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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]
~~~ TREPHINE’S OKRUH ~~~
At breakfast the following morning Aunt Trephine sat at the head of the table dressed in a gaudy scarlet robe.
*So much for secrecy!* was Draco’s disdainful sending to Harry.
Trephine was in no doubt about who ran the place – her. Not that Draco and Harry really minded; it was rather nice not having to organise everyone.
“Leonid and Taros must be found quickly. There are two problems to be solved; their relationship and Taros’s injuries. I look to our new Magisters to solve them both. You will start after breakfast is finished.”
“YES VIDMA TREPHINE,” they replied in chorus.
Oxana looked surprised at their ready acquiescence.
*I bet they’re gay,* sent Draco.
*Possibly – my new healing charms and your potions for the second?*
“You will use the ‘Point-me’ charm to locate them and I will go with you Magister Thunderstorm. Magister Cornfield will make potions with me afterwards, whilst you see to the injured boy. After that we shall visit Sophiamonastir.”
“Surely that’s a myth, Auntie,” Mama queried.
“It’s no myth, just an occlusion, that’s all. I am the last secret keeper and my great-great-great nephew, and his friend will be the new ones.”
“But he’s only just become an adult, Auntie.”
“Seven times three years is sufficient for this purpose, after all … He has decided on his lifestyle already … The removal of his father made him grow up that much earlier.”
“Doesn’t he have to have the Fluence, Auntie?” asked Oxana
“He has … I have been secretly tutoring him, but he needs a proper magical education. The magisters will see to that, won’t you?”
“I’m sure we can find him a place in one of the academies, Vidma Trephine.”
“His education will be here not in any fancy academy. Not only for him but his friend also and the other children you will find.”
“That may be a little difficult,” Draco tempered.
“Nonsense … Sophiamonastir is well equipped … You will do it there.”
F: *That’s how it will be, my sons.*
“Even the bird agrees with me, don’t you?” She looked fiercely at Fawkes roosting on the mantelpiece. Vidma Trephine continued issuing domestic orders to her muggle family whilst the seers ate their meal.
H: *Can she hear you too?*
F: *Only when I project at her. We had that conversation whilst she was getting dressed.* Fawkes seemed to sigh: *I do wish she didn’t call me ‘the bird’.*
H: *Um … I’m not sure about being called Thunderstorm either, but I’m unsure about persuading her otherwise.*
D: *I agree. She’s very forceful, isn’t she? Cornfield … Pah!*
F: *She’s of the old school … Her heart’s in the right place … So, I expect you to put up with it.*
D: *This Sophiamonastir, what is it?*
F: *The Monastery of Wisdom is on an island in the middle of Ozero Endryu – Andrew’s Lake – it was the old magical seminary before the soviets came. Not that many people knew of it, even then. Enough for now … You have work to do, my sons and so do I.* Fawkes shimmered out of sight.
The meal finished; Trephine went outside with the seers: “Where’re your wands?”
“We don’t use them anymore, Vidma,” replied Harry.
“Sometimes for show, though,” added Draco, we don’t always want to show others our complete thaumic range.”
“So far advanced … Well I never … Do you use broomsticks?”
“Yes.”
“There are a number in that shed, choose three suitable ones, Magister Cornfield.”
Draco spent five minutes sorting out the best magical vehicles; returning with three.
“Good choice,” Trephine recommended: “You will be the pointer … Mount up! Magister Thunderstorm, you will cast the point-me on him; once I have conveyed to him the likeness of Leonid.”
There were a couple of false starts and Draco felt confused.
“Do you remember finding me and guiding the troops to where I was being interfered with?”
“Yes, but that was different and very embarrassing.”
“Just get on with it Magisters, I imagine there are some of those feelings between the ones we are seeking.”
Harry sent: *sexy feeling,* and Draco felt his cock stiffening. He also stopped revolving in the air: “This way,” he pointed with a reddening face.
Quarter of an hour’s flight had them land in a glade half-way up a mountain.
“I can no longer feel the direction,” volunteered Draco, whose erection had subsided a little.
“No need to worry, they’re hiding in the hermitage. It’s a small cave and has an occlusion on its entrance.”
A hundred yards’ walk had them in front of a small cliff.
Trephine stood and stared at the rock: “All right, Leonid. You can lift the charm; I have the two Magisters with me – Cornfield and Thunderstorm. They’re here to help us, as I told you they would.”
