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[“words” = speech & ‘words’ = thoughts & *words* = telepathy & #words# Parseltongue]
WATER SPORTS
~~~ NEW YEAR 2013 ~~~
On and off over the last few years, Seamus and Dean had been experimenting with the electrical supply, alongside Michael Miller. Quite some time ago they had managed to stop the thaums and electrons from interfering with each other; with the result that all the magical premises in Godric’s Hollow had electric lighting. Radios could either be worked magically or electrically as had previously been the case. However, if a mage was present in a muggle house, they interfered with the muggle family’s reception. For television, only the electrical one worked. Children from any background could enjoy it, but as soon as magicals’ children started to show their thaumic aptitudes, that scrambled the television pictures. As many magely children had been exposed to television, when they matured; they naturally felt disgruntled when they could no longer participate alongside their muggle friends. Hence the practical mages’ most recent experimentation.
It was Probert who came up with the idea of a ward around the apparatus and together with Griswold developed the theory. It was then tried out, not very successfully at first, but with tweaking and inputs from Dean and Seamus, the system was modified. Basically, it was an intense form of the village wards, not repelling those who had wicked intentions, but inhibiting all thaumic interactions within a tight ball. This sanitised ward-ball was placed around a TV set. This was joined to the communal aerial placed outside the village wards and joined to the various sets by warded cables. It was then not possible to use the remote control, so Griswold made an adaptation which used a warded wire.
Inside the cottage, the four seers decided that they did not want to impose their television set on the L shaped room, so they made some alterations to the study. Effectively dividing it in half by a bookshelf and creating a small viewing room big enough for the immediate family. It did not interfere with anyone in the study because they could erect a silence barrier if necessary. It also meant that one of the adults, whilst ostensibly reading in the study, could unobtrusively check that the children were not viewing unsuitable programmes.
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The second week in January Draco and Harry were sharing a coffee with Dean and Seamus and chatting about things inconsequential:
“Last Saturday we saw a TV programme you might be interested in,” said Dean: “We were.”
“What’s it about?”
“Diving!”
“Not that interested, really.”
“It’s not the diving that would interest you.”
“Stop being mysterious and spill the beans.”
“There’s this young trainer-guy who wears skimpy speedos,” Dean remarked, making hand gestures: “Very presentable, nice package too! Executes some really cool dives. With that velocity, we kept on thinking he’d lose his trunks!”
“Think we saw some inadvertent bum once,” added Seamus: “We’re almost sure he waggles his tush at the camera sometimes.”
“Fine … We’ll come and watch it at your house. Then we can make suitable remarks, without having to make explanations to the kids.”
“Seamus got a hard-on watching last time. So, a kid-free atmosphere would be welcome.”
Thus, the following Saturday, seven people crowded into Dean’s and Seamus’s front room. The four gay wizards had added the three gay Yates to the company. They all agreed that the young man was very presentable and avidly watched him perform in and out of the water. Shall we say, that and amount of unfettered ribaldry was engaged in, especially when his considerable package was visible. It’s surprising what wet cloth can reveal sometimes, especially to people with their interests. For the next few weeks, Saturday nights at Humblebee Cottage was a must in Harry’s and Draco’s Diaries.
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Mid February, Harry received a floo call from Kingsley: “We need your help again, Harry.”
Harry smiled wryly: “Lost another celebrity; have you?”
“Exactly. Disappeared from inside his dressing room. Muggle police are mystified. They thought that maybe we could help. Then this television company got a ransom note. Demanding gold for the young man’s release. He’s supposed to be in a show on Saturday next. Quite a substantial amount is being demanded too.”
“Can I guess, its Tom … forgot his last name … a very handsome diver?”
“Mmm … Got it right first time … Then there are suspicions he belongs to your club, if you see what I mean.”
Harry chuckled: “So the Special Constables Blake are suitable on more than one count, I suppose?”
“Exactly! Here are the co-ordinates of a warded hut in Luton and your identifications for the muggle police.” Kingsley handed a package through the flames and then went into more details.
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Ten minutes later Harry breezed into Draco’s private lab at the cottage: “Doing anything urgent, Dray?”
“Nothing that cannot be left for a few days, why?”
“Fancy seeing what Tom has inside his speedos?”
