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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 conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
~~~ REVELATIONS ~~~
As he approached, Qasim took no notice of Vasil. He joyfully ran, arms outstretched, to greet Sahir. Only after hugging each other for five minutes, did Sahir introduce Qasim to Vasil and the others.
“Sahir and I attended the same madrassa, we belong to the same sect,” Qasim explained: “We both thought the other dead, killed by the extremists some years ago. This is wonderful! Allah be praised!”
Draco grinned at Vasil: “Another miracle for your portfolio?”
“Don’t you start. I have enough from others.” Vasil grinned back: “I thought you had enough of those to your credit already?   I could lend you some, if you like. Seriously though, isn’t God bountiful?” He looked purposefully at the two animated Imams, sitting close and chatting energetically.
“Yes, he is.”
Somehow the word had spread – Not really surprising to the seers, knowing how the Dumbledorian and elfin grape-vines worked – and people were congregating yet again on the island near the temple.
H: *I think Elysium’s inhabitants like partying.*
Draco looked over to see tables going up and food appearing on them: *So it would seem.*
Led by Nicanor and Vasil their party processed untidily over the causeway to join in a second set of festivities. As before, the continuous feast started, interspersed with performances of various kinds. This time the focus was not on the seers, although Ginevra and Astoria got their fair share. It gave Draco and Harry time enough to sort out a programme of visits to the various clans, whose leaders were pressing their invitations yet again. These invitations included Janos, somewhat of a novelty; being a charmed muggle. Janos, having had time to sort out his thoughts whilst helping Vratsa, was now back into his inquisitive persona. In a way it helped the two seers, because he asked the simple questions that allowed them to seek clarification.
“Harry, why are those eagles not attacking the snakes over there?”
“No idea, Janos, shall we go over and ask them?”
“Will we be safe?”
“I think so, Sossogenese is amongst the snakes, and I think one of those eagles was sitting on Nicanor’s shoulder when we first met them.”
“Do you mean the one with bits of blue in his feathers; the one who’s staring at us?”
“Yes. Now, you’ll have to hold one of our hands so you can understand the conversation.”
“Okay!”
They wandered over to the group:
#Hello Sossogenese, will you introduce us to our feathered-friends, please?#
#Of course. Anza is the chief scout … This is Puissant Seer Potter-Blake, Anza.#
#Greetings, Favoured One.#
#Hello Anza, I prefer to be called Harry. I’ve gathered far too many titles for my liking. This is my muggle friend, Janos.”
#*Greetings, Janos, you seem to have a thaumic aura.*#
*#Greetings, Anza. I have this scarab which Harry has charmed, is that what you mean?#*
#*That is quite a strong artefact, Janos. You must be very powerful, Harry, to make such a highly charmed scarab.*#
#Part of the powers granted at the Phrontistery, Anza. Granted to all four of us seers. My partner Draco is the fair one over there, and those two witches a little further off are our wives. We have a shared consciousness because of that ceremony.
#As we scouts do. Are you able to be solo as well?#
#Yes. We need to when we are teaching. It became very confusing because I teach defence whilst Draco’s subject is potions. Astoria is our political agent and Ginevra teaches youngsters to fly. Quite different occupations, as you can perceive.#
#*Janos, I’m sure we have seen you outside, but it was some time ago. What happened to your companions? Your games and other pastimes used to amuse us.*#
*#Oh! D-did they? #* Janos blushed, wondering exactly what the bird had seen: *#My companions went to fight for one side or the other. Some, I know were killed. The others … I suppose they were too.*#
#*So, you managed to come through it?#
*#I never was in the militias, they said I was too small.#*
#*Really? Parts of you aren’t, but then I suppose they of more use in peaceful pursuits.*#
Harry could feel a sort of malicious glee emanating from Anza, when Janos blushed again and studiously looked at his feet.
#Anza, be quiet. # It was Sossogenese: #Be thankful that he wasn’t one of those military muggles who, when they were bored, used to take pot shots at you and your kin.#
#*Reproof understood. Yes … My mate was lost in such a way … She was very beautiful … My apologies, Janos.*#
*#Apology accepted -giggle- thanks for the backhanded compliment. You should see Harry’s and Draco’s. They make me quite jealous.#*
There was an amount of hissing/clicking laughter; only to increase when Sossogenese asked for a view, and Harry made a suitably tart reply which included an invitation for Sossogenese to slide up to the camp and share a shower, if he was so interested. The snake seemed to wilt and emit fear.
