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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]
(painful masturbation under duress)
~~~ INVESTIGATION ~~~
As it was to be an unofficial investigation, they had to be careful. Draco approached Minerva and arranged a date to ostensibly discuss magma lessons at the Milkwood Annex. Meanwhile Teddy impersonated Minerva and obtained the birth dates of all the fifteens and over from the records elf at Hogwarts. That deception went undetected. Using that information, Draco and Teddy put their heads together and made predictions about who was likely to be abducted next.
They decided to play it cool and follow the first abductees, but not interfere with what was happening until they had they full facts.
Their first success was to find that the Hoodies were using a hitherto undiscovered secret passage to a house in Hogsmeade. Or maybe it had been newly excavated. However, Teddy did not have the Hendy invisibility that Draco and Harry had. It was up to them to explore the passage and follow a victim when he was abducted. They followed the next victim and watched the proceedings. As they had been told, it was about the Hoodies’ sexually manhandling the victim, more than the victim having enjoyment. Draco noticed that they were using a resuscitating potion and managed to sneak a sample from the bottom of the phial. It was Reddesuccislorem.
The trio explored the extent during the week following and found that the cellar resembled a torture chamber. On closer inspection most of the apparatus appeared to be unused window-dressing. Although a web-frame and a rack-like piece of apparatus seemed to have had some use. As the residents were not in they managed to work out the address too. Neither Teddy nor Harry understood the Reddesuccislorem potion. Draco explained that it had soreness alleviating properties as well as accelerating sperm making. Its third property was aphrodisiacal.
The next problem was to make unobtrusive enquiries as to who owned the house in Hogsmeade. Harry managed that by suggesting to the Wizengamot’s planning clerk that the Trust might be in the market to invest in some properties in Hogsmeade. The unsuspecting clerk produced a plan with the names of the owners of every plot, quite a few of whom were not the occupiers but were tenants. He even passed on hints as to who might be inclined to sell because of family financial difficulties. Marrying the information thus found they found that the Bole family owned the property and that their younger generation were using it as a pied-a-terre for themselves and a few friends. They youngest of which had left Hogwarts only a few years ago.
But then there was this Wizengamot meeting to attend.
~~~ ACCUSATION ~~~
They arrived early for the meeting and Harry sought out Seneschal Dendron in the café: “Do you know who is normally represents the Bole faction, Glandulous?”
“Yes Harry, I do. How can I help?”
“I take it that they’ve taken you into their confidence about the hefty fine the Wizengamot committee imposed on them.”
“Of course!”
“Well … Did you know that they tried to blackmail one of the Gringotts governors into declaring that they had insufficient funds?”
“No. Tell me more please?”
“It’s like this … … …” Harry gave Glandulous a résumé of Ganymede’s abduction and rescue; ending with: “Do I take it that they haven’t told you?”
“They did hint that they were not going to be able to pay, but not the reason. I get the feeling that they are unaware of your latest news.”
“It only happened a couple of days ago. Perhaps the kobolds don’t want to admit that they lost a prisoner.”
“You have a good point. They may even be waiting for the magma to cool before investigating. Even then they are very tight-lipped. Thank you for the information. Now … How do we play this out?”
The pair went into a huddle; out of which both of them emerged smiling grimly.
Once the main administrative agenda was completed ‘Any other business’ was declared. Glandulous stood and caught the Mugwump’s eye: “I believe that the Wizengamot’s should pass a motion of congratulations. It seems that certain seneschals and their wives have received royal accolades. I therefore propose a minute of congratulations be made as follows: ‘This Wizengamot congratulates Sir Harry, Lord Blake and Sir Draconius, Lord Duindhu on their knighthoods and would ask that the two seneschals concerned pass on our congratulations to their wives, Dame Ginevra and Dame Astoria’. So moved,”
Before the Mugwump could ask, a large number of seneschals had risen to second the motion. The vote was taken and became ‘nem-con’, followed by some applause.
After the clapping ceased Glandulous caught the Mugwump’s eye yet again: “Perhaps one of our knights would explain the existence of certain young people in their party. They appear to be too young to be acting as advisors.”
