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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]
~~~ CONFLAGRATION ~~~
A weak Draco was the first to awake. He opened his eyes in a darkened, strange room and might have panicked, but for the comforting presence of his partner in the same bed. Slowly recalling the events; the Slyth realised that they must have beaten the fire-afreet and that someone had rescued them. His mental alertness soon passed off on to Harry.
“Good morning Lover, or is it?”
“No idea, my watch isn’t on the bedside table.”
“It’s Saturday midday, Magisters. I am Reeve Sapphira. The two vidmas are still asleep. Which one of you is the Holovny’y Magister, please?”
A female elf stood before them in a dark green uniform and a golden medallion hung from the chain of office around her neck.
“Neither of us, Sapphira,” explained Draco: “We are part of a team of four seers come to help Holovny’y Vidma Trephine. One of our jobs was to free your school from that fire-afreet. Are our wives okay?”
“The two vidma-seers are sleeping in a suite adjacent to yours. Thank you for saving us Magister-seers, I am afraid the elf-home here is sadly depleted. After that monster had eaten all the magical creatures it came elf-hunting. We hid ourselves away best we could and it did embark on fishing as an alternative. Not liking water, it was not very successful; still – it has rid our school of all the scuttling rodents.”
“How long was it here, Sapphira?” Draco asked.
“Just over two years, Magister-seer. Before that we kept the place clean in readiness to receive the next batch of students.”
“As yet, Sapphira, we only have two possible mature students,” Harry consoled: “So maybe your small number of elves will be able to cope. We’ll introduce you to Kreacher, who is our reeve, and his assistant, Sonny. Maybe they can find some recruits for you from our corps of elves.”
“Corps of elves, Magister; what is that?”
Despite being brief it took nearly two hours for the seers to explain recent European history to Sapphira. During that time the two male seers took a bath, dressed themselves and shared a lunch type breakfast with their spouses. Then it was the reeve’s turn to show them around the school.
The whole was shaped like a flattened square ‘Y’. The central block formed the stem and the student/teaching accommodation the long main building plus two wings. The end of each wing had a tower with the Quidditch hoops attached by poles to its roof. The lowest storey was under the central block; its floors being just above water-level. It enclosed the triple dock facing across the watery Quidditch pitch. Doors from that led to the entrance foyer; containing two flights of stairs. Beyond this were two classrooms separated by a tall passageway leading to the main hall. These two classrooms were designated Herbology and Magical Creatures. Each had a door leading either to the Herbology garden, or the Magical Animal Park. These were situated between the main building and the central block. Both open areas were a quarter arcs, with a curved lakeside beach along one side and an end. The school buildings met at ninety degrees and formed the radii.
The next two floors were at right-angles to the main block and contained the student accommodation. It was the length of a Quidditch pitch in total. The four lower age groups would inhabit the inner dormitory suites in this block. At each end of this block were wings – half the width of a Quidditch pitch long – these were where the senior students had suites; including eighth year post graduate accommodation. These wings ended in the round conical towers which supported the goal poles.
The floor above – including the wings – housed nothing but classrooms and tutorial studies. The professorial apartments were on top of that. Each of which had a private stairway to a teaching area below. The roof was not a roof in the conventional sense because it contained tiered rows of seats facing inwards; thus forming bleacher type accommodation for watching Quidditch. All the floors had inward facing corridors, whose windows afforded more possibilities of being a spectator. In the centre of the watery pitch was the fairy island, containing the Quidditch circle.
At the rear, two more conical roofed circular towers overlooked the gardens at the junction of each wing and the main building. All four towers contained auxiliary sets of stairs and at their bases were four students’ bathing areas. The staff’s bathing area was behind the main Hall close to where the seers had first been welcomed by Trephine. On the third and fourth storeys of the centre block were more classrooms and professorial apartments. Its crowning glory was the biggest circular tower of them all, with an astronomy dome capping it. Between the back of the bleachers and that dome was an apparating area which was also used for beginners’ flying teaching.
Draco remarked, after the tour, that he thought the architecture resembled that of classical Greece. That tour took quite a lot of energy from the seers and they realised that they were not yet fully recovered. So they retired to their allocated professorial suites to snooze, laze around and play a quiet game of bridge before an early bedtime.
~~~ THE LORD’S DAY ~~~
A different call to worship across the water reminded the seers what day it was. They flew to the ferry place and found Estéban waiting to be taken to St. Vladimir’s.
“Are you joining us, Seers?” he asked, as he boarded the small ferry.
“Why not? We shouldn’t be seen to be partisan, should we?”
