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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]
DEBAUCHERY
[Some naughty goings-on, when Draco finds a satrap and his brother – Harry joins in]
As the seers’ party climbed; it became obvious that the water system cascaded discreetly from one terrace to the next. There was not an overabundance of water either. They could easily imagine the pleasant tinkling sound that it would make once it was refurbished. D&H saw that each terrace was an oblong ‘U’ shape, open at its southern end to the view over distant Granada. Each terrace was set back over the one below and that its rim held a long pool. Alternately these pools cascaded at their ends or in the centre, providing the meagre flow of water to every part. Each terrace bar the top one, had an arcaded loggia, the loggias were not the same depth and parts of them had what appeared to be blocked doors leading off them. They could also be blind-arcading, that was something they would have to investigate later. The seers could see the potential for both shops and living quarters there. The uppermost terrace was not wide enough to have a loggia as well. Sisyphus informed them that the wall was high enough to provide shelter from the strong winds, and that, according to legend, Abdul had had canvas awnings strung to provide shade.
D: *I’m told that the Spanish mountains can be cold in winter, although it’s quite pleasant now. *
H: *I think the canvas is for the summer, after all, it is late autumn. *
Whilst looking out over the terraces they observed that, although the bottom terrace was enclosed on all sides, the others were open to the view. The flat roof over the entrance into the bottom terrace acted as though it were a stage. After descending they tried an experiment and realised that its acoustics were on a par with the Greek and Roman amphitheatres.
A: *I can imagine us sitting under a sun-shade on our terrace, drinking Aqua Fresca, and listening to a performance of Carmen. *
D: *Nice idea Tor, but a little beyond our budget, I think. How about the Smiling Ones and a habanera instead? *
A: *A good second best! Now I’d better be off to my meeting. *
G: *If this becomes a second Diagon Alley, it ought to be connected by a postern. Same as our academy and London. *
H: *Fine! But only once Gringotts establish a branch here, then they can police it for us. *
D: *Hmm, yes! I think we’ve seen enough for today. There are various thaumic emanations that we need to identify, especially in those blind-arcades. *
H: *I’m getting another pair of cabinets. Then we can connect Yago to here. This place is nigh on invisible. We’re close to Samhain, so it won’t be too difficult to make the connections. *
D: *Don’t forget we’ll have to chat to the ancestors as well. It was just luck I spotted it. I think we’ll have to tame Carlos’ enthusiasm. He’s already allotting spaces in his imagination.
H: *The important thing is getting Gringotts interested. Once the bank has a presence then the shops will follow. Probert’s coming over with the ward team tomorrow. So we should have a safe environment to offer. It’s more like supervising the new Iberian ward team. *
G: *Goodnight you two, I’ll take the kids back with me. Hopefully they’ll sleep well now they’ve had a chase about. *
D&H: *GOODNIGHT! *
H: *Now we have Yago’s co-ordinates, shall I apparate there with the miniaturised cabinet? *
D: *How did you get it?*
G: *I brought it with me with the kids. *
D: *Thanks. Very good, I’ll seal the floo room once we’ve installed them. I was wondering how to make them safe. *
H: *I know you were; I could feel your thoughts. I’m off! * “Apparato!”
Draco brought Sisyphus and his cohort of snakes inside the floo room: #If I ward the room with you inside, you’ll be able to come and go. #
#Yes Buttercup, we understand. # Sisyphus watched interestedly at the many enchantments Draco enacted: #Err … Buttercup will you be covering the whole residence with those wards? #
#Those are just for this room, Sissy. They’re what we call cottage wards and are the most stringent. The Ward team will be here in the morning and putting up village wards. They exclude real malcontents as well. #
#Yes Buttercup! #
Meanwhile Harry had been chatting to Yago:
“We have found Abdulmuralla!”
“You are joking! It’s mythical! I know these mountains like the back of my hand. There’s nowhere where it could have been concealed.”
“It was hidden by a double blood ward, Yago. It looks like a spur sticking out of one of the mountains. You could have climbed all over it without realising it was there.”
“You’re not suffering from heatstroke, are you? That makes you hallucinate.”
“I’ll bet you a meal out in that expensive flamenco café in Granada that it’s true.”
“You’ll take me to Los Campanulas, great!”