Draco rose and was recognised: “As the honourable members are aware, Sir Harry and I, together with our wives, represent more than just our two houses. It is incumbent by the traditional rules of this house that we name the heirs once they become adults on their seventeenth birthday. One of the young men with us is such a person; being my cousin and Sir Harry’s godchild. It is our intention to name Edward Remus Lupin as heir to two houses. That of his father and of my Godfather. House Lupin has a half seat allocation in this congress as does House Snape. By combining these two inheritances he will eventually be able to take a seat within this august assembly. By including him in our party we hope that he will become well versed in our traditions and government. So that he can play a full part once he takes up his seat after he graduates. It is thus doubly fitting because his father, Remus Lupin, was helped to remain sane and healthy by potions brewed by my Godfather, Severus Snape, as well as Cousin Edward’s high achievement in his potions work. So much so that the Guild of Potioneers has already reserved a place for him once he leaves our academy.”
The Mugwump held up her hand to stop interruptions: “We welcome Seneschal-to-be Lupin-Snape and look forward to your participation in the future. Potions need a discerning brain, and we hope that that perspicacity will be used in our debates.” There was some polite applause and, prompted by Draco, Teddy rose and bowed. “Thank you for your revelation; but that only explains the presence of one young man in your party, Sir Draconius,” the Mugwump continued.
“The other three young men are also godchildren of ours and Seneschal Holderness; one each. Theirs is a different story and has some bearing on a legal decision taken by this house, but not yet implemented owing to an appeal. If I may recount this, it may well have a bearing on that appeal. As it would take some time; maybe the honourable members would be best hearing it once lunch is over.”
Glandulous rose: “I support Sir Draconius’s suggestion.”
Madam Mugwump smiled: “A little early perhaps, but I suspect our attention would soon be on our appetites and not Sir Draconius’s story. There is a puzzle to be solved. It seems slightly strange that mages had become godparents to goblin children before the legislation permitted it.”
Harry rose and was acknowledged: “Do I take it that the honourable members are aware of goblin triads?”
He was met by many blank looks.
“No? Briefly then. When a young goblin reaches puberty; he is linked in a very personal ceremony with two other likeminded young goblins, chosen from among his friends. At this ceremony an adult, whom each youngster implicitly trusts, is asked to become his godfather. It so happened that, when they were students in Hogwarts and we three were professors, there was a fuss. Hamish, Draco and I managed to rescue one of them from the clutches of some dark-mages. The upshot was that we were asked to become their godfathers and we accepted that honour. One of the results of them being linked in such a triad is that they support each other and can mentally communicate feelings and calls for help even if separated. Does that help?”
“Thank you, Sir Harry. Any questions? ... ... ... No? Then, adjourned for luncheon.” The Mugwump brought her gavel down with a sharp report.
During lunch quite a few seneschals wandered over to the knights’ table to congratulate them personally. They included Teddy in these commendations and tried to pump information about the appeal from them. Harry left it to Draco’s wiles to avoid giving any information away. They also had to fend off a certain gaudy reporter who had beetled over and wanted to know the details of the triad-making ceremony. The three goblin godsons were not quite as wily as Draco, so Rita went away with a very good idea of what was involved. Luckily for them her report was side-lined by the report of the second Wizengamot session that afternoon. Towards the end of the lunch break the three goblin godsons also had a very private talk with Glandulous.
The Wizengamot reconvened and Draco started his story: “It seems that a certain party with death-eater instincts was sentenced by our judicial sub-committee to a formidable fine because he had been found guilty on evidence that the commission had carefully gathered over a number of years. The need to prosecute was heightened by a certain interlude in Belgium which their Wizengamot referred to ours. Evidence from that incident was the key that unlocked the ability of our commission to prosecute. Which, I may say, they did admirably.”
“If I remember correctly, you gave evidence and so did your partner, Sir Draconius.”
“That is correct, Seneschal Dendron. Now this party sought to avoid payment of the fine, or at least a substantial part thereof, and came up with a scheme to threaten one of the Gringotts governors. I find from my enquiries that the family concerned had vaults under different names. When our judicial committee made enquiries, Gringotts, under the new and peaceable agreements, included all the relevant vaults when making their statement of wealth. Now this certain party tried to argue that the vaults under the different names should not have been included. Naturally the Gringotts governors refuted this claim because the vaults truly belonged to the family. Sir Harry and I, being heads of various houses have vaults in different names, as do a number of other seneschals. So that certain party decided to use one of the old well-tried death-eater tricks to persuade the governors otherwise. Notably, abducting one of their offspring and holding him to ransom.”
“Do you have evidence for this story, Sir Draconius?”
