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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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Chapter List
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[Note: “x-x” = speech & ‘x-x’ = thoughts & *x-x* = telepathy & #x-x# Parseltongue]
[Some passing sexual reference)
~~~ CRUISING ~~~
In order that the children did not feel neglected from their parents’ absences, the Blake family decamped to their island in the Scillies as soon as the summer school holiday started. Teddy was now quite proficient steering the Sirius. So with a little pleading he was allowed to take it out by himself.
“After all,” he had argued: “At my age Uncle Justin had a boat of his own. I know because of the stories you’ve all told me about that sandy island near the academy.”
“You will be careful and not get into trouble won’t you?”
“Yes Mum-Gin. God-dad’s taught me how to cast the wards.”
“That’s all very well, but what about the friends you are taking with you.”
“Ginny, don’t worry so much:” Harry put a calming arm round her shoulder: “You’ve met them all many times before. They’re all new Dumbledorians and reasonably sensible young people. They have an alarm beacon which they’ll use if something drastic goes wrong.”
“But what if the Lucy’s satraps attack.”
Harry chuckled: “First he’s got to know what time they’re setting out. Secondly he’s got to know from which island. Thirdly they’ll look like so many other muggle boats; and there are hundreds of part-time sailors messing around the islands at this time of year. Besides, we haven’t been telling our plans to all and sundry, so Lucy probably doesn’t even know of the outing to start with.”
“We’ll have the thaum shield up, Mum-Gin. So it’ll be like looking for a needle in a haystack.”
“Yes but …”
“… Ginny!” Astoria said firmly: “You’re doing your mother-hen act again. Stop it! Teddy’s a sensible young man. He’s needs to have fun without us looking over his shoulder all the time. I know he’ll get into scrapes. Look what happened to us when we were his age. We came out of it, and the thaumic environment is much safer now that it was then. Go on Teddy, enjoy yourself.”
“Thanks Mum-Tor … Err … God-dad?”
Harry nodded his head surreptitiously and the pair walked a little apart.
“Will a hundred galleons be enough?” he asked holding out a jingling purse.
“Thanks, you’re too generous. There’s likely to be some change.”
“I don’t want any back. Spend it wisely, and don’t get too drunk.”
“Who said we were going to get drunk?”
“We did, a couple of times. It’s not a nice feeling the following day whilst you’re searching for the sober-up potion and it’s not where you thought you put it. Will you be visiting the merpeople?”
“Err … What do you mean?
“Um … Well, you’re old enough now … I know you wank in bed … We all did it at your age.”
Teddy went red and looked at his feet, replying archly: “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, Godfather?”
“Come off it, I have overheard you and your whispering friends. They must think we’re innocent angels or past caring about sex.” He chuckled: “I know you know, you’ve caught Draco and I in flagrante more than once. Just remember the old sailor’s tales about being lured below into the depths. Take the gillyweed, enjoy the sensations, but don’t be tempted to stay afterwards; Right?”
“I can’t get anything past you, can I?” Teddy grinned.
Harry grinned back: “Have you heard the saying: ‘been there, done that, got the tee shirt’?”
“Yes?”
“I reckon that Draco and I have amassed a bigger collection than you have. Some of which I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy … Well … Except Lucy, maybe.”
“Got the idea, thanks for the loot.”
“No probs.”
Teddy left in high spirits to find his friends and take them through the portals to Laggen Lodge. They called in at WWW on the way and collected the booze that George had bought for them from Tom at the Leakey Cauldron.
~~~ HERMITAGE ~~~
The Blake nuclear family of eight were not too far behind Teddy and his mates, begging a lift in Berwyn’s boat across the straight to Long Island. Their four elves had gone ahead and had the Hermitage opened up and welcoming. The parents had difficulty in persuading their excited offspring to cover themselves in Draco’s sunblock-lotion; only by threats of an early bedtime did the youngsters stay around long enough. Harry had no qualms about their being able to swim, but he did get them to remind him of the places where it was unsafe; he had found that the best way of reminding them. It also calmed Ginevra’s mother-hen instincts.