The rock melted to reveal a rounded arch. Inside was a wide stone bed with animal skins on it and a rock-hewn table opposite. A bench was cut into the granite so that the table could be used. A sheepish looking teenager was cuddling another one under the bed-coverings. One had green eyes and the other, injured one, had Draco’s fair hair.
“How long has Taros been like that, Leonid?”
“Four days, Auntie.”
“Why did you not send for help?” Despite her stern exterior Draco could sense compassion.
“I did … I sent Kosty with a note attached to his collar.” Leonid was trembling.
“Oh well … It probably came off on a bush somewhere. Now, you’re to let Magister Thunderstorm inspect Taros. He will be able to heal the contusions. How did it happen?”
Whilst Harry inspected a naked Taros; Leonid explained about the incident. It seemed that there were some loutish young men a little older than these two. They had taken exception to Taros’s somewhat feminine ways and beaten him up.
“… I’m going to hex their balls off, once Taros’s better,” was the end of the description.
“No, you’re not …”
“… But Auntie …”
“… We’ll think of something that is not confrontational.”
“Yes, Leonid, I know what you feel like; it has happened to me more than once,” put in Draco: “I’m still learning, from Harry here, how to defend properly. Open retaliation only stirs up more strife. We need to heal the world quietly, just as Harry’s healing Taros now.”
Taros gave a grunt and then opened his blue eyes: “You’re Harry Potter; I’ve seen your picture in the paper … Ow … That hurt.”
“I was just removing a bruise, Taros; you’ll feel better soon. He has internal injuries too Vidma.”
“Is he well enough to be transported?”
“I think so.”
“Very good … Mobilicorpus him to my home.”
Harry made a skin go longitudinally rigid and with Taros wrapped in it, he and Draco flew with the injured young man between them. Vidma Trephine had Leonid ride tandem with her. It took a little longer, but soon Taros was in a clean guest bed.
“We need some experts, Vidma. I can call them up.”
“The floo is that fireplace.”
“I don’t need one.” *Tor, would you ask Poppy to come to the Crimean Farm, please? She could port to the Dacha and apparate from there … Here are the co-ordinates. We have a trainee wizard with internal injuries; and we need her diagnostic skills. Draco’s making potions with the local witch.*
Astoria replied in the affirmative and Harry set about carefully bed-washing Taros. He became quite turned on because the young man appeared to be a younger version of Draco, but without the oversized prick. He also remembered his sexy healings of the other three muggle prisoners from Woodyates
Within fifteen minutes Poppy was at the Dacha asking, via Astoria, for a homing beacon to be set up. Five minutes later they both appeared in front of the farmhouse. Harry shut the homing beacon down as Astoria apparated back. Poppy went to look at Taros who was somewhat uncomfortable with a strange witch examining his nakedness.
“Don’t be silly boy. I’ve seen more naked males than you have had hot meals. Take your hands away I need to inspect your genitals to make sure there is no permanent damage. After all, you did tell Harry that was where they kicked you most.”
Taros reluctantly revealed his baby-makers.
“Why were you so shy? They’re not deformed, or too small. Don’t compare them to Harry’s or Draco’s elephantine appendages. They’re gifted with an enormous magic for a special purpose.”
Poppy carried out some more tests and a number of healing spells, telling the two Potioneers the mixtures required. Then she looked up.
“Who did the initial healing?”
“I did,” Harry replied, looking slightly worried: “Did I do something wrong?”
“On the contrary, those were some of the best first aid charms I have seen for ages. I didn’t know you were a healer, Harry. Well … except in special sexy circumstances.”
Harry winced at the jibe, but decided to ignore it: “I didn’t either, that is until Vidma Trephine showed me how. It seems to have awakened a latent talent, because I went further on Taros than I had on the Vidma. She had a broken forearm. Perhaps you should check it out, just in case.”
Trephine was reluctant, but a combined force of Mama, Harry, Draco and Oxana persuaded her. Poppy ran some diagnostic tests.
“Apart from being the oldest witch I have ever met; you seem very healthy. Things are showing signs of beginning to wear out, but you should have at least another ten years to live.”
“Ten years will be enough, Madam Pomfrey, thank you. I wish to see Sophiamonastir returned to its proper use, and my nephew take on the responsibilities he was born to. He will have able support from Taros.”
“You mages must have something to eat,” Mama said forcefully: “It is well past lunch time and you all look tired out; especially you, Auntie. Now come along, sit down and eat.”
Trephine looked as though she would rebel, but Papa took hold of her frail shoulders and sat her down at the head of the table. Three males ate ravenously, not Draco who was politer.
