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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]
(Arabella has some live donors)
~~~GARDENING~~~
It was not until almost lunch time that Harry and the apprentices managed to find their way to the pool. Harry was slightly bow-legged – the apprentices had definitely paid him back for their extra thrills. The learners were little better because the two who were not playing with the seer had played with each other; turn and turn about. They bathed carefully and then hauled out to lie on the grass in their birthday suits.
“Are you going to take us to the wand-makers, Harry? You did promise and Vitaly hasn’t been through the portals yet.”
Some explanation took place about portals and their compressing of time/space.
“We will see how the watchers are doing at the Glags’ headquarters first. I will take you, but the freeing of the prisoners is the most important.”
“Yes, we understand that. Can we go in and find something to eat, please? I’m starving.”
They dressed and went towards the farmhouse. Mama and the daughters were there peeling potatoes.
“Well, well, woken up at last, have we? I do hope you have enough energy for cleaning out the stables and the byre.”
“It won’t take very long, Mama.”
“In fact, it will take no time at all; Snorer has already done that and all the housework, thank you Vitaly. I think she’s gone to your parents’ house. Now … Are you having your normal breakfast?”
“Oh dear … No breakfast for me thanks, Mama … My parents don’t know about elves yet, I’d better get over there quickly.”
“Just sit down and eat … It’s alright, Auntie went over with your elf. Your reeve-elf, Harry; Kreacher is it? Well, he taught Snorer a transformation charm so that she appears like a human when people who do not understand are around.”
“Yes, it’s Kreacher, Mama. He prefers to be as himself … Holding the transfiguration charm is quite wearing and inhibits the use of other elf-magic. Any idea what’s happening about the Glags?”
“Yes; Auntie says that a week on Tuesday should have all the information gathered. She has told the goblins and they are searching their tunnels to see if there are any close by. Where’s Draco?”
“He’s gone to our home lab to sort out an antidote for a sex potion. It’s one that Auntie thinks might be holding the Lost Ones in thrall. We suffered much the same when we got mixed up with some bad people in Istanbul. Our wives and some friends rescued us. The potion we had been given seemed to wrap our mahiya up in cotton wool; we couldn’t even use our mental thought transfer. Draco has samples of what we were given and he’s trying to make the counter-potion.”
“That means we have time before sorting out the Glags. You did say you would take us to Diagon Alley, didn’t you?”
“Okay, okay. You get your trip out. We’ll stop by Fortescues as well.”
“What’s Fortescues, Harry?”
“An ice-cream parlour, Mama.”
“You haven’t finished breakfast yet and you’re thinking about more food? Don’t I provide enough for you?”
“Yes, and I’m enjoying it immensely thank you. However, we are eating late and will only need a snack for lunch – a Fortescue special will nicely fill the gap. Once we’ve seen Ollivander we’ll have our snack and then go to see Montecristo. It’s time our three apprentices saw a school in action. The Italian professors still haven’t agreed who will be head, but they have accepted that any one of us seers can act as chairman. Astoria usually acts in that function now; they don’t argue with her as much as they do with me. However, I still keep visiting different classes, so your three can come with me.”
Trephine had entered the farmhouse whilst Harry had been talking: “It will give them an idea how Sophiamonastir will be, good idea Harry. Its time they learned in a connected way. It might stir their intellects into some original thinking, instead of reacting to situations and running to me for the answers.”
“I hope your writing skills are up to scratch, Boys. There’ll be lots of homework and that entails research in the various libraries. Vitaly, you’ll be interested in the one at Durmstrang; that has the best fire magic treatises. Now for growing things, Cerroverde in Spain is the place. Ward magic has Helltröllstimø in the Skagerrak and no doubt Sophiamonastir will deal with water magic; however, each school puts on a basic course as well; and that is what we’ll be looking at.”
“Where’s this Hello place, Harry.”
“It’s the Scandinavian school, situated on an island in the sea between Denmark, Norway and Sweden. That’s where we met Esmeralda, she was a Succtopus …” Harry went on to give a brief account of what had happened followed by an explanation of the various magical means of transportation.
They used the gondola to reach the Cabin where they met Crassus, and Lamellas.
“Hi Harry, you’ve saved us from coming to see you.”
“Oh … Really?”
“Yes … It’s better this way round; we can show you what we mean.”
“I take it that this is about making the Cabin into an hotel?”
“Yes! You see Lugo says that the goblins have some disused levels in the cliffs below us, with a bit of titivating they could be turned into visitor accommodation. We have englamoured a grotto to give an idea what they might look like. Will you come and see it, please?”
“Well, we were on our way to see Ollivander.”
“It won’t take long, please, pretty please?”
“Okay! Is that alright with you boys?”
Harry obtained nods of assent from the trio.
