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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]
~~~MOTOCROSS~~~
Gabriellus had had a chat with Yago and Carlos about spare cabinets. The net result was that a cabinet connection was made from Abdulmuralla to Cantera. This enabled not only, the mining students, but also Seamus’s and Dean’s construction students, to go to Cantera and work. Either excavating the tunnel or converting the dilapidated miners’ houses into acceptable chalets.
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Not having many constructional skills Teddy devoted his time to cleaning out more leats. There were times when Naches did not accompany him, having the more domestic side of his duties to fulfil. This was one of those.
Teddy had followed the third branch off the leat. One which, according to the engraved stone chart, should have been the main feeder; however, it was just giving a trickle. From seeing the Cerroverde aqueduct, Teddy thought that the leat’s structure appeared to have been of roman construction, thus reinforcing the idea that Abdulmuralla had been built on the foundations of an ancient villa. As well as cleaning, Teddy was admiring the careful surveying which had produced just enough slope to keep the water running along the aqueduct. This was engineering equal to what he had seen at Cerroverde. No tunnels, but cuttings; going round curves instead of bridging gullies, thus collecting their trickles as well. There were even places that appeared have been engineered to collect the water-borne debris, with slopes to make easy cleaning-out possible. It was these that had become blocked by the neglected maintenance of nearly a thousand years.
Teddy came across a marshy area and, on inspection, found that the build-up of detritus had caused the leat to overflow. The dampness had also encouraged bushes and trees to grow; so there was a little copse where he was now labouring. It was private, it was hot, it was mucky, there was no cooling breeze, so he stripped off and hung his clothes on some branches; oblivious to the fact that the same secreted satrap was spying on him. The satrap salivated at the vision in front of him. Teddy’s toils showed-off his young muscular body at its best. When he paused and straightened up, his private area wobbled enticingly. This was too much for the satrap.
With a raging hard-on he sent an ‘Incarcerous’ and then mobilicorpussed Teddy between two stout trees. An enraged Teddy yelled and struggled, but his wand was in his clothes, on the tree where they were still hanging. Five minutes’ struggling had the young man’s legs tied apart and his wrists tied to his ankles. Displayed and bent double like this, he had little purchase to move, it was nearly impossible to breathe in enough air to shout properly. He heard a zip go down. He heard a lubrication charm made. Then he felt the first thrust on an unfamiliar prick.
‘At least he oiled me up,” Teddy thought, as the rapist started to reciprocate: ‘It would have been hell if I hadn’t already been with the mermen. I think they were bigger than him.’ Teddy shuffled his bum a bit and then gasped. The man’s cock was rubbing his prostate. Despite his chagrin Teddy began to enjoy the sensations.
He was almost there when a ‘Bombarda’ rang out and the penetration was rapidly withdrawn. Following that, Teddy heard a dying scream, as though someone had fallen over a precipice. Next came some cutting hexes on the cords that bound him.
“Sorry Teddy, I should have come sooner. That’s a magnificent boner you have!”
“Thanks for rescuing me, Naches. I think I’d better finish this off.” Teddy applied his fist to his fornication facilities and within seven pulls he spurted.
Teddy rested a minute or two before asking: “Why are you here?”
“I brought you some lunch.”
“Thanks … Err … What happened to my attacker?”
“I think he decided to try and fly over the cliff-edge. I’m not sure if he succeeded, though. Should we go and see if the experiment worked?”
Teddy grinned: “No doubt he’ll return and tell us if he were successful. I know that I rarely want to broadcast my mistakes.”
Naches grinned back and then became serious: “There ought to be some way of setting up protectors when you work.”
“I know of tholii, but a tholus of the size needed to cover the catchment area would be an enormous undertaking. Besides, once they’re working properly, the leats will only need looking at every six months or so.”
“Even so, you should be protected. What would have happened if that satrap hadn’t been so carnally minded? You could have been kidnapped. Imagine the fuss if one the Dewan’s relations was held for ransom.”
“Who’s the Dewan?”
“Your godfather!”
