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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or films. I do not make any money from the writing of this story, just enjoyment.

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[Note: “x-x” = speech & ‘x-x’ = thoughts & *x-x* = telepathy & #x-x# Parseltongue]
APPRENTICE
The wives had been listening in; so when the two males arrived from the Cabin they were ready to go to the Tabernacle. A pseudo-day was spent consulting books and Ivanova’s computer. Eventually they found a Lacarnum-type charm which could make a mage into a finger-flamethrower. For the first time they went out onto the small island surrounding the Tabernacle, but staying within the Tasmo. Harry was converted, fired a few rounds, and then reverted so that they could understand the procedure. All that was needed now was some idea of how to translate this into a cock-flamethrower. It was Draco’s researches into Catlin’s reproductive magic that gave them a clue. Poor Harry had to be the guinea pig once again. By the end of the second pseudo-day Draco thought that they had a workable solution and made notes. He and Harry were to be the operators; linking to create extra power as necessary.
There was a trust meeting scheduled for Tuesday so it was Wednesday when they returned to the Okruh. Upon arrival they found Michael waiting for them with the news that they knew where the Glags’ nerve centre was. After some discussion it was decided to deal with Vitaly first; asking the hunters to keep watch and assess how many Glags there were at their headquarters.
Accordingly, the two seers flew off to the Watchtower. They and the Captain went to visit Vitaly in his cistern. When they arrived, both Harry and Draco thought the young man looked less haunted than before.
“Hello!” he greeted them: “Do you have good news?”
“Yes, but it might be painful too.”
“Will it mean I can get out of the water? I’m going all wrinkly and it’s itching. I daren’t scratch because I bring off lumps of skin when I do.”
“You will need to be on dry land, but near the water to be on the safe side.”
“It’s been some time since it spurted. I expect it’ll start fairly soon after I get out. It has in the past few days. The water seems to inhibit it.”
H: *More proof that it is afreet caused? *
D: *I think so. * “We should tell you what we think caused the problem first, if that’s alright by you.”
“Will that help getting rid of it?”
“We think so.”
“Okay, so tell me.”
“About five years ago Leonid and Taros started to show signs of the mahiya; Leonid is, after all, the son of the last Holovny’y Magister. Holovny’y Vidma Trephine had been hidden from the Glags and had begun training them. She sent them out to repair the wards which, like the ones here, secure the Okruh. They were told not to tell anyone, even their closest friend.”
“Oh … Now I see … I thought they didn’t like me anymore.”
“At much the same time a fire-afreet, a sort of demon, broke into Sophiamonastir. The wards there are water mahiya based and contained it. Over time these demons have a way of influencing putative magisters into their own evil ways, despite any constraining wards surrounding them. We think that this affected Taros in a small way and you in a much larger way, probably because you were in turmoil over your friends’ rejection.”
“Hey … Wait a minute … Are you suggesting I have magic?”
“We think that is possible, a few mages don’t show their talents until later, after all it was only four years ago that the the other two did. The other possibility is that your talent is a weak one. For instance, any one of us has more power than Vidma Trephine and if we combine we could outshine Merlin. So the gift varies in strength.”
“How do I find out?”
“We have borrowed a number of wands. We need to see if you have an affinity with one. To that end one of us will hold your hand, whilst you pick up each wand in turn. If you have an empathy with the wand we should be able to tell. If we find one that suits you; we’ll teach you a simple charm and see if you can make it work.”
“I understand,” Vitaly held out his hand to Draco.
“Harry is the best at seeing mahiya, but he does that with his eyes closed. The Captain will lay out the wands and you are to put them into to piles. If there are more than one in the ‘yes’ pile, we will go through that again until there is only one left.”
Vitaly nodded that he understood and the captain laid out twenty-one wands made of different woods and centres. On Vitaly choosing the first two Harry felt no response. The third one set a magical shiver running through Vitaly.
“What was that?”
“A positive response when the wand chooses you. It was fairly weak; put that in the yes pile, let’s see if there’re any more that respond first.”
Twenty-one were whittled down to nine and then to three. When that trio had been selected Harry stopped holding Vitaly’s hand.
“You know what the shiver feels like, that means you have the Fluence. Now take your time with these remaining three. Try and use all your senses on them, does one hurt more than the others, perhaps one makes you glow happily, that kind of thing.”
Vitaly held each of them in turn trying both left and right hands: “This one tingles, but I feel angry when I hold it. Now this one floats, I feel happy when I hold it. Mmm … I don’t fancy this one or the first. That okay?”
