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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 conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
{Allusions to sexual activity but no description}
Festive Season
That Autumn was full of activity, but there were occasional times when the seers could relax with their friends, or quietly inhabit the Hermitage. They needed those quiet times because the year’s end was looming. For nearly six weeks around and after the winter solstice there would be little let-up. They felt that they should, as a combined family, fulfil at least one invitation from each of the groups who knew them. Their timetable was helped by the Scandinavian mages liking the actual solstice, the British ones preferring the Christmas week, and certain European ones celebrating thereafter. The Eastern mages followed the orthodox calendar, so their Christmas celebrations took place after the New Year. Those considerations eased the immediate burden but elongated the time when the seers’ family would have to be on their best behaviour.
The season started with the annual Saint Nicholas gathering at Gringotts, this time there were no presentations, just friendly banter and good food. The following day, the priest in Guéthary had asked them to attend the celebration of Saint Azenor. She was a French lady of noble birth who, according to the legend; whilst bearing a child, was falsely accused of adultery, sentenced to be put into a barrel and thrown into the sea. The child was born in the barrel and the barrel miraculously took her to Ireland. When her son grew up, he first became an abbot in Ireland and then, as a bishop, returned to France. In his sermon the priest made much of people being saved from the sea’s clutches and made a point of blessing the local lifeboat and its crew.
As the weather was fine the seers stopped over in the ‘glass house’ for three days, before going to visit Arnetz’s Aunt at El Altogranja on her one-hundred and sixty-ninth birthday. She was happy to see them but forgot their names almost immediately and invented ones of her own. Her birthday party was fairly short-lived, because after a couple of hours she went to sleep. Arnetz had warned them that this was likely to happen, so they departed quietly. The following day had three of them ensconced at the college with their undergraduates; setting up their Christmas assignments, whilst Ginevra was with Kreacher finalising the arrangements for the forthcoming family Yuletide festivities.
December the thirteenth had them at Villa Pirelli and celebrating Saint Lucy. Joining in the festival of lights and being served afterward with a large pasta feast, topped off with a thick chocolate drink with grains of wheat in it, supposed to help you see better. Naturally, many of the Dumbledorians supported them. One day spent at the Hermitage, recovering; had them ready for another formal dinner; meeting the Florentine Minister for Magic at the Apartamento Zabini.
Then it was to the Patrimonio for a Sunday mass in honour of Saint Albina. It seems she was martyred by order of the emperor Trajan. After the solemnity, the seers found out the real reason for their invitation, it was to sample, with the villagers, the new vintage from the cellars beneath. Monday’s engagement was organised at Schloss Buhler. They were part of a boatload of guests who were going to attend a Lewandowski Concert in Berlin. Thus, they were showing solidarity with the Jewish mages and enjoying some excellent music at the same time. Concert over; they returned to the castle’s cellar and remembered the victims of the holocaust by keeping a midnight vigil.
Glaswelltdy was Tuesday’s engagement. This was a prize giving lunch, where certificates were handed out to successful mining students, Harry being expected to do the honours. The following two days, the seers were less on show in Godric’s Hollow, where they attended the Yule Fair on one day and the School’s Nativity play during the following evening. After that, it was to Helltröllstimø for the midnight solstice celebrations. Sleeping-in during the following morning in order to have energy enough to attend the Yule Ball at Hogwarts. This now had a heavily international flavour because the senior students from all the academies had been invited to attend.
After service on Sunday and, of course, the village lunch. The seers went to visit the permanent convalescents at the Manor Nursing Home. It was part of their normal monthly round of visits, but, this time, had a festive feel as well. The following day, Christmas Eve, was spent with the stay-at-school students who were at the Annex. Part of the fun was taking them on a train to see the lights decorating the trees at Somerford. They returned to sing carols in the square and then toured the caves where Draco managed to tell the children a suitably scary ghost story, helped by some of Hogwarts’ ghosts to make it real. Then in the evening there was an indoor Quidditch match inside the barn. Tired, Seers, family and guests slept soundly. However, Draco and Harry had to sneak around and fill all the hung socks with presents, ready for Christmas morning.
