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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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[Note: “x-x” = speech & ‘x-x’ = thoughts & *x-x* = telepathy & #x-x# Parseltongue]
(References but no outright descriptions of sexy goings-on)
~~~ FARMING ~~~
Four days later the Blakes heard a report that Jason Carrow had absconded from his Uncle’s residence; stealing some valuable jewels in the process. Draco knew of the jewellery fences from his father’s days and a discreet watch was kept. Sure enough, two days later Jason was seen entering Borgin and Burke’s shop. The proprietors, responding to requests from two powerful mages, had been warned and, whilst one of them appeared to bargain, the other flooed Harry. Two hooded people apparated over and took him into custody.
Jason’s uncle had all the stolen jewellery returned intact. Jason was, however, taken to Elm Tree Cottage by his hooded captors, where he joined three contrite Bole cousins in their naked incarceration. On their next monitoring visit Draco and Harry had to feign surprise at a fourth very turned-on captive. Knob used his arts to force a reluctant Jason to tell them why he was imprisoned. That include admitting again that he had molested the students.
Draco thought the other three should be reminded. Harry disagreed mildly; but was prepared to support his mate’s decision. Unctuous, Raucous and Credulous, each spent a day in the forest bothy, taken there by their hooded captors, and being reminded of what would happen if they strayed. They incidentally learned of Jason’s attempted defection and heard of the Bole cousins’ capture.
On the ninth day, Knob came to see Harry and Draco: “I have an interesting story to tell you about the Bole cousins and Jason. Perhaps you should look upon their misdemeanours from a different stance. I hope I’m not stepping beyond my station.”
Harry smiled at him: “We haven’t fully worked out how you fit yet, Knob. Tell us what you have found out, that might help the process.”
“Erm … You see … It Concern’s Draco’s father and some of his followers.”
It was Draco’s turn to put the kobold at ease: “If he’s been doing nasty things, issuing obnoxious hexes, or causing others to do so, I want to know. Not because I would be angry with the informant, but disgusted at my father’s depravity. Every week we learn more of his nefarious goings-on. Knowing, helps us to combat his wiles and strengthen our wards.”
“Good … I thought that that was the case. I take it you know about geas?”
“Harry’s the expert, I just help.”
“I am not a gullible fool even if the Boles and their friends think I am. However, there is a consistency in their stories which ought to be investigated. If what they say is true. If, I say if,” Knob repeated: “Then they might have had a geas or two cast on them. Either by the Seignior or one of his satraps. The gist of it seems to be do-or-be-done-to.”
“I was subject to that kind of hex,” explained Draco: “It was fuck or be fucked – same idea. Between Harry and me, the first to be fucked would be subservient to the other. It was Voldie’s idea that I should take Harry and then present him as a slave. I did not like that idea so Harry and I came up with a scheme whereby Voldie thought I’d fucked Harry first, in front of witnesses, but we had already sealed our pact previously the other way round.” He grinned: “We’ve made love to each other so many times that the geas has faded away. At least it doesn’t seem to be active.”
“What makes you think that some of them had a geas placed on them?” asked Harry.
“It was Jason who first drew my attention to the possibility. That business of stealing his uncle’s property and then trying to fence it, could have been a cry for help. He seemed so relieved that he was again subject to my authority, and that I had him tied up and was interfering with him. Not at all the kind of behaviour that I expected. Then again, when you had me remind the other three, they seemed to welcome it, too. Not objecting but participating willingly in their own debauchment. I’ve seen goblins under that kind of geas. They happily accept the sexual advances of the other kobolds. Not many are like young Ganymede, who kept on objecting.”
“Is it possible that when a goblin is sentenced, he has a geas placed on him by the court?” mused Draco: “Could one place a geas for a limited time?”
“My studies show that a geas can be placed with a limit on it. Not of time but of condition,” Harry supplied: “The condition might be of true repentance, a person’s soul cannot fool the geas’ requirements. I even read of a family geas that recurred when a later generation abrogated its conditions. For that matter, your geas, Draco, was fulfilled once you’d fucked me, that’s why it has no force now. Some geas have to be fulfilled regularly, but some token can usually be found that satisfies it, without harming the recipient too much. I think we should talk to Jason first. Perhaps you should make sure he’s had his sexual exercise before he sees us, Knob, then he’ll be relaxed enough to be truthful.”