#Sorry Sossogenese, have I offended you?#
#Not really. That quarry used to be my home, at least it was until some muggles came up there. It was before Vratsa became the guardian. I was a young snake then. Those muggles found our den and started poking sticks into it. Naturally, my mother went to defend it and tried to strike at them. They retreated a little, so mother extended herself. They did it a second time, too. What mother hadn’t realised was that there was another muggle behind her with some sort of loop. He used that to catch her just behind her head. They carried her off, struggling and angry with pain. Knowing that they might come back, my siblings and I scattered. I don’t know what happened to them. I shouldn’t have watched, but I did, hidden in a narrow crack. They cut her head off and skinned her, it was horrible, then they roasted her over fire. She got her own back though. One of the muggles picked her head up. I suppose to throw it away, some reflex made her bite, the muggle screamed and writhed for half an hour, while his mates carried him off. I don’t know whether he died or not, but the others were cursing and saying that they’d return find every snake in the quarry and kill it. I was scared and wriggled away. In my fright I got into a small stream and found myself sliding. I slid for what seemed hours, it was slimy, and I could get no grip. I hit something at the bottom of the slide and passed out. When I awoke, I found myself in a box surrounded by a blanket and a human speaking in a language I could understand. It was Valentina, she fed me herbal potions and tender bits of meat until my dislocated bones fused together again.#
*#Is that why you became her defender, then?#*
#*That was the start, I suppose, Janos. As I grew bigger, I would move around her house and kill the rats when they came in in the Autumn. For a few years we lived together in an unconscious complementary arrangement. I kept the vermin out of her garden, and she fed me. It was good until some nasty mage came and threatened her, demanding potions ingredients that she was unwilling to give. I know now that they were for a very illegal dark potion. They had a wand fight and she was knocked out temporarily. He laughed and put his hand down to take the plant he wanted. That was when I struck. He yelled a curse at me but it slid off. Then, in pain, he apparated away. By that time Valentina had awoken. ‘You should be dead!’ she said. ‘Well, I’m not,’ I replied. It seems that I have a special charm surrounding me. It repels curses, it also appears to give me a long life. At least so far it has. That was the qualification she was looking for; so I was persuaded to become one of the guardians of Elysium. That charm seems to work because, between us we have repelled two more attacks since then. Occasionally I let her milk my poison sacs. She tells me that she makes a serum out of it, which helps when muggles get accidentally bitten. We’ve come to a truce about that; because I was against helping any of them. However, she promised not to treat anyone who was deliberately killing snakes; so, the truce works.   It’s usually younger muggles who don’t look where they are going and accidentally step on one of us.*#
*#That happened to me once, although I didn’t get bitten. I stepped on a snake, as it reared to strike, I jumped back. It missed and then slithered off into the brush. It taught me to be more careful.#*
*#Exactly Valentina’s point, Janos.#*
#So, when the others drew their wands on you, their defences wouldn’t have worked.#
#I’m not so sure, Harry, because a Bombarda did deflect my strike once.#
Draco interrupted the conversation: “C’mon Harry, we have an appointment to see the Ariston Clan.”
#We’ll see you later, Anza, Sossogenese, bye for now!#
Janos bowed to both leaders before following the two male seers.
That started off a series of visits over the next few days. Janos came with them and became more drawn into Elysian society. The two Italians returned and became engrossed with the agriculturists, learning different growing charms. Friday morning ended their visits, so they attended Qasim’s mosque for Friday prayers. Something that some of his flock were both surprised and pleased about.
D: *That’s earned us some more brownie-points.*
H: *Draco, don’t be so cynical.*
D: *I’m not, really. What I meant is that we seem to have visited everyone now. What happens next?
“Am I interrupting?”
“Not really, Max. How can we help?”
“You ought to come with us to see Vratsa. I think you’re in for a surprise.”
“Fine! I hope it’s a nice one.” *There’s the clue, we needed.*
“We think it is.”