Morning service had all the family crowded in the Squire’s Pew above Godric’s chapel. The crowded church glowed with decorations and John blessed the crib as part of the celebration. To Number Twelve for the family festivity, with Narcissa and Winky ensuring everything was perfect. As before, Draco carved whilst Harry served and, for the Christmas pudding, they swapped roles. After a suitable post-prandial rest, slightly more sophisticated party games took place, not forgetting Ollivander’s story plus Hamish’s and Dolores’s musical interludes.
Boxing, or Saint Steven’s Day, had them at Abdulmuralla, and in the quarry for Estéban’s name-day open-air mass, followed by various motor-bike trials and races. For a change, the seer family were spectators. That is, except Teddy who was competing, he obtained an acceptable third place in his particular event. Thursday honoured Saint John at les Lacs, and then Holy Innocents the following day at Cerroverde.
Saturday had them back at the village for the hunt and the evening ball. This time Ginevra did not have an unwanted admirer, it was Astoria who managed to become unseated and land in the mud; not that anyone would have realised it by her regal appearance later in the evening. Sunday afternoon was set aside for the Schwartzberg and snow sports which lasted most of Monday, too. Then it was to Durmstrang and Blaulindeninsel for midnight fireworks, courtesy of WWW. Cabinetting to the Grunrasenhof to sleep before attending the Viennese New Year’s Day Concert.
Concert enjoyed, the children claimed their parents’ attention for the rest of the day and most of the next. The whole family joining with the Delacours to feast at Le Manoir de L’Avre in the evening. Thursday and Friday were devoted to Irish festivities. An evening ceilidh at the Fortress and celebrating Saint Fianait’s Day at the Rath the following morning. Their enjoyment there included a couple of horse races where Astoria claimed a second prize and Draco managed a first in the broomstick obstacle race. Harry came nowhere, having managed to fall off into the moat. Their exertions were rewarded by a massive Irish feast afterwards.
There was little time to recover because another ball was the next event, at Beauxbatons to celebrate Twelfth Night, as usual. Epiphany was celebrated in Venice with, an evening reception at the palazzo. Somehow, they managed a long restful gondola ride after the morning service and before the evening festivities. Elysium called the following day, because it was the Orthodox Christmas. Quite a different form of celebration, and very moving. The children thought it was great fun to ride up and down on the incline-cars at Eden, and Ginevra had to be quite firm with them about them not being playthings. Harry and Draco were slightly peeved, not that they showed it, because accompanying the children had given them an excuse to have a few rides, too.
Tuesday had the children on the Hogwarts Express; Lily and her gang starting back at school, and the seers being present at Montecristo for the welcoming feast. The Satyr Seclusion visit was next on the list to be followed by viewing the dragons the following day. On the way back the seers managed to have a quiet day on Sziget Karola where the ghosts had managed to coax flowers to bloom out of season – that was very restorative. Probably a good thing, because they were hosting a Strauss extravaganza at the Grunrasenhof the following evening. Although Grandmamma said it was their show, she insisted that it was done her way. Sitting enthroned on a gilded plush chair and issuing orders. Not that the seers minded too much, because the festivity was extremely successful.
Sunday the thirteenth of January, had them at the Burrow and attending a service conducted by Tim and his wife in honour of Saint Hilary, one of the churches in their group was dedicated to the saint. There was a parish bean-feast afterwards. Totally bushed the seers went to Chalet Cadmus to recuperate. However, boredom soon set in. Snow on the Alps enticed them as well as sailing on the lake. They even managed a couple of mountain train rides, too. Their programme was not that all-encompassing, neither were they on-show, so they had been able to relax for a few days.
Sunday, twentieth of January had them at Boscorifugio, honouring Saint Sebastian with the Sardinian magicals. Then it was back to the college to see their undergraduates for a week and make a start to organise a more mundane routine. Just one more celebration to go. The following weekend had them at the croft and at Sonnach McMillan before attending Up Helly Aa in the Shetland Islands. The muggles had great fun parading around in Viking armour and other outlandish costumes. As a public finale they burnt their replica Viking galley before attending a number of all-night parties.