“No! You’ll be taking us.”
“Prove to me that Abdulmuralla exists.”
“Do you know what a vanishing cabinet is?”
“Yes. Another expensive plaything which I cannot afford.”
“Well … Courtesy of the Harco Trust we’re giving you one. Where shall I put it, somewhere near a flue if possible?”
Yago looked around, moved a chair and pointed. He was quite surprised when Harry took one out of its stasis box and resized it. He was greatly surprised when it melted into the wall, leaving only the door.
“It leads to Abdulmuralla, care to join us?”
“This should be good. I’ll point out where we really are when we get there.”
“Have you got the scarab on that Carlos gave you?”
“Yes?”
“I must hand you through first time.”
With a sceptical expression, Yago grabbed Harry’s hand and they walked through. There they met Carlos as well as Draco.”
“Where are we?”
“In the residence’s floo room. Come upstairs a see the view of Granada all lit up.”
It took Yago half an hour of wandering and peering out before he admitted that just maybe they were in the fabled Abdulmuralla.
“Remind me never to bet against you again Harry. There’s half of my salary gone in a few hours.”
Harry chuckled: “No way! We’re paying! We intended taking you out somewhere anyway. Fair rent for the food, land and guidance you’ve provided.”
“Are you sure?”
Harry shook his head affirmatively.
D: *Seems like a good sort, offer him the job! *
G: *He had a good aura when I saw him. *
A: *Smelled good too! *
“Yago, could you do with some extra income, mainly in kind?”
“Depends what the job is?”
“Keeping a watchful eye on this place, while we set things up. Basic wages are a house-elf to look after you and your cabin and feed you all at no cost to you.”
“That’s a very good offer. Over half my stipend goes on feeding myself.”
Pop: Kreacher appeared: “One of my corps youngsters would love to do it, Harry. It would be good training for them, to have their own establishment to look after.”
#How’s your Parseltongue? #
#That’s another reason I lead a solitary life, Harry. Spanish mages think it’s a sign of ill-favour. How nice to meet someone else who has the sacred tongue. #
#You’ll have a good reason to be using it regularly then. Sisyphus is the caretaker snake at Abdulmuralla. He’s cogent, I’m not sure about his cohort. They haven’t spoken to me yet. #
#At last, a good reason for having a gift that many people regard as a curse. I think you definitely have me on board, now. #
#I’m glad you’re happy with that, Yago? You and Sisyphus would work together to keep the place secure and liaise with Carlos as to who may be allowed to enter. Most of them will have scarabs like yours. They can be trusted. Anyone else, be careful of. Not that the real baddies could get through the village wards we intend to put up tomorrow. We’d like to extend those to your cabin and its surrounds, too. #
They went through the new portal and met Sisyphus
#I know the kind of wards you have at present Master Yago, # observed the snake: #I saw Buttercup put up some twenty-one times better. I think you’d be foolish to refuse. #
#Okay, I’ll be guided by you, thanks Sisyphus.# “Erm … Harry? Will I be able to go and see Carlos at his house now?”
Carlos chuckled: “All I have to do is hand you through first time, Yago. Just daffodil me before you do.”
Another explanation about daffodils took place and Yago learned about a few more connected destinations as well. Then it was time for bed, but not before Draco and Harry had cast cottage protectors over Yago’s demesne.
~~~ MORNING ~~~
Over breakfast in the morning Harry was reviewing his diary: “Dray, I have a report to present to the Wizengamot tomorrow.”
Draco smiled cynically: “And you haven’t written it yet. Par for the course. Yes I’m quite happy to putter around here for a couple of days. Go on back to our study.”
“Thanks a bunch.”
“You write your best reports like this. The one you agonised over a couple of months ago didn’t sway them at all. Astoria can wield my proxy.”
Draco got a big wet thankyou kiss and Harry ported away.
The blond was not in a hurrying mood; so, when he arrived at the residence, he found Carlos with Gallus and Probert with a strange goblin, wandering around the bottom set of loggias. At least he was strange until he turned around.
“Good morning Sir Draco.”
“Good morning Pennaf Grooly. I hope mage y’Azimbura is not troubling you with his wild schemes.”