The children departed for another adventure whilst the adults ensured their own bodies were suitably anointed. They strolled down to the beach away from the children’s shouts, fancying a quiet time. For a change, nothing disturbed their peaceful swimming and sunbathing; chatting inconsequentially about recent happenings. The happy mood lasted for three days, until the children grew bored. So, by prior arrangement, Berwyn called round and took the children out in the other sloop. They went exploring other islands and picking up the lobster pots on the way.
Meanwhile the seers went swimming from the narrow beach on the western side of the island. Having a greater stretch of water before reaching Needle Rock, they felt sure that they would encounter the merpeople. Sure enough, eight heads appeared out of the water before the seers reached their goal. Stormwave swam over and presented them with a container of gillyweed. Having swallowed their share the seers and their fishtailed friends descended to the depths.
On the sea bed, Clamshell was inside Harry inside Whitewater. Being connected, they were urging each other to further efforts. Eventually there was a joint explosion of lust and mental connection. None of them felt an urgent need to alter their positions; basking in the afterglow of satisfactory copulation.
W: *I must say your family is quite well endowed, Harry.*
H: *How so?*
C: *Two or three days ago we spotted the Sirius and, thinking that you and Draco were coming for a top-up, we jumped on board. Imagine our surprise when some strange sleepyheads poked their faces out of the hatchway.*
H: *What happened next?*
W: *One of the new faces remarked: ‘So you’re the merpeople God-dad was talking about. Erm … Are you like the Satyrs, then?’*
C: *You see we were both in a state of preparedness; knowing that we’d enjoy what was about to happen.*
H: *I’m not sure what you mean.*
W: *You are dense. Our erections were throbbing in anticipation.*
C: *Just as they are now,* and he gave Harry some additional internal thrills.
H: *Mmm … nice! So, what did he do?”
W: *Developed a long boner. Not as big as yours, but he still has time to mature.*
C: *He obviously knew about gillyweed because one of his mates, Claudius, a goblin, produced some. They ate it and jumped in together with Norman their other friend. No-one else was around except Stormwave and Silversand.*
H: *So what did you do?* Harry gave Whitewater some extra reaming.
W: *Ah! Oh! Formed a chain. Four of us to three of them making a snaking undulating sandwich. It was great. They seemed to enjoy it as well … Err … Please may we change? I’m getting a little sore.*
H: *What about me then. Can I not get sore too?*
C: *But you’re a human and tough as old nails. We are still recovering from your godson and his friends’ energetic fornication.* He fitted himself round Harry’s prick and shoved backwards at much the same time that Whitewater shoved in.
There was no need for speech, even if Harry had the breath and energy. The thing was, that the communal mind was being flooded with equivalent voluptuous feelings from all the others, so that he could not refuse, even if he had wanted to. What energy remained afterwards, was reserved for swimming back to shore and laying panting on the narrow strand, as the rising tide gently lapped around their bodies. The feeling of the water caressing their overused genitals was very pleasing, but not unduly arousing.
They did manage to summon enough energy before they were washed away by the rising tide; managing to arrive at the Hermitage five minutes before Berwyn returned the children. Lilly went to show Ginevra her collection of shells, whilst the boys surrounded Draco and showed them their catch. His and Astoria’s gourmet ideas had the youngsters discussing what ways the fish could be prepared and involving the four elves.
Berwyn looked at Harry: “I see you enjoyed yourselves then.”
“I didn’t think it showed.”
“There’s a certain loose-limbed way most males hold themselves after sex. You look very relaxed and I noticed a slight pinkness around your glans.”
“Merlin! I hope the kids don’t see it.”
“If you suddenly cover up like that, they’ll take notice.”
Harry removed his hands: “So what do I do about it?”
“Nothing! Just relax and be nonchalant. They’re not old enough to understand what it means, even if they notice it. They’re too busy showing off their finds.” Berwyn giggled: “We did get one or two curious glances. The young-ones are so used to nakedness around the pool that they refused to wear any coverings.” Then he shrugged: “Maybe the observers thought we were hippies, because I only had my shell on.”
Harry chuckled: “Nice to have their innocent outlooks confirmed. Not that they are unaware of the mechanics. Living in the country they see animals at it. I don’t think they have quite included themselves in that category, yet.”
“You’ll soon know, when they get all awkward in front of you. I’d better be off, Mum will be sending a search party out if I’m not home for dinner.”