“You have a good point. Especially as this is a new community for you. Seamus was here yesterday and the parishioners have been cleaning the church. Are you recovered from your ordeal?”
“Mostly,” replied Draco: “Although Harry and I will be sore in certain tender places for a while longer.”
“So you would prefer standing up, then?” There was an amount of understanding showing through Estéban’s amused smile: “There are no seats inside the church, so your discomfort will go unnoticed.”
The seers were more used to this rite of worship; having experienced it in the many churches of their domain. Estéban used his St George to good effect for the sermon reiterating the many-houses theme from Pastor Wilfred’s first sermon at the Square. Afterwards the two orthodox priests extended their lunch invitation to him and all four seers. Estéban asked a number of questions, not quite understanding the co-operative nature of the Okruh to begin with. He kept on trying to fit it into the smaller parish-type organisation that he was used to, and its equivalent at Godric’s Hollow. It was the priest going to celebrate the afternoon service who broke up the fellowship.
An hour before he left he said to Harry: “There’s a peculiar disturbance in the forest above St. Dmitry’s; nocturnal lights and daytime shrieks, so I am told. Would you mind investigating it for us? It sounds to be more in your line of endeavour. However, should you need an exorcism, one of us would be glad to perform it?”
“Of course we’ll look into it. When did it start?”
“About the same time that you cleansed Sophiamonastir; that’s why we thought it might be connected.”
“How urgent is it?”
“No-one is unduly disturbed; so tomorrow … Mmm?”
“Fine … Monday it is then.”
“Good … I’ll tell the locals that you’re dealing with it. No doubt the village elders will want to talk to you as well.”
“We could see them later on this afternoon,” suggested Draco.
“We have things to do back home,” remarked Astoria, putting an arm around Ginevra’s shoulder: “I expect you two can deal with this.”
“You can call us if things get hairy,” added Ginevra: “You usually do.”
Harry chuckled: “Leaving us to do the dirty work, and then claiming all the glory again, are you?”
“I’m sure my History of Magic students would love to hear a lecture or two by the great Harry Potter. Our present study is of the Goblin Wars of 1680 to 1700, Hamish will be helping too. That means that we can now put both sides of the argument. It makes for some very lively debate. I’ll lend you the teaching notes if you like.” Astoria caused a two foot thick pile of parchment to appear.
“Go on Draco; that kind of study is right up your street.” Harry smirked at his lover.
“I think I prefer to remember those lazy hazy days of dozing; lulled by a droning ghost, thank you. History of magic shouldn’t provoke anything but sleep.”
“You shouldn’t be so dismissive of History, Draco,” said one of the priests: “Only by enquiring deeply into it can we avoid the same mistakes.”
“Don’t be drawn into one of their ongoing arguments, Father,” Estéban suggested: “The four of them have long and convoluted bouts of repartee which, although they appear confrontational, belie their deep love and trust of one another.”
“Oh! I see. Thanks for the warning.”
“Sorry Father,” Draco apologised: “I was not being dismissive. As a pure-blood I have a deep regard for my family’s history. That therefore draws on information from other historical disciplines as well. However, the professor in our schooldays was a ghost. It was said of him that when he died nobody noticed any difference, because his spirit kept on teaching in just the same way as he had in real life. It rarely strayed from a long list of names and dates. The books we were asked to read were much more enlightening.”
“We had a Latin teacher like that, all we did was learn lists of verbs and declensions by rote,” added the other priest: “Boring wasn’t the word for it. Only when I struggled through The Aeneid did Vergil’s Latin become alive. So I can sympathise.”
“Now that Gringotts loan out disputed items, that helps. Most people know of Neville chopping up Nagini. The Sword of Gryffindor’s history is much more interesting when the artefact itself is there.”
That intrigued the priests and, but for one having to leave rather hurriedly, the discussion would have lasted for hours. The afternoon-priest’s leaving triggered the female seers to go to the Cabin and the male seers to seek out the St. Dmitry elders, but not before the remaining priest had told them a little of the Crimea’s ancient history. It seems the Romans had held two territories and had tried to link them up. The old road had a wooden bridge over the ravine but by the time the Ottomans took over it had rotted away. The Turks had rebuilt it at the narrowest point and had made ledge like detours from the old alignment; using the stone thus gained to build the bridge.
At St Dmitry, the location of the disturbance was discussed and the fact that the occurrences were only spasmodic took the urgency out of the enquiry. The two seers took the long way back to the farmhouse; going north-west to join the old roman road and turning east once it hit the ravine. They crossed on the Ottoman-built stone bridge high above the river and then retraced their steps on the other side to regain the roman road. They peered at the side of the ravine trying to see any remains of the old roman bridge, but could see none. The walk was pleasant, taking them through St Anthony and, after they had turned off the ancient road, through St Theodosius. At each village they had a drink with the elders, arriving back at the farm for a hearty dinner in a very mellow mood. The mellow mood lasted until they cuddled asleep.