“I could sneak some Veritaserum into his drink.”
“No Draco, at least not until we are sure he’s resisting. Or, of course, if he wants to prove that he’s telling the truth.”
“Very good! You went along with my suggestion earlier, I’ll go along with yours now. Like you, it’s with reservations, though.”
“What if we invited him to lunch? It would be at Elm Tree Cottage, of course. The relaxed mood of a meal might make him forthcoming.”
“A loose ankle binding would suffice to stop him running away. Are his clothes reasonable, Knob?”
“His uncle sent some in a case. With a note saying he was not welcome unless he could prove himself trustworthy.”
“At least it wasn’t an outright rejection. That and his homelessness gives us another couple of levers, too.”
“Lunch tomorrow then?” Knob enquired.
Harry shrugged: “Why not, I’m free and Draco’s waiting for a potion to cure.”
“It’s Reddesuccislorem,” Draco chuckled: “Someone seems to be using quite a lot at the moment.”
“Oh … Sorry … I’ll stop.”
Harry gently patted the kobold on the shoulder: “You’ll have to get used to his humour, Knob. He’s only joking. If you don’t use some of the enormous batch he’s prepared, we’ll still be using it up in twenty years’ time.”
Knob placed his hand over Harry’s: “I understand … I’m still getting used to the whole set up. Dorothy’s got a couple of trainee domestic elves looking after the house and preparing meals. I think they secretly watch when I service the captives.”
“Our two elves watch us sometimes, but then they are gay, and we occasionally see them at it.”
“Harry, you forget that our elves watch us all the time,” Draco observed: “That’s how they know what we want before we ask.”
Harry chuffed: “You’d think I’d got used to that by now, but I haven’t.”
“Probably your muggle semi-slave existence before you came to Hogwarts.”
“Um … Now there’s a thing … I used to try and predict what my guardians needed … I didn’t get slapped or kicked as much if I got it right.”
Draco looked sheepish: “That’s what Father taught me, you know. Mother preferred to ask. We got better service that way.”
“Does that mean that the two elves regard me as a master?” Knob enquired.
“More likely one of the team,” replied Harry: “That’s the deal we’ve worked out with our elves and our goblin friends and, for that matter, the other races.”
“I see … Now I understand why you weren’t cross when I made my observations about our captives.”
Draco chuckled: “Our captives. You made me feel like my father for a few seconds. I think that we’d like to reform them, not force them, as believing Christians ought. That’s why we intend looking into this geas idea … Oh no … I wonder if it’s one of his subterfuges to bring discord into our society. It’s the sort of sneaky thing he’d do. Start a nasty tradition going, based on the sexual inquisitiveness of teen-mages. Nice one, Father, but you won’t get away with it!”
“Fine … That gives us another line to follow up.”
~~~ LUNCH ~~~
“Why am I here?” Jason scowled.
“Because of what you did to the young students.”
“Yes, I know that. But I mean why here, dressed and being offered lunch?”
“To see if you’ve learned your lesson. Let’s start eating before it gets cold.”
“I wasn’t aware I was being taught.” Jason looked puzzled as he took his first mouthful.
“So why did you think you were being kept downstairs?”
“Because I’ve been caught by someone stronger and they like doing much the same things. Do I get incarcerated and you play with me after we’ve eaten?”
“Is that what you want?”
“Well … You’re both quite presentable, so I wouldn’t mind. I hear you’ve got the biggest dongs in Magicdom. Would I be able to have a feel? Or are you going to fuck me?”
“We reserve that kind of behaviour for our partners, Jason. It’s our way of showing love for our love for them. We enjoy pleasing our partner that way.”
“Would that I had that possibility.” Jason’s defiant smirk was clouded by a look of chagrin.
“Have you not found a partner yet?”
“Who’d want a tainted son of a death-eater family? So, I get my kicks wherever I can.”
“What about your mates, here, or the other three?”