“Bye! Thanks for giving us that time alone with the merpeople.”
“I’ll do it again someday. Your children are fun to be with. They ask questions, but with a few hints I can lead them to find the answer for themselves.”
“We like to do that too. Tor says it increases their intelligence.” Harry said, as he threw the lines to Berwyn.
As he returned to the Hermitage Lilly came out to see him: “Daddy, will you show me that gutting spell that Aunt Wisteria taught you?”
“How do you know about that?”
“We were chatting about the beef sandwiches we had for lunch. I told Uncle Ber we knew about the cows being killed. When I saw him clubbing the fish.”
Harry was taken aback by the fact of his precious daughter being so matter of fact about where meat came from: “Won’t you be worried about its insides coming out?”
“Why? Its guts will go into the bucket, then Uncle Ber will bait the lobster traps with it. I’m so looking forward to eating lobster again. It’s a bit like us eating the fruit and planting the left over seeds, isn’t it? My apple tree’s almost as tall as you, now.”
Harry got his head around the quick procession of subjects: “Fine, I’ll teach you the gutting charm and I’ll also show you the preserving one for the fish not destined for our table tonight.”
Draco thought it was hilarious that the three boys were squeamish about the gutting charm, whilst their young sister was business-like. Nevertheless, they all insisted in helping the elves prepare the food. Something that Harry was pleased about. They wanted to, whereas he had been forced. Not that he did not like cooking. He sat at the kitchen table quite happily peeling the spuds whilst Draco sliced the beans.
Their idyllic holiday lasted for another four days. Interrupted by Teddy when he brought the Sirius over to the pier.
“Did you bring that by yourself, Teddy?” asked Draco whilst he caught the lines.
“Yes! Why do you mind?”
“No!” Draco chuffed: “Just admiring your skill and confidence. Where are your mates?”
“Gone back via the Portals. I knew you wouldn’t want them to know about the Hermitage.”
“Very thoughtful of you, thank you. Hmm … Did you enjoy your outing and its entertainments?” Draco had a knowing smile.
Teddy looked shrewdly at his Godfather’s mate: “Exactly what are you inferring Dray-coz?” and then blushed brightly.
“Persons who jump out of the water and sit on the gunwale maybe?”
“How do you know about them?”
“We met them a couple of days ago.” Draco smirked.
“Oh! Well! It was quite enjoyable actually. Now I know why you and God-dad like it so much.”
Draco had an intuition and wrapped a comradely arm around Teddy’s shoulder: “First time was it, with them?”
“Ye-e-e-s! Erm … First time with someone inside me too … Not that we haven’t wanked each other off before … I was a bit worried … but it went in all right. Slightly painful to begin with, but when he hit that spot … Wicked!”
“Do I take it that you boast to each other? Then, when in a situation where you’d lose face, you grin and bear it.”
Teddy let out a big sigh: “Exactly. Can’t let the family image down, can I? What with you and God-dad being heroes.”
“I wasn’t a hero, Teddy, I was shit frightened much of the time. It was your Godfather who saved me.”
“Yes … But … You still went forward despite being frightened. God-dad tells me he was frightened when facing Voldie, especially when going towards what he thought was certain death.”
Draco looked rueful: “I suppose …” Then he snapped out of it: “Are you having a meal with us?”
“If you don’t mind, I’m joining Norm and Claud at Claud’s house. His parents are away and he’s got some real cool music.”
Draco grinned: “You have your friends, good for you, make the most of them.”
Teddy grinned back: “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t, but we’ll enjoy the music anyway.” He drew his wand: “Apparo!” and disappeared.
‘I was going to offer to take him across on the boat,’ Thought Draco: ‘Ah well!’
A: *We have the gist of that conversation, Draco. No need to repeat it in front of the children.*
D: *I had no intention of doing so.*
H: *Fine … They’re all excited about visiting Tresco tomorrow.*
G: *The elves are popping over to the Sirius, to ensure it’s clean and stocked up. I think the kids may want to go sailing for a couple of days afterwards.*
That holiday refreshed the adults and wore the children out. Not only did they go cruising once as far as Alderney, for the children to have a ride on the train. They also sailed over to Shell Cottage having a French picnic on the beach and flying kites in the stiff breeze. Real family prime-time together.