“Yes! Once we’ve sorted you out we’ll go and see Ollivander, he’s a wand maker; he will confirm the choice or maybe even find a better one.”
“I don’t think it likes that idea?”
“Why?”
“It’s as though it’s growling in my hand.”
“Good! That means it will try to help you cast the charm, because it wants to be yours.”
“It’s purring now. What do I have to do?”
“We’re going to teach you the water charm. It’s the one that we used when you tried to burn us before. Before you object, we know you didn’t intend it.”
“That’ll be useful. When I spurt fire I’ll be able to douse any damage I cause.”
“We hope to stop you spurting fire too. Now there are three parts of casting, your thoughts, the word and the gesture …” Harry continued, using much the same method as he had in teaching the ‘Exuero’ to Taros and Leonid.
When the seers started teaching, the Captain excused himself, leaving the three mages alone. On his third cast Vitaly produced a trickle, after being told to concentrate harder he scowled and almost spat the ‘Aquamenti’. The result was akin to a fireman’s hose at full pressure. Vitaly fell back into the water from the counter force, something a fireman would have been prepared for and braced himself.
*I don’t think there’s any lack of talent, * sent Harry as he helped Vitaly out of the cistern.
*He was a bit angry at being criticised, * thought Draco, handing Vitaly a towel.
A few more trials and Vitaly managed the control necessary.
“Fine … You did well in the end … Extreme emotions strengthen the charms, hexes or curses you use. In battle once I tried a ‘Crucio’, a hurt curse, I hadn’t put my heart into it so it failed. My opponent’s ‘Crucio’ had me squirming while she said I had to really mean it. Someone took her attention away from me and I survived.”
“Was that Dirtitrix?”
“Yes, when they invaded the Ministry after Voldie tricked my mind into going there.”
A short explanatory conversation took place about unforgivable hexes, ministries and the like.
“The next hex I want you to learn is ‘Incendio’. It’s the burning hex that your prick is producing involuntarily, only this time you will be controlling it.”
“Are you sure I’ll be safe?”
“Well you know ‘Aquamenti’ and we’ll be ready as well, so yes.”
Vitaly was a quick learner and soon had the fire hex off pat.
“Okay Vitaly, we want you to concentrate upon what the mahiya feels like when you spurt,” Draco suggested: “After that we want you to make an ‘Incendio’ and concentrate upon what that feels like. We will be holding you when you do, but with our eyes closed. Harry will be concentrating on what your magic is doing and I shall be listening to your thoughts. What we will be trying to do is sort out the difference. It is that difference which we need to eradicate. No need to worry about setting anything on fire, we’ve already soaked it thoroughly during the water experiments.”
Nothing happened when Vitaly concentrated. They waited half an hour, then ate some lunch and then waited a further two hours, telling the new mage about magic. It was the sort of introduction that Blaise would make to a preliminary first-year DADA class.
*It’s to do with the sex bit, as well as the anger, * sent Draco during a pause for tea.
H: *Well we thought we might. His magic finding another outlet will have helped too. *
D: *Yes! But we daren’t risk it breaking out later on. *
*I know, * Harry sighed: “It was Leonid you fancied, wasn’t it, Vitaly?”
“I never said that – those thoughts are wrong.”
“Nevertheless, you did fancy him; in the same way that I love Harry.” Draco’s heavy kissing brought obvious bulges under the seers’ flies.
An astounded mage-to-be watched the proceedings: “I thought you said you were both married?”
“We are, and have four lovely children as a result. It is very important that the magical gene is passed on. However, our sexual preferences are for each other and the same between our wives. Mechanics of procreation over, we returned to our partners of choice. All four of us live in the same house and looked after the children jointly, although they are all at the academy.”
“The reason we are seers, is that the dragons gifted all four of us with special co-equal powers and specialities. Something our friends and colleagues all know about.”
“You’re equally slaves of duty as the elves are, then.”
“Not thought of it that way, but yes. We choose to do the Spirit’s bidding, and she rewards us bountifully. Please note it’s not always easy, but we persevere.”
“So-o-o-o … Me liking Leonid is no problem to you, is it?” Vitaly laid a tentative hand on Harry’s thigh.
“No, we follow our genetic impulses.” Harry placed his hand on top of Vitaly’s: “There are times when we have to discipline them, but each person has a place in the Creator’s plan. We all stray from it, but being able to say sorry and begin again has us restored there very quickly. That does mean you have to put right what went wrong because you strayed, but there is always a way back if we choose to take it.”