“As I said, we’re all tainted. No one gives a damn if we live or die. We’re lucky to have any income, because the Wizengamot took most of our families’ fortunes in reparations. Nobody wants to employ us either.”
“Can you explain what you mean by tainted, Jason?” asked Harry.
“Don’t ask me that, please?” Jason looked fearful.
H:*I can sense something there. Quite often, a part of a geas is a curse to not reveal it.*
D:*From the geas maker’s point of view, that seems a reasonable precaution.*
“I’m going to tell you something, Jason,” said Harry: “Maybe it will ring a bell with you. As Draco said, one of the things I have studied deeply are geas. They take all forms; many force the recipients to do things they would normally reject. Imagine a young man of about your age. The geas usually uses something hidden in his psyche. Thus, if his tendencies have a sexual bias, quite normal in all people, the geas could emphasise those yearnings. So, if he were gay, the geas could be made to make them feel perpetually randy and need to satiate it in one way or another.”
Jason smiled knowingly: “I don’t think he would be perpetually randy. It would just build up until he had to do something about it.”
“Fine. So, the geas would be likely to quieten down, until the next bout. Quite often there’s a cycle in these cases. The longest is usually a year and the shortest no less than weekly. According to the books it slackens when you get beyond forty-nine. Nevertheless, they have to be fulfilled even then.”
“If that young man was much my age. He’d have as long to wait as he’d lived; if that was true.”
D:*I’ve been thinking, or maybe it’s a spirit prompt … Hmm … Hecate Grumman is or was an associate of my father’s. She knows a lot about geas and was looking for magicals to practice on. They don’t seem to work as well on muggles, because she tried during Voldie’s reign.*
H:*Thanks!* “It is very difficult to stop a geas, only the caster can rescind it. Some last beyond the caster’s death. Many cease once they die. Now, say the caster was still alive and a satrap and a death-eater parent wanted to punish their son; we could imagine that they’d ask the caster to set a geas on him.”
“The one I’m thinking about was coerced into volunteering, as some of his mates were. I believe some of them were held at wand point until the geas was cast.”
“How shocking,” Harry registered false horror and then winked at Jason: “Who did you say the geas-maker at the Manor was during Voldie’s time, Draco?” Harry watched Jason as Draco replied.
Draco had cottoned on to Harry’s subterfuge: “She was a nasty piece of work, cast that fuck-or-be-fucked geas on me. I shall remember her till I die, she was called Hecate Grumman.”
Harry saw Jason shudder and his face contort as Draco mentioned her name.
“It seems she likes to cast sexual torture geas, mused Harry: “I wonder if it’s her speciality. Possibly she would have the first go afterwards, to make sure it worked.”
“That hypothetical young man, would have been terrified when it happened, I imagine,” added Jason. “Maybe, if the caster were to be killed, the geas might stop. But what happens if the caster cannot be reached.”
“Then those mages helping the victim would seek a way of fulfilling the geas’ dictates, so that less harm came to the person concerned. I know, because I’ve helped other magicals by doing that quite a few times already.”
Jason’s face showed interest: “Say someone gay had a do-or-be-done-to geas cast upon him. If he’d practiced the ‘do’ side could it be changed?”
“Much depends on the intention of the geas. Let us imagine that the victim was geased, because he was refusing to do something demeaning. Then the geas might force him ether to do it, or to experience it. Say it were something sexual like interfering with someone’s sexual organs. Maybe the victim did not wish to do it, then the caster might carry out the act in order to start the geas in one way.”
“I’ve seen that done in Voldie’s court, Harry. Some old fart of a death-eater wanted a young boy, but the young man didn’t fancy him. So, the geas forced him to fuck a muggle prisoner instead. A bit later, there were no prisoners to practice on. The young man became so randy that he had to let the old fart fuck him after all.”
Jason looked stricken and sobbed: “I … No … The young man I’m thinking of had been told to kill someone and fudged it. So, he was geased to give himself to anyone who asked. Only by accident did he find out that the other possibility was possible. I … N-no … I believe the person concerned finds the urge unbearable after about twenty-one days.”