~~~ PIAZZA THAUMIA ~~~
At the beginning of October, Narcissa insisted that they go to the Palazzo. Once there, they found out why. On Sunday their gondolas joined the procession of boats out to Isola Sant’ Erasmo; taking Giuseppe with them. They spent the whole day there; attending an open-air mass in the morning and then wandering around the ‘vegetable garden of Venice’ listening to music, tasting food and joining in the fiesta. Harry and Draco also tried treading the grapes much to their children’s amusement.
Blaise and Gilda had been with them plus his Uncle, Aunt and his two young helpmates; Maximiliano and Vittorio. On the way home in the gondola Draco was pensive.
H: *Why are you so solemn, we’ve had a great time?*
A: *It’s Blaise, isn’t it Dray? I noticed too.*
H: *Fine! I’m unobservant, tell me, please?*
D: *Not too sure. I suspect it’s to do with Villa Pirelli.*
H: *Is it time for me to play the foot in mouth act?*
A: [chuckling] *Harry jumps in with both feet where angels fear to tread. It might work, I’ve tried gentling him. All he does is tighten his lips and blush.*
D: *Much the same reaction to me.*
H: *Fine. He’s at the front of the boat. I can stand in his way. If I bulk up he’ll be shielded from everyone else.*
G: *Go on then, try it. Gilda’s been telling me how worried she is. Not that I can make out what the main problem is. I’ve got a feeling it’s about the debt the previous Visconti left.*
Armed with his Harry wandered over to his Italian friend: “Hello Zappem, all by yourself?”
“Mmm, Yes.” Blaise looked away from Harry, moodily staring at the water.
“Are you not feeling well? Some of that food was new to me.”
“No. It’s not that.”
“Had a row with Gilda then?”
“Mmm … Sort of.”
“Is it about your marriage that you’re worried?”
“No … We still enjoy our sex-life thanks. At least we did, but she’s threatening to sleep in another room.” Blaise sighed and started out at the water again.
“That sounds pretty serious to me. What caused it, something to do with the business, perhaps?”
“No, not really.”
“Then tell me! We’ve always helped each other out, what’s different now?”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Persistent bugger aren’t you.” There was a slight tinge of anger.
“Yes!” Harry just stood there looking expectant.
“Go away!” Blaise tried to push Harry, but he was prepared for that and stood firm.
“No! Not until you tell me what’s wrong. We care about you, you know. It’s obviously serious because of Gilda’s response. Now tell!”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“What’s more embarrassing than being gay and your children finding you at it?”
“They didn’t, did they?”
“Yes. Four or five weeks ago. Now you know an embarrassing secret of mine tell me one of yours.”
Blaise grimaced: “Your usual pushy Potter self, I see!”
Harry just looked steadily at him.
“Very well,” Blaise sighed: “It’s about the villa.”
“And the debt on it, yes?”
“You knew! Why didn’t you say something?”
“One, we weren’t sure. Two, you didn’t ask for help. And Three, we don’t interfere until asked. That doesn’t stop us worrying about you, or wanting to help. I take it that it’s a large amount.”
“Yes. I want to take a mortgage out on our business, but Gilda’s opposed to it.”
“I’m not surprised. What does Justin think?”
“I haven’t approached him yet.”
“Got any jewels or such stuff you can sell?”
“Not much. Most of its patrimonial, no decent person would buy it, and on the black-market I wouldn’t raise its proper worth.”
“Can you sell off some of the estate?”
“Mmm … That’s what I’m embarrassed about.”
“Go on?”
“If my mother gets to hear of it she’ll want her cut, and then I still won’t have enough to clear the debt.”
“So a private quiet sale …Mmm?”
“Yes, but to whom?”
“Where is this piece of real estate?” H: *Merlin, this is like getting blood out of vampire.*
A: *You’re doing better than either Draco or I did.*
“Venice! That’s the other embarrassing bit.”
Harry had a phoenix-prompt: “Could it be the Casa Accoglienta, by any chance?”
Blaise sighed and looked away; mumbling something.
“I didn’t hear your reply, Blaise.”
