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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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“x-x” = speech & ‘x-x’ = thoughts & *x-x* = telepathy & #x-x# Parseltongue]
(some allusions to sexual torture)
~~~ THE ISLAND ~~~
~ SATURDAY 12^TH MAY ~
Gunnhilder had arranged for the lighthouse’s living room fire to be connected to the Scandinavian floo network so, after breakfast, Harry used it to ask the Ward-masters to attend. Probert said he would contact the others and port/apparate to Väderöbod for lunch.
“You do remember the way to Kaiser Wilhelm, don’t you?”
“No … Where’s that?”
“In the centre of Berlin … Never mind that. Go and see Proclus he’ll show you how to get into the Nordic ministry. They’ll give you a guide and you can apparate here from Oslo.
Meanwhile, once it was light enough, the seers went out in the boat to further investigate the edges of the wards. It was Ginevra’s and Astoria’s third turn in the water, and they were at the tail end, so to speak, accompanied by the shoal of merpeople. Harry and Draco were warming themselves in the small cabin after their swim. Suddenly the two females shot to the surface.
“We think it’s a female because it appears to be laying eggs, Draco.”
“Go on! You’re kidding, aren’t you?”
“Not quite, the merpeople say that normally fish lay roe and these egg-like things are about where the roe would appear if it were alive. It’s obviously trying to mimic a flat fish, but why is it emitting eggs?”
“Perhaps we had better bring an egg to the surface and have a look at it.”
“They’re big enough for one of us to fit inside, so will you come and help us, please?”
Harry grimaced as he donned his cold, damp wet suit and then went over the side with a grim-faced Draco to join the girls and the merpeople. Once underwater the wizards discovered that the two witches had uncovered the tail like structure and also a number of man-sized, slightly-flexible globules which were laid in an arc half buried in the sand. Not risking any form of magic that near the wards, the merpeople had been scooping the sand out and fanning it away with their tails. The problem was that the sand slowly flowed back into the craters almost as soon as it was taken out. With four seers adding to the party and working at it, it took quarter of an hour to fully expose the furthermost egg. In a slight flurry of sand it started to rise from its resting place and gently float towards the surface. The seers accompanied the rising ovoid; steering it to the far side of the boat.
On reaching the surface the two fishermen made a net ready, which was towed underneath the spheroid by Harry and Draco. Then all the seers climbed aboard and, with a push from their aquatic friends, helped to haul their unusual catch aboard. Once it was shipped the crew drew in their fishing tackle and set off for Väderöbod. On the way the seers noted that the container’s shell was losing its rubberiness and hardening into something brittle.
Back at Väderöbod the ward-masters had arrived and were very interested in the landed catch. Probert took some preliminary sampling charms.
“It appears to have a preservative set of wards, Harry.”
“Eggshell like, it appears to be,” added Gottfried, tapping the outside.
“I vote we have lunch first and then examine it further.”
“GOOD IDEA!”
Over lunch they discussed their ideas about the peculiar wards and supplied the ward-masters with the stasis box encased information so far gleaned, describing in detail the more baffling ones, which the new team promised to analyse. After an hour’s semi-relaxation, they returned to the egg outside. When they arrived, they saw several cracks in its surface and heard knocking sounds from within.
“I think it’s hatching,” said Astoria, preparing a shield.
The other mages followed suit.
There was a minor explosion and a piece of shell flew outwards.
The mages all thought of suitable containment and petrifying charms and pointed their wands/fingers at the hole.
A tousled shock of dark brown hair appeared followed by a puzzled human face, which gaped in horror at the circle of wands surrounding it. He was naked.
“Var er jag?” it demanded, tremulously.
“Pá Väderöbod,” Olaf replied, then the seers got him touch their Saints: “Who are you?”
“Fredrik Holstein. Who are you? Isn’t Väderöbod the lighthouse near our school?”
Olaf introduced the various seers and gave Fredrik a brief outline of why they were there. Fredrik nodded to each person, but Draco sensed he was not taking the information in.
“Very interesting. Have you any clothes please; my school uniform seems to have disappeared? Then perhaps you could help me out of this container.”
Pop: Robbie appeared with one of Harry’s bathrobes: “Hear you are Master.”
“Thanks!” Fredrik put the robe on and was helped to scramble out of the rapidly disintegrating shell. The party went inside, Draco leading. As Harry was towards the back Fredrik restrained him gently.