“Do you think his friends suffer from the same kind of geas?”
“I’m almost sure of it.” Jason looked haunted; and glanced around as though he thought he was being spied upon. Seemingly satisfied, he smiled carefully: “I don’t think the curse is working.”
Harry smiled reassuringly: “Remember we were discussing a hypothetical scene, Jason, not a real one. Repeat it to yourself a few times. Yes?”
“Yes!” Jason was silent for a few minutes whilst the elves removed the dirty plates and served the desert. “Erm … Thank you.” As the elf placed his pudding-dish on the table.
The elf looked surprised.
“So, you believe in treating elves decently.”
“My uncle was most insistent. And I saw that you did it, so I supposed it was the norm here too.”
“Yes, it is. We regard them as part of the team, each magical has a different responsibility.”
“So, the kobold is part of that team, also?”
“Yes! However, we are still working out, with Knob, exactly where he fits in.”
“Erm … This may seem presumptuous … But is there a chance for me to join, or am I condemned to be naked and on heat for the rest of my life?”
“Would you like to join?”
“No one else has even bothered to take an interest in me. We sort of existed in our own little dishonourable cocoon. No prospects, but hoping the magical world would forget …”
“… Except for the urges,” added Harry quickly: “There is a possibility of redemption and being part of the team. Much depends on how to fulfil the geas requirements minimally, and what work you could do.”
“Oh! Erm … Herbology and magical creatures were my best subjects. My father was furious when I got poor marks in the brainier subjects. I suppose that’s another reason for not being offered as job. Anyway, his opinion no longer counts, he’s no longer with us, but what kind of job could I do?”
“How about farming? You know growing crops, fertilising them, and harvesting. Perhaps looking after domestic cattle, not magical ones.”
“Would I be allowed to use the Fluence?”
“Yes! Horrty, our agriculture professor could teach you all the charms needed.”
“How would I know when to do things? I know from herbology that each plant has its cycles from seed to harvest.”
“You would be joining a team headed by three gay muggles, a little younger than us. They know about the Fluence and wear charmed medallions. They studied agriculture the muggle way. Now our farms use a mixture of muggle and magical expertise. They’ve produced this food we’re eating.”
“Erm … Does that mean that my friends might have that possibility? We were all tarred by the same brush. If you see what I mean. Erm … We’ve all got much the same credentials too. Hunk might make a good chef. Much to his father’s disgust he took a year’s course at the annex. He did all our cooking for us.”
“Do I take it that Hunk is Unctuous?”
“Yes! We all have nicknames.”
“What about the Bole cousins?”
“Not too sure. Probably the same curse as us; but spoiled by their parents. Life of idle luxury, I suppose. Us four they regarded as plebs. We put up with it because they offered a roof over our heads, and the possibility of fulfilling our enforced urges. Savvy?”
“So, Knob’s attentions have helped, have they?”
“A bit excessive, but yes. The Boles were worse, though.”
“I’m sure we can work that one out, but you’ll have to be honest with him and us about the pressure building up. Then we can work out a suitable relief cycle.”
Jason wiped his mouth on the serviette: “I don’t know how you did it, but I feel somewhat optimistic now. Thanks for the meal. It was much better that being force fed. Do I have to go back?”
“Do you need to?”
“Not at the moment. Probably not for a couple of weeks.”
“Um … Why did you steal the jewellery?”
“Honesty about that too. Well … You see … Knowing the urges … I thought to buy a whore-boy occasionally to relieve the pressure. It was either that or going on the game – exactly what the curse-maker threatened me with. I really didn’t fancy that. If I’d got a reasonable price for the jewels, I s’pose I’d have shared it with the other three. What’s happened to them?”
“So far they’ve had a reminder session each with Knob. I imagine that’s alleviated the pressure on them for the time being.”
“It will have done. You know, now I think of it, the satraps were probably aiming to make us into rent-boys. Enough of the older men liked that kind of thing. Not our scene. Men of about our own age; yes. But not much older than you two. Erm … There were rumours that you were bent at school, but you’re married, aren’t you? Erm … What was that you said about partners?”