~~~ MONDAY ~~~
Upon waking the seers beheld the Sophiamonastir Reeve.
“I am away from my domain so I cannot stay long. Our hideaway has been breached, Magister-seers.”
“At Sophiamonastir, Sapphira?”
“No! Close to the old roman bridge.”
“That’s roughly at the same place that the St Dmitry Elders reported a peculiar disturbance,” remarked Draco: “We are going to investigate it today.”
“I will instruct the Captain-of-the-Masterless to reveal the way in, Magister-seer.” She bowed and popped away, looking very stressed.
After Breakfast and the usual chores, Draco and Harry took the short way via the ferry to St Dmitry and, with an elder escort, went on to the site of the old roman bridge. On the way Harry explained about elves, because the elders had only met Goblins previously. When they arrived no-one could be seen, but then a rustle in some bushes revealed the captain-elf. He stared at Draco’s hair and lifted Harry’s fringe.
“Magister-seers Cornfield and Thunderstorm, welcome! I am afraid that your muggle companions my not venture further into our realm.” The captain was dressed in a khaki uniform modelled on the partisan’s uniform of the Second World War. He wore highly polished boots.
“Will they be safe?” enquired the foremost elder, eyeing the miniature military man with some misgiving.
“Safer than the magisters were under the soviets, Elder. We respect their efforts in freeing Sophiamonastir from the fire-afreet.”
“Yes, Vidma Trephine has told us about that. Very well, we place their safety into your hands.”
“I honour your trust.” The captain bowed and clicked his heels.
Captain and Seers waited in the road until the muggle elders had turned the corner.
“We inhabit the old roman watchtower, Magister-seers. The steps leading to it were overgrown and unnoticed so we placed a concealment charm upon them.” He touched his ring in three places on the rock; what had appeared to be clinging scrub and ivy melted to reveal unguarded steps zigzagging up an almost sheer rock-face.
“Do be careful, Magister-seers, we do not normally use this way. The last humans trod these steps a century ago at least.”
“I see you wear an officer’s uniform.”
“Yes. Most of our dead masters and mistresses were drafted into the army or were members of the underground. Some of them gave us the old uniforms before they were taken by the Glags. The rest have assumed that that was what their owners would have wanted, based on that precedent. Of course we have altered them to fit our bodies. Do you object?”
“No way, Captain; we believe in the equality of races, even if we each have different roles in society,” said Harry: “The European schools all accept humans, elves, goblins and other races into their classes. We or other Dumbledorians were the instigators of such reforms; you seem to have taken things a little further; well done!”
“Perhaps you could explain why Sapphira requested us to come?” asked Draco: “Does this have some connection to the disturbances the St Dmitry Elders have reported?”
“Quite probably! You see, we have had to incarcerate a young muggle. He could even be a late showing magister, although the mahiya is not constant, as would be expected of one of his age.”
They had arrived at the top of the steps into an open courtyard with a square pool at its centre. It had a small fountain trickling in its centre. Rooms opened off the quad at ground level and off a pillared second storey balcony. Most doorways had colourfully uniformed elves standing in them.
“Perhaps you would like to enter my office cum home and I can explain further. After that I will take you to see the prisoner.”
The room was furnished with elf sized furniture. Draco sat on a settee whilst Harry sat on the captain’s bed.
“The prisoner? That sounds ominous, Captain.”
“Yes, he was quite violent when he arrived. You see … It was about midday when our wards were violated. We had thought that they were muggle proof, that’s why we have a suspicion that he has the Fluence. Anyway … This young man burst through the wards, he was nearly naked, tatters of clothes smouldering on him; he was also very confused. There were some blisters on him so our first efforts were to cleanse and heal them.”
“I would have expected nothing less; however, we should thank you, too.”
“As you say Magister-seer … All went well, he accepted our ministrations; marvelling at the rapid healing that took place. He was very tired, so we made a bed out of a number of spare mattresses for him to sleep on. We also erected a tent for him to sleep under; not caring to reveal our quarters to a complete stranger muggle. In the middle of the night we heard screams and saw flames. We rushed out to find the source; we live among many trees and it has been quite dry recently. Somehow he had set fire to the bedding and tent. Some Aquamenti charms doused the burning items quickly. The odd thing was that the flames appeared to be coming from his fingertips. He jumped around, accidentally burning himself when he tried to touch his body, and shrieking as he did so. An hour of this had him collapsed and we had him in a new bed.”
