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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]

~~~ ABDULMURALLA ~~~
The family at Godric’s Hollow settled down to a new existence without one of them being there. Albus and Scorpius felt it most, because they had no-one to tease and play pranks on. Lilly missed her big brother, because he would stand up for her when the other two became too boisterous. However, with Astoria’s connivance, she started to develop ways of getting her own back. Ginevra’s ‘bat bogie hex’ was difficult to learn for one so young in years, but she tried. Occasionally with humorous results. Soon the pair of boys learned not to plague their younger sister and looked for other forms of amusement. Rarely did Albus and Scorpius fall out, they behaved more like twins. In fact, many people treated them as such, despite their different hair colouring, much to the boys’ amusement. Uncle George was a source of information on japes that he and his deceased twin had pulled. Somehow that helped George to come to terms with his loss, that and a portrait of Fred that Draco and Harry had had Terbia paint.
###
Just before Samhain Carlos came to see the seers:
“Have you any special designs on the placing of the next portal?”
“We haven’t placed any for a few equinoxes recently. Why do you ask?”
“Well … It’s quite a long story.”
Draco cast a tempus: “We have time, so come and sit down.”
They moved into the study.
A: *Ginny and I will listen in, unless you want us.*
D: *You’ll suss out if you’re needed, no doubt.*
A: *Quite!*
When they were furnished with cups of tea and were sitting comfortably Carlos started:
“You are aware that the Moorish kingdoms in Spain encouraged the study of alchemy and magic.”
“We were given an insight during Binns’ boring lectures, yes?” agreed Draco.
“Some of the names were almost unpronounceable,” added Harry: “It’s a good thing there weren’t any questions in our NEWTs about them.”
“Alberto Ladino’s a reasonable professor but he emphasises his own Latin background. So maybe I can fill in a few of the gaps. I am at this time concerned with Al Andalus, the last southern Moorish kingdom. This was one of the counties under the Cordovan Caliphate But in 1031 when that kingdom disintegrated; various county rulers fought amongst themselves to form their own Emirates. So quite soon the Almorids took over as Emirs. Various dynastic battles took place and Granada took over two adjacent taifas. Without doing a ‘Binns’ on you I will not recite all the various Emir’s names and their families’ origins. Suffice it to say that the Nasrid Dynasty took over in 1238 until deposed in 1492, by Ferdinand and Isabella. The last Sultan, Muhammad XII ruled as client king but eventually went into exile in North Africa where he died.”
“Fine … Got the potted history, but what has that to do with us?”
D: *Patience, Harry!*
“It’s about one of Muhammad’s clients that we are interested. He had an alchemical scholar in his employ called Abdul Rashid Sehir, who was a mage. Seems he had a mixed parentage, his line going back to both Eugenio Torralva and Abdu Musa Jabir. Both noted mages in their time. Now when the Christians took over, they were not that happy with Abdul continuing his practice and were going to make him the main guest at an Auto-da-fe. A few of Muhammad’s ex-subjects got to hear of their plans and warned Abdul. It seems that Muhammad had granted Abdul a small hill palace in the Sierra da Huétor which could be seen from the Alhambra. So, Abdul practiced his arts and created a glamour roughly like the one that hides Hogwarts or Cerroverde. Thus, when a detachment of the Christian Monarchs’ army were sent to arrest him, all they could do was find a ruin. There were two other expeditions sent to find and arrest him, but he remained concealed.”
“What happened to him?”
“Those in the know could contact him, as had the ones who warned him. And for just over a hundred years he practiced his healing ministry. The local bishop found out about him, saw the results of his good works and covertly made him into a monk. Brother Credo continued to live in his cell in the ruins of the mountain palace. As you can imagine, they weren’t really ruins; and there is a rumour that the bishop and his successors occasionally would go to an adjoining cell for a sabbatical. It takes little imagination to know how they were really entertained. Now when Abdul/Credo died, it seems that the revelatory secret died with him.”
“Oh dear! That might have been useful”
H: *I suspect there’s more, Draco.*
This is where Monsignor Riccardo comes into the picture. We know of his muggle origins and we also know of his active interest in church-mage relationships. I think a real contact with the magical world has spurred him into further research. He has been granted access to the ancient records of the Archdiocese of Granada and has turned up a very interesting document. It’s in a small mediaeval Latin script and it is the instructions for revealing Abdul’s palace. As could be expected it includes a blood recogniser.”