Harry chuckled: “We’re both, Jason. We have four children, nearing Hogwarts entry age. We have a wife each, but they prefer each other, just as Draco and I do. Being strong mages from long blood-lines we were prevailed upon to continue them, so we did. It wasn’t that bad an experience once our magics had melded. All four of us are very close friends and we share a house.”
Harry felt Draco grab his hand and Jason saw it. “Oh … Right … Would we be expected to do the same?”
“Each person works out their own destiny, geas allowing. Our Company includes all kinds of pairings and singles plus, for that matter, many different races. Each gives of their talents and receives back lodging, sustenance and loving care. Many, also help in defending those who are attacked by evil forces, such as the satraps, but it’s not mandatory.”
Jason giggled: “Erm … Could I help in getting Hecate Grumman, please?”
“We tend to defend more than being aggressors, but if you prove yourself and she’s attacking someone, then it’s a possibility.”
“Good! I understand that I have to prove myself too. Erm … What next?”
D:*I’ve been probing his mind. He seems up-front. I can sense the geas like a walnut with tentacles.*
H:*Fine. Shall we take him to the village?*
D:*I’m happy, but via the tunnel and post to the Annex.*
H:*Got the idea! Wait for him to prove himself.*
“Shouldn’t I have asked that?” Jason sounded worried.
Harry giggled: “No probs! You’ll have to get used to us. We have brain-to-brain conversations silently. We think you should come with us to the Annex. We can use your tunnel and then post there. After that you can meet the muggle farmers and some others of the team. If that gels, then we need to sort out somewhere for you to stay.”
Jason let out a relieved breath: “That’s a quick decision. I will try very hard not to let you down.”
Draco chuckled: “I’m an exceptional Legillimens, Jason, I sense the honesty in your reply. Occasionally you’ll put a foot wrong. We all do it. Admitting the mistake, saying sorry and making amends is all we can ask.”
“Really? I didn’t feel anything. When we were taught, we could sense someone rummaging around. Thanks for telling me.”
“Harry loaned me his thaumic energy, Jason. That’s why we were holding hands. Our foursome has some extra thaumic powers, each one different. They were given to us by the dragon phrontistery. Most of our colleagues know that. We’re still finding out exactly what we can do. So, my search was merely a whisper. It would have been noticeable had you not been concentrating on something else. It was your attitude I wanted to assess, not your memories. You would definitely have felt me searching then.”
Jason gave a rueful laugh: “So I can hide nothing from you. If I see you two holding hands; I must be careful what I think.”
Harry smiled at Draco and then at Jason: “It could just mean that we love each other and like holding hands, of course. Shall we go?”
Jason nodded and they went downstairs into the cellar.
As they passed through, one of the Boles asked: “Where are you taking him?”
Draco smiled enigmatically: “To a new life, without your evil influence,” and walked into the secret passage.
~~~ TRANSIT & HOPE ~~~
As they were walking through a hallway in Hogwarts, Minerva found them: “Good afternoon Mr. Carrow, how is your career?”
“Looking up now, Headmistress, thank you. I got myself into a bit of bother, but these two gentlemen are helping me improve.”
She looked quizzically at Draco who replied: “He’s going to try out farming, Minerva, to see if that suits him.”
“You were good at herbology, Mr Carrow, it was a big shame your father went wrong. Perhaps with Harry’s and Draco’s help you’ll be able to make the Carrow name respected again.”
“I do hope so Ma’am. On behalf of my family, I hereby renounce any feud that could exist. On my magic and family honour I so swear. My father was a bad-un and tried to force me to follow him, but like Draco here; I wish to distance myself from such despicable acts.”
Minerva nodded her head: “Thank you. I wish you well in your new endeavours. Good day to you all!
“GOOD DAY!” the trio replied.
They posted to the Annex and walked to Woodyates.
“Hi Harry, Draco. Is this the new recruit?”
“Hi Wash, this is Jason. He had a bad dad. No-one would employ him. Wants to try out farming.”
“He’s come to the right place then; we need some more help. You see, we’ve just taken on another farm, Jason. At least the Trust has bought it and it’s become our responsibility … …” Washington introduced the others around the table, muggles, elves, goblins and mages; inviting them all to take tea.