“What? That diver-type? You’re joshing me, of course … … No?”
“No! Kingsley thinks the satraps may have abducted him for a ransom. Disappeared without trace from inside his dressing room.”
“Same modus operandi as Leo then! Very well, let’s go!”
Draco collected a few potion vials and joined Harry in the study. Harry threw the powder into the fire, said the coordinates, and the two Blakes stepped through into someone’s garden hut. As well as being equipped with gardening tools it resembled a small study, with an easy chair and a small table plus a couple of shelves full of books.
Opening the door cautiously, they wandered put into someone’s back garden. There was no-one around and, adjacent to the hut, under the trees, there was a gate in the solid wooden fence. Carefully opening that revealed a vast space of mown grass containing a new sports centre, which was not too far away. Studying their instructions informed them that this building to be the one they wanted. So, off the Blakes went.
In the car park, in amongst the bustle around some TV vans, was a man sitting in a car with the registration number in their instructions. They approached him enquiring where they were to go.
“Didn’t see your car arrive.”
“We used public transport,” Harry lied convincingly. [After all, he was Draco-taught and coached.]
“Good idea. We don’t want to draw anyone’s attention to the fact that the authorities are involved.” He got out and led them inside. Only then did he look at their accreditation. He told them the room number and pointing down a corridor, left them to it. They knocked on the door and it was opened by a familiar face.
“Oh! It’s you two again.” The agent was one of the same ones that had met Harry and Draco the last time: “You didn’t beam in this time.”
D: *What does he mean, Harry?*
H: *Reference to a muggle TV programme about spaceships. Roughly equivalent to apparition.* “No, public transport, to look like punters.”
“Variety of options. Good practice. We approve. Going to get your probes out this time?”
“We had thought to.”
“How did the last operation go?”
“Found him and restored him. The abduction was political, we think. This one seems to be about money.”
“Bloke must be feeling cold. Left all his clothes behind, see.” The agent indicated a pile of folded clothes on a chair.
Draco and Harry glamoured their wands and waved them over Tom’s clothes.
D: *Got his signature. Muggles are more difficult than magicals.*
H: *Here’s the disapparation point … four miles … west-south-west according to the trace.*
D: *I wonder if the satraps know we can trace them.*
H: *Not sure. Could be a trap.*
D: *Let’s overshoot a bit. They might be expecting us to drop short before investigating.*
Draco smiled at the agents: “We’ll be going as we did before. Goodbye,” and offered his hand.
“Goodbye,” the agent smirked: “At least we know the correct wording for what you did.”
The two Blake mages disapparated.
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Fairly quickly, after landing, their search found a warded area.
H: *Hello Astoria, are you with Kingsley?*
A: *Yes and he’s got his computer display up.*
D: *We’ve found a warded area, here are the co-ordinates.*
A: *Got them … … … Oh! Very swanky. Got their own private swimming pool too; much bigger than ours. Muggle owners in America attending a conference for a week. Staff taking holidays with relations. Electronic surveillance devices don’t appear to have been tampered with.*
H: *Thanks. We’re going to try Draco’s new ward-melting potion out.*
A: *Good luck.* There was an amount of sarcasm in Astoria’s sending; making Draco grimace.
Draco and Harry resized their brooms, adopted Hendy invisibility, and flew up the dome a few yards. In a place hidden from the house by the tops of the trees Draco sprayed an area in the ward about a yard and a half round. The two Blakes held hands so that Harry could watch thaumically through his closed eyelids.
H: *It’s working, Dray. It’s sort of rolling back and forming a seam.*
D: *Good! That seam makes the ward feel as though it’s still whole. Let me know when it stabilises.*
A couple of minutes passed. H: *It’s no longer moving.*
D: *Guide me through please. We mustn’t touch the sides.*
A minute later they were inside the wards. However, they paused, still invisible, in case they had set off another alarm. No-one came, no-one was visible either; using ocular or thaumic probes.