Draco chuffed: “So now all you have to do is trace some of Abdul’s blood relations and hope that they have the Fluence.”
“Exactly! Monsignor Riccardo has been able to provide Cerroverde with authorised copies of various manuscripts. They include the Abdul document and a large number of family trees. Guess what. A Malfoy ancestor is included. No doubt because of Guéthary being close to the Spanish border. The y’Azimbura family also has an entry in the genealogy, too. However, I expect that the genes are well adulterated. Hermione has found a number of instances where a blood ward had been lifted by combining the blood of two blood lines who shared a common ancestor.”
“Got the idea, Carlos,” said Draco: “What purpose would reactivating Abdul’s wards serve?”
“Apart from Cerroverde, the adult Iberian magicals have no base, in the same way that the British and other Europeans have. Really the school is not a good place for adults to meet, converse or undertake business. There are not that many of us at the moment, but to have a home-base, so to speak, where we could trade and invite Gringotts to open a branch, would be very helpful. The Italians now have one in Venice, based close to your Palazzo so we Iberians would like such a possibility. We have a picture of what we think is Abdul’s retreat. It seems to be based on the open courtyard principal. Having seen the development in Vienna around your courtyard. It seems to me that an equivalent might be possible in Abdul’s Palace. However, we have to get inside first and it would be an advantage to be linked-in to our network so that it can be defended by the usual ward dome. Let me show you the picture of Abdulmuralla.”
Harry squinted over Draco’s shoulder: “Looks a bit like a square edition of a roman amphitheatre.”
“Do you think that grey-blue colour represents water?”
“If it’s modelled on the Alhambra, then it’s most likely.”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
“One of my friends has a hacienda nearby, where he lives. I’m sure he could be prevailed upon to give us some accommodation, even if it’s a tent in the garden.”
“A tent would be the best idea. We still have the one that we used to find Bert. It would be part our establishment and then the elves could feed us, so as not to impose on our host.”
Pop: Bobby and Robbie appeared: “This time may we serve you? Pullet and Phealey get all the interesting jobs.”
“Fine! They came last time because they knew more combative hexes. This time it looks as though it’ll be fairly peaceful.”
“Thanks! And we’ll see another part of Spain. We’ve read a lot about the Alhambra.”
Draco chuckled: “Ulterior motives, as well.”
“You don’t really mind, do you?”
“No! Don’t forget you’ll have to adopt muggle glamours when you visit it.”
“Thanks!” The pair popped away.
Meanwhile Carlos had been using the floo: “Yago is looking forward to meeting two famous mages.”
Draco groaned.
“We’re definitely taking a tent,” Harry bristled: “At least in there we can be private.”
“It’s alright! I said you were on a walking holiday, to get away from the crowds. I didn’t say what we were looking for either. Let’s find it and make sure we can get in first. Besides Yago’s a solitary kind of bloke. Not like those nincompoops who gawp after Harry. I know what it's like; being an almost spitting image of him. Yago works as a mountain warden. Lots of silly muggle holiday makers go into the sierras in the wrong kind of clothes. He tells me nasty stories of them getting sunburn, heatstroke, dehydrated, plus being stung by plants, snakes and insects.”
“Point made. We’ll go in the proper gear and take ample water with us.”
Carlos smiled wryly: “I hadn’t thought you wouldn’t,” he replied archly. Yago has a certain eminence granted him. He’s the one who gets the difficult rescues. We know why he can, but the muggles don’t. Although he thinks that the chief warden suspects.”
“It’s a bit far to floo from here. I wonder if it’s too far from Cerroverde.”
“It’s alright for talking but not travelling. Mother has a friend in Penarroya which is about halfway. It’s an old mining district, mostly decayed. She won’t move, Mother makes sure she’s got enough to eat. Usually when her elf pops over. Witch Zeta, is a bit deaf and is quite content to sit in her parlour, reading and writing. Her floo is in the kitchen and the elf keeps her out of it. So, when we pass through there's no need to disturb her. Last time she tried to cook she set herself on fire. Her elf’s getting quite good at aquamenties and healing lotions. Imelda has been teaching her, as well as keeping an eye on Zeta.