As they walked Crassus explained: “The idea is to have a vertical shaft roughly the same size as the one at Montecristo. There would be stairs around three sides and a water-operated lift in the middle. Each level would be connected by a tunnel to a bower or group of bowers. If there were slight differences in level, we would slope the passageway to suit. The rock-eaters make burrows either to the travel-bore size or roughly ten-foot round; it’s these ten-foot ones we aim to use. We can level the floor and still have sufficient headroom. The space below can be used for the services etcetera … Ah, here we are!”
They entered the barrel-vaulted room from the side. Opposite was a semi-circular window matching the vault’s curvature; thus, creating a short cross vault with the door-opening. In front of the window was a low circular table flanked by three easy-chairs. On the left were two single beds with a chest of drawers between them and on the left immediately next to the door was a dressing-table. The right-hand portion was partitioned-off but contained a central wardrobe. Immediately on the right was another door which led through the partition into a compact bathroom.
“Nothing’s plumbed in Harry, and the furniture has no drawers despite appearances. This is just a mock-up of what a bower might look like.”
“Quite impressive, none-the-less, Crass. I like the view through the window. It feels like how I imagine Bilbo Baggins’ house might be from Tolkien’s descriptions. Are you going to call them burrows?”
“Too much like rabbits, Harry. We thought of grottos, but that suggested damp so, thesaurus in hand, we though ‘bowers’ was appropriate, especially as we intend to have a potted plant on the table. I must say I hadn’t thought of Tolkien, maybe we could name each bower after one of the characters.”
“What about cost? I like the idea, but we cannot be too extravagant.”
“We’re working on it with Bertie. He thinks that we could convert on a rolling basis say; have one to start with and, if they prove popular, increase them as the market grows. The lift would only be put in later. Griswold has an idea to operate it hydraulically.”
“Talk to Cardio, Montecristo has a magic tube that lifts us to the floor required. Only we do have to come down the stairs.”
“The levitation tube idea is a fall back in case Griswold’s thingummy doesn’t work. Do you like the bower idea?”
“Yes, but it still depends on the cost.”
“Bertie says he’ll have those for the next board meeting.”
“Fine, we’ll wait until then. Now we must be off to Diagon Alley.”
~~~SHOPPING PLUS~~~
Harry equipped the trio with St. Georges as they went through the portals; explaining about different languages.
Once in London, Vitaly was overawed with the shopping precinct just as Harry had been on his first visit. The other two were still very enthusiastic and some of the excitement passed off on to Harry; so much so that strangers’ sycophantic greetings did not seem to grate as much as usual. Ollivander passed Vitaly’s wand as being suitable and Harry bought each of them a wand servicing kit. They were fascinated by the gallopers and persuaded Harry to let them have two goes each. Fortescues specials were next on the menu and they were joined by Neville and Rory who were in town for some special ingredients for fertilisers. The three youngsters had not envisaged the wide range of magical plants, only knowing of the muggle ones that Trephine used for her remedies.
“So, we have to learn about these plants then?” asked Taros.
“Not just the plants, young man,” replied Rory: “But their habitats and eating habits.”
“Go on … Plants don’t eat, do they.”
“Draco could tell you about plants that attack people, with an idea of consuming them slowly,” suggested Neville, “So some of the lessons are about avoiding their clutches and what to do if you are caught. Some plants are attracted by our magical auras, so we have to be extra careful.”
“Draco says we have to learn about potions too.”
“And the herbological ingredients for them, which we grow,” added Rory.
“We’ll have a look at the Herbology area when we get to Montecristo, Boys.”
“We’re going there too. It’s a basic recognition course for some of the older students. You could join in if you like.”
“Won’t it be too advanced for us?”
“Not really. You see, the Iberian mages never had a proper magical education because, until Harry and the Dumbledorians shooed Lucy away, there had never been an Iberian magical school. So, they’re as much in the dark as you are. Any learning that was given was as an apprentice to an older mage: if you could find one. Therefore, you only learned what that mage knew and added to that knowledge from herbaria, if you could find and afford such a rare book. Our school is adding enormously to their pool of knowledge.”
“The learning is not all one way, Neville. They have information on sub-tropical species which we don’t normally come across.”
“In the same way Teinamoray has plants that I had only heard of, Rory.”
“Tell the boys about Arabella, Rory. They don’t really believe that plants can be aggressive.”
“Who’s Arabella?”
“She’s my pet Twinerium Succeratis; she guards my hermitage from unwanted intruders and incautious mages. You see Harry and Draco went to Teinamoray …” Rory went on to tell them about Draco’s predicament and rescue “… And now it’s time to go to Montecristo, Boys,” he finished.