“Why that name?”
“The Brythonic title for a magical lord. It has eastern meanings as well. I think it was adopted from the Muslim elves name for him.”
“Oh … r-i-g-h-t!”
Teddy thought about it whilst he ate and eventually realised how rash he had been. So, with Naches, he went back and contacted the ward team.
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“I agree with you, it would be extremely difficult to cover the whole catchment,” replied Probert. “We may have a solution for you though. Normal tholii require thaum-anchors otherwise they can be pushed. As happened when the Dewan took over Montecristo. What we need to do is make a miniature tholus and attach a notice-me-not charm to it. Give us a couple of days and we’ll come back to you.”
Teddy spent two frustrating days either inside Abdulmuralla or on the leats with a band of guards limiting his actions.
Probert came back to him: “We have something for you. We call it the Pangolin. They’re an African tortoise-like creature with a long tail. This mini-tholus represents its body; the tail has to be attached to the home-dome, and is very elastic. So elastic is the cauda that it allows you to work up to three leagues away from the edge of the home-dome.”
“Why the cauda?”
“It serves a number of purposes. Firstly: If your pangolin is attacked it encapsulates you and draws you inside the home-dome. Secondly: The same happens if your home-dome is attacked. Thirdly, as you know daffodils don’t work that well at that distance, without a relay. Well, the cauda enhances this. Lastly, it helps your elf, if you have one, to locate you easily and apparate tholus to tholus; instead of just landing in where he thinks you should be. Naches told me that he had to jump three times before he found you. It’s easy for an elf to find you if you call him, or are under the same tholus. It probably means he could side-along a friend with him, too; but we haven’t tried that experiment.”
“Thanks a bunch, I’ll give it a trial tomorrow.”
There were a couple of teething problems, but the pangolin worked well. Naches found that he could side-along Teddy’s friends or visitors, if necessary. In future Teddy worked under a pangolin whenever he was exploring the leats.
When he found out about pangolins, Hortulanus started to use a slightly enlarged version when his students were working fields outside the village home-dome.
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The next job for the ward team was creating a tholus for Cantera. It had been comparatively easy to ward the entrance to the tunnel where Gabriellus’s goblins worked, but guards had to be mounted when the construction workers were there. It was felt that once Lucius found his satrap was missing, he would investigate further, so within days a full tholus had been erected. Once that was done Hortulanus’s team came in and made a flora survey and, with Estéban’s and Yago’s agreement, various screening trees were planted.
The tunnelling took time. Even if you were using thaumic processes, rock-falls were one of the dangers. Supporting thaums were very tiring whilst the tunnel lining was inserted. Rocks excavated were screened and shaped; being re-used to build the tunnel’s lining and portals. The debris were screened, and the resultant gravel used to repair hollows in the racing circuit-to-be. That was a joint effort between the miners and the constructors.
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Griswold now had a little coterie of mechanics and metalworkers. They came over and inspected the quarry machinery; enabling the screens to be used and finding, under some scree, the two beams that had formed the bridge across the valley. Parts of them needed welding, so some experimentation took place trying to produce thaumic lances. It took three normal-strength magicals to produce the heat required. It worked best when a mage, a goblin and an elf worked together. The results of their experiments produced a robust pair of bridge beams with their internal cross-connecting supports. Mid October brought a posse of strong practical mages in. One Wednesday, their combined Ascendio and Wingardium charms slowly lifted the heavy beams into position.
Once the beams had been lifted, they revealed something else. The stones upon which they had rested for welding purposes, had become fused into a hard-rock surface. So, the triple teams were cajoled into more experimentation. Once they had perfected their skills, they were let loose on the roadway which was to become the racing circuit.