D: *That healing took a lot out of you, didn’t it?*
H: *Mmm … more than I expected … I think I’ll lie down for a bit afterwards.*
D: *Good … That gives me an excuse to join you … I’m still feeling quite randy after you worked me up earlier. I don’t really know why, but it won’t go away.*
H: *Fine, I never object to a bit of nooky. Taros looks like a younger version of you, I had to school myself not to touch him inappropriately whilst I was healing him.*
“Harry and I would like to rest up afterwards, if you don’t mind.”
“Oh dear!” Mama looked worried: “Would you mind sharing a bed? You see we’re not equipped for lots of visitors, but the beds are quite wide. Now that Auntie’s up and well, she ought to have the single room.”
D: *Best excuse ever,* “No Mama, we’re quite happy to do that. If it’s a bit narrow, we could always make an expanding charm on it.”
“Thank you … Erm … Could you do the same on the other bed in your room, so Leonid and Taros can share? Auntie’s now in the room Leonid had and I don’t want Taros to go home yet until he’s properly healed.”
“He is properly healed, Mama,” Trephine said sternly: “But it would be useful for our two budding magisters to be under one roof. So, we can use that as an excuse. Do his parents know?”
“Yes Auntie, I went over after you brought them in and told them,” put in Papa: “They’re coming over for dinner. I’m not sure why, but they didn’t seem too worried about his absence.”
“Well we weren’t; were we? Those two go off for days sometimes and come back whole if a little dirty. They know how to live off the land.” Mama turned to the two seers: “I used to tell him off when he did it, but it was a waste of breath. He’d look contrite and promise to tell me before the next episode, but as soon as the mood struck them, they’d be off exploring again. I always knew when they were travelling, because a couple of jars of my preserves would be missing from the larder.” She looked resigned: “Over the years I’ve got used to it.”
Both boys were looking down at the table appearing to be contrite. Draco could sense the sham and told Harry. Before Harry could think of anything to say Trephine started a diatribe about irresponsible magisters-to-be and their new responsibilities to come. “… Time to put away childish things and accept your new role in society,” was the end of her tirade.
The two boys looked repentant, but Draco sensed that little had changed in their attitude.
*It’s a bit like Dumbles telling us off,* returned Harry after Draco had apprised him of the boys’ thoughts: *We knew we’d still try to annoy each other next time.*
D: *Yes … C’mon I still want to ravish you.*
H: *Mutual satisfaction.*
D: *Yes – I can’t wait.*
They excused themselves and were shown up the twisting stairs into the attic bedroom. The beds were already wide enough and looked comfortable; so, with rising lasciviousness, the two seers charmed off each other’s clothing and climbed into one of them. The preliminaries were kept to the minimum and soon Harry was sucking Draco’ enormity and deliciously receiving the same service from his partner. As was usual the bedclothes became discarded, not that the two fornicators noticed. They both had their eyes closed; delectating the sexy feelings as they came to a climax. After discharge, a relaxing Harry opened his eyes to look lovingly at his partner and spied two onlookers.
H: *We were being watched?*
D: *What?* Draco opened his eyes and then shrugged: *Nothing we can do about it now. Remember Teddy at the chalet?*
“Sorry!” Leonid said: “We thought you were in pain.”
“When we saw you weren’t we locked the door,” added Taros with a wicked grin: “Will ours grow to that size when we get older? They’re magnificent.”
“Probably not quite as big,” replied Draco, inspecting the two erections on display through opened flies: “However you have nothing to be ashamed of. Perhaps you two should do something about your shared feelings … Mmm?”
“We were,” said Taros, indicating his hand around Leonid’s dick and recommencing stroking: “What’s it like with your mouth around his cock?”
“Have you not done so yet?” enquired Harry.
“No … We hug close and rub,” replied Leonid, and we play with each other until we cum. What does it taste like?”
“There’s only one way to find out. Take your clothes off and use the other bed. Just remember to open wide and not to use your teeth.”
“Use your tongue to explore your partners prick-head,” Harry added: “it’s very stimulating.”
The boys were a little bashful at first, especially when getting undressed in the narrow space between the two beds. Draco made encouraging comments, and Harry appreciative ones. Both seers remained aroused, remembering their antics on the upstairs lawn at the magical London pub. This helped the younger ones to regain their stiffness and, as soon as they got into their stride, forget about the leering audience close by.
*It’s like watching ourselves when we were younger,* Draco was squirming because Harry was caressing his helmet.
*Yes-s-s-s!* Harry’s sensitised instrument appreciated an equivalent action by his partner.