“Circe’s Calumny!” Blaise shouted: “You know why. That’s the place where the satraps had you and Dray. My estate’s been living off immoral earnings for untold years. Those galleons were the only thing stopping Gringotts from foreclosing earlier.” He calmed down slightly: “They have given me six months respite to sort things out, but I was told that it was only offered because I was your friend. Merlin! What a mess!”
“Good! It’s just because you’re a friend that we want to help out. As soon as we get back I’m going to daffodil Gallus and Francis to see what can be done to salvage the situation. I’m not having you wallowing in worry. You might make a mistake when making a potion and poison someone.”
Blaise blushed guiltily, but only Harry could see it. “I have!”
“What, poisoned somebody?”
“No … But I nearly did … Something didn’t feel right when I handed it over … I retrieved it and made some excuse. That was another cause for my worry. I have checked my whole stock. Everything was alright, thank Merlin.”
Harry felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Gilda.
“Well? Has he told you?”
“Yes. I’m getting Francis and Gallus involved too, when I get back.”
“Good! I told him to, some time ago. But he’s a stubborn brute sometimes. I’ve been at my wits end for weeks. Quietly thrown three of his botched lotions away too. His performance in bed wasn’t up to scratch either! Perhaps I’ll get a loving husband back, instead of an automaton with a fleshly dildo.”
Then she pushed Harry aside and gave her husband a long and lingering kiss.
~~~ CONSULTATION ~~~
As good as his word Harry went to see Francis on Monday morning. Gallus was just leaving as he arrived.
“Morning Harry. I was coming to find you.”
“Could you put it off for an hour or two? I have something very urgent. I’d welcome your input too.”
“Okay, a few more hours won’t make much difference. What’s it about?”
“Blaise’s estate!”
Gallus chuckled: “Both on the same tack. I think!”
“Fine!”
They went in to see Francis and Harry told him about Blaise’s dilemma.
“We should get it valued first,” suggested Francis.
“We have,” replied Gallus: “Blaise’s estimate is correct. Sell it quietly and he’ll have enough cash left over to repair the villa. Though, not if his mother gets wind of it.”
“He was talking about making the villa over to the trust,” ventured Harry: “But we didn’t think owning vineyards could be covered by the articles of association, so the idea went dormant. Not that the estate is that big. Much the same acreage as we have here … Um … Probably a bit less.”
Francis looked crafty: “Teaching viniculture and wine making, maybe. Let me look into it, including the place where your embarrassment took place.”
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At the next trust meeting of the directors Francis reported back:
“First: Because of the Cauldwell and Zeller train no longer running on the continent I have argued, on the basis of Miss Maud’s use of that train, that the provisions of the will are void. However I suggested that continental hotels would be the next best thing. As well as receiving their Lordships’ blessing on the change, I have been given permission to invest the capital in compatible businesses. With that in mind we could easily afford an investment in an hotel, say in Venice, a place of great cultural value. Naturally, our visitors would be accompanied by knowledgeable guides on their educational tours.”
Draco giggled: “My father used to say ‘never trust a lawyer’. Now it seems we have such a wily-one working for us.”
Francis smirked at him: “Nice to know my talents are appreciated. However, before we commit ourselves we ought to go and inspect the premises. To that end Blaise has loaned me the keys.
~~~ CASA ACCOGLIENTA ~~~
They entered using a bridge over the back canal which led to a small courtyard with three doors leading off it. One was the entrance to the Casa and another appeared to be blocked. The last door was set in a grand façade which, in this cramped area looked horribly out of place. Draco thought he recognised the hand of a Gringotts designer. Sure enough: the big gold letters proclaimed ‘Banka Gringotto’.
Gallus looked at Draco and shrugged: “It is a bit pretentious, isn’t it?”
“Hmm … It would look good at the end of a small piazza, but here, it overwhelms. Where does that blocked door lead?”
“It was where the werewolves patrolled, before we buried everything. There’s a disused set of vaults behind the bank, they guarded that. Now things are very sophisticated, especially after The Trio’s and my escapade in London.”
“Fine … Let’s see this small palazzo.” Harry unlocked the door to enter a familiar room.
As with Number Eleven when they took it over, there was some dust and a few spots of mildew, nothing that Dorothy thought could not be remedied. Every available room had been turned into bedrooms, including the ground floor reception rooms. The reception area in which they stood was the place where the young tarts had lounged. This had been jerry-built over part of the garden at the back; leaving the rest unkempt and overgrown. On further inspection there were waterproofing problems with this outhouse.