“Thanks for the welcome,” said Jason: “I was good at herbology, I suspect I’m a greenhorn to farming, so you’ll have to show me what to do.”
“No probs! We learned on the job too. I take it you’re a mage, yes?”
“Yes! I’m told you are muggles, but I sense and aura.”
Coleman laughed and produced his medallion: “It’s this scarab. It’s got protection thaums in it plus some other charms. Dean and Seamus charge them for us.”
“That’s elphinite, isn’t it?”
“So, we’re told. We’ve got a mine here that produces bits of it occasionally.”
“Raucous would be interested; he likes rocks and pebbles.”
“Raucous – noisy and wild, is that what you mean?”
Jason giggled: “I have three friends with unfortunate names. They also had bad dads, as Harry puts it. Raucous is one of them, the other two are Unctuous and Credulous.”
Graham chuckled: “They must have been bad dads to give them names like that.”
“Actually, it’s not that bad, we shorten them as you have, I’m Jase; Rous, Hunk and Cred are the others.”
“Are they coming to join us, Harry?”
“That depends, we still have to talk to them yet. However, we need to house Jason for the time being. If the other three join in, then we’ll need a house for them.”
“Would they all be working at Pastures Farm?”
Jason looked hopeful: “I think the four of us would like that. We’re outdoor types.”
“It’s possible. Why do you ask, Horrty?”
“Well … Herms has done a survey of the outfields. Most of them are outside the dome at present. She has a scheme to make a new dome; touching both the Village dome and the Quarry dome as well as the Somerford dome. It’ll be larger than the village dome and cover all the fields of Pastures and Oak farms and many of the Goldhawk Farm’s fields too. It’ll take in Silver Scar and High Nab too. She says the silo near the old farm cottages on the roman road will form the base of the spire. If that’s so then we could make those cottages habitable again. You already know that Mrs Renner has taken Oddball under her wing, now her husband has died, Oddball would like extra help, because his guardian’s getting on a bit.”
G:*Harry, Knob’s looking for you.*
H:*We’re at Woodyates, discussing the new dome.*
G:*Yes, I know, we’ve been listening-in. I’ve discussed it with Herm’s. Tor and I think it’s a good idea.*
A:*Silver Scar and High Nab overlook the village. Having them under a dome would make us more secure. Dean and Seamus like it too.*
H:*Fine by me.*
D:*Me too!* “We seers support that new dome idea, Horrty. If you see Herms first, ask her to get on with it please.”
“I will.”
Knob came in and was introduced to those who didn’t know him.
“Harry and Draco, I have a new inmate at Elm Tree Cottage. Jason’s friend, Unctuous. He came voluntarily needing relief.”
“What kind of relief is that, Knob,” asked Washington.
“Err … … …”
“… … … The same kind that cured you three,” intervened Harry: “He’s had a nasty geas put on him by Lucy. Knob’s applying the same remedy.”
Coleman chuckled: “Do I suppose that you are in the same boat Jase? It can be quite enjoyable. Least it was when Harry healed us three.”
“I’m glad someone else understands. Is yours recurring too?”
“We were hexed. It took a couple of months before we were back on an even keel. Recurring? Not quite sure what you mean,” Coleman smirked: “Unless it’s us sharing a bed and its delights.”
“It’s a little more serious than that,” Draco explained: “The geas seems to require periodic relief from its requirements. That’s where Knob comes in. He’s our expert in that field. Harry will look for a permanent solution, but that will take some time. Meanwhile Knob helps to keep them on an even keel.”
Graham grinned wickedly: “Got any tips, that’ll increase our enjoyment, Knob?”
Knob glanced at Harry, who winked.
“Strip off now and I’ll find out what you already know,” Knob replied with a dirty smirk: “You can be the Exhibit while I demonstrate some techniques to your friends.” He stepped towards Graham with his hands aiming below the muggle’s belt.
“Oh … Ah … No … Maybe later!” Graham placed his hands strategically and blushed.
The whole company burst out laughing at his embarrassment.
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