“Yes, Madam Mugwump, I do. As some of you are aware there are groups of magicals who resent the new entente cordiale. One such group is represented in goblin society and they have connections to the party I mentioned. When threats did not work, the abductee was given to the kobolds – some of you may know them as bwca, but that is a misnomer – They act in the same way for goblins that dementors do for us in Azkaban. Their methods are just as crude as the dementors; using sexual abuse as their method of breaking a prisoner down. It has much the same zombie effect that the dementors have. Now, using the triad effect, the abductee, Ganymede, one of our godsons here, was able to contact his two mates. Edward, using his special skills was able to triangulate Ganymede’s exact position from evidence that Probert and Selwyn, the other two godsons, provided. Using tunnelling techniques, the Dumbledorian Society members managed to rescue Ganymede before he was finally enslaved. They are here to see justice meted out and have recently made depositions to the aurors, as have we. They are available should any seneschal like to question them about this episode.” Draco sat.
Glandulous rose: “As some of you are aware my syndicate holds to the old traditions and sometimes is at odds with legislation introduced by the syndicate which Sir Harry and Sir Draco lead. I came here holding a brief from the party that Sir Draco mentioned. Namely that of the Bole family. They told me that the fine imposed on them was excessive and far exceeded their holdings. Not only, they said, would it leave them impecunious, but owing a considerable sum. As we know from previous debates, certain fines have been challenged on similar grounds. Some were altered to ensure that elderly dependants were not deprived of a reasonable standard of living. My brief from the Bole family was to challenge the committee’s fine along such lines. Something I was quite happy to do until I found out the truth about their nefarious manipulations. But now I and my seneschal colleagues feel that the appeal should be rejected. I believe Sir Draco’s evidence and have talked to the boys as well as the Gringotts governors. I suggest we impose the fine forthwith and ask the auror department to investigate a possible charge of blackmail as well. I so move.”
“I second the proposal,” Harry rose.
“Proposed and seconded,” said Madam Mugwump: “Anyone who would like to speak against the proposal … No? … Those in favour?”
There were only half a dozen dissenters from Glandulous’s party. Thus, the proposal became a motion which was passed, and the clerks asked to contact the auror department.
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The Prophet’s headline of ‘Death-eaters blackmail Gringotts’ pushed the prurient article by Rita into a heavily-edited half-column on an insignificant page in the middle of the newspaper; headed ‘Rites of passage’.
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The next thing of importance was the usual rush of celebrating Christmas 2015 and the New Year. As was customary the Blake family divided their time between their public duties and quality time with families and friends
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At the start of 2016 the legal subcommittee heard a second charge of blackmail and, finding Mr Bole guilty, recommended to the Wizengamot that he should be incarcerated in Azkaban for fifteen years. His appeal was processed and disallowed, so he was transferred to the island prison to start his sentence. Mrs Bole made a plea of destitution, but when the Bole family’s finances were examined, they were found quite adequate for the family’s needs. She just wanted to continue her extravagant lifestyle. The Wizengamot, to prevent her running up debts, made an order which prevented her and any of the family obtaining credit. All goods and services were to be paid for in cash. Although she made threats of retribution, she was unable, without starving herself, to purchase the wherewithal to carry them out.
~~~ RETRIBUTION ~~~
Further examination of the anti-sexual-harassment arrangements progressed slowly. The students were on holiday and the molesters seemed to have gone to ground, but not at Elm Tree Cottage. However, a certain amount of probing took place and it became obvious that the Bole cousins were central to the deception and that seven young adults comprised the gang. Quite obviously they had to be dealt with separately. Our mages decided to start with the four who were not Boles.
On a snowy January Saturday, wearing a cowl to keep out the sleet, on his way back from a morning visit to the shops, Unctuous Crabbe, a cousin of Vincent, was joined by two hooded mates, so he thought. However, he found that they were his abductors. Draco and Harry had adopted glamours to hide their identities. He welcomed them as they took up position either side of him thinking that they were friends. Then they grabbed an arm each.
“Hey what are you doing?”
“Much the same as you have been doing to the students, Unctuous!”
Harry and Draco ensured their grip on the struggling youth: “APPAREMUS!”
They landed on the other side of the Forbidden Forest where, concealed in a bushy copse, there was an old foresters’ bothy which had been tidied up and newly equipped.
Unctuous struggled: “Where are we? Why are you holding my arms so tight? What have you done with my wand?”
“Come inside and we’ll explain.”
“I don’t trust you enough!”