For the magicals this ceremony had other meanings. This was the culmination of their Yule thanksgiving for their gifts and a symbolic burning of their failures, in order to start the New Year with a clean slate. The fire also welcomed the reappearing sun which, this far north, was now rising above the hills and the chill of winter was beginning to dissipate.
Half term was soon upon them – there was another celebration to be held, that of their children’s combined birthday parties. This was a phased festivity starting with the youngest and finishing with the oldest. Not only was the seer family involved, but because of careful timing all their close friends had managed to conceive at much the same time. The Fluence, Harry was sure, had some influence on this fortuitous happenstance. It gave the children, in the aftermath of the equinoctial shenanigans, something to look forward to in the intervening grey winter weeks.
~~~ ABDUCTION ~~~
Kids back at school, their planned arrangements were interrupted by some old muggle friends.
That particular Saturday there had been a Wizengamot meeting which Harry and Draco felt they should attend. The debate lasted until the mid-afternoon, so it was just after three when they went back to Grimond Square.
Sitting in the central garden were two muggle figures whom the two seers recognised.
“Hello Tom, Leo; are you waiting for us?”
“Yes Draco, this is my partner Lance, who’s also a friend of Leo’s.”
“Good afternoon,” Draco shook hands with Lance; followed by Harry, as they were introduced.
“Do I imagine that this is not just a social call?” asked Harry, noticing Tom’s anxious looks.
“Quite right! Two of our friends have gone missing. Vanished out of their rooms, like you did to me. At least that’s what I suppose, because the surveillance cameras don’t show them leaving conventionally. They had been interfered with.”
Harry grinned: “Who; your friends?”
Tom grinned back: “No, the cameras!”
“I think we should go inside, don’t you?” suggested Draco: “Things like this should be discussed in private.”
“Exactly my thinking,” replied Leo: “I’m quite surprised we haven’t been spotted and mobbed already.”
“That’s possibly because the square hosts mostly magical residents. Most of whom don’t watch television, or go to the muggle cinema.”
By this time, they had reached Number Twelve and were going inside.
Lance jumped when Walburga greeted the seers, staring at the moving/talking portrait in awe. He was even more surprised when Grouchy popped into existence to ask if they would like tea.
Tom grinned at his lover: “I warned you to expect unusual things.”
“Yes … But these are weird!” Lance shuddered
“I take it that you have not revealed our thaumic world to Lance then?”
“No Draco! We were sworn to secrecy, as you know.”
Harry grinned: “Permanent partners should not have secrets, Tom … … …” and proceeded to enlighten an astounded Lance about the basics of the magical world.
At the end, Tom hugged his mate: “Now you see why I thought Harry and Draco could help.”
“Perhaps you should tell us about this help you need?”
“Okay, Draco! Lance and Leo are over here doing some filming they’re using my house as a place to stay and we have a couple of friends staying also. Max and Doug. Our flat is near where the shoot is, and it has reasonable security. Or, at least, I thought it had. Now Max and Doug are missing.”
“Are you sure they just haven’t gone out for a walk, or a meal, or shopping?”
“Yes. There’s this note about wanting a lot of cash. Saying they’ll be used outrageously if we go to the police. The note suggests some very disgraceful publicity which would put paid to their acting careers. So … we came to you.”
“Can we see the note, please?”
“Sorry! We gave it to our agent to deal with.”
Just then the floo flared and Lance jumped yet again: {Harry we need help again,} said Kingsley, out of the flames.
“Could it be two abducted actors?”
{Yes – On the ball as usual – who are the friends?}
“Friends of the abductees; come to ask for our help, two of them you’ve met before.”
{Good! We’ve had a note saying that Max and Doug will be mutilated horribly if the police are seen to be involved and asking for a reply. At the moment the muggle Prime Minister is stalling. He’s in a cleft stick. He can’t be seen to give in to blackmail, but he’ll have a public outcry on his hands if two such well-known actors go missing. He therefore asked for our help.}
“Frightened of losing the forthcoming election, is he?” asked Draco, drily.
Kingsley grinned: {You know politics as well as I do, Seneschal Malfoy.}
A: *We’ve been listening in. Tell Kingsley that I’ll port to his office to act as liaison, as before.*
H: *Fine!* “Tor says she’ll floo to your office, Kingsley.”