Saying goodbye to the people they had met and promising to return; they followed Maximiliano and Vittorio towards the adit.
“That’s the wrong passageway, you’re entering.”
“No, it isn’t, Draco, this one leads to Vratsa’s house.”
“Very good! Lead on.”
“That’ll be useful, when I come to get the vegetables,” remarked Janos: “I’ll be able to see my friends here … Err … Harry can you get me lessons in Parseltongue, please? Then I can talk to them.”
“You could ask Valentina; she speaks it fluently.”
“Thanks. I will.”
This tunnel was longer and sloped upwards, but when they emerged, they were in a courtyard that closely resembled Valentina’s. However, there was an old man standing there looking puzzled.
“Now. What have you been up to, young Janos. Have you been exploring where you shouldn’t? Who are these people?”
D: *He’s got the Fluence!*
H: *Yes. I can sense his aura.*
“Hi Vratsa, I’ve made some new friends. May I introduce them?”
“I think you had better.”
“This is Harry, Seer Blake Potter, his fellow Seer, Draco and my two Italian friends, Max and Vito.”
Vratsa shook hands with each in turn: “I see that none of us are what we seem, fellow mages.”
“We thought you a muggle gatekeeper,” replied Draco: “I suspect that that was a sort of glamour, adopted for another purpose.”
Janos was looking puzzled: “You mean you were a wizard all the time. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Draco answered first: “Do you remember what we said about keeping our world secret, Janos?”
“Oh yes … Now I see … You couldn’t tell me, could you?”
“No, you young scamp. Now explain to me how you became mixed up in thaumic society. I take it you now know about Elysium?”
“Yes Vratsa. You know uncle’s boat, don’t you?”
“The one that keeps cutting out for no reason?”
“Yes … Well … It cut out just before one of those nasty summer storms hit us. So, Harry used a propelling charm and got us safely back into harbour, just in time too. Draco told me about their world and swore me to secrecy, just like you.”
“Welcome to my house, Janos and Mages All. Perhaps further explanations would be better served sitting comfortably with a glass of wine in our hands,”
“Watch his home-made, it has a kick” jibed Janos.
“You should know. After all, you’ve helped me make it, and you’ve helped me drink it, too.”
It took a few minutes before they were all settled in comfortable chairs under Vratsa’s vine-draped veranda.
“My original purpose here was simple,” commenced Vratsa: “When the quarry was in use the Elysian mages became worried that it would break through into the Protectorate. My job was to ensure that the miners thought the strata on the Elysium side was either unworkable or of no use. You see, they were quarrying for building stone. In the evenings, after they had stopped working, I would make anything excavated on that side crumble away to dust. I learned some goblin hexes and how to use a firestaff for that. If any of the stone taken from the other side looked friable I would firm-it up. After a time, the bottom quarry seemed to produce very little of use; so the upper quarry was started and I had to carry out the same processes. Quarrying is a dodgy business, Nebjosa had more than one tenant go bust and then the war came. There are cheaper building materials available; so, it moulders on, not producing anything.”
“You seemed to suggest that you have another purpose now,” proposed Draco.
“Yes. I act as a front for Elysium. As you have no doubt noticed, I have a very thriving vegetable garden. Much of what I sell is the produce of the Elysian gardeners. By carefully arranging different outlets for the food, each client thinks it’s from my patch … Well … some of it is. Just a small amount in each assignment.”
“That explains the piles of produce that you always inferred you had picked earlier,” remarked Janos: “Even when I couldn’t see a bare patch where it had come from.”
Vratsa chuckled: “He’s almost too nosy, you know. Good for his education, but not for my nerves. Thank Merlin you know the truth now, Boy.”
“I stopped being a boy, a long time ago, Vratsa.”
“Not to me, you haven’t, I’m still old enough to be your grandfather!”
“You’re my grandfather?” Janos stared at Vratsa wide eyed.
“No, not really … Err … Perhaps you had better know now … There’s no point in keeping it from you any longer.”
“A great uncle, then?” Janos guessed.
“No relation, Janos. You see I was very friendly with your father, despite the generation gap. He used to go on dangerous missions. Each time he went on one, he would ask me to keep an eye on you … Well … One day he didn’t come back. Then you disappeared. Next time I found you; you were staying in Nebjosa’s house and doing things that your father wouldn’t have liked. But, knowing him, he would have understood. He would tell me of hair-raising things he had done to survive, not all of them moral or pleasant.”