“Nevertheless, you will accompany us.” The two Blakes propelled Unctuous inside.
He found out that this one-roomed cottage had a sleeping platform and had been built above a cave-like cellar. Sitting on the edge of the bed platform was an unusual looking hairy elf bearing a malicious grin.
“What’s that elf looking at me like that for?”
“You’ll soon find out downstairs. Incarcerous Particularis!”
They carried the corded mage down into the cellar.
This souterrain area had been carefully adapted to resemble the layout of the Boles’ torture chamber. Unctuous looked round and started to quake: “This looks familiar. What are you going to do to me?”
“What do you do to the students you abduct?” Draco asked as they manoeuvred the abductee towards the frame.
“Oh!”
Draco brought Harry’s attention to an increasing bulge below Unctuous’ belt: “I see you understand your fate,” and briefly squeezed his crotch. “However, it will not be us who wreak your punishment. Ever heard of kobolds or bwca?”
“Circe’s Calumny, not them!”
“I see you have. Solvum Bracchiae!”
Each Blake took hold of a freed arm and attached it to a frame.
Harry’s: “Solvum Pedes!” allowed Unctuous’ unleashed legs to be similarly attached. He looked at Knob: “Shall we undress him, or would you like to?”
“I’m not having an dirty elf touch me!” shouted Unctuous.
Knob grinned: “I think it would be better if I peeled him, slowly. Perhaps you remember me doing it to another young mage who needed a like punishment.”
Harry grinned at the memory of Teddy’s lesson: “With this one, you don’t have to be quite as cautious. If by accident or design, he has an eruption, feel free to continue the treatment. We shall return this evening. When, I believe, he has an appointment with his mates at Elm Tree Cottage. Finite Incantatem Incarciourum!”
As they left, Harry noticed one of Knob’s hands entering a swearing Unctuous’ open flies. Not that he saw the flesh they were exploring, just then.
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When Draco and Harry returned, disguised and hooded, after dinner, every bit of Unctuous’ flesh was on view; especially his shiny scarlet prick topped by a glistening purple knob-end, which was slowly leaking a creamy substance down the sobbing, vibrating flushed torso.
“Hello Masters. Would you like to have a play?” Knob held out a long feather with which he had been stroking Unctuous’ perineum: “As you can see, it is not only his immediate equipment that is responding now. I even got him to ejaculate by tickling his sides. May I demonstrate?” Knob conjured another feather and applied them to the young mage’s ribs.
Unctuous giggled and squirmed for nearly ten minutes with tears streaming down his face. However, it was clear that Knob had sensitised much of the torso because the squirming soon turned into a fucking motion and semen spurted out of his gleaming erection.
“Please make it stop, I’m sore.”
“Perhaps you understand now how your victims feel, Unctuous.”
“But we give them Reddesuccislorem so that they can keep on coming.”
“We have it on good information that they were still sore. Because of your group’s depredations they had nightmares as well. Now … We could hold you here and ask each of your victims in turn to come and wreak their vengeance …”
There was silence whilst Unctuous waited for the alternative. Meanwhile Knob was busy bringing him back up to emission point. The kobold was not gentle, squeezing, slapping and pulling, not only on the young mage’s prick but also his balls. Harry noticed a ribbed dildo sticking out of Unctuous’ anus and that Knob was manipulating that also.
Unctuous gasped and screamed, gyrating as much as his bonds would allow. When his balls drew up into firing position Knob stopped and started to slap the throbbing penis. Unctuous howled in pain and frustration.
On the third such happening Unctuous managed to plead: “I promise I won’t do it again; I promise, I really promise. Please make it stop and let me come.”
Knob stopped and looked at Harry who asked: “What will you tell your mates?”
“I’ll tell them I’m sick and don’t want to pass the bug on to them. Then I s’pose I’d better go to my grandparent’s house.”
“You won’t tell your friends anything,” Draco said sternly: “You will write it down and we will deliver it. Without our prior agreement; any attempt to contact them afterwards will result in you spending two days here. By that time, you’ll agree to anything, I suspect. We may even let the kobold fuck you. As you may know that is their way of enslaving their victims for life.”
“What? Me a slave!”
“That’s the possibility if you disobey. If you have read a recent edition of the Prophet, you will understand how close an innocent magical came to that horrible fate. However, he was rescued just before it happened.”
“But he was a goblin. They don’t matter as much.”