{Thanks, I suppose that means you’ve accepted the job.}
“How could we refuse?” Draco asked drily.
Kingsley grinned at him and closed the floo down.
“Tom, do you have a secluded garden?”
“No. But there’s a secluded terrace with flower beds; all private like on top of the flat we live in. So far it’s fooled the paparazzi.”
“Good! Accio visitor Scarab!” Said item appeared in Draco’s hand: “I assume that you two are wearing yours? They’ll need charging.”
Tom and Leo fished out theirs from under their shirts. Harry grabbed those and set about topping up their thaumic reserves. Draco, meanwhile, explained to Lance what the scarab was and charmed it.
“I want you all to think about the terrace at Tom’s flat. Imagine it in your minds. Tom and Leo, grip Harry’s hands hard, Lance do the same to me. You all have to agree, in your inner mind, what the terrace looks like and then share those visions with us. Whatever you do, don’t stop gripping our hands.” Draco’s spare hand was gripping Harry’s waist and touching his skin in order to envision all the trio’s memories.
It took about five minutes for the three muggles to agree their own visions. At first, they tried verbally describing it, but soon got the hang of envisioning it behind their closed eyelids.
Draco was monitoring the visions, he steered them away from the small ornamental pool in the middle, choosing a place between some benches: “Apparemus!”
“I feel sick. Where are we?”
“Tom’s terrace, I hope. Sip a bit of this, Lance, it helps with the queasiness.”
“Yes, this is my home. The stairs are over there. I’ll have a sip too.”
“How did you get us here that quick?”
“It’s called apparition,” explained Harry: “Do you remember Star Trek and ‘Beam me up Scotty’? Well it’s like that, only magical, not electronic or whatever.”
“Got the idea, thanks! Let me show you where we think they were abducted from.”
There were two unfinished drinks – obviously gone cold. A few scuffle marks on the carpet also. Draco and Harry prowled around holding hands and probing for thaums.
H: *I can’t sense anything thaumic!*
D: *Neither can I. So, they must be muggle abductors. Now how to trace them?*
H: *I have an idea.* “You said something about a surveillance system, Tom.”
“Yes, but it’s all fuzzy. As I said before; it’s been interfered with.”
G: *I have Dudders with me. Should he have a look?*
H: *It’s worth a try.*
There was a crack, Dudley and Ginevra appeared. Lance jumped once again. Draco immediately offered them the potion which they sipped whilst listening to the explanation. Ginevra apparated back to the village and Dudley was shown the computer. There he spent half an hour grimacing and occasionally cursing before he began to smile.
“Here we are. That van looks quite unusual and we have a good print showing the registration number. I’ve already sent it to Kingsley.”
Dudley had condensed the electronic jumble of signals into a sequence of stills. Some showed Max answering the door; him and Doug being carried, apparently struggling, towards the van; then the van driving away. One curious part of the middle sequence of pictures was that they appeared to have no trousers or undershorts on. On playing back the first set it was apparent that Max seemed only to be wearing a towel when he answered the door.
The viewers’ imagined explanations seemed quite bizarre; including spilled drinks at one end of the spectrum to gay sex at the other.
“The pool isn’t really designed for swimming in,” remarked Tom: “It’s far too small.”
“I pity them if the press gets hold of that picture,” remarked Leo, pointing: “Justin had a lot of problems a few years ago when they tele-photo’d him naked on an island. They’ve got me a couple of times, too.”
“I can see are people staring at them in that picture – they probably they think it’s a film stunt.”
Draco looked closely and decided that both abductees were showing signs of subsiding erections.
“Now, what happens?”
“We wait for Tor to tell us …” *Yes, Tor.*
A: *Kingsley has a report that they’re going north on the motorway …* Draco relayed that and various other sightings as the van was spotted. That included the van stopping at a service station and buying six plastic cups of coffee or tea. As only four abductors had been seen in the reclaimed pictures it was supposed that the two abductees were still with them.
“It’s going dark; I hope we don’t lose them when night comes.”