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Slowly, week by week, the muggle weekend-bikers saw the road surface improve. Javier; faced with the problem of thaumic secrecy had come up with a plan. As far as his muggle associates were concerned a construction firm had been hired to carry out the work. Naturally the workers needed their weekends to recuperate. Under some of the latest European Union Laws, brought in because of some faulty muggle buildings collapsing on some unsuspecting visitors; casual visitors were not allowed on site, even if wearing all the necessary protective clothing. This muggle legislation was used to exclude the muggle bikers during the week. It was fairly easy to prevent snoopers, because the tunnel entrance had a thaumic gate behind the hanging creepers. As Friday afternoons were used for debriefing the thaumic participants and agreeing the plan for the following week; it was possible for bikers to start arriving mid-afternoon to set up tents and start preparations. The preparations were not just about recreation, because a number of Javier’s bike-brothers also wanted to help with the construction.
Javier had his time full at weekends supervising the muggle volunteers. He also worked Mondays and Fridays liaising with the various thaumic teams. He was paid by one of the muggle national environmental charities. Something that Estéban and his new bishop had applied for and been granted. In fact, Javier was quite well-off. He lived in one of the first chalet’s that Seamus’s and Dean’s teams had completed. In it was hidden the cabinet which led to Abdulmuralla.
As well as his living quarters at Abdulmuralla, Estéban had his clerical study there, so he could exercise his spiritual care for all on site. Attached to the chalet was a temporary canopy, under which the priest erected an altar, which meant that those who wished to could attend an open-air mass each weekend. The nice thing for both of the residents was that Leon made sure they were discretely looked after by the Abdulmuralla corps of elves. Neither of them had to worry about food, nor washing their clothes, nor any house-cleaning, nor, of course, paying for any of it.
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Now Samhain approached. The seer family went to charm more cabinets together with Seamus and Dean in the morning of the thirty-first. Then there was the fire jumping ceremony at midnight and an All Saints service to attend in the morning. After that they rested; making sure that there was time to recuperate before going to Blaulindeninsel for All Souls Eve to meet their ancestors.
For Teddy, newly out of the academy, and after jumping the fire, now recognised as an adult; this was a special day too, so the seer family wanted to support him. They had carved their effigies at home, Draco instructing them on the masks to be made and the reasons behind them. They were carefully boxed before they ate their vegetarian dinner [mainly from the spiced up contents of their effigies] then they sat and meditated before solemnly transiting the posterns.
On Blaulindeninsel, Teddy copied what his godfather was doing and then sat, effigy before him, meditating on his prayer mat with his back to the fire. The mist crept in slowly enshrouding the island. Teddy shivered slightly, but not really because he was externally cold. He closed his eyes for a few seconds trying to remember the flourish and incantation of a warming charm. As he opened his eyes, he saw two figures coalescing out of the mist. One of them had hair that kept on changing its hue.
“Mother? Is that really you?”
“Yes Teddy, it is, and this is your father.”
“Hello Teddy. You probably don’t remember what we looked like, but now you can see us.”
“I have some a couple of pictures of you that Hardad found. You look older.” Teddy untucked the two pictures from inside his cloak and expanded them.”
“That one was on our wedding day … … …” various stories stemmed from that and the other picture.
Teddy also met two of his grandparents from the Black side and other deceased relatives. Just before the spirits faded another one appeared: “Sorry I’m late but I’ve just been chatting to Dromeda.” It was Teddy’s other namesake grandfather.
Too soon their hour was over. Teddy was sad to see them fade away, but glad he had at last met his progenitors. Then came the meditation on what had been said, before the final casting of the effigies into the fire.
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The seers next task was a fairly simple one. At least, for them it was. Their task was to create a portal between Dresden and Schloss Buhler. They also moved the connection from the schloss to Kaiser Wilhelm and made it terminate in the Berlin Gringotts foyer, thus converting it into a postern. At the same time the goblins created a waystation beneath the Schloss and connected it, via a set of spiral stairs, to the cellar passageway
~~~ CANAL ~~~
One of Pastor William’s pastimes was walking. When he could, he would take a train out into the countryside and use a map to make a circular walk. On these walks he would watch the behaviour of the wildlife and sometimes the human life, too. However, there were many times when he could not spare a complete day. For a quick walk he would sometimes go to St Pancras Gardens, more often he would take a few turns around the square. With an hour or two to spare his favourite walk was along the canal: a green finger of nature right into the middle of the busy metropolis. From that he could easily reach Regents Park. Because he did this regularly, there were others who had the same liking for exercise, and over time they recognised each other by way of a nod to each other and pass the time of day. Part of William’s people-watching amusement was fulfilled watching the antics of the amateur boaters on the canal; especially when navigating the locks. Others of his acquaintances also gained some amusement from it, too. Occasionally they would go and help someone who appeared to be totally flummoxed by the procedures necessary. One such friend and he would, during their canal-side walk, pass comments to each other and chortle.