“Goblins look after your family’s fortune. It doesn’t do to antagonise them, does it? That’s what Mr Bole is finding out.”
“What do you mean about Bole? My family has no fortune left.”
“It looks as though Bole is going to have to sell a lot of his property. So, it might be a wise move to mend relations with your family.”
“My parents are in Azkaban and not likely to be released. My grandparents live in a modest house. They have been outspoken against my present lifestyle and my parent’s activities. Most of our property went in reparations, but I have a small income left. It’ll pay for a room and a just enough food to get by. I was supposed to get a job after I graduated, but no one would employ a death-eaters’ son, even now.”
“That isn’t an excuse for what you did to those young men.” Draco sounded harsh.
H: *Careful! Remember what you did under the pink toad’s rule.*
D: *I am … I don’t want anyone else to follow that path. Not everyone can be successfully rescued by the-boy-who-lived-twice.*
H: *Maybe we could find him a job. We need extra farm hands now.*
D: *Let him stew for a bit first. We’ll keep an eye on him.*
H: *Fine!* Harry’s sending sounded resigned and disappointed.
D: *I appreciate you wanting to help Unctuous out, but we should really find out if he has reformed first.*
H: *I see your point, but without some hope for a better life he might regress.*
D: *Hmm … Yes!* “Unctuous, what was your best subject at Hogwarts?”
“Why do you ask?” Unctuous sounded surly.
“Never mind my reasons, you’re in no position to refuse. Answer the question.”
The captive grimaced as Knob gave his prick and anus a reminder. “Herbology really and then Magical creatures as long as they weren’t too dangerous. Those dragons Potter fought scared me witless, I’m not too sure about Hippogriffs either. I scraped through in other subjects, just. They were more of a chore, really.”
“Perhaps magical farming would suit you.”
“Son of a death-eater? Some chance!” Unctuous replied scathingly, “they wouldn’t trust me not to hex the cattle.”
“I’ve heard that there might be a vacancy or two in Godric’s Hollow. Potter’s known to want to help reformed death-eaters. Look at Malfoy, he was a wrong-un, but now he’s his partner.”
Harry had difficulty in not giggling at the way Draco could talk about them dispassionately.
“I s’pose,” Unctuous looked thoughtful: “Then I’d need to prove I’m reformed, wouldn’t I. Both of those professors had reason to give me detention.”
“Prove it to us first. Then we’ll put in a good word for you, I’m sure they’d listen to us.”
“Really?”
“Yes!”
“Okay. Give me some parchment and a quill. I’ll write to my mates and then go and grovel to my grandparents.
When Unctuous was released Harry followed him using the Hendy disguise. He found out where the grandparents, on his mother’s side, lived and overheard the sobbing request for forgiveness. With many reservations the grandparents took him in; laying upon him many restrictions until he could prove his worth.
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Then it was party time. At least seven Dumbledorians’ children had their birthdays at the end of the month, so the Seers attention was elsewhere for nearly a week. Thus, it took a fortnight to capture and process the other three adherents, Jason Carrow, Raucous McNair, and Credulous Scabior, none of whose death-eater parents were available; either being incarcerated in Azkaban or killed in the Battle of Hogwarts. Using Unctuous’ excuse those three suggested to the Bole cousins that they had caught the same illness.
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The next stage in Draco’s and Harry’s campaign was to ensure that the three young Boles were at home. Early in February, whilst Ginevra looked after the children, Astoria, together with Seamus and Dean plus the two Blake males went to Elm Tree Cottage in Hogsmeade. Meanwhile Teddy and Knob had entered the secret passageway and set up a blocking ward. The four men took up positions so that they could watch the perimeter of the house. Two of them could also cover Astoria as she went to the front door and knocked. It took a couple of goes before anyone answered.
“Yes? What do you want?” Caius Bole asked rudely.
Astoria held out a parchment: “This is a bill of sale transferring this house and its environs to the Harco Trust.”
Caius snatched the parchment from her: “Well we’re not leaving!” and attempted to slam the door.
Unfortunately for him, the team had envisioned this kind of reaction and Astoria had a stasis charm ready. The result was that the door stuck in a half-open position so that Hendy-covered Draco and Harry could slip in before she released it. They had entered easily because Caius was behind the door trying to push it closed. As it slammed to, he fell over, enabling Harry to cast an Incarcerous on him without any fighting. Draco cast a Silencio at the same time.
“Who was it, Caius?” Came Verrucous Bole’s voice from the open dining room door.