“Not too wild, thank you. Gringotts would like to have and outlet in southern Spain. We evacuated the Madrid one when Franco and his fascists came to power and it was never reclaimed. As you know we have an agent in Guéthary who hitherto has served the Spanish magicals. Now recognition is expanding she’s a little busy, so to relieve her by establishing something in the south makes much sense. I must say that you and mage Harry have been very busy setting this up.”
“Far from it. It was Carlos who found the records and gave us the push.”
The Grooly chuckled: “It was young Probert here who did the work on our side too. The Gringotts Keeper of the Records has a love/hate relationship with him, I think. He asks awkward questions and demands useful answers.”
“Really. I never thought of our Probes like that.”
“It’s surprising what having a loving partner can do to a man.”
“Would you two stop discussing me as if I wasn’t here, please?”
“Alright. Why did you two bring the Pennaf and Gallus here? And why are you hiding in this corner?”
“Come and look.”
Draco walked over and peered where Probert was scuffing his shoes in the sand on the ground.
“Is that a rail?”
“We think so, and there’s its compatriot over there.”
“As they lead straight into that wall, do I suppose it’s been sealed thaumically?”
“We think so. There’s supposed to be a link from here to the disused waystation below. This is the most likely spot. Any idea why the floor’s covered in inches of sand?”
“Sisyphus, the caretaker snake, told us that it is to preserve the delicate tesserae below. I think he wouldn’t mind if we cleared some of it away.”
Pop: “Allow me Masters. If you intend to stay, I will clean all of it off. Then it can be washed and polished.” One of the corps members had shown up. “Reeve Kreacher’s promised to send extra hands when that is needed.”
“Thank you. Let’s just temporarily clear this space here, please.” Probert indicated the area with his staff.
Thirty seconds work with rings, staffs, wands and fingers had the place pristine and the sand in a neat pile.
“That’s the emblem we want,” Carlos pointed at a large G encompassing the falcon symbol. Beneath its feet was a small G.”
“Big ‘G’ for Gringotts, small ‘G’ for Grooly,” Georgas chuckled: “Some of our clan would like it the other way around, but one does have to be practical. I think my blood will do for one ‘G’, Gallus’s for the other one, and Carlos plus Draco for the falcon. It seems that Abdul’s blood has diversified over the centuries.”
“If it reveals the Peverell symbol, I’ll call Harry. He’s the only one of the line left. It’ll be interesting to see which of his children carry the stigma.”
“Harry used ‘Revelio Portam’ last time.”
“We’ll use ‘Ddangos Drws’ then. Which flourish did he use?”
Draco showed them and they practiced for a minute.
The pricked fingers and a muddle of incantations caused the wall to melt and reveal the continuation of the rusty rails, not straight ahead but curving to the right and downwards.
“The vellum said that there was a spiral,” remarked Probert.
“Let’s send a few ventilation charms down. This has been closed up for much longer than the underground connection at Grimond Place.”
They took turns, whilst Draco and Probert related the story of finding and connecting the square to the railway station. Quarter of an hour and the upcoming air did not smell too bad. Even then Georgas advised caution. It was a god thing too because they had to re ventilate the spiral twice before they reached the disused waystation.
“Right young man, you and I are going to explore the phaetons,” said Georgas.
“Err … Pennaf Grooly. Would you mind if I don’t accompany you. You see I’m part of the ward team and Abdulmuralla needs new wards urgently.”
“If you don’t mind Georgas, I would be most willing to accompany you.”
“That makes a lot of sense, Gallus. Accompany me you shall. Now, young Probert. Please don’t make the wards as impenetrable as the ones you had to hand me through this morning, otherwise we won’t have any customers.”
“Those were cottage wards, Pennaf. Abdulmuralla will have village wards; they keep the real nasties out but everyone else can pass through.”
“Well done! You obviously know what you’re doing. Bwbach’s blessings on you all.” He went off with Gallus who handed him through into the floo room where they vanished up the chimney.
“Um … Probes … What’s a Bwbach’s blessing?”
“He’s an ancient beneficent goblin from whom we are all descended. A bit like you use Merlin as a name.”
Almost immediately Zacharias and Monach appeared from the portal, accompanied by three new magicals.
“Hi Probes. What’s this ward you need putting up?”
“We need a village one to cover this place.”
“How big is it?”