“Can you trust that blond wizard you’re with?” he asked.
“With my life, Fredrik, why do you ask?”
“Well … he looks like a younger version of the leader of the people who incarcerated us.”
“It’s quite possible because that’s his son. But I can assure he definitely is on the side of the light. He’s my partner, with those two witches we make up a foursome of seers.”
“Oh! Sorry … I’ve learned to be very careful recently … Come to think of it; I heard of some Magicals like that in England … Oh no … You aren’t … Are you?” Fredrick lifted Harry’s fringe: “Mr Harry Potter … I say … I honoured to meet you Sir. Have you come to help us get rid of that thing out there? Honestly I didn’t mean to invade your personal space.”
Harry chuckled: “Please stop worrying, I’m not about to hex you; although I might just be tempted if you go on grovelling.” He turned to his fellows: “Fred has just realised who we are, Guys, and he’s just confirmed that Lucy’s on the Island, too.”
Whilst Robbie found Fredrick some food, he and Olaf had to have Lucy’s and Voldie’s nicknames explained to them before they all got down to business.
Harry asked Frederick how he became trapped in the egg.
“No idea, however, I’m sixteen years old and dark haired, as you all can see … Erm … Lucy inspected all of the school … we had to strip off and were paraded around his gang, all of whom had fair hair. He reserved all of those students with fair hair and gave us remaining few to his followers to play with. They weren’t gentle nor were they prudish; much of the play was sexual in nature, we were given libido-enhancing potions and were not able to refuse their advances. Speaking for myself, the drugs made me feel very randy.” Here Fredrick blushed and looked down at his feet.
“So, you co-operated in your own multiple rape, did you?” Draco put a comradely hand round Fredrik’s shoulders. “I know that potion and what it does to you; you have no need to feel ashamed, it happened to me quite a few times too. It’s one of the many reasons I turned to the light.” Draco fished out a hanky and gave it to Fredrik.
Fredrick sniffed, dabbed his eyes and blew his nose.
“What happened to the others?” Harry asked: “The ones you said Lucy reserved.”
“We were kept is separate compounds. That is the professors, and us and the blondies. I heard that the Profs were kept underground, but I didn’t see any of them. Lucy was after our young flesh; we were played with whilst the blondies were made to take turns to be attached to the feelers.”
“Feelers?”
“Yes, Harry. Erm … There was this big pulsating sac attached to the underside of the ward-dome, it seemed to be alive and it had a score or so tentacles hanging down from it. I suppose the blondies were given the same sort of potion we were, because they seemed to be compliant. Lucy wouldn’t let his followers play with them – something about racial purity, I think.”
“We know about his twisted ideas on pure-blood sanctity, Fred; tell us more about the feelers, please?” Astoria asked.
“Oh … Okay … Well … They were attached to the boys’ genitalia and plugged into their bums. The girls were plugged in at both ends, so to speak. Merlin, were they hot? I’m no innocent, by any means, but the videos of pole dancers I’ve seen were very tame compared to what my school-friends were doing. We were forced to watch whilst the satraps played with us … Erm … Not that I tried that hard to look away.” Fredrik blushed and looked at his feet again.
“Got that scene, Fred. Now tell us how you got into the shell?” Ginevra said, with a giggle.
“Not quite sure, really. As I said, we were segregated and then put into separate dorms. I know I was sore and drained after the first day, but we were healed’ and the house-elves brought us food and we ate; only to be subjected to the same kinds of abuse the following day after we’d been enervated. This went on for some weeks; we lost count of the days; it was always the same routine. One night I went to sleep. Next thing I knew was waking up naked inside that egg thing.”
“I’ve just thought about something,” said Olaf: “Our Aurors that didn’t return were all blonds … Fred, did you see any twenty plus adults at any time?”
“About half a dozen of them, was it?”
“Yes!”
“They were the worst off, they were kept plugged in all the time. Maybe they were allowed to sleep when we were, but whenever I saw them, they were always pulsing on the floor, centre stage, so to speak … Erm … They were really hot.” Fredrik shuffled his bottom and tried to surreptitiously hide his developing boner.
“Were you allowed to shave, Fred?”
“Yes, they wanted their sex-puppets to look good. We were beaten if we appeared at all dishevelled. That seems an odd question.”
“Not really. Go and look in a mirror and try to estimate how many days’ growth you have on your chin. That’ll give us an idea how long you were incarcerated in the egg.”
“Oh … Right.”