“Did you know my mother then?”
“Sorry, lad, no. She died in the mountains giving birth to you. Your father did his best, but there was no medical help and it was deep midwinter. While he tried to keep you warm, she froze to death. I think it was that experience that made him not care about his own life and go on those dangerous missions.”
“So, who was the old lady whom I vaguely remember?”
“Your great-grandmother. What do you remember of her?”
“Not much, she was frail, and I would look after her garden, best I could at that young age. One day she went to sleep, and I couldn’t wake her. Thinking back, I suppose she had died. Not that I realised that at the time. Having eaten all the food in her small store I wandered off. When I was hungry other people would feed me and occasionally give me clothes. I wasn’t theirs so I soon learned to move on before they kicked me out. The rest you know. Vratsa, what was mother’s name?”
“Your father never said. He just teared-up if she were mentioned. So, I never asked after that, Sorry!”
“My father’s name then?”
“Janos, just like you.”
“Do either of them have a grave?”
“I imagine so, but I know not of them, Sorry!”
Janos stared at the horizon for a few minutes; he heaved a sigh: “No need to be sorry. At least I know a little more. Maybe, one day, you can tell me more about him, but not now, please.”
“There is one thing else you should know.”
“What?”
“Your father was a mage, so was your mother.”
“So why aren’t I?”
“Sometimes the gene isn’t passed on. There was no point in telling you, but now you have involved yourself with mages, you should be aware. You are in the best company at the moment; the seers have been very vociferous about the magical community supporting squibs.
“Squibs?”
Harry put an arm around Janos’s shoulders: “It’s a technical name for non-magical offspring of a magical family. Not so long ago, they were treated as outcasts, but no longer. As far as we’re concerned it makes no difference to our friendship or wanting to help you.”
Janos gave a bitter laugh: “Not much difference really, I’ve been an outcast since I was a toddler. I’m used to it. Thanks for the offer of friendship, I appreciate that.” He shrugged and smiled: “D’you think that’s why I’m so intrigued with the magical world?”
“Could be. We know of a few who feel at home with things thaumic.”
“Good! So, what’s next?”
Maximiliano spoke: “We’re much of an age, Janos. We’ve come to like you. I’m sure we could find you a bed, should you want to live in Italy.”
“Thanks Guys. I’ll think about it. In a way I’ve made a life for myself here.”
“You could always come and stay for a holiday,” Vittorio added: “As to what’s next, Harry and Draco, you know we’ve been talking to the gardeners and learning their charms … Well … Some of the clan areas are overcrowded.”
“Yes, so they told us.”
“Err … Do you think your Uncle might sell the quarries, Janos? We’re sure some of the Elysian clans could make them fertile and it would help the overcrowding.”
“You have been busy!” admired Draco: “Have you mentioned your ideas to the clans concerned?”
Vittorio chuckled: “It’s the other way round, they asked us to ask you to help.”
“What do you think Vratsa?”
“When you were visiting some of them came through the tunnel and had a look. Not that they told me what they were thinking. I thought they were looking at the tholus your team had erected. I suppose it’s a possibility.”
“Uncle will give the quarries to you if you ask him.”
“Why’s that Janos?”
“He’s always grumbling about how useless they are. He had some builders nibbling, but they backed out when they realised how costly it would be to make a proper road up here. If you remember my taxi started to boil before we were half-way up.”
“I think we should pay a fair price for it, Janos,” observed Draco: “After all, the money would go to helping you and your friends. Maybe you could afford a couple of new taxis and a couple of boats. The tourist trade is where you are already engaged. Perhaps you and your friends wouldn’t have to sell your bodies in order to make ends meet.”
“All right! You have a point. Maybe we could afford to get Rad sorted. I can find out how much the building company was offering.”
“How so? And who or what is Rad?”