"Fine! You have it all worked out. When do you want us to leave?"
"Uhm! Tomorrow, possibly?"
AD&G: *WE'RE FREE.*
A: *It might be better if you two boys go, first. Ginny still has the family to look after and I can be your proxy at the Wizengamot, if things take longer. Besides, if you take a miniaturised cabinet with you, I can arrange to be at our hacienda to charm it into a portal.*
D: *Very well. Just the two of us.*
"Fine. Draco and I will come with you to start with. We'll call our wives once we get there.
"Right, I'll see you two at Cerroverde after breakfast." Carlos ported away.
"Harry, I think we'd better check out the tent, don't you?"
Pop: Robbie appeared: "We’ve it erected on the lawn. There are a couple of repairs needed. Once you've done them, we'll spring-clean it. It smells a bit musty."
"Are you not able to repair it?"
"They're complicated mage charms, Harry. Seems that a Parselmouth is needed."
"Fine. I hope I can do them. Speaking to other beings I'm used to, but charms, in Parseltongue are a new area of endeavour."
###
D&H went out onto the lawn. There were a couple of rents. Harry had a practice repairing some bits of torn cloth first. Although the wand flourish was the same, he had to revert to pronouncing Brythonic words in Parseltongue before anything useful was repaired. That done, they found that one of the space making charms was wobbling. The guest bedroom kept on wavering between actual size and thaumic size. It was those fluctuating tensions that had caused the rents in the canvas to begin with. They accioed various books and studied them.
"Maybe we should scrap it and buy a new one," suggested Draco: "We can easily afford it."
"Not until I've failed completely to stop it. Now read me that Latin charm again. Now translate it into Brythonic, please?"
"I'm not that good at the old tongue, you know."
"Better than I am, by a long chalk. At least your parents tried to teach you. Uncle Vernon still doesn't like the Welsh, even if he's come to terms with our world, now. His reaction is still to shout louder when confronted by a non-English speaker."
It took a number of experiments, during which both of them learned more of the mechanisms involved in creating thaumic space. It also gave them a deeper understanding of the thaumic mechanics involved in making cabinets. By the end of the day they understood what actually happened when they created these connections and why ley-lines were so important. Despite Draco's reluctance at the beginning he became enthralled by this new line of thaumic endeavour. Two very satisfied partners retired to bed for their normal gratification before sleep.
###
Breakfast, and a report that the tent was still stable and then porting to the hacienda to meet Carlos.
In the end, they did stop off to meet Zeta. Her deafness was a slight barrier, but her story telling was excellent. It seems she was the Spanish equivalent of Witch Bagshot. She was writing a history of the Iberian mages and her presentation of what Binns had made boring, was lively and entertaining.
H: *We should try and get her to teach History of Magic at Cerroverde.*
D: *At the moment it does have an Italian slant. I'm sure if we presented it from the Iberian point of view, Alberto would allow for a split class.*
A: *Might be a good line to sell to Minerva, as well. You know, different view-points etc.*
In the end they had lunch with Zeta, who said, when asked, that she would consider taking day release house groups in Iberian history. Then it was a floo journey to Yago's Demesne and the Andalusian Mountains.
###
Having met Yago they went with him on an exploratory walk. Properly kitted out and quiet, they walked soundlessly around his local sierra-range. There the pair of seers learned about the dangerous plants and saw some of the rarer wildlife. Harry even managed a couple of Parseltongue conversations with the resident snakes, not that they produced any information about Abdulmuralla. That hissing conversation impressed Yago no end. Thanks to Neville's influence, the seer pair were able to converse in matters natural and gain Yago's respect. Draco used his wiles during their preliminary ramble to get Yago to talk about the various ruins. He also told them of the signs that the other ramblers used to indicate interesting paths. They followed a couple. One was inside a narrow twisting rock defile, the rock floor of which the peasants of long-ago had cut into steps. Another was equally narrow; cut into the side of a cliff following its contours. Not for the vertically challenged, this. Half a metre wide, few handholds, and at least a hundred meters straight down if you miss-stepped.