Draco showed Fredrick to the nearest lavatory and came back smiling secretly, Harry felt sexy emanations from his lover.
“Fred’s egg was the furthest one away from that thing’s tail so the others should be all right,” offered Ginevra.
“There were at least a couple of dozen other ones there. It’ll take ages to dig them all out.”
“Shall we set up a magic shield on the side of Väderöbod that faces the Island,” suggested Probert: “Then we can operate normally here; okay?”
He got nods of acceptance.
“If we got a line from there to here, we could ask the merpeople to strap the eggs to a guide on it and they’d glide slowly up to us,” suggested one of the fishermen: “The boat would have to make many trips. And your divers could use the rope to guide themselves to the spot, too.”
“That’s a good idea. If there are any watchers and they saw us return to the same spot time after time, they might get suspicious,” averred Astoria: “Do you think Fred’s all right; he seems to have been gone a long time?”
“I think he’s working off the excess potion, as well,” suggested Harry, with an understanding wink to Draco.
“Oh, right!” Astoria smiled wryly: “Olaf, do you think you could rustle up some divers, please. We cannot leave it all up to the merpeople. They can help in digging out, but they would find it difficult when the eggs become buoyant. It wouldn’t do to have them seen floating on the surface. We’ll go and attach the fishermen’s line near the tail and bring it back to the quay.”
Frederick came back looking sheepish and Draco asked quietly: “Got rid of the urge, have you? I know I had to when I’d been filled with the potion.”
Frederick still looked bashful: “Yes thank you. I reckon I have about a week’s growth on my chin.”
“Very good. Do you wish to return home?”
“No, not really.
“Won’t your parents be worried about you, Fred?”
“I’m more worried about them, Draco.”
“How’s that?”
“They’re both professors and trapped in there, Harry; and I don’t know if they’re alive or not. I think I’d rather hang around and help, if I might. I’m a reasonable diver, and have explored the waters around the Island, during my holidays.”
“Great! You can be our guide. If you don’t mind.”
“I’d like that. I’d feel as though I was helping to free them.”
Olaf returned from his fire-call: “There are six volunteers coming. Unlike our fishy friends we cannot stand the cold, so the recruits will take turns. They’ll apparate over tomorrow morning.”
Kreacher popped in: “We’ve created a tent on the quayside. Its half on land and half in the water. The merfolk were complaining about the air being freezing. We’ve set up some heating charms, so now you can chat to them and be warm. There’s room enough for a couple of eggs too.”
“Thanks, Kreacher! I’ll go and tell them what we plan. Then we’ll rig the line from the tail into the water under the tent. The eggs are slippery enough without getting ice on them.”
“We’ve also miniaturised the parish marquee. We’ll set that up tomorrow morning. We’ll have that warm too. It’ll give the eggs a place to hatch in. Poor master Frederick was shivering when he hatched.” Kreacher popped away.
Zacharias and Monach had expanded Probert’s team. He reported: “We’ve made the ward-shield seers. It was tricky because we had to avoid any thaumic leaks towards the Island. You’re covered now and it includes the tent and the place where the elves want to pitch the marquee. So, all charms are possible. Please don’t accidently hex the shield. We’re going to take the stuff in the stasis boxes and your penseive memories back to our practice area. Then if something blows up it won’t alert Lucy and his minions. We’ll let you know when we have fabricated the anti-curses. Might be an idea to have a shrinking red dome as well. Ours should work better than the one Lucy tried out at Montecristo. Cheerio!”
The Seers filed in the rest of the evening explaining, to the Nordics, about the attack on Montecristo and its subsequent opening as a southern Latin school.
~~~ REVERIE ~~~
In bed that night Draco and Harry discussed what was happening. From being furious over Lucy’s excesses, the conversation moved to being disgusted about the satraps’ treatment of the teenagers and musing what the feelers might be. Somehow, after empathising about Fredrik’s parents’ plight, the attractiveness of his boner crept into the discussion. Especially when Draco reported that he had seen it on full display in the bathroom. Harry was intrigued and, as a result, the detailed description gave two horny thirty-one-year-olds a very satisfying sexual mutual encounter.