“Does that mean I could become friends with Leonid again?” Vitaly tried to withdraw his hand, but Harry held it where it was.
“You’ll have to sort out your problems with Taros first. For that matter he has to work at it too.” Draco sensed and saw what was happening: *Go on, we said we might have to. I’ll strip first. * “I feel hot; I’m going to have a dip in the cistern.” He faced Vitaly and slowly removed his clothing.
Set to music, on a night-club stage, Draco’s supposedly unconscious lithe gyrations would have earned him many plaudits. The other two watched in growing sexual excitement as the blond revealed his tempting bits. Harry’s bulge increased and he allowed the exploring younger hand to creep up his thigh. A targeted thought ‘Exuero Clavis Mea’, had Harry’s flies unzip themselves allowing his cramped cock to spring out into Vitaly’s surprised fingers. At much the same time Draco removed the last of his garments, revealing how much he was turned on, too. Vitaly’s smaller version was soon showing its appreciation. Draco sashayed over to his lover, undid his belt and pulled his trousers down. Harry reached up and removed all his upper garments in one go.
“That’s better, now we’re all equal again,” Harry said, patting each of the other two on the bum.
“I’m not equal, you two are prodigious; will I grow that big?” Vitaly was admiringly feeling Harry’s pubic area.
The usual explanation took place whilst Vitaly was encouraged to manually compare both the seers’ accomplishments. Quite naturally the teenager became very worked up.
“I can feel it building; I think it’s the fire.” Vitaly convulsed and his fists closely gripped two magely meats.
That contact, although unusual, was enough for the two seers to probe Vitaly’s magic and mind. It was, indeed, fire that spurted out and the Blakes had difficulty in concentrating on their set tasks. Nevertheless, they stored up the information before asking Vitaly to finish them off. He had developed another boner before both of them satisfactorily spurted. It went down when the results were sent off to the fairies, plus another explanation.
“Okay Vitaly, we now know the differences. Leaving aside the sexy feelings, there appears to be a little knot of anger there.”
“Mmm … I know … It feels like a glowing cinder.”
The three mages were holding hands in a circle, with the two seers’ eyes closed.
“Okay, if that’s how you view it, we’ll deal with it that way. Now think water and try to surround the cinder.”
“It doesn’t like it.”
“No, but persevere.”
“It’s trying to get away. It seems to be moving inside my stomach. Ugh, I feel sick.”
“We’ll hold you if you want to throw-up. Maybe we can get rid of it that way.”
“My stomach is settling.”
“You’ve let the water feeling go. Try again.”
This time Vitaly was better at it and started heaving. It quietened down.
“Vitaly, think of eating slimy things, or really bad smells. Surround the cinder with them.”
The mage-to-be heaved and out came the contents of his stomach. There seemed to be slimy things slithering in a knot within the vomit. They appeared to be hiding something and yet afraid of it, flinching if they got too close.
Draco and Harry concentrated; their ‘Confringo’ blasted the thing to nothingness and a hole six feet into the rock; causing a minor earthquake.
Pop: “Is everything alright Magister-seers?” The Captain asked.
“Have we damaged anything in the Watchtower?”
“Some dust, and a few overturned pots, nothing structural. We’ve had much worse.”
“We must apologise, we used too much force to burst apart the thing that was troubling Vitaly. I’m afraid we’ve made a hole too.”
The Captain inspected the hole: “Not to worry, perhaps you could bore it a little further. It’s above our kitchen, and would help to ventilate it.”
Harry peered down the hole: “How much further down, d’you think?”
“About eight feet.”
“Well, we’ll use less force this time,” he pointed his finger at the hole’s bottom: “Liquiesco Petra et Exitere de Foramen.”
The vaporised rock flowed in a steady stream up and on the cavity’s edges making a neat rim. After five minutes Harry could see a dim light at the bottom, so he ceased concentrating. A delicious smell ascended, proving that the Captain’s estimate was true. The elf popped away to inspect the new shaft.
“Do you feel randy enough for another experiment, Vitaly?” Draco asked.
“What do you mean?”
“We should get you to cum again, just to ensure we have rid you of the curse. It might be embarrassing if you burn Leonid’s bed when you get excited.” Draco grinned.
The teenager chuckled and then looked sly: “Does that mean I can play with yours as well?”
H: *You left yourself wide open for that, Lover. *
D: *Do you have any real objections? After all you let the Yates play more than once, all in the good cause of healing, so you told me. *
H: *I have the feeling that you wouldn’t mind, either. *
D: *It was a real turn on being wanked and watching you being brought-off at the same time. *
“I haven’t offended you, have I?”