“Not as big as the village but about eight stories high. We’re going to need to make a semi globe because some of the sides want protecting as well.”
“Sounds as if we’ll deed diagonal thaumic anchors then.”
“Too true! And whoever drives them in will have to be held in Ascension.”
“That’ll be a new piece of learning for us,” remarked one of the new magicals.
“Quite a challenge then. We’d better get started with the survey.”
Probert saw Draco’s quizzical look: “They’re the Iberian ward team, Draco,” and shot off after the others.
Draco stayed with Carlos. It was obvious that Carlos had plans and he had been making contacts. Carlos, being an excitable Iberian, was not making himself plain and Draco needed all his concentration.
D: *I’m shutting down the link in order to concentrate on Carlos report.*
H: *Fine by me, I want to concentrate on my writing, I’m shutting down too.*
G: *I’m coaching some youngsters on their practice brooms, it needs all my concentration too.*
A: *The meeting I attended last night was hectic, I need some quiet to sort out my notes. So, it’s a universal shut down then?*
DG&H: *YES!* and they had no one but their own-selves in their brains.
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Draco took Carlos into the caretaker’s apartment, sat him down with some coffee and biscuits and commenced an orderly questioning about what was planned, separating the hoped-for from the actual bookings. It was not too easy, because Carlos kept backtracking, and explaining how he made contact with the probable clients. As they had lunch together Draco read through in an orderly way, what Carlos had arranged and who was arriving first. Carlos had to go off and see the first people expected, to give them dates and times.
Probert came in: “We’re meeting a strange thaumic disturbance on the fifth terrace. The wards won’t take above there.”
“I see. Hmm … Carlos is bringing a few of the smaller traders in this afternoon. Could you seal floor four and downwards? At least temporarily. Then they’ll have the promised protection. Would you like me to have a look at those disturbing thaums?”
“It’s a yes in both cases, Draco. Just in case something explodes we’ll put a couple of extra temporary protectors up as well.”
“Thanks, I think. I sincerely hope that I don’t cause an explosion.”
Whilst climbing up to the fifth Terrace, Draco checked with his fellow seers and received no response. They were obviously still busy with whatever they were doing. He went to the place that Probert had indicated and started to send out probing charms. It took half an hour to get no result, except to uncover one of the falcon symbols.
‘My blood should do that,’ he thought and pricked his finger: “Revelio Portam!”
As the door sized aperture in the blind arcaded wall melted away a body-binding hex shot out and caught the blond unawares. It was followed by a Silencio.
“Look who we have here, the Seignior’s son. Do come into our abode, Draconius.” Cassius Warrington cast a Mobilicorpus on the struggling blond and brought him through a short passage into a sparsely furnished room: I believe you taught my younger brother Johann whilst you were a professor.”
Draco remembered the disruptive youngster vividly. Having had the surly youth in many detentions. He also remembered Cassius as Justin’s boat-rapist.”
“Jo, be a dear and cast a wall glamour on the entrance, please?”
“Love to, Cass. Then can I practice on the blond twit. I remember all the shit jobs he had me doing in detention. It’ll be fun getting my own back.”
“Of course, but the glamour first.”
“Yes Bro!”
Cassius rubbed his hands together and stared gloatingly at Draco: “I seem to remember a prudish seeker who didn’t want to share the showers with the rest of the team. Saving yourself for Harry, were you? I wonder what the Potter boy likes about you. Maybe we should have a look. What do you think Jo? [Johann had cast the glamour and returned]
“Sounds like a good idea. I fancy caning his bare arse. He cast more than one inlido hex on me when I was bending down cleaning cauldrons.”
“We need him naked first, do you know the Exuero charm.”
“What does it do?”
“Strips him. Like this: Exuero Te!”
All Draco’s clothes melted off him into an orderly pile on a chair.
“His hair’s so fine you can see everything. It’s a bit shrivelled isn’t it?”
“Erect it’s supposed to be one of the biggest because of the thaums he can bring to bear.”