~~~ SUNDAY 13TH MAY ~~~
Estéban was side-alonged by some of the incoming divers who had brought some more Gillyweed. His reading during the morning service was about Jonah and the whale; which amused the attending mages greatly. Afterwards Estéban stayed for breakfast and he was side-alonged back with the first batch of survivors to be released at lunch time. Apart from having been frequently sexually abused and worried about what their parents would say, the dark-haired students were in reasonable health. Some were still under a slight thrall of the drugs they had been given. Olaf arranged for those affected students to inhabit one of the bunkhouses until the effects had been purged by whatever means the students chose.
The house-elves ran a buffet for the divers and the rescued; as well as providing robes to hide their modesty. About a third of the students had been rescued by the time darkness descended, half of those stayed in the bunkhouse working their feelings off. The other half were repatriated to their worried families. Before Estéban left he said he would contact the other priests and have each survivor anointed, as John had done to Harry after the attack on the cottage.
The merfolk reported that the tail of the fish-ward had moved in a widdershins direction as it had deposited some more eggs.
~~~ WEEK OF MONDAY 14TH MAY ~~~
The Ward team was having a difficult time and had brought Imelda and a couple of dwarves into their deliberations.
The seers continued their surveys, taking two days out to attend to their teaching duties because, until the ward bursting dome was ready, no real action could take place.
The divers and merfolk recovered the already laid eggs and, by Friday, were now transporting them away as they appeared. One gratifying and also slightly worrying occurrence was manifesting itself. Worrying, because some female fair-haired youngsters were being ejected. Gratifying, because they were the youngest ones, but equally harrowing as they would need the most counselling to recover from Lucy’s depraved treatment of them.
By Friday evening Harry was in a state. He had seen so many soiled innocents in their shocked and injured state, that he was blaming himself for not being able to rescue the ones still left. Draco tried to comfort him but was almost as badly affected as his lover. The female seers were little better. They tried to take their minds off things by undertaking their usual pastime, but after the first hand of bridge Harry blew up. Called by Olaf, Ernie apparated in and gave all four seers some calming potions to ensure that they went to bed to sleep things off.
“When the time comes,” he said: “You’ll need all your wits about you. So, rest up meantime.”
Because the potion had already taken effect, Robbie and Bobby levitated their semi-awake masters into the bedroom. The same service was carried out to the female seers by their personal-elves.
~~~ SATURDAY 19TH MAY ~~~
The Seers woke late, but with a renewed determination. They apparated to Oslo and then used the Portals to the Tabernacle; taking with them as much material as possible.
“Hello Sages, how are things going? I presume you want me to search the records for something about Helltröllstimø.”
“Yes please, Ivanova …”
There followed a seemingly long and exhaustive question and answer session with Ivanova tapping her keys. Igor’s lunch came and went without the participators taking much notice.
About teatime Ivanova heaved a sigh: “The globule is a Succtopus, Seers!”
“Great … Tell us about it and how to defeat it without killing those innocents inside,” Harry urged.
“It’s a near relative of the Kraken. Some people think it is the Kraken’s female consort. There are very few references I’m afraid, all to do with the Bermuda Triangle and the Sargasso Sea. Survivors of the Kraken’s wreaking bouts, who were not eaten by sharks, hauled out into an unplottable place inside the Bermuda Triangle. There is or was some kind of community there ruled by whatever war-lord was in power. One of the punishments for transgressing the tyrant’s arbitrary rules was to be given to the Succtopus. The punishment was sexual and eventually led to the death of the captive. Descriptions are on a par with the dementors and their sucking out of souls; only it was the male sperm and female ovules that were removed. I suspect that the young female survivors ejected via the eggs were too young to ovulate yet, but it is only a surmise.”
“So, what does it do with the sperm and eggs?” asked Ginevra
“Not too sure … Just one witness suggests that they are altered magically and form embryo krakens and succtopii. No one knows the gestation period, but I suspect that along with elephants and whales it will be over a year. Other witnesses assume a master race of superhuman fishes able to move on land is the result.”
“Merlin … Magical amphibian monsters ruling the world … Worse than Voldie.” Draco grimaced and shuddered melodramatically.
“Let’s therefore assume the human nine months, shall we, to be on the safe side?” suggested Astoria.
“Very well! Let’s suppose that the Island was taken over on the first of January, which gives us a birth date of October sometime.” Draco was in a calculating mood; telling off points on his fingers: “So a completion date of Samhain would be the longest we dare risk it … I suppose we’re all in agreement that this thing or things have to be aborted, whatever kind of offspring are to emerge.”
“YES.”
“Will the human donors last that length of time?” asked Ivanova.