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There were some spare textbooks for the trio to use and Harry found them some parchment, ink and quills. He left them with Rory and Neville and went to conduct a head-masterly tour. After teatime he was encouraged to take a DADA class for the same set of students and so the trio joined in that as well. They stayed for dinner, sitting at one of the same tables as the other mature mages. The conversation was quite lively because each person wanted to hear about the other’s abode; being intrigued by the idea of a larger enclosed area than the one at Cerroverde. The trio were equally interested in the descriptions of the irrigation system at AMIC.
Seeing that the trio’s imaginations were engaged Harry flooed the Cabin, and asked Crassus to tell Trephine that the trio were staying overnight with him; using some spare beds at Cerroverde.
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Friday morning had a tour of the Dwarves’ realm, taken around by someone Gaius Gratian had suggested and, after lunch, going to Hogwarts with the intention of visiting Rory’s island. When they arrived at the transportation room Gottfried was there fiddling with something.
“Hi Gottfried, what are you doing?”
“Hello Harry, a new transport experiment. At least new to us, that is. Something we learned about when we went to the Okruh.”
“Tell me?”
“Based on one of those triple reciprocating portkeys; it’s between here, Ernie’s parents’ house, The Croft and Teinamoray. It’s a four-way experiment, to see how viable they are in the northern climate and, because it’s an enclosed system, we can keep it private from the Department of Magical Transportation.”
“Fine, we want to go to see Rory’s garden; just what we need.”
“It’s still experimental, you know.”
“Well, someone has to try it out.”
“Uhm … I’m not sure which is which! We haven’t marked them yet.”
“Not to worry, I’ll try one out, but before I leave let’s mark a tower on one side of each of these here.” Harry remembered to hold the plinth as well as steadying the token.
“I’ll do the others and when the other one comes in; I’ll mark that with a tower too.”
“Good thinking.” Harry disappeared.
~~~SONNACH MCMILLAN~~~
“Hello Harry, Ernie’s not here at the moment.”
“Hello Mr McMillan, we’re marking the four-way reciprocating portkeys up.”
“Oh yes … That nice German wizard was explaining that when they were operable, my tenants would be automatically included in all the new updates to the wards. We’ve always felt at risk up here in the highlands. We were quite surprised not to have been attacked yet.”
“Perhaps Lucy doesn’t know your address; I don’t think he likes to be surrounded by damp trees.”
“Trees? Why on earth not, our family fortunes are in the logging industry. It’s cyclical you know, there’s always just one clear sector, where we’re planting new trees. Next door are the ones for cutting next year and they shelter the seedlings. Now Ernie’s become a medi-mage I’m not sure who’ll take over.”
“Maybe his son, yes?”
“Mmm … Possibly. We live long enough so it might be a great-grandson, you never know.”
“So, if I mark your tokens with a stylised tree would that be all right?”
“Oh yes, it’s part of our coat of arms don’t y’know.”
“The one for Hogwarts has a tower on it.” Harry held the plinth and showed the Laird both sides of the token.
“There was a whoosh and Probert appeared: “Hi Godfather, this one’s Rory’s he wants a flower as his symbol.”
“Hi Probes, the Laird’s token will be a tree; that okay?”
“Fine … May I copy?”
Harry held out a token, gripping firmly on to the plinth.
“I’ve marked the other two,” said the Laird.
“Thank you, Sir. Did you manage to mark the opposite one to this?”
The Laird chuckled: “It may have a streak on it. No matter; I’ll alter it when it returns.”
“Thanks!” Probert took his hand off the plinth and vanished.
“Now I know which plinth is which,” remarked the chief of clan Macmillan: “You’re standing where the Hogwarts one is, Probert came to that one from Rory’s Isle; so that one must be for The Croft. Oh! the token’s just gone.”
Siobhan appeared: “I say, aren’t they quick and they don’t tug my belly as much as an old boot might. Good evening Laird, hello Harry. Rory says to go over to Teinamoray; your apprentices are there now. How is it they can understand English?”
Harry explained about his St. George, both mages were fascinated. So, when the Laird and Siobhan reverted to their normal Gaelic Harry understood perfectly.
“We’ll have to be careful around magical Sassenachs in future Buidseach Siobhan;” The Laid grinned at his friend.
“With Draco and Harry, we can’t have secrets anyway. A few months ago, we had an experiment. I’m a fairly adept at Occlumency, as you now. Draco overcame all my defences.”
“Was one of us with him?”
“Yes, Harry, Ginny was.”
“We can only use certain special enhancements like that, when we’re touching another of our quartet. For instance, I can see magic with my eyes closed, we first found out …” Harry went on to tell them about the Amsterdam incident, and then bade them goodbye, using the flower/tree token to reach his charges.
~~~TEINAMORAY~~~
When Harry arrived, the apprentices were gingerly feeding Arabella by holding out sticks with a creamy substance on the end.
Rory saw the brunet’s shocked countenance: “It’s all right Harry; I haven’t been debauching your apprentices, although they did offer. Neville and I have perfected a synthetic feed for her, she thrives on it. Taros stand back quickly. She nearly got you. Let me see if you’re all right.”