Johann whispered in Cassius’s ear, and the bigger brother nodded. Whilst Cassius held Draco suspended, Johann went out and returned with a beaker of clear blue liquid. It fizzed slightly and Draco recognised it as the illegal thaum inhibiting potion. The same one that Griswold had used on Harry, or at the Hamman in Istanbul. He knew what they would do. Pinch his nose and when he opened his mouth pour some in. He would the automatically swallow or breathe the liquid in. He held his breath for as long as possible, he did manage to spit some of it out; then they blocked his mouth as well until they had seen him swallow. Despite struggling about half the potion was ingested. That was enough to turn him into a temporary muggle. It also relaxed his muscles enough for him not to be able to move or fend off their depredations when they removed the tying hexes.
The furnishings may have been ancient, but they included an oblong table. To this he was tied face down with his stomach on two cushions. They were so placed to raise his butt and allow them access to his pubic area either from the side or from between his splayed legs. Cassius gave his brother a cane and sat down on one side of the table reaching under the blond’s body to grip his flaccid penis.
Smack! Draco flinched, Cassius squeezed, the captive’s penis filled out slightly.
Smack! Draco flinched, Cassius squeezed, the captive’s penis filled out slightly more.
Smack! Draco remembered the smacking games he played with Harry; it swelled further.
Smack! Draco thought Johann wasn’t putting a full effort into this & his cock lengthened.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
The thirteenth smack had Draco fully hard and his bum-cheeks a cherry red. During the caning Johann kept altering his stance and was now standing at Draco’s head. The next smack was longitudinal, landing between the blond’s buns. The following twelve were aimed in that general direction, not all landing exactly central but glancing off the inside of his arse-muscles. The final thirteen were across his buttocks but from the other side. Giving up the cane and donning an impervious glove Johann spread a stinging potion all over Draco’s rear-end. Whilst the captive squirmed the two brothers turned him over in order to display his shiny red boner.
It was Cassius’s turn. He had a thin glass probe with a small ball on the end. This he dipped into the potion. Then he grabbed Draco’s dong; held it upright and inserted the rod into the meatus. Draco gasped, even if he was prevented from crying out. It stung, but in a sensuous way, it energised his passion. By the time the rod was nearing his prostate his juices were preparing to ejaculate. The ball inhibited the explosion to some extent allowing a trickle of semen to emerge.
Cassius grinned at him: “Let’s see how long we can keep you spurting,” and started to move the little ball up and down inside Draco’s urethra.
It was agonising ecstasy. Draco managed to squeal slightly as he writhed in continuous ejaculation. Every time he thought it was over, Cassius pumped the rod, and it started another confined splurge. It took thirteen minutes before the leakage stopped. By that time very bit of the blond’s cock was purple with excitement and his body was making automatic fucking movements. More was yet to come. Johann put on the glove again. This time the potion was smeared over his cock and crimson balls.
It was terrible. It was titillating. It was stinging. It was sexy. It was horrible. It was hypersensitive enjoyment. He squirmed in superlative sexiness whilst the brothers Warrington watched his antics. Under their debilitating influence, his gyrations had taken his bum to the edge of the table. Johann noticed that and signalled to his brother. They untied his ankle bonds and bent his splayed legs up over his body. He knew what was to come next and surely, with his brother’s encouragement Johann had the first fuck. It did little for the blond because his prostate wasn’t being stroked, neither was it Harry’s dong. It obviously did something for Johann because he came profusely and then collapsed over Draco twitching in aftershock. Five minutes elapsed before the young man was compos mentis enough to withdraw his deflating prick.
As Cassius took his turn, Draco began to feel his thaumic capacity begin to return. To be fair, Cassius was better practiced at fucking than Johann. Draco remembered how Harry had disabled Griswold and wondered if he could do something similar. He concentrated his thaums on his love gland and when Cassius started to spurt, Draco sent an Immobulus via his prostate. It worked. Cassius sighed and collapsed. Johann did not immediately suspect anything because he imagined his brother to be resting. That gave Draco enough time to repeat the hex via his fingers on Johann and freeze both brothers.
He was still wobbly, and still could not raise his partner seers’ consciousness’. He was also muted. Having thoroughly secured the two Warrington brothers he had an idea. He borrowed Cassius’s wand, pointed it at himself and chanted internally: “Finite Incantatem Warringtonium!” To his surprise it worked so he practiced his vocal chords when someone walked in:
“Hello Harry. How did you get here?”