“Ernie and Lavender seemed to think that the ones we rescued were in no danger of expiring,” Astoria informed them.
“Yes … But they weren’t being sucked dry all the time,” observed Harry.
“If I remember rightly, Fred said there was a rota system, so some thought was being given to preserving the young donors and they were being fed,” tempered Draco.
“So, it’s the six Scandinavian Aurors we have to worry about, then,” stated Ginevra.
“Seems so … Harry, how long did you last in Istanbul?”
“A couple of hours before we were tired out; however, don’t forget we were not willing participants and expended a lot of energy trying to avoid being manhandled. Fenton reported that the willing ones in the brothel lasted five years and then went back to their farms.”
“Yes … Well … How do we defeat it, Ivanova?” Draco looked dubious.
“Not much to go on I’m afraid. However, that kind of dome is akin to the one at Cerroverde with a nub inside. One of the witnesses seems to say that the Succtopus has a fish-shaped mantle which it spreads over its victims before consuming them; so, the nub could well be located inside the Succtopus’s body. Also, some are the usual dome-like ones with thaum-anchors. Therefore, someone has to undo the wards from inside as well as using a red dome to crush the others. Don’t forget that if the Succtopus is separate from the wards it will have to be defeated as well. They are immensely powerful both physically and magically. According to the scant records, they respond, when attacked, by killing those attached to them.” Here Ivanova went very pale: “Merlin Sages … It’s a terrible death … Their genitalia are ripped from their bodies.” The Regulator retched and ran out of the room.
Once Ivanova and the Sages had recovered; there followed a long discussion, with various ideas posited and models made, many being rejected. Merlin and the other Guardians came by and stayed for many non-hours giving the Sages some ideas too. Draco noticed the filmy nature of the Guardians and remarked upon it after they had left.
“I expect that they are gradually fading out of this realm and passing into the ancestral one,” remarked Astoria: “After all, they came to visit us in that realm when we chatted to our ancestors.”
Ivanova said that that was what had happened to the previous Guardians; which prompted another discussion about how old, in earthly terms, she and Igor were. The Sages were astonished at her recall of long-ago historical events. At least what the then current guardians had told her. She had definitely been alive when the Roman Emperors came into being; but was a little hazy about Darius’s empire. By living in a continual Tasmo neither of the elves had aged to any great extent.
The Sages being in a Tasmo no real time had passed outside, so the group were able to relax and carry out their experiments without having to rush. During that period the inmates went to bed three times before an agreed plan of attack was created. To begin with, Draco was to buy ingredients from Blaise and Gilda, Ginevra was to talk to the rescued females, Astoria was to ask Gunnhilder for four fair haired Scandinavian Aurors, and then explain what the task entailed. Harry was to liaise with the Ward team about the knowledge Ivanova had supplied. He took with him three enormous tomes which he was to allude to having been hidden in the Grunrasenhof’s library. Ivanova was to make copies of those tomes, distressing them to look old and have them ready for when Harry returned so he could place them in an obscure place in the Viennese Mansion’s annals; thus upholding the terminological inexactitude they had employed, but keeping the originals in the Tabernacle.
Once the planning was over, Igor managed to take their mind off things by producing a special early-birthday cake for Draco. When cut a number of sprites sprang out and danced to the tune of the ‘Sugar Plum Fairy’ one of Draco’s favourite pieces from ‘Nutcracker’.
~~~WEEK FOLLOWING SUNDAY 27TH MAY ~~~
Draco used the bought ingredients to brew the necessary potions and they had to prove. The Ward-team had to research the spells to add to the red dome. This all took time. That time was also used for the seers to parent their children and, on Harry’s insistence, pour as much love into their offspring as possible, just in case things went horribly wrong.
Olaf brought three volunteers to Chantry Cottage, explaining in passing that he would be the fourth one. A special blessing was invoked on the combined team at Saint Godric’s Sunday Service. Until the various items were ready little could be done. Liaison with newly rescued survivors continued, although there were less and less eggs emerging. The Seers went back to their normal work, each one taking one of the volunteers with them, so that they became acclimatised to the way they each used their magic. Olaf went with Harry. It was a team building exercise and a learning curve for the volunteers. Plus, it kept their minds occupied away from what they would have to do.
~~~SUNDAY 3RD JUNE ~~~
he team went to Montecristo to attend a dedicatory mass and then relax; porting/apparating to Väderöbod in the early evening prior to starting the harrowing rescue task on Monday.
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