Gabriellus started: “The Goblin Gynulliad asks a favour of you. That you reinstate Zacharias Smith into the Dumbledorians.”
Draco scowled: “The reason he was dropped was because he wasn’t and active member.”
“He acted in a cowardly way when Voldie attacked Hogwarts,” added Harry.
“That was not really his fault. You see he accidently learned about the phaetons when at his father’s house. In order to preserve our secret, the Hierophants laid a terrible curse on him. It was to come in force if ever he divulged what he had seen. I must say, having read the curse, it was definitely over the top. He would have died in a horribly excruciating way, staring with his genitals and working slowly outwards. With that hanging over him he had to be very careful not to get into any kind of situation where he might be forced to tell.”
Draco grimaced: “Yes I’ve seen such curses come into effect whilst attending Voldie’s court. I shudder in remembrance.”
Harry looked calculatingly: “Um … So if he re-joins the Dumbledorians he will have the curse lifted, will he?”
“Yes, that was the general idea.”
A further change after quarter of an hour had them at a way-station and ascending via the hydraulic lift. Three minutes later they opened a door and found that they were at The Forge.
A very diffident Zacharias met them: “Are you under the curse as well?”
“No need to worry Zac,” Astoria soothed: “We are not under the curse; neither will you be once you re-join the Dumbledorians. You see the Goblins have voluntarily decided to let us into the secret. That is, just our society members and their close families.”
Harry had his eyes closed and watched the seething mass of indigo curse-thaums start to leak away from Zacharias. Having greeted Papa Smith and had imbibed the offered refreshments; the party continued their journey with the addition of a now very bubbly Zacharias. Eleven minutes later they were at Glaswelltdy and took the portals back to the cottage. The Dumbledorian Cabinet met briefly and reinstated Zacharias’s membership.
Thereafter the next months were uneventful.
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Lee and George had a chat with the Blakes. Telling them of increased orders for private pairs of cabinets. So at Samhain, instead of creating a new portal, the seers charmed a number of sets of cabinets.
Christmas had James full of questions, the two babies walking and in to everything. It also had Ginevra and Hermione showing their bumps off.
Sure enough, a daughter, Lilly Potter-Blake was born on Friday 25^th January. Two days later Hermione obliged on Sunday 27^th, birthing a lovely boy – Hugo. Thus completing the week of birthdays being celebrated.
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