“I’ll tell you when I come back,” Draco imitated.
As they had explored the house earlier Harry knew the dining room also had a door to the kitchen. So, invisible as he was, he made his way to that door. He peered in cautiously. Plautus and Verrucous were sitting at the table drinking coffee with a plate of biscuits in front of them and Caius’ steaming mug.
H: *They’re both sitting at the table, Draco.* He conveyed a picture
D: *I’ll leave him here,* and walked down the passage to the other door. *Right!*
They removed the Hendy disguise and simultaneously walked through the door casting Incarcerous as they appeared.
H: *We’ve captured all three, Astoria.*
A: *Right, I’ll collect the other two and go back home.*
It took a minute for the two seated Boles to realise what had happened.
“Circe’s Calumny! Why us? Where’s Caius? What are you going to do?” asked Verrucous.
Draco smirked: “Because of what you’ve done. Harry’s bringing him in and we’re going to visit your cellar.
“We don’t have a cellar.” Verrucous gave the game away by glancing at the hidden door.
“Really?” Draco answered: “Then where does this lead to? Dissendium!” Where his finger pointed the door became visible. “Aperio Portam!” and the door opened by itself.
Harry went down the stairs leaving Draco to guard the trio. He opened the door to the secret passage.
“We’ve captured them,” he told Teddy and Knob.
“I’m not sure I want to see them,” ventured Teddy: “I might overreact and harm them if I stay.”
“Fine by us. See you later.”
As Teddy went back up the passage Knob grinned: “I’m staying, to have three to play with will be a new experience.” Then he looked at Harry: “Erm … That is what you wanted, wasn’t it?”
Harry smirked: “Of course. Take your time about it. Don’t overtax yourself. Make sure you eat well; their larder is well stocked.”
“What about them?”
“Feed them too. Enough but not overmuch. They look a little fat to me. Exercise them regularly, I’m sure that will help.”
“Do you want them enslaved?”
“Not immediately, I hope we can reform them.”
“Good. Now I’ve seen true freedom, I don’t like that idea. I was quite worried when you threatened the others with it.”
During this conversation Draco had Mobilicorpussed a struggling, swearing Caius down into the cellar. Harry then helped in transporting Plautus and Verrucous into the cellar. Concentrating on one in turn, they managed to secure them in various frames so that Knob could access their vital parts easily. They were shouting and screaming in protest.
Draco issued a combined Silencio on them: “There are a great number of witnesses whom you mistreated. Now you will have some of your own tactics used against you. From interviewing your partners-in-crime we have ascertained that you three were the ringleaders. Therefore, yours will be the harshest punishment.”
Draco and Harry watched as Knob tore open Caius’ trousers, shredded Verrucous’ clothes and harshly divested Plautus of his coverings. Their mouths opened and appeared to shout obscenities, not that the Silencio allowed them to be heard. Despite their chagrin all three cousins were soon sprouting erections. The two Blakes made to leave.
“Before you go, please lift the Silencio, I don’t mind the shouting. I use it to gauge how effective my technique is. Whatever happens, they soon go hoarse.”
Draco smirked: “Very good, we’ll do it after we have secured the house. I shouldn’t want anyone thinking that it was vacant. After all, although we purchased it at a knock-down price, we don’t want it knocked down.” He lifted the hex.
Verrucous shushed his noisy cousins: “Why the low price?”
“Bole senior has this big fine to pay as reparations.”
“He said he had fixed it.”
“The Wizengamot unfixed it! That’s why Knob is here. I do hope you learn to treat him respectfully, because he’s in charge of you now.”
Verrucous had to shush his cousins’ outrage again: “How long are we going to be here like this?”
Draco adopted his most callous grin: “As long as it takes. I expect you’ll be naked erelong.” He looked at Knob: “How long do you think?”
Knob grinned back: “Each of the others took two days. These look tougher so about three days, d’you think?”
“Very good, three days each, the others can hang around and watch.” He turned to the captives: “A minimum of nine days … Hmm … Allowing for intransigence, maybe a fortnight.”
Verrucous had to shush his cousins’ loud protestations yet again: “We’ll be dead from hunger by then.”
“No, you won’t. Knob will give you some nourishment and liquids to drink. No doubt they’ll contain certain substances. However, if you refuse them think of the alternative – a long and agonising death by starvation, not to mention your overworked and sore genitalia. We’ll call in to see how you’re progressing every day or so.”
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