Rory looked at Taros. There was a big damp stain just below his belt.
Rory chuckled: “Did the idea excite you so much, young man?”
“What?” Taros looked down at where Rory was pointing and blushed: “Oh, I must have dropped one of the sticks and it must have hit me there.”
Two dirty giggles came from his mates.
“Don’t believe him Rory,” Leonid ventured: “He was rubbing himself up when you told us about Draco’s predicament.”
Vitaly darted forward and quickly unzipped Taros’s flies. Out popped a very hard and still dribbling prick.
“You bastard!” Taros did drop the sticks in an attempt to hide his hard-on, he also tried to escape. Unfortunately, his route took him a little too near Arabella. This time he did not escape, she pounced and had his dribbling cock firmly entwined within seconds. The few flowers left over from the ones that they had been feeding, now formed an orderly queue to suck out his juices.
“DON’T USE MAGIC,” Harry and Rory yelled out together.
The drawn wands quavered, and the apprentices stared at the two mages.
“Magic excites her,” Rory explained, “She’s almost dormant from the sops we were giving her. Half an hour and she’ll have had her fill and go to sleep. It will be an object lesson to all three of you.
“But he’s our mate, why can’t we do something.”
Rory looked at Harry: “Are they old enough?”
“Well beyond our normal age threshold, yes. You should have seen what the witch-in-charge had me do to them a bit ago by way of a binding charm, and they reciprocated too.”
“Judging by their bulges, they’re as excited as he is.”
“Go on then.”
Rory went to his lean-to store and produced two six-foot square boards, each with a hole in it, about thirty inches from the ground. “Right youngsters, unzip and poke your dongs through here. Then walk towards Arabella slowly. Stop as soon as the first tendril touches, she’ll do the rest.”
“You mean to let her suck us off.”
“Yes Leonid, that’s exactly what Rory means. It will save Taros from having to ejaculate three times.”
“Well I started it.” Vitaly dropped his trousers and pants, stuck his erection through the hole and marched up to Arabella.
“Not so fast young man, you may arouse her into a feeding-frenzy.” Rory laid a restraining hand on Vitaly’s shoulder just in time.
“Ooh! Ooh!” Harry could see Vitaly’s buttock muscles enjoying the sensation.
Within a minute Leonid had joined in, but there were still a couple of tendrils waving around lazily.
Harry went to the lean-to, acquired a board, unzipped and approached the vine.
“You needn’t have done that, Harry.”
“Probably, but I wanted to feel what it was like. Mmm … Nice … Mmm … Better than nice. Only Draco’s mouth beats the sensation.” Harry luxuriated in the vegetable’s clutches.
Each person gave six flowers-full to Arabella – two extra for Vitaly. Arabella seemed to know who had instigated the session. Once released the others watched whilst the remaining apprentice quivered in extrasensory summation.
Rory held Vitaly’s board steady and indicated that Harry should do the same on the other side. “See that pinkish tendril, the one going between his balls.”
“YES.”
“Go round behind him and watch where it goes,”
“It’s tickling my half-inch.”
“Mmm … yes it will.”
Vitaly twitched, and Taros added gleefully: It’s gone inside his bum.”
“Arabella will squirt something onto his prostate, which will keep him hard for a few hours. It’s the way, in the wild, that such a plant would preserve its victim, ready for the next session. Luckily for you, Vitaly, she’s domesticated and there’ll be no lasting harm done.”
Leonid peered around the front of the board and saw the last flower close. The remaining dribbles allowed the relaxing vines to slip off Vitaly’s crimson flesh. Very carefully he backed away until he was well out of range of the curling tendrils.
Rory inspected the semi-naked boy’s flesh to ensure there was no harm done: “I’ll be able to milk her in about a week’s time. Draco will be ever so pleased. He wants some Succermilk for some of his potions. It is still quite valuable, but we do a swap for some nurturing potions which mean some of the rarer plants here have a better chance of surviving. They like a cold climate but can’t abide frost, with a little tender loving care from the Gulf Stream; it keeps us just above freezing most of the time. Not so far away, at Inverewe, the Scottish National Trust has an almost sub-tropical garden. Go but a few miles inland and the winters in the mountains are harsh.”
In the end, the boys wanted to stay and help Rory harvest some more plants. In Vitaly’s engorged state, it was probably diplomatic not to take him out in public. A couple of floo calls informed Trephine that they would again be staying overnight, and a quick Harry-only trip borrowed a magical tent from Hogwarts. One of Rory’s vegetable goulash meals filled their hungry bellies and Harry accepted the offer to sleep indoors. Both adults felt it better for the boys to deepen their friendship, without too much supervision. Twice Harry peeped in, they were all in one bed tangled together and fast asleep hugging.
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