A: *They’re turning off at a junction not too far from Godric’s Hollow.*
G: *I didn’t know that Dean and Seamus knew the Hendy charm. Anyway, we’re up on our brooms and flying towards that turnout … Dean’s found them … *
A: *Good thing, too. There’s no accurate surveillance beyond the confines of the motorway.*
G: *They’re on the road that leads to the abandoned mine. There’s still some snow about up here, so they’re being careful … One of them has got out and is using a brush to cover their tracks … It’s cold up here, I’m using a warming charm … They’ve stopped … Doug and Max are completely naked now … I hope they don’t get frost-bite … Dean’s staying to keep watch … Seamus and I are going to get warmer clothes and then relieve him … We’ve set up a homing beacon near a hut.* All this, as it came through, was relayed to the audience in Tom’s lounge.
H: *Thanks Ginny. We’ll come home too.* “Right guys. Do you want to come with us, or do you want to stay here?”
Tom looked at Lance and then Leo: “We’ll come with you. All we’ll do is fret if we stay here. If there are watchers, they won’t have seen us come back, so it might appear odd if we came out of the door.”
“Fine! We’ll apparate back to Number Twelve and then use the portals.”
“Do they make you feel sick, too?”
“No Lance, just a slight tingle.”
On landing inside Number Twelve they had a quick sip of the queasiness potion and then walked through the portals to the cottage – Lance having to be handed through, as it was his first time. Tom had a bundle with him containing some of Max’s and Doug’s clothes.
After gathering warm clothes Harry and Draco apparated side-along led by Seamus to where an invisible Dean stood within his own warm ward circle. The first thing they did was to expand that circle. Astoria had provided Ginevra with a detailed plan of the mine. This she had given to Draco. When he unfolded it in the warm hideout Dean and Seamus filled them in about the abductors’ residence area, as far as they knew. Seamus stayed on guard whilst Dean disapparated to go and find something to eat. Harry and Draco then ensured their storm-proof clothing was secured and ventured out into the freezing night air.
D: *At least the abductors won’t venture out in this sleet.*
H: *I’m not enjoying it either.*
Their footsteps crunched slightly but were made inaudible by the noises the wind made, rushing through gaps in the ruined buildings, and flapping corrugated iron. In the main building some of the windowpanes had not been vandalised, and those that had were boarded up. At least, in the area where the kidnappers and their victims were staying. Looking through the remaining panes of glass was difficult, firstly because they were encrusted in dirt and secondly because the inmates had hung some sort of a blanket as well.
After a little searching Draco found a cracked pane and managed to carefully make a small hole in the blanket behind. At the same time, he created a glamour so that the hole was not apparent. Peering through it in turn, the two seers agreed that the four card-playing people inside were the same people who had carried their victims to the van. Neither Max nor Doug were among them.
Further exploration found another similarly masked window. This time, Harry thaumically bored a small hole through one of the boards and its backing blanket, disguising it as before. Peering through that the seers could see two very presentable, but obviously distressed, naked men lying on their backs and tied to their supporting beds. Draco had bored an equivalent hole and saw that both actors supported purple erections.
D: *I think they’ve been given a muggle potion to keep them hard.*
H: *I think it’s called Viagra. They’ve got very nice bodies, haven’t they?*
D: *Yes, I fancy the dark one. Though his prick isn’t as nice as yours.”
H: *Fine! I’d like to wank the blond one. I reckon someone’s been playing with them already.*
Almost on cue, one of the captors came in. He went over to Max and took hold of his prick. Despite his protests the man started to masturbate him. It was obvious to the watchers that Max was almost ready to spurt, when the guard stopped and transferred to Doug.
“Why don’t you finish us off?”
“Our instructions are to keep you hard until the boss comes. He’ll finish you off.”