D: *I think this is a test. To see how brave we are.*
H: *I'm glad we have our miniaturised sticks with us. One slip and I'll have mine expanded and between my knees.*
D: *Same here!*
Over dinner in his cabin Yago granted that he thought they were suitable to go exploring the difficult terrain without supervision. However, he did get them to recite the check list of what to do in an emergency. Then he giggled:
"I expect you use the same means as I do when no-one is watching. May I show you a very useful charm for when you do. It's called 'Persona Indicator' I use to ensure no-one is in the vicinity. I also use it to find lost hikers, and those who are injured. Either through their own fault or accidentally."
"We had heard that you have quite a reputation for finding lost holidaymakers."
"They're the worst. No precautions quite often. Unsuitable footwear, sneakers, sandals and the like are no use in this rough terrain. What was going to be a pleasant half-hour stroll becomes a nightmare of hidden tracks and pitfalls. Ugh! Then, what they believe is suitable clothing; you wouldn’t believe!"
The seer pair went into their tent whilst Carlos stayed in Yago's guest room - also used for foolish holidaymakers to recover in.
###
Morning came, Yago was out on patrol. During breakfast Draco repeated what he had, over the previous afternoon, gleaned from Yago's hints. Comparing the old maps to a modern one and using Carlos’ computer to view the countryside. The Google electronic maps and scans were a great help, they narrowed down the possibilities to three sites. ‘Persona Indicator’ gave no results so out came the brooms. Every couple of miles they had to land and do another search for humans, but it was much easier than doing it the conventional way.
One jump had them receive a positive indication; so, they became ramblers for a time. Being so quiet they nearly trod on two honeymooners, [at least they supposed they were honeymooners] doing, en-plein-air, what you would expect honeymooners to do when alone, The man's back was starting to show signs of sunburn, not that that was his main concern just then. Draco carefully noted down their position and the time. Just in case they were overcome by heatstroke. After watching from concealment for five minutes they moved off without disturbing the tryst.
A couple more hops and they found the overgrown ruins. It was difficult to make out what they were in their tumbled state. There were no thaumic resonances either. Eventually they decided that this had been an ancient monastery or nunnery.
That exploration had taken the best part of the day, so they had returned to the tent by six o'clock. After dinner, using the cloak and the twin broom, D&H did a quick recce over the site where the honeymooners had been. Nearby they spotted a tent and the girl applying an ointment on the boy's back. Apart from him being sore, they seemed in reasonable shape.
The next day took in the second site. Whilst on the way, the charm showed up another person, so they landed and walked, only to find Yago walking towards them. Laughing, they used thaumic means to go on their way. This ruin was on the top of a hill and held some thaumic resonances. However, the long search turned up nothing vaguely resembling the picture. In the end they supposed that it had been a magicals’ croft or else somewhere where some mages had stopped whilst escaping from the fascists. Slightly disheartened they returned to the tent and an evening meal.
~~~ NEXT DAY ~~~
This terrain was rougher than the previous two. There were no cogent beings indicated by the charm, nor any signs of human activity. A couple of exploratory landings had them find some broken steps on a cliff face, and a blocked defile at another landing. The going by foot was nigh on impossible. Carlos said he would stay on the ground if D&H would like to do an aerial reconnaissance on the twin under the cloak. Using Carlos as the anchor the seers made some star like sorties over the mountains. Each time they landed the steerer would swap with the observer. Both jobs were equally taxing, but they felt that a change was as good as a rest.
"There seems to be a half-round shape down there, Harry" Draco, the observer, pointed.
"Fine! Let’s take a closer look."
Although densely overgrown the size and shape of this semi-circular area looked possible. They landed and immediately sensed thaumic traces.
"Looks promising!"
"Mmm ... Let’s go and look over there."
They shoved their way through the vegetation to find a vertical structure enveloped in ivy. In the centre the creepers were moving in the breeze, so they investigated there first. The creepers formed a curtain, behind which there was an opening. Checking first for poisonous plants, they shoved their way through into a small courtyard with walls around three sides. In the side walls were two narrow doorways. They peered into one. There were the remains of some furniture, almost rotted away.
"That stone bench could easily have been a hermit's bed. That wood could have been a desk under that window-like opening. That pile of sawdust a chair?"