Carefully they remounted and flew over the extensive gardens towards the house. Landing in a rose arbour they went on recce; still in their Hendy disguise. Within ten minutes they were peering through the glass windows of a conservatory. Well, that is what it appeared to be from the outside. In fact, it was swimming pool surrounded by sub-tropical ornamental vegetation. They heard a splash, not that there was that much water expelled. The swimmer came to the edge and hauled out. It was Tom, totally naked and sprouting a large crimson boner. Having hauled out, he glanced around and then ran off pursued by two drooling satraps. He nimbly scampered up the stairs to the diving board, leaving two puffing satraps slowly climbing after him. Just before they reached him, he executed an almost perfect dive. Indulging in some aerobatics on the way down and cleaving the water neatly.
The next time he emerged, the satraps caught him. Both Blakes developed boners as they watched the debauchment of the prisoner. The satraps seemed too interested in molesting Tom than looking for potential rescuers.
H: *I’m not happy with the set-up, Dray; they appear to be overconfident. Let’s join hands and do a thaumic recce.*
D: *Hmm … Yes … It does seem too easy.*
H: *There’s a thaumic wall surrounding the place. But for the fact we were being cautious we would have touched it.*
D: *I sense more than three minds inside … Hmm … Five, I think How high is the wall, or is it a dome?*
H: *Not too sure. It doesn’t curve-over like a dome though. Let’s mount up and see.*
They used the broomsticks and held hands. As Harry has thought; it was a wall-ward twenty-one feet high. Much easier to construct in haste than a dome-ward. However, it meant that two enterprising mages could fly over the top and access the roof of the building. This had been built in the Victorian-gothic style and had innumerable roofs and towers. There were also balconies and flat areas surrounded by castellated balustrades. A thorough survey enabled them to choose one of the flat areas to use as a landing ground. Even then, Harry still felt suspicious; so they linked hands before they landed.
H: *Just as I suspected. Someone on watch behind a ‘Notice-me-not’ charm.* Harry indicated where the watcher was.
“Stupefy!” & “Silencio!” sang out quietly; one from each Blake.
As he lost consciousness the satrap’s invisibility charm ceased and he became visible. He was not one that Draco recognised.
Still wearing their Hendy invisibility, the Blake pair landed and used the door in the tower to access the interior. They were still cautious; with Draco re-checking his body count.
D: *One behind us, out of it; three in the conservatory; one making tea, at least that’s what their though pattern seems to suggest.*
H: *Fine. Let’s get him first.*
D: *I think it’s a her, Harry.*
H: *Fine. I’m not misogynistic. After all; your Aunt Dirtitrix was a death-eater.*
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It took a little time to find the kitchen, but when found they used the same tactic to silence the second satrap, but not before she had called out: “Tea’s up!”
This kitchen overlooked the conservatory and one of the two other satraps came over to the window to collect two mugs and their accompanying biscuits.
“Our captive doesn’t want any … Oh … are you alright Amy?”
As this satrap came in via the door, he received the same treatment.
D: *Three down, one to go.*
Draco adopted a mimic voice: “Come and get your tea. The mug’s too hot for me to carry both.”
“Right … I’m coming! Now young-un, behave or we’ll have your prick aching again.”
Before the fourth satrap appeared at the door, Harry and Draco had mobilicorpussed the two comatose satraps under the kitchen table, out-of-sight. Thus, the fourth satrap was also immobilised and placed with the others. Harry put some ‘Peruvian instant darkness powder’ under the table, so that the three satraps would not see who their captors were. Having done that the two Blakes removed the Hendy charm and moved towards the conservatory.
“Who are you? I didn’t know more of them were coming.”
Draco used a disguised voice: “Come with us, you’re being moved again. Got any clothes?”
“Only my speedos, and they irritate my cock.”
“Bring ’em with you, please.”
Tom followed the two Blakes into a room, well away from the incarcerated satraps.
D: *Tor! We’ve recued Tom and will fly him invisibly back to near the sports-centre. Unless we’re told differently.*
A: *Got it, Dray. I’ll tell Kingsley … … … Kingsley’s quite happy for you to do that. He also asks that you keep an eye on Tom until he’s actually in the show.*
At the same time:
“We’ve come to rescue you,” explained Harry quietly: “But we’d rather not let your captors know who did it.”
“Okay. But can you do anything about my cock. They’ve done something to it. It stays hard all the time. I thought they were putting something in my tea, that’s why I refused it.”
“You said that it was irritated by your speedos. May I have a look at them?”
Tom handed them over. Draco inspected them, sniffing and even licking a very small patch. He shook his head and handed them to Harry; linking hands at the same time.