D: *We should wait and try to catch the boss as well.*
H: *Um … Yes! Let’s see if we can find another way in. I don’t fancy storming in one at a time through that narrow door. I’ve never experimented to see if one of our blocking charms prevents bullets, and we saw their guns, didn’t we?*
D: *I’m told that a deflecting charm is best. Not that I want to put it to the test if I can find another way. Let’s look for a sneaky way in, as you suggest.*
They found one. It was the transom of the toilet window. It had been left open because of the unsavoury smell coming from the blocked lavatory. On further inspection it was not a flushing loo, but a festering earth closet which had not been emptied for many years; hence the stink. Nevertheless, Harry, being smaller, climbed in and went to loosen the window in the next-door wash-room. That made things much easier and less pungent. They placed a thaumic lock on the window, plus a glamour to make it look the same as it had been previous to their intervention. They heard a door open and scurried outside to peer through the holes into the captives’ room. Another of the captors was playing with Max. This time using a little lubricating oil and making Max whimper and shudder as his sensitive glans was caressed. When pre-cum appeared, the manipulator stopped and went to play with Doug.
As the abductor left, Draco opted to stay on watch, whilst Harry went to tell Seamus what they had found.
“We’ve been using the daffodils,” replied the Irishman: “There’s a small Dumbledorian army ready to come through this temporary cabinet. General Ron’s in charge.”
Harry grinned back at Seamus, “Good! I’ll have a chat.” Using his own daffodil Harry called up Ron and repeated what he had told Seamus.
{If I might borrow your cloak, Harry, I’ll come at first light and spy out the land. Tor says that the deadline quoted is the midnight to come, not the one almost upon us. Having sussed the positions, I’ll get Justin to apply glamours to the spots where I want people to be.}
“He can borrow my cloak if he needs it too.”
{Thanks. Tor says that Kingsley would like you to hold off rescue, to see if we can get the ringleader too. But he’ll trust your judgement if that’s impossible.}
“That’s what we were thinking. The two captives are naked and tied down. We’ve managed to get inside, and the building appears reasonably warm. We spied on them and they’re not shivering, so we can hold off for a bit.”
{Naked? Those two? I bet you and Draco are enjoying the floorshow.}
“It’s slightly frustrating, because the captors come and play with them occasionally. Not to full fruition, but to keep them hard.” Harry chuckled: “We both know which one we want to wank, if we get a chance.”
{You would … See you in the morning.}
“Fine!”
There was a muted bang and two people appeared. One was Mackenzie and the other Jimmy.
“Hi Harry, I apparated Jimmy over, so’s to keep the muggle secret service happy. I’m off to keep Kingsley and Tor company.”
“Fine! … See You! Hi Jimmy, I thought you had a royal appointment, or something.”
“I have. Special liaison officer to you magicals, reporting back to a certain prince we both know. It’ll keep the Prime Minister happy, and I get away from stuffy guarding duties. We still have our occasional fun, but there’s no love involved, either way.”
“Come with me and I’ll show you a decent eyeful, if you like. It’s about time Draco had a rest.”
Jimmy enjoyed his spy-work and also had a quiet exploration of the building’s interior. Between them they found out that two captors slept whilst two were on guard duty. Also, that the poor prisoners were serviced every hour, to ensure their rigidity.
With Jimmy on watch in the passageway, Draco and Harry, went to talk to Max and Doug. Explaining why they were there and asking their indulgence in order to capture the chief.
“Do us a favour, will you?” asked Max: “I know it’s unwise to untie us but, please, bring us off. It’s absolute agony like this.”
“Please,” agreed Doug: “You can clear up the mess afterwards, can’t you?”
“Yes! Are you really sure you don’t mind us wanking you?”
“Bloody well get on with it, before one of them comes back.”
The two seers were skilled – having practiced on each other, many times – and soon had their charges expelling their pent-up spunk. There was no time for explanations when the seers thaumically cleared away the mess, because Jimmy warned them of a captor’s imminence. The two seers used their Hendy disguise to become invisible, whilst the captor enjoyed his turn at two young appurtenances. He even made a remark as to how near they were to coming, because he noticed their increased sensitivity. So that session was quickly finished.
Captor gone, the seers reappeared, and a whispered explanation occurred, including swearing them to secrecy. When the next captor came in, Draco cast a believing charm on him, so that he thought he’d already wanked the two young men and left. The same happened a second time and then it was dawn. So, the three rescuers decided to absent themselves, promising to return to the rescue when the chief came.