“It will have to come down. I suppose they added it to give extra bedrooms, all those drapes look good, but they hide a ramshackle interior.”
“I agree; with this removed the back room balconies will have a decent garden to overlook, just as I suppose the front ones overlook the Grand Canal.”
They walked down the central hallway to the canal entrance with its jetties sticking out, turning around they could see the shabbily decorated tiered balconies, which stuck out like three large horizontal steps to make use of a curve in the canal’s banks.
Back inside, the central part of the hallway opened out to allow a grand staircase, with a right-angled passageway leading to further rooms. With five floors there were thirty ensuite rooms, but the building was only a little higher than the Palazzo Pevrello.
“One bedroom will have to go, to make way for a proper reception linked to our Sala-di Pranza. That would make the palazzo’s dining room useful and maybe we could use it as a restaurant.”
“That’s an idea, Draco. Sporcaro is always trying fancy dishes out on us; maybe he’d like the challenge. Our corps could find some waiters and cooks from some of the recently examined NEWTs elves.”
“Tea in the piazza under the trees.”
“What do you mean Bertie?”
“It’d mean some demolition, but make the garden into a piazza. If we take down the wall between the garden and the place in front of the bank; the façade will no longer seem as pretentious. Maybe, arches looking out from our garden over the dock into the piazza. Remove the casa’s ground floor balconies and make a shady colonnade.”
“There’d be no privacy for the rooms’ occupants.”
“There’d be little anyway, even with the balconies there. It’d be a bit like living in a goldfish bowl. People automatically stare in at any window.”
“Convert the two rooms into small shops, like the alley.”
“A pity we can’t take the wall down between us and the side-canal.”
“We could make an occlusion looking like a wall, we’d see out, but the muggles could not see in, like the one at the chalet resembles cliffs.”
“A wine shop!”
“What?”
“The inner room would make a wine shop – we could sell Montecristo wines there and some from the Pirelli and Zabini estates; that’d help out the Blaise’s finances as well.”
“The Satyrs have a surplus too.”
“Gandy has a friend who’s teamed up with an artistic elf. They’re producing middle range handmade jewellery, sort of upmarket souvenir stuff. Maybe we could let them try out in the other shop. It’d be part workshop as well.”
“That would fit in with the developing skills part of the trust deed,” put in Francis: “Especially if we were supporting them in an experimental way.”
“If they make a go of it; they could move on. If not, another young set of entrepreneurs could try their hand.”
“Who are the designated managers?”
Hon and Carol, I think.”
“I take it we’re buying it then?”
“Bertie, can we afford it?”
“Yes Harry, the capital will be out of the converted Miss Maud legacy. My gut feeling is that we’ll recoup, just from the hotel part; Venice is a very popular venue, you know.”
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So it was. It took a couple of months to prepare it. Honorius and Caroline handed in their notices at Samhain. Trial runs helping out in London had helped them when starting this new venture from scratch. ‘A Magical Christmas in Venice’ was the Trust’s ad in the Daily Prophet and Prophet International. It was only placed twice before the hotel was fully booked all the way through to Carnevale 2015. The bedrooms in the Palazzo over the gondola dock were easily converted into hotel rooms by altering one side of the central double staircase for use solely by hotel guests. That added another eleven rooms without interfering with the privacy of the Palazzo itself. Its two main rooms became the hotel’s facilities as a dining room and a lounge connected via the loggia. Thus, the family inhabited the main rooms on the next floor above.
It took longer to prepare the new hotel, because Astoria and Dorothy were very particular about renovations. Giuseppe blessed the new square whilst he was consecrating the hotel, calling it ‘Piazza Thaumia’ which; once opened out, made a wonderful foil for the Gringotts façade.
As soon as the renovation team had completed their work, they were given a contract by Gringotts to spruce up the back alley and convert the old vaults into a shopping precinct, because many leading magely shops wanted to open branches there. The old ‘Casa Accoglienta’ name disappeared being replaced by ‘Hotel Palazzo Pirelli’ honouring the memory of Blaise’s old matriarchal family. In fact, it was adopting the name it had had before its more recent sordid usage.
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