Harry closed his eyes and examined the skimpy garment thaumically: “I can’t find anything wrong either.”
“Very good! Now Tom, I think they’ve either given you something to drink, as you suspect; or they’ve bewitched your cock.”
“Bewitched my cock? What do you mean? And how do you know my name?”
“I’ll answer in reverse order. Because we’ve seen you on television in that diving programme. I’m called Draco and my partner is Harry; we are both wizards, just as were the people who captured you. We’ll explain more about that a little later. What I’m going to do is desensitise your prick temporarily with a spray; so that you can, at least, wear your speedos. We checked that they are not bewitched. How did you get here?”
“I’m not too sure. They put me to sleep, I think. But I had a feeling we were flying. I also felt quite sick as thought my belly was being squeezed. Please sort my cock out.”
Draco sprayed the potion around Tom’s pubic area and his prick began to droop, but not before he had splurged an amount of spunk.
Tom heaved a sigh of relief: “That was the problem, I think. For some reason I was unable to cum. I nearly wanked myself sore last night, but nothing emerged. In the end I went to sleep on my back with no sheet-cover. Good thing the house was warm. Now what?” He struggled into his minimal trunks.
“We’re going to get away from here,” explained Harry: “However we don’t want anyone to see us. I’d like you to wear this. Let me show you.” He draped his cloak around himself leaving only his head showing.
Tom gaped and looked alarmed. Draco patted his shoulder comfortingly as he got used to that. Then Harry unwrapped himself, much to Tom’s relief.
“That’s a neat trick!” Tom said admiringly
“We can make ourselves disappear too, but by using a different method. I take it that you would rather not be mobbed by an uncontrolled and adoring public.”
Tom huffed: “It’s happened already. I’ve learned the hard way how to avoid being groped. So, I’m to walk out of here in that cloak of yours, yes?”
“No! We’re going to fly out of here to avoid setting off the alarms. Something like the way they got you here.”
“Mercy! It feels terrible, but I’ll endure it. Have you got any air-sickness pills, please?”
“We’re not using that method, exactly. Let me show you.”
They went up to another flat roof, out of sight of the one with the incarcerated satrap on it. Harry gave a short demonstration of broom-flying; without any acrobatics.
“I don’t know how to do that.”
“I take it you’ve got a good sense of balance?”
“Yes. Otherwise I wouldn’t be any good at diving.”
“Then you’ll ride tandem behind one of us. You’ll have to hold tight because, when we all disappear, you will only have touch to go by. We’ll do a little practice first; but we have to charm you before that, and you’ll need to wear this medallion.”
Tom put the elphinite scarab on and Harry charmed him.
“That sounds like Latin.”
“It’s a form of Latin plus some Brythonic, yes.”
“That’s what they did to my cock. Not those words. Neither did they point at it with a finger. They used a stick.”
“It’d be their wand. As I said earlier; we’re wizards. Proper wizards, not the ordinary prestidigitators you see on television. We’ll explain after we get you away from here. Your captors will be waking up soon, our hexes only last for twenty-seven minutes.”
After a quick trial, Tom chose to ride behind Draco. He was cloaked first and then Draco adopted the Hendy charm, quickly followed by Harry.
“This’s definitely scary.”
“Shush! We don’t want to attract any form of attention.”
“Okay!”
D: *Better not go back to the floo-hut.*
H: *I agree. There’s a copse near the entrance to the sports-building. Let’s try that.*
It took half an hour of flying before they got to the clump of trees. Then they spent five minutes checking that they would not be observed when landing. Once on the ground they became visible again.
“Accio Tom’s clothes from the chair!”
The aforesaid clothes arrived in Harry’s hands and the astonished diver put them on.
“I think we had better mount guard on you, Tom. In case the satraps try to abduct you again.”
“Okay. And you can spend some of that time explaining exactly who you are and why you can do these seemingly miraculous things.”
“No problem, but let’s get you back to your dressing room first.”
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The trio walked nonchalantly out of the trees and towards the sports-centre. As they threaded their way through the TV vans Draco managed a surreptitious thumbs up to the watcher in the car. Inside they met their two secret-service chums.
“We’ve been asked to stay with Tom until he goes live. Okay?”