One day Sahir, for that was the man’s name, remarked upon the coldness of the weather: “Would you like to share a warming drink, Willie?”
“I’m not into alcohol, you know, Sahir.”
“No, neither am I. I know of a rather private restaurant that serves excellent soup.”
William rubbed has together and shivered slightly: “Then I would be pleased to accept your offer.” He also realised that that shiver had been spiritual as well as physical.
Their walk was fairly short and ended up on the other side of the main canal from Grimond/Grimmauld Place. The restaurant appeared to be run by some Arab émigrés, not that that put William off. On entering, Sahir was greeted by a polite bow from the proprietor and his family and, after he was introduced, William was, too. The interior of the restaurant was as warm as the greeting had been, so he relaxed and removed his gloves, winter coat and scarf. The soup was delicious and accompanied by warm brown bread-rolls. They chatted sporadically whilst supping and William had the feeling that Sahir wanted to ask something: but knew not how to start.
“Sahir, what is troubling you?”
“You know I’m a Muslim, don’t you?”
“Yes. I believe you belong to one of the small sects that the ISIS people persecuted a few years ago.”
“That’s correct … Err … Err …”
“Out with it man, it can’t be that bad.”
“It isn’t, at least to my belief it isn’t, but other Muslims shun us, despite Koranic quotations that support our way of life.” Sahir took a big breath and held it. “I am told that some of my colleagues can feel something emanating from you. Something very special … … …”
Sahir was still hesitant, but William had a prompt. He fished out his scarab: “Would it be this?”
“That’s very interesting. How did you come by it?”
“I was given it by some special friends, who live in the square.”
“Oh! I see! Err … Do you feel anything when you shake hands with them?”
“I was trained as an exorcist, you know. Some of my acquaintances call it discerning, so yes.”
Sahir heaved another sigh. He looked over at the proprietor and called him over: “Would you both shake hands, please?”
They shook, and, as expected, William felt the tingle.
“So you have the Fluence?”
“He’s a selector, Sahir.” William heard, courtesy of his Saint George. Do you think he’s the one?”
William took a chance: “I happen to know somebody by the name of Harry Potter. Would that be the person you are looking for?”
“So, you can understand our language, how marvellous. Yes, that was the person we seek.”
“Sahir. Do I suppose you are the Imam responsible for some persecuted Muslim mages? Because you didn’t tingle when we shook hands.”
“I’m a selector, William. I imagine that is the same as your word ‘discerning’. We were told that Seer Potter could protect us but had no way of contacting him. I imagine the Creator drew us together with that in mind.”
William chuckled: “It often works that way. Now what do you want me to do? I’m sure I could arrange a meeting with Harry. At quite short notice too. Perhaps you and a couple of your mages would like to come to my house, and I’ll call him.”
“I will ask Saeed.”
“Thank you, Pamir.”
The proprietor went through a door behind the counter and in a couple of minutes came back with another, older man. They were introduced to William and they chatted for a minute or two. Of course, Saeed had the tingle too, and in spades.
“Willie, how is it we hear you in our language, but your lips don’t synchronise?”
William brought out both scarab and Saint George: “Harry gave these to me. They are recognised by his wards and allow me through. If I wear both next to my skin, I’m told that the Saint George has a translation charm on it. That one is permanent, but the scarab has to be charged, every now and again. One of Grimond Square’s mages does that for me.”
“That’s quite advanced magic. I’d like to meet the mage who devised it,” said Saeed admiringly.