"Fine! We may have found Abdul's or the Bishop's cell. If the other one looks much the same, then we have a possibility."
The other cell's furniture was slightly better preserved and confirmed their guesses. Not that the chair would have stood up to anyone sitting on it.
"Now we need to find the falcon emblem."
Harry rooted around in a corner: "There's a stone basin here with a trickle of water passing through. It's got the falcon emblem on one side of it." He cleared away the fallen leaves and revealed what could have been a washbasin hewn out of the rock. A dribble of water emerged from a small hole just below the rim and disappeared through another in the bottom of the basin.
Harry giggled: "Once I'd put the plug in, I'd have to wait an hour before I had enough water to wash in."
Draco chuffed: "Mmm. Where's the falcon symbol?"
"Here, in what could be the soap holder."
"Well, we were told in the manuscript to wash ourselves properly. The soap would disguise it. Very good! Shall I go to get Carlos?"
"Fine! I'll set up a homing beacon. It was Just luck that we found it."
Draco bristled: "No it wasn't. It was my keen eyesight; I'll have you know."
Harry grinned maliciously: "Fine! I'll not set up the beacon then."
"Hmm! On second thoughts, maybe you were right. Please set up the beacon."
"Even after all this time we've been lovers, I can still set you up, can't I?"
Draco hugged Harry and kissed his cheek, by way of an answer. Then, donning the cloak and mounting up he went to fetch Carlos. Quarter of an hour and the trio were peering at the side of the washbasin. Comparing the falcon there with the falcon on the manuscript.
Whilst waiting Harry had scrubbed the basin clean, using the trickle of water. Once arrived, Draco and Carlos pricked their fingers over the emblem and made the joint wand gesture: "REVELIO ARTES!"
Little happened for a minute. Just as they were about to give up the falcon emblem began to squirm. As they watched it transformed into the 'Three Hallows' sign.
Draco peered at it and thought. "It looks as though it's your turn Harry. You have the Peverell blood."
Harry shrugged, pricked his finger, dropped blood on the emblem and said: "Revelio Portam!"
"Why did you say that?"
"Fawkes’s prompting!"
There was a slithering noise and a snake glided out of a crack above the washbasin.
#Who desires entry?#
#I, the rightful heir to the Peverells and two companions who have the blood of Abdul Rashid Sehir in their veins.#
#Who gave you the right of entry?#
#The Bishop of Granada.#
#He still lives?#
#No! His successor is now an Archbishop."
#You answer truly. Please enter.# The snake disappeared back into its crack.
The trio looked out of the cell's door and found the back wall of the courtyard had melted. It now revealed a series of Moorish archways leading up some shallow steps in the roadway into the daylight. It also revealed a number of snakes wriggling in the dust and dirt. One of them was the snake they had encountered in the cell.
#Are there no elves to greet us,# asked Draco, using his improved Parseltongue.
#The last one lived for nearly two hundred years, Buttercup. He died centuries ago.#
#Buttercup?# Draco tried not to sound too offended.
#Yes, the colour of your hair.#
#My real name is Draco.#
#We don’t like dragons, so you’re Buttercup; see!#
Harry fell about laughing, so did Carlos when it had been explained to him.
Draco realised that not many people would know of his Parseltongue nickname and felt that it was more important than quibbling: #Very well! What do you call my partner then?# indicating Harry.
#The Heir. It was his blood not yours that alerted us to an important visitor.#
D: *Harry top again, I see?*
H: *You should be used to it by now. Or were you offering the position for tonight’s revel?#
D: *Gutter brain!* #And the Heir’s lookalike?#
# Abdul-heir.#
#You’ve named us. How are you called?#
#Sisyphus. I take it you want us to show you the premises? Or do you want to barter more words?#
#Show us the premises, please, Sisyphus,# Harry tried to head off the animosity brewing between Draco and Sisyphus: #I have heard such a lot about the fabled Abdulmuralla.#
#At least you appreciate us. This way, Heir Harry, please.#
#Thank you!# H: *Seems like another Peverell property? I didn’t know I had Abdul's blood in me as well.*
D: *More like Abdul had Peverell blood in him.*
H: *I keep on forgetting how old my ultimate ancestors were.*
As the snakes led the way the seers noticed that the markings on their backs resembled the ‘Three Hallows’. The party entered a courtyard with a pool at its centre fed by a waterfall from the terrace above. On three sides, behind the wide pool surround, was a loggia fronted by smaller Moorish arches. Draco looked up and counted at least six more terraces.