“Whatever! We’ll take the outside duty just in case.”
“That’s fine with us.”
The two agents left the dressing room and, over a mug of ‘un-doctored’ tea and biscuits the two mages started to explain to a startled diver more about who they were and how they operated; plus a few discreet demonstrations. Somehow Tom cottoned on to the fact that they were a gay pair; but kept strangely quiet about his own orientation. There were various interruptions as Tom was given instructions about his role and the order which the programme would take.
Three hours after their first meeting Tom began to look pained: “It’s happening again,” he remarked: “Your spray’s effectiveness is beginning to wear off.” He squirmed uncomfortably.
“No worries, I have some more, but it won’t last quite as long, because your system gets used to it. I’ve enough to last until the programme is over. After that I think you’d better come with us to where we can research the kind of hex, they put you under.
Draco sprayed and Tom had another ejaculation before his boner subsided. Then he was called out to do the pre-show warm-up.
One of the organisers looked at the two mages: “Erm, the director says that he would like you to be pool-side, just in case. We have two seats arranged just out of camera shot. If you don’t mind coming.”
“Please guys,” Tom pleaded: “I’ll feel safer if you two are around.”
“Can you guarantee we won’t be seen by the cameras?” Harry asked.
“Almost sure, your group might be accidentally panned, but the camera won’t dwell. However, you’re not dressed properly for where you’ll be.”
“Dressed properly?”
“Yes, speedos and towelling robes, to look like life savers. That’d be the best camouflage just in case you’re panned.”
“Give us a minute and we’ll change.”
“Okay. I’ll take Tom first and call back for you.”
While the swimmers were gone the two mages transformed their clothing. They were collected and hidden amongst the life-guard attendants. The attendants thought them extras to make the scene look right, so our two did not disabuse them.
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Two hours later; about halfway through the show, Tom came over: “I think the water’s beginning to wash away your spray Draco. I’ve got five minutes to get changed in during the commercials.”
“Very good we’ll come back to your dressing room.”
Draco sprayed Tom’s half-hard-on and it went down.
“I’ve got a waterproofing charm,” offered Harry: “That’ll stop the spray being dissolved.”
“Thanks!”
Harry performed the charm and, accompanied by his two magely bodyguards, Tom returned to the programme. There was no further incident, the charm and the potion held out well.
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After the programme was over, the director came to see them: “Thanks for rescuing our star diver. Would you mind looking after him until next week until the final has been televised?”
“We intended asking him to come with us. His captors did something to him, which might have become highly embarrassing. We could only offer a temporary cure.”
“What could be more embarrassing than those skimpy trunks he wears? Apart from him losing them completely, that is.”
Draco smirked dirtily: “Something uncontrollable poking out of them?”
The director looked below Tom’s midriff: “It’s big enough as it is. Much as his fans would like to see what’s there, I think the authorities might accuse us of pornographic images. We do send out the show before the TV deadline … Even after the deadline it would hardly be acceptable, either.”
“I’ll go with them; I want to get this thing sorted too. I’m a bit worried about my training schedule though.”
“What does it consist of?”
“A lot of physical exercise and some diving practice.”
“Do you need a lot of equipment for the exercise?”
“A training bike would be good. Most of its personal exercises I can do almost anywhere.”
“Oliver’s got one of those, I’m sure he’d let us borrow it. We have springboards at our pools but not sure about high platforms, I’m afraid.”
“The springboard will do. After all it’s only for a week.”
“You must let us pay for Tom’s keep, and for your services too,” suggested the director.
“That’d be difficult. We don’t charge for our services. You see we work for a specialist educational charity which finds everything for us.”
“That’s no problem. We’ll make a charitable gift to your organisation. If that would be acceptable?”
“Very good. We’ll have our lawyer get in touch. We do tend to work in the background because it’s in a highly sensitive area.”
“Got the idea … Official Secrets Act and all that.”
“Quite!”
“Can we drop you off anywhere? We originally intended taking Tom back to London.”
“That’d be acceptable. If you could drop us off on the Thames Embankment, we can find our way from there.”
“Somewhere near Scotland Yard?”
“Not too far away, yes.” Draco tapped his nose knowingly.
So it was that one of the staff cars dropped them off, close to the river, across from the London Eye.
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