“Hermione will know who or how. She’s bookish, but brilliant. She’s the Vice-chancellor of their college.”
“A witch in charge? I’d heard the British mages were forward-looking …”
“… Saeed, your ancient prejudices are showing. When in Rome …”
“… Alright, I’ll behave!” He chuckled: “If I don’t, my wife will have my ears on a plate.”
Pamir explained to the family where he was going and the four of them left.
Although the entrance to Grimond Place was only across the canal and a parallel road, the towpath by the restaurant was on the other side of the water. So, it was a good quarter mile’s walk via the nearest bridge to arrive there.
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As they passed through the entrance, both Pamir and Saeed paused.
“Is there something wrong?” William was slightly worried in case the wards were excluding these two.
“Nothing at all,” replied Saeed: “Just admiring the complexity of the charm-work. There are Protectors there that I have never encountered before. This is definitely a safe environment.”
Pamir nodded his agreement: “There are earth and water charms too. Are the goblins involved?"
“I expect so, Dumbledorian society has all races in it, including some who we supposed were mythical, like the Satyrs whom I’ve met.”
“Well, well! There’s a whisper in our society that naiads and dryads still exist. Not that we’ve met any.”
By this time, they had walked through the central garden to Number Twelve. As William went to knock, the door opened and out came Harry.
“Hi, Willie! Are you why Fawkes is so insistent that I come here?”
“I expect so. Meet Saeed and Pamir, they’re Muslim mages; and this is their Imam, Sahir. This is the Harry Potter you seek gentlemen.”
Harry shook hands and Sahir’s eyes watered: “You’re strong.”
“Thanks! I’m so pleased you’re here, do come inside?” Harry led the way into the solar.
There were the usual courtesies and the visitors accepted the offer of tea. Sahir was only slightly surprised when an elf popped in with the refreshments. The other two mages took it as a matter of course, but they were polite.
“May I tell you a short tale, please?”
“Visitors are always pleased to hear the host’s story,” Saeed agreed gently.
“Thank you. A couple of years ago, two magely friends of mine were asked to become immigration officers. That was when many refugees were entering our country. Michael’s and Tracy’s task was to find any magicals and make sure they were housed in a thaumic environment. At least until they found their feet. I’m a Christian and so are many of my friends, so we had to be a little careful. Things worked out reasonably well, and we now have Muslim magical families living all over. They had no mosque. So, as an interim measure, they are using our church hall for their services. They are in desperate need of both an Imam and a proper place that they can call their own. I think you gentlemen are and answer to their prayers, and ours on their behalf.”
“Well, Sahir?”
“That’s quite something, Willie.”
“Are they all living within your tholii, Mage Potter?” asked Saeed.
“Oh yes! All properly vetted. There were two or three naughty ones whom we couldn’t accept. In the end the authorities deported them, because of their extreme views. Posed a threat to security, they were told. Do call me Harry, everyone else does.”
“Vetted?”
“Yes. They couldn’t pass through the wards. It was something to do with their intent, we think. Ginny, my wife, said they had very dark auras, and Draco, my partner, said they had very strong mind-barriers. He could have penetrated them, but to do that he would have alerted them to his subtle occlumency. Not a good idea when dealing with dark sorcerers.”
“Why were they not arrested?”
“We can only arrest someone if they have committed a crime. We all have angry or subversive thoughts from time to time. We usually subdue them, or our partner argues us out of them. In the same way we avoid people whose behaviour is antisocial. They aren’t criminal. The wards suss-out the intent of the dark mages and exclude them. So, it’s a sort of halfway stage, isn’t it?”
“You make a good point. Is it possible for us to meet some of our fellow-believers whom you are protecting?”
A: *Five of the families will soon be meeting their children from the village school. They’re sitting with me at the moment. *
“If you would like to come with me you could meet a few family members. They’re waiting for their young children to come out of school.”
“You go, Saeed; I should get back to the restaurant.”