“No; we were just mind-discussing the idea. As you can see, we find merit in your suggestion.”
Vitaly looked down and saw two rising rooters; his started to follow suit. They made themselves comfortable on the grass. This time he did not squeeze as hard. He spent time caressing their sensitised mushrooms; having the two seers twitching in response. Draco put forth his hand and applied the same remedy to Vitaly’s ardent arousal.
“Oh-h-h-h-h! M-m-m-y!” Vitaly’s hands went to less twitchy areas and began to pump in earnest. Ten minutes later the creamy eruptions started; no fire, and Vitaly learned the ‘Cuir-Tharis’ charm, plus an explanation about the fairies drinking habits.
Quarter of an hour later Leonid arrived, brought to them by the captain: “You!” he spat: “What are you doing here?” Leonid looked at Harry worriedly: “He hasn’t hurt you or Draco, has he?”
Draco smiled wryly: “I think we’re strong enough to withstand any attacks, thank you Leonid. More to the point why are you here?”
“Holovny’y Vidma Trephine sent me with this parcel. Why are you all undressed, you look as though you’ve just had a session?”
“We have.”
“What, with that shit?”
“Meet our new student magister, he will be learning alongside you and Taros.”
“You are joking? Taros won’t like it.”
“No … I’d be careful of your new mate … He knows a hex that you two don’t.”
“I bet it’s something innocuous.”
“Show him, Vitaly!”
“Really? Okay: ‘Incendio!’ Is that what you meant?”
“It might be an idea to douse Leonid’s shoes.”
“Right: ‘Aquamenti!’” The ensuing torrent knocked Leonid off his feet.
Harry had a quick whisper in Vitaly’s ear.
“Sicco Te!” Vitaly aimed his wand at the soaked and struggling Leonid: “Gosh Harry, it worked first time.”
“Fine … I thought it might … You’re a quick learner.”
An astonished Leonid lay on the dry ground in dry clothes. With a slight struggle he stood and came over to Harry, all the while staring worriedly at Vitaly.
“Auntie said to give this to your new friend.”
“Well then … Give it to Vitaly.”
“What’s in it?” Vitaly looked suspiciously at the parcel in Leonid’s hands.
“No idea, but by the way she said it she obviously meant no harm.”
Vitaly opened it – it contained a set of clothing; so he put it on. Draco and Harry dressed at the same time.
The Captain appeared with another elf: “Magister Vitaly, you are the mahiya head of your household, even if your muggle father is still alive. Snorer is your house-elf.”
“Harry what does that mean?”
“Many magical families have house-elves attached to them. House-elves help around the house cooking, cleaning, and many other chores.”
“I also used to help in the fields, Magister-seer. Before anyone asks, I don’t want clothes. I’ve had enough freedom since your Grandfather died, Magister.”
“Can I not give you overalls; that uniform looks too fine to spoil with dirty work?”
“It’s what your grandfather gave me before the Glags shot him with arrows. I’m very proud of it.”
“There is a way of giving him something to wear, without freeing him, Vitaly. Captain, would you talk to Elder Kreacher; he knows how our household gets round that ridiculous rule.”
“Who’s Elder Kreacher?”
“Our Reeve … Oh … I understand … Kreacher?”
Pop Sonny appeared: “Yes Harry?”
“This is our assistant reeve, Sonny. Sonny, meet The Captain of the Masterless. He looks after the spare elves here. Many of their masters and mistresses are in Glag custody. Vitaly has just learned that he is master to Snorer; he’s going to need suitable working clothes.”
“Yes Harry. Come along Captain and I’ll explain what happens. Oh Harry?”
“Yes Sonny?”
“Shall I explain about schools, literacy and new horizons at the same time?”
“Yes please. Oh! And why you call us by our first names too. The Captain looks a bit flabbergasted.”
“Okay! Once Snorer is kitted out where do you want her to report, Vitaly?”
“Erm … I don’t know.”
“To Trephine’s Farmhouse, please; that’s where we’re going next? ‘Accio four riding broomsticks!’”
The Elves popped away and as the broomsticks landed at Harry’s feet, Draco smiled at the two trainees: “New lesson for you Vitaly, more practice for you Leonid.”
“But I fell off last time and it’s a long way to go.”
“Surely you’re not going to let an absolute beginner beat you? Anyway, why isn’t Taros with you?”
“He was being sick when I left him, Auntie’s looking after him. She said this parcel was urgent.”
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