D: [casting a tempus] *We have half an hour left before Astoria goes back home. Not time enough to explore all this. We’ll have to stay the night anyway.*
A: *I have a meeting in the evening, so I cannot be too late.*
H: *Fine!* #Um … Sisyphus. Is there somewhere nearby fairly private that has a small cupboard?#
#Yes, Heir Harry. In the floo suite, through the caretaker’s area just here on the left,# and pointed with his head.
Harry peered into part of the loggia and saw a door on the left. Then he marvelled at the ingenuity the snakes used to open it. He went to open the next door himself and found that it led into a suite of three floos plus a suitably sized cupboard for a portal. Draco looked in and agreed that it was reasonable. Another door led into a dim passageway inside the rock which led as far as a right turn into a short corridor with four doors. One door led into a reasonably sized room with a few very old-fashioned but comfortable-looking easy-chairs, a dining table with upright chairs, and a picture window looking out diagonally over Granada in the far distance. Two other doors, one at each end of this corridor led into similar sized rooms, but done out as bedrooms. The view was very much the same. The final door led to the bathroom.
#Sisyphus, I am surprised how well preserved the furniture is.#
#Abdul placed preservative charms on them when he closed up the palace. So, our tradition tells us. Only the cells were in use towards the end of his life. That is why the sparse furniture there rotted away. You will notice the ancient glass in the windows, it allows the light in, but to see the views you would need to open the casements. If you do, please be very careful because we suspect these are very fragile now.#
#Do I suppose that the windows are glamoured from the outside?#
#That is correct, Heir Harry. Why did you want a cupboard?#
#To make into a portal.#
There then followed a description of the portals and the system by Harry: as Draco got down to business with Astoria. Once the portal was opened various people began to arrive. Then came the introductions to their spouses. The three children had a chance to practice their rudimentary Parseltongue and a short explanation took place about the family’s conjoint arrangements. Carlos was handed through to Cerroverde and brought back Nigel and Leanne. Next came Kreacher and Dorothy.
“Harry, is there a Mordomo here?”
“Sort of. Do you speak Parseltongue?”
“We elves have been listening in to your lessons with the children, Harry,” replied Dorothy: “Why do you ask?”
#Meet Sisyphus. He is the snake in charge of the palace.#
Dorothy looked at the rearing snake: #Pleased to meet you Sisyphus. I am Dorothy, the seers’ chatelaine. Kreacher here, is their Reeve, but I’m afraid he speaks no Parseltongue.#
#I greet both leaders of Heir Harry’s household. I suspect, from you mentioning your status that his entourage is rather large.#
#We are directors of the Harco trust … … # and Dorothy entered a long hissing discussion with Sisyphus.
Kreacher looked at the two embroiled beings and shook his head: “Any idea what you’re going to use this place for Harry?”
“Carlos has this idea to make it into an up-market Diagon Alley, but we’re open to suggestions, too.”
“It was originally built as a pleasure palace, Harry,” Carlos informed them: “But it has been used for other things as well. Now I have seen the place, I will have to modify my dreams, somewhat.”
“No doubt the Corps will become involved. The place needs a good clean. The dirt is inches deep on the floor.”
“Thanks, Kreacher. Is it possible that there are tesserae set in the floors? If so, the dirt may have been deliberately spread to preserve them. I have seen archaeological sites where sand is deliberately spread to preserve delicate mosaics.”
“I’ll bear that in mind, Carlos.”
There was a splash.
“This pool isn’t very deep, Dads,” yelled Albus, in an annoyed tone.
Both dads went back to the lower courtyard. There stood a number of naked children in the pool, with the water just below their knees.
Draco chuckled: “I think you’ll find its purpose is ornamental and for cooling, Al. Perhaps you all had better get dressed. You can always go back to the cottage and swim, if you like.”
“Okay, but we’re having a look round here first.” Their three kids got out and Ginevra cast a quick drying charm on them, before they dressed hurriedly.
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