“Did you set someone to watch him?”
“Yes, and to heal him. It was mid-morning when he woke. We fed him and enquired of him how he managed to find us. It was hopeless: he didn’t seem to know where or who he was. In the middle of the meal he stood up, went very red, but this time the flames started to spurt out of his erect phallus. We had rubbish to burn, so he was encouraged to use this talent on the refuse. Although he was shrieking in terror he was careful about where he pointed this penile flame thrower; so no furnishings were burnt.”
“So if he began to co-operate, why is he now a prisoner?”
“To ensure he doesn’t go charging blindly around the forest setting the trees alight. It was partly at his request. Between bouts he is becoming more cogent. He is thankful for our help and doesn’t want to cause harm. We think the pain sends him mad, although he says that he feels none, neither does his glans show any sign of blistering. Why it was his fingers to start with and now his penis we’re not quite sure. He’s in the water cistern which feeds the fountain. We started by putting warming charms on the water to keep him comfortable. Now he keeps his own water warm, so to speak, the flames still erupt even if his prick is submerged. He’s less troubled too and doesn’t shriek any more although he is not wholly accepting of his present position.”
“Astoria read something about this from the bestiary, didn’t she, Draco?”
“Hmm … Oh yes … something like: ‘A fire-afreet, if incarcerated behind wards for too long, seems to be able to influence immature mages in some way.’ That’s another pointer that the young man has magical possibilities. I think we should go and see him, don’t you?”
“Okay, we have told him that someone is coming to see him; although I’m not sure he took it in.”
The seers followed the captain up some more stairs – enclosed this time – and above the building. Harry realised that most of the dwelling had been carved out of the vertical rock. The cistern was above some of the rooms and under a slight overhang of rock. In the water sat Vitaly.
“Go away, you’ve come to kill me,” he yelled and stood up, starting to spray the seers with prick-fire.
“AQUAMENTI” from two seers and the captain diverted the fire back into the cistern. The confrontation lasted for ten minutes until Vitaly’s fire died down.
Vitaly sat down in the water looking disconsolate: “Make it swift and painless, please?”
“Make what swift and painless?” Harry played gormless.
“When you kill me.”
“Why should we want to kill you?” Draco asked.
“Because I’m evil, I’m going to burn everything down. Instead of peeing I shoot fire and I can’t control it.”
“Maybe we can help you control it, Vitaly.”
“Mmm … Possibly … What did you call me?”
“Vitaly … That is your name isn’t it?”
“I don’t like him; he’s a bully. He thinks nasty thoughts too.”
“We all think nasty thoughts sometimes, Vitaly. Were they of a sexual kind?”
“Yes; he had two close friends, things were alright then, but they deserted him.”
“Why did they desert you?”
“They went off by themselves and when he asked them where they had been they wouldn’t tell him. He got very angry and hit one of them. They were equally annoyed with him and they fought. Two on to one wasn’t fair so Vitaly had to run away.”
“How long ago was this?”
“About five years ago, I think. Vitaly tried to follow them but they kept on disappearing. He got one of them on his own and tried to make him tell him why they were no longer friends. He tried to twist my balls and I hit him. It happened a few times like that. Then I found new friends. We caught Taros and stripped him, playing with his todger once. That was to get my own back for him twisting my balls.”
Both seers noted that Vitaly had become Vitaly again and that the time of the rift was approximately when the fire-afreet had arrived.
“Did you ever do that again?”
“Not strip him, no. But we did kick him a few times.”
“What about Leonid?”
“He wasn’t as nasty; he didn’t call me names or try to rile me. I wanted to be near him but Taros kept him away. Oh! Help! It’s happening again.”
Vitaly stayed in the water, which began to steam. The seers could see the spunk-fire through the clear water.
D: *Was that caused by him thinking of Leonid, d’you think? *
H: *Um … Quite possible … We can’t have him burning them up though. It’d be worse than the present situation. *
D: *Perhaps the flames are the result of the fire-afreet’s influence and we can get rid of that. *
H: *Another Tasmo? *
D: *Yes! *
Vitaly had finished his session and looked at the seers: “I feel quite tired now.”
“Would you like us to help you get rid of the fire and become friends with Leonid again?”
“Mmm … That’d be nice …” Vitaly closed his eyes and snuggled into a corner.
Draco and Harry explained to the Captain what they thought was the matter. They also told him they had to consult some books about a possible cure and obtained his permission to fly to and from the cistern as necessary.
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