After his morning survey, Ronald decided that, because of the chill, he would not deploy anyone until needed. In his survey he reported a flat area, further up the fell, one that looked as though it had been a quarry. There was only a track leading to it; so, he supposed it was from the early days when pack horses were used to convey the mined ore in paniers. However, there were no other tracks leading to it or the disused quarry. It was truly isolated. Ronald set a watch on the previously-used track telling the mage concerned to daffodil as soon as they spotted a vehicle approaching. Then the sun came out and the chill wind dropped, but no car appeared.
To their surprise a helicopter flew over quite low. Luckily, the few mages there, were still under disillusionment charms, for the machine appeared to be searching for signs of life. It did see some, but that was one of the guards coming out of the building and waving to it.
The helicopter veered off and approached the quarry area, where it landed. Its motor subsided and soon two people were seen coming down the track, carrying various items.
“That looks like a couple of video cameras,” whispered Jimmy from their hideout: “Do you think they’re going to make a porno vid. Are you sure those two aren’t fooling us.”
“Which two?”
“The naked actors.”
“I don’t think so; they did seem genuinely distressed … Though … Being actors, they could have been faking it.”
“If they were, that makes a lot of difference. It’s no longer really a criminal case. Lots of actors make porno movies now.”
“Then we’ll have to eavesdrop, and find out, wont we?”
“I didn’t bring any mikes with me this time.”
“Not to worry, Jimmy, you are still wearing your scarab, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Harry.”
“I’ll recharge it and you can wear my invisibility cape; we have another charm that makes us unnoticeable.”
Three agents crept down to the building. As they drew near, they could hear loud protests, and sobs. Looking through the holes they could see what was going on inside. Max was tied spread-eagled to the bed, bottom poking upwards, whilst three of the captors were trying to manipulate Doug’s purple prick towards the exposed hole. He was struggling and protesting, Max was the one sobbing. The whole process was being videoed by the strangers.
“D’you think they’re acting, or is it for real?”
“Let’s watch a minute longer. It looks as though they’ve lubricated Max’s bottom, and Doug’s prick is shiny, too.”
“That’s a dildo up his arse, that they’re removing.”
“They didn’t mention that when we chatted. Neither did we look. They were so intent on us wanking them.”
They watched as more struggling and shouting went on.
“That’s no play acting,” remarked Jimmy: “Time to rescue them, I think!”
Harry poked a finger through the hole where he had been spying: “Somnolems in Toto Habitoribus!”
Draco smirked: “Shall we go in and collect them, Jimmy.”
Jimmy smirked back: “I’ve heard of people going to sleep on the job before, but this seems slightly out of character. Yes, let’s!”
It was relatively easy for them to enter. Jimmy handcuffed the six captors and the two seers released Max and Doug. After a daffodil call Dean came over with the bundle of clothes that Tom had collected. When he arrived, he ogled the two sleeping actors. Then Harry retracted his Somnolems cantrip. Just to be sure Draco cast an Incarcerous on each of the captors at the same time.
They left the six men struggling in the bedroom and conducted two wobbly actors into the den where the captors had played cards.
Jimmy looked seriously at the naked pair: “Was that a put-up job, for a porno film.”
“If it was,” Max spat out vehemently: “Then we weren’t told about it.”
Harry and Draco felt the enraged truth as Max spoke. “We agree, they were abducted, Jimmy. His anger isn’t faked.”
“Okay! Get dressed and we’ll sort out the legalities later. Erm … Do you think I could have some help with the captives, please?”
Draco stayed with the actors and Harry went with Jimmy. He adopted his Hendy disguise and sent the six back to sleep. Using his connection with Astoria, he reported a successful mission completed and asked for a private room to be set up where Jimmy normally worked. There a beacon was set up, whereupon the six were encapsulated and transported there. Harry removed the encapsulation and then, just before he disapparated removed the second Somnolems. Thus, the six miscreants had no knowledge of any thaumic interference. When asked, Jimmy said he was experimenting with a quick acting gas and showed his fellow agents a supposedly empty cartridge.
Some months later Jimmy reported back. Not only were the six criminals charged with abduction, but various illegal immigrants were found incarcerated in premises they owned. They were equally victims, and had been forced into sexual slavery, not just the young women either but some young men for the gay scene as well. All six abductors were therefore, going to spend much of their lives staring at four plain walls with bars at the window and a heavily secured door.
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