“I couldn’t raise you via our link. Probes was worried that you’d disappeared. He showed me where you had last been investigating. I went there and this door opened up. It felt like your magic, so I came to see. Mmm … Those are a nice-looking pair. Have you been playing with them? Their pricks look used.”
“No, they’ve been playing with me and, once we’re private I have a new sensation to show you.”
“What are going to do with them?”
“Reciprocate!” D: *We need to cast that truth charm on them.*
H: *The one we used on that awful muggle woman?*
D: *Yes. I want to check if they’re both satraps. The oldest, Cassius Warrington, was Juicy’s abductor on the boat. The youngest one may not be. I had thought to retributively fuck both of them, but you can have one, if you like.”
H: *Um thanks. May I have the younger one?”
D: *His name is Johann. He was a naughty student, but his arse is shapely enough, especially if you cane it before penetration. Cast the Veritas charm when you ejaculate.*
H: *Fine! He wasn’t a student of mine.* “Come here Johann.” Harry grabbed him and cast an Exuero, followed by the usual pre fuck charms before levitating him and securing him face down bending over the table.
Johann turned his head and stared at Harry in awe: “How did you know my name?”
“We have ways and means, Johann. Are you ready?”
“Err … You won’t hurt me, will you? I’ve never been fucked before.”
Draco cackled dirtily: “He’d never fucked anyone before today either. You might like to educate him about his prostate.” Then he stripped and secured Cassius to the other end of the table: “I remember you picking on me during Quidditch practice and for what you did to our friend Justin. Despite what you said earlier. You had your hands inside my pants, more than once. Now you’ll feel it inside you,” and he cast the preparation charms.
The two seers took their time, occasionally withdrawing and having a snogging session with each other. They enjoyed their three-quarters-of-an-hour before reaching a satisfying conclusion and casting the Veritas at the same time. It seems that both the captors-turned-captives had also enjoyed it. Because, when they were made to stand up, both of their dongs were hard and dripping.
Johann looked at Harry and smiled: “Thank you. That was great. You were hard on my bum and yet every thrust thrilled me. Err … Would you do it again please?”
“You little bastard,” Cassius exploded: “Here I am showing you what it’s like to have people in your power, and force them to do degrading things, and you go all soft and mushy on me. I bet the Seignior wouldn’t touch you with a bargepole now, except to torture. ”
“I only went with it because you threatened me. Err … Harry … I like you, will you look after me instead, please.”
“I think that answers the question, Draco, doesn’t it.”
“Still its best to check. Johann, have you met the Seignior yet. Has he conscripted you?”
“No, Draco, on both counts. I’m here because Cassius is the only relative I have. Being the oldest he holds the purse strings ...”
“You little ingrate, I’ll cut … “
“You won’t cut anything, Cassius,” Draco interrupted: “You’ll tell me why you’re here.”
“No … Oh … The Seignior heard from one of his spies, that Mage y’Azimbura was hoping to open up Abdul’s old palace. So I was sent here to keep watch. I was to report back if you found it. He wants it as his headquarters.”
“How did you find this apartment?”
“By accident. Whilst we were searching, I was showing my inept brother some quidditch moves and I slipped. I crashed through the window in the next room. I thought this might be the place; but couldn’t lift the inner wards. That is until you did, and I captured you. You’ve got more courage now that when we were at school. We stayed around here as I had been instructed. Is this part of Abdul’s place?”
H: *Don’t tell him.*
D: *We can always oblivate him.* “We’re still investigating, it is supposed to be in this area somewhere. Tell me; is Johann a satrap?”
“He’s too much a whimp to be a satrap. You can keep him; he was only a millstone about my neck. I only kept him by me for his allowance”
“So, you’d make over his allowance to him?” asked Harry.
“It’s his anyway. Once he signs the Gringotts chit. I kept most of it for myself. Merlin! Why am I telling you all this. Look at him, snivelling.”
Harry did look at Johann. Poor young man was crying and shaking. Harry went and side hugged him, helping him to put his clothes back on.
“Th-thank y-you. I-I n-never though he didn’t love me. You can find me a place, can’t you? I should be able to pay my way once I get to Gringotts.”
“Yes Johann,” Harry replied gently: “I’m absolutely sure we can.” H: *Before any of you warns me. I intend being very careful of him, he could be untrustworthy and reveal our secrets.*
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