The two younger ones reached their climax first; twitching as they carefully licked each other clean. Their seniors came a minute later, and the two boys watched the creamy fountains thus occurring. Harry leaned over and opened the window slightly. A flock of fairies came in and lapped up the cream.
“Why don’t those two do that?” demanded an old Pixie.
“Probably because they weren’t aware of your liking for ejaculate,” replied Draco.
“Do you have a dell nearby?” asked Harry: “Because we could teach them the ‘Cuir-Tharis’ charm.”
“Yes Magister … It’s a hidden island next to Sophiamonastir.”
“That will be useful when it’s opened up as a school again, won’t it.”
“That’s why it was situated there to begin with. We’ve been keeping an eye on the area’s adolescent muggle males and stealing their spent sperm whenever possible, but it doesn’t taste as nice as that from mahiya practitioners. We have managed to keep the simya alive – just. It will be good to have a reliable source again.”
“It may take time before the school is established, you know.”
“I doubt we’ll stop finding the other sources anyway. Maybe we can expand the simya a little with the extra supplies. Thank you for your gift, Magisters.”
“That explains why we couldn’t find any mess to clean up, sometimes,” exclaimed Leonid: “Please teach us the charm, Magisters.”
“Do you have wands?”
“Borrowed ones from Auntie’s collection; they sometimes do funny things, though.”
H: *We could take them to Ollivander’s shop, we can afford two wands easily.*
D: *Better get Auntie’s permission first though.*
H: *Okay … Um … what about the time difference? It’s after closing time here!*
D: *We’re three hours ahead, so if we move there’ll be plenty of time to be back here for dinner.*
H: *Fine … I’ll go and ask Auntie.*
Harry found little resistance from the Vidma: “It will broaden their horizons. Madam Pomfrey told me how she came here. Your Dacha is just within apparition distance from our magical okruh, so there will be little danger to them. They haven’t tried apparating yet.”
“We intend side-alonging them, Vidma.”
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The first step landed them just inside the okruh boundary. The seers could sense the direction of the Dacha and took their younger counterparts there.
“Your Okruh is small, Magisters,” remarked Taros.
“Ours is split into many parts all over Europe …” Draco went on to explain about the places they would pass through: “… Although, we will not have time to visit them all if we hope to get back home before dinner,” he concluded.
H: *Very succinct!*
D: *Thank you.*
The boys were overawed by the elegance of The Square when they came out of Number Twelve’s door to access the connection to Diagon Alley. That awe increased when they arrived in the street of shops. Only when Ollivander started to ask the boys what they required and them not understanding; did Draco realise the need for a St. George; so, he lent his to Taros.
By holding hands, the boys were able to tell Ollivander what they wanted. They were surprised when he said that the wand chooses the wizard. However, it was not quite as dramatic as when Harry bought his first wand.
Once the boys were fitted-out Ollivander asked: “Do you think I could have one of those?” asked Ollivander: “You see … With your hotel entrance next door and all the international mages coming through …”
“No need to say more, Ollivander … Kreacher?”
Pop: “Yes Harry? Kreacher’s resting.” The two boys jumped when Sonny appeared.
“Do you have any spare St. Georges?”
“Of course, do your new recruits require them?”
“Not just now, thanks, but Ollivander does, he has an international trade now.”
“I understand, perhaps Percy, George and Fiorello Fortescue as well?”
“Um … good idea, yes please. What about the Smiling Ones and their wives?”
“Already sorted on the day each hotel opened. Hermione made them to look like a badge of office, like the muggle hotels have staff names on their lapels. Ours are a little more tasteful though; definitely not those horrible plastic things.”
“Could I have one like that, please? Say with a crossed pair of wands and ‘Established since 382 BC’ on it as well.”
“Yes Ollivander, of course … And I’ll check with the others. In fact, I’ll ask Probes, he’s the one who makes them now.”
Sonny popped away leaving the seers explaining about elves to the boys whilst eating a Fortescues Special at a table outside. On the way back they stopped off at various places for quarter-hour visits. The boys were surprised how busy Lac Léman was and intrigued by the canals of Venice. They felt that the quiet of Die Schwartzberg was rather like their own Okruh. However, what intrigued them most were the Dragons; even managing to meet a couple of visiting satyrs.
Dinner at the farmhouse was full of the boys’ excited chatter about what they had seen. Harry noticed two younger children feeling put-out and, although they were muggles, he promised them their own private visit. That kept the peace until bedtime.
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