“I do all of Uncle’s filing for him. He just reads it and puts it down anywhere; then he panics when he needs it again. Rad? Proper name Radovan … Well … He’s one of our traumatised inmates. The doctor’s shrug and say ‘shell shock, he’ll get over it’. But he hasn’t. I like him a lot, but he’s monosyllabic, buries his head in books, even when he’s cooking, he’s reading a book. It’s as though he uses books like a wall to hide behind. He’s quite an eyeful too.”
Draco looked at Janos piercingly: “Do I take it that you fancy him?”
Janos blushed and looked at his feet: “Yes!” he whispered. Then in a slightly louder voice: “It wouldn’t be fair to proposition him, would it? Not in his state. Anyway, I’m tainted goods.”
Draco thought it would be wise to change the subject: “How soon could we go and see your uncle?”
“Someone will be coming up here to collect the house’s vegetables tomorrow morning, we could go down with them.”
“Very good, we’ll do that. It’d be good to know how much the builders were offering. Then we could clear it with our board.”
“I think you should go and talk to Psyche first. Tell her what you’re thinking of doing.”
“Why’s that, Vratsa.”
“Never mind why, one of you seers go, all private like.”
H: *You go Draco.*
D: *Very good!* “I’ll go and see her.”
“Meanwhile, the rest of us will go to the quarry, Said Harry: “I want to see the difference between those water-lifting charms that Max and Vito have learned, and the one that Hamish taught me. Do you want to stay here, Janos, or come and get soaked with us?”
“Erm … Vratsa … Have you any pictures of my dad?”
“You stay with me; I’ll see what I have. If you like, I’ll tell you of the things he used to tell me.”
“Thanks.”
It did not take too long for Draco to find Psyche and tell her of the proposal.
#Can you swim?
#Yes?#
#Come with me … … … You’ll need to strip.#
While Draco stripped, Psyche collected a sponge like object from her house.
She eyed him up and down: #Mmm … Nice! If you wet this thoroughly you will be able to breathe underwater. # She showed him the mouthpiece whilst eyeing his tackle.
Psyche entered the water and Draco followed, she waited whilst he wet the sponge-lung, and then dived. The lung was a bit cumbersome until Draco found two straps, which he fastened together around his body. Psyche nodded once and went down. Draco followed her, breathing fairly easily, in through his mouth, out through his nostrils. About twenty feet down they reached the bottom and Psyche seemed to be searching for something. At last she found it and started to scrape at the mud and sand. Draco joined her and within a minute or two he saw the gleam of gold. She then started to cover it up, so Draco did the same.
Back on the surface Psyche said: #If you can get him to sell, we can afford to buy. As you saw.#
#I take it that that’s a bit of Athena?#
#We found it eons ago but had no use for it. As you saw it had been converted into ingots. They have Milos’s stamp on them. We don’t speak about them in public, for obvious reasons. I’m quite surprised Vratsa knew about them.#
#He didn’t actually talk of the substance. Just told me to come and see you.#
#I see … Mmm … I’m the Caucus’s Treasurer … He knows that we’re fairly well-off.#
#Your secret’s safe with us, don’t worry. But we’ll need to get one of those ingots valued.”
#I have one that weighs something like half a pound. Last time we had it valued it was worth just about a thirteen hundred galleons. You can borrow it if you like.#
#Let’s get the deal set up first. I’d rather not carry that much around casually in one lump sum. Thank you for trusting me, though.#
#You’re welcome.#
#You do realise that all we seers will know, don’t you?#
“I overheard you telling Anza about your communal mind. Ours is very vague, but we sense each other’s’ emotions. With the scouts it’s the other way round. One always stays inside the tholus, so he can tell us of approaching danger. Thus, we knew of your approach and setting up the campsite. Not that we knew whether you were friend or foe.”
“So, the reception committee was armed.”
“I didn’t think it showed?”
“It didn’t, but that’s what we would have done in a similar situation.” Draco cast a tempus: “I just have time to go to see our committee. Then in the morning I’ll go and see Nebjosa.”
~~~ TOWN HOUSE ~~~
Both Draco and Harry accompanied Janos to Nebjosa’s house. Janos’s uncle was suspicious of their motives to begin with. Draco suggested he look up their credentials on the web, which Nebjosa did. One of the reasons for Draco porting back to Godric’s Hollow, was to see Dudley and make sure that the correct credentials appeared on their website, plus a general description of their charity work. Once Nebjosa had interrogated the site he came back in a different frame of mind and asked if they would like to be shown around the house.