So Sahir and Saeed accompanied Harry, after some explanations, through the posterns and he introduced them to the families. After a few minutes Harry and Astoria left them to get to know each other better.
About an hour later Sahir sought out Harry: “Is it possible to visit the other families, please?”
“You will need to be handed through our travel system at first, Sahir, so that the posterns and cabinets recognise you. Thereafter it’s up to you.”
“You seem very trusting of a newly met person.”
“Willie vouches for you, that’s enough for us. Had you any evil intent you wouldn’t have got through the wards in the first place. Anyway, mistrust is for those who follow dark paths. It’s rarely that I find someone abusing our trust.”
“Then I hope I can deserve that trust; I fully intend to try.”
“Good! Now let me introduce you to one of your fellow believers. He can help you through our transport system.”
Harry did just that and in the evening was confronted by a flabbergasted Sahir, who had realised the extent of his travels. He also confirmed that his expanded flock would be attending the mosque, above the restaurant, where he conducted services.
Two or three weeks later the seers attended the mosque for Friday prayers. After Sahir had touched their Saint Georges, they were able to understand the formal Arabic used there.
Unfortunately, the seers’ attendance outside their wards was noted by a watching satrap and a couple of weeks later Sahir reported harassment of his flock.
“We formed a turtle phalanx with the youngster in the middle and fought the attackers off. Saeed is good at Protectors, so nobody was hurt. Next Friday we will be better prepared. We were wondering if one of your tholii could be set up around our building.”
“It would be better if it was part of our protector system. I’ll have a chat with some of the Dumbledorians and see what can be done. Perhaps Saeed would like to talk to our ward team.”
“Thank you.”
As with other Dumbledorian things word got around. So, when next the families went en-masse to the mosque, they had extra helpers in the guard.
As with all things Dumbledorian, the members set to work seeing how to help.
Dean collared the seers: “Did you know that the passageway leading to St. Pancras, passes under the canal close by the restaurant/mosque?”
“I hadn’t given it much thought. I imagine the you have, though.”
“Sahir is investigating the cellars beneath his establishment. If, as we suspect, the passageway passes fairly close we could make a connection that way. Is it okay to go ahead?”
Draco looked amazed: “You usually do things and report back,” he remarked drily.
Dean giggled: “Yes! But will there be any inter-faith problems.”
“Not from our side, I should think. Just check with Sahir.”
“Right!”
At the beginning of December Gabriellus’s group set about making the underground connection.
“We’ll have to use some freezing charms,” he explained: “We are excavating quite close to the canal bed and, remembering what happened to Marc Brunel’s tunnel under the Thames, we have no intent of flooding the muggle station with canal water.”
“Wouldn’t do much for the Statute of Secrecy, either.” Another of Draco’s dry remarks.
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The seers Christmas duties had two extras added that year. The first was the dedication of the link that led to the mosque. There had been three other incidents whilst the families transited from one tholus to the other, so everyone was relieved not to have to fight just before prayers. There was also a suspicion that some Muslim hard-liners were part of the problem, as well.
The other duty was one they had carried out before, that of attending Estéban’s name day mass. This time it was celebrated at the Cantera. However, they still wanted to attend one of the celebrations at Cerroverde.
At Cantera, in the portion that held the circuit, there was an arm of the quarry that was not used. It had a fairly flat surface and a shallow grotto at its far end. That grotto had been fashioned, by the goblin miners, into a sort of baldachin under which sheltered an altar. On Saint Stephen’s day, it was consecrated, and the first mass took place. The area was crowded out, not only with bikers, but with Dumbledorians behaving as muggles, and many of the denizens of Abdulmuralla. It was a good official send-off by the Bishop for the new venture. Afterwards, the congregation was invited to watch a scrambling competition, via two tunnels into the far part of Cantera. That gave the elves a chance to set up an outdoor repast/late-lunch buffet in the worship area for everyone to enjoy. Later in the afternoon a series of short races took place on the circuit. Although Teddy won his heat, he did not win the final. Not that he was too fussed, he did not want too much attention, but he got enough recognition to feel a part of that biking community.
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