They went into the kitchen and found Janos’s friend, Radovan, stirring a large pan of vegetables and reading a book at the same time.
H: *He has an aura!*
D: *Yes, I noticed.*
Nebjosa unobtrusively indicated Radovan and subtly beckoned the seers out of the kitchen: “He’s extremely withdrawn. There may be a cure, but it would cost far too much for us to afford. He hardly communicates with anyone. Janos, you seem to get the most out of him.”
“Yes, but it’s not much. I’m not even sure his proper name is Radovan, or what his past story was.”
D&H had a quick mind conference.
Whilst Draco suggested that their charity might be able to help Harry grabbed Janos’s hand.
H: *Did you know he was magical?*
J: *Like you? No! Will you help him, please?*
H: *If we can, we will. You go and volunteer to do the cooking, so I can hold his hand.*
As soon as Draco suggested it, Nebjosa called Radovan away from the pot and Janos went to take over.
“No, I’ll do the cooking, you stay with Rad, he’ll be calmer if you’re with him. Maybe if he was in his room too.”
Radovan’s room was a small division of a larger room. It contained a bed, a chair and a wardrobe. The most striking feature was that the dividing wall was made of a full height bookcase, crammed with books.
“Rad, these are two new friends of mine. They’d like to talk to you. May they.”
Radovan shrugged and looked resigned, then he sat in the middle of the bed. Janos sat on one side, Draco took the chair, leaving Harry the remaining piece of bed. Before he sat, Harry offered his hand to Radovan, as if to shake and then prolonged handshake just a little.
H: *Hello, I’m Harry, and my friend holding hands with Janos is Draco.*
Radovan gaped at Harry and gripped his hand harder: *You’re speaking inside my head. How do you do that?*
H: *It’s a special gift, Rad. One that you have too.*
Radovan looked worriedly at Janos, who by this time was holding Draco’s hand, who comforted: *It’s all right, Rad. I know it’s strange, but they are some of the best people to help you.*
R: *I’m not worth helping. I’m a murderer, and yet I live. I burned them alive. Yet I don’t know how I did it.*
H: *Draco and I think you have the same kind of powers that we have. We were taught how to control them. We would like to help you do the same. Before I was trained, I put someone who was taunting me into a cage with a snake.*
R: *Did the snake bite him?*
H: *No! The snake didn’t like him either and wriggled away. A few years later someone was attacking me, and the snake came to my aid.*
R: *No one came to my aid when my family was attacked.*
J: *So you knew your parents, did you? I never knew mine.*
R: *I burned the people who shot my parents and little sister. Burned them to ashes. I was so angry I thought bad things and they happened.* Radovan lapsed into silence with tears running down his face.
Janos hugged him: *I would have done the same Rad. I don’t think in that case it was murder. I suppose it happened during our war, did it?*
Radovan squirmed: *Yes … I’d been out gathering wood for our fire when I heard shots. They came from the direction of our cottage, so I dropped the wood and ran back. I thought to go carefully as I neared our garden. My mother and sister were on the ground and two men were holding my father and threatening him. I was behind some bushes wondering what to do, when Dad yelled: ‘No I won’t!’ and the third man shot him. ‘May they burn in Hell’, I thought, and they started to scream as flames engulfed them. That frightened me, and I felt very weak. I must have collapsed. Sometime later I woke up, thinking it had been a bad dream. I was hungry, very hungry so I thought to go to the house and get something to eat. Only there wasn’t a house any longer. Just a pile of smoking ash. I was so hungry, I pulled up some potatoes and cooked them in the embers and rank lots of water from the stream. Then I lay down again and went to sleep. I woke with the dawn, feeling a bit better physically but not mentally. As I found the remains of my parents and sister; I vowed never to think those kinds of angry thoughts ever again. I wandered off and begged food for a year or so until Uncle Neb found me.*
Radovan started to cry, so did Janos. Neither of them would let go of the seers’ hands, either. Harry and Draco sat there, trying to push comforting and healing thoughts through the bond that still bound all four of them. Nebjosa looked in and, taking in the situation, he nodded once at Draco and quietly withdrew.
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