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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]
~~~ INVESTIGATION ~~~
“Erm … Harry … Did you say Pan and Satyrs?”
“Yes Ricardo. In the magical world many of the old races survive, but in very small numbers. The dragons are cared for in the Lakeside Sanctuary, the Satyrs are at the Seclusion; Centaurs live near Hogwarts, the British Academy of Magic. You met a couple of elves in Venice and the goblins look after our finances.”
“I hadn’t realised that Sporcara and Sporcaro were separate beings. I surmised they were midgets of some kind. So there are more races as well?”
“I’m surprised Fawkes hasn’t turned up – he’s a phoenix – he usually hangs around when we discover something new.”
F: *I’m here, my sons. There was no need to prompt you, you were doing quite well without me interfering.*
D: *But you were keeping an eye on us, weren’t you?* whilst he searched the vicinity for the phoenix’s disguise.
F: *Of course, you’re still too wet behind the ears not to need some supervision.*
H: *So you still think we’re juvenile delinquents, that cannot be trusted to do things right.*
F: *Far from it. I’m on duty just now whilst your other guardian angels have some rest. They need recreation too, you know.*
H: *Oh … Sorry … I didn’t know we had some. We thought it was just you .*
F: *Of course you do, as does every person who walks in the light. Who else keeps the tempting sprites at bay?*
Farad nudged Draco in the ribs: “Care to share your conversation with us?”
“Oh … Sorry … We were discussing guardian angels with Fawkes.” *Please show yourself?*
One of the dowdy brown hens that were pecking-up seeds in front of the veranda transformed into the brilliant hues of a phoenix and the remaining flock flew off squawking.
F: *Is that what you meant my son?*
The clerics gasped.
Harry chuckled: “Fawkes likes surprising people. He says he’s on guardian duty whilst our angels have some time to themselves.”
“Well, well! Does that apply to our angels as well?”
Harry grabbed Ricardo’s and Konstadin’s hands so they could hear Fawkes’s reply. Draco did the same for Giuseppe.
F: *Yes, I am covering for all five of them whilst they rehearse for the next god-concert. It’s much easier when people are in pairs or groups, their angels can take rest periods but still maintain surveillance.*
RC: *Can I really talk internally like this?*
D: *You are doing, Ricardo. It only works when you touch one of us, though.*
GU: *Mmm … It’s a bit like praying.*
F: *Same kind of thing, my son.*
RC: *This is quite a learning curve! How can I tell that to members of the Congregation?*
D: *Those clergy would probably think you were mad, Ricardo. Probably best kept a secret between ourselves … Hmm? Why did you really come, Fawkes?*
F: *To convey some good news, my son. Have you not noticed that the magicals in our society do not catch many of the muggle diseases?*
D: *Can’t say I have given it much thought. Hmm … Yes, I think you’re correct. So, tell us, please?*
F: *It’s to do with elphinite, my son. It has certain properties. As well as thaumic ones there are anti-viral ones. So, anyone wearing a scarab is has this immunity.*
D: *Why a scarab?*
F: *They contain minute grains of elphinite, sufficient to provide immunity and to their close ones, as well.*
D: *Is that just us magicals or does it protect the scarab-wearing muggles as well?*
F: *It does.*
D: *What about the muggle Ukrainian community? The ones we are still caring for.*
F: *They live on top of the biggest elphinite lode in the world. In fact, most of the Crimean Peninsula, but it only works if they have crafted something from the ore, preferably an ornament. Many of them wear crosses made of the precious stone. Now I must be off to spread the good news, to those who choose to hear it. Now some of you are still to see more wonders.* Fawkes reverted to a hen and was soon camouflaged by the brood of poultry scratching for seeds a little further away.
H, G & A: *We all heard that. We’ll tell the others.*
~~~ DRAGONS & SATYRS ~~~
Taking the hint, the quintet went back to the portal cupboard and continued their journey via the Grunrasenhof to the Sanctuary. The clerics were suitably impressed by the Dragons and even more so when they joined hands with the seers and conversed internally with Rhysiart.
H: *Is there a reason for you helping Father Konstadin when he was attacked, Rhysiart?*
RS: *Since Draco found the Satyrs, and you found out that we both could communicate in dialects of the sacred speech we have had discussions with them …*
Harry chuckled: *… Who holds what?*
Rhysiart breathed a brief flame: *I do hope you are not being crude, Puissant Seer. They touch our neck-ruffles, in the same way that the Sanctuary workers do. Now we have proper contact with them, we have agreed to make sweeps of the Seclusion occlusions. Some few nights ago the guardian dragons felt some brief spurts of mal-magic, but were unable to trace the source before it was time to return here. The next night no surges were felt but they were repeated the night afterwards. With special permission from the Basileus we hid ourselves in the vicinity where the mal-magic had emanated. We traced it to the isolated mages’ farmhouse and were deciding what should be done when Kostas arrived. We could feel he was on the side of light and felt we should support him if necessary. That necessity soon became apparent when the satraps trained their wands on him. So, we burnt them up. *
D: *Wasn’t that against dragon-law, Rhysiart?*
RS: *Not really … It is something like your rules about underage mages using magic in front of muggles. We are allowed to use fire in defence of the innocent and to save lives, into both of those categories Kostas clearly fell.*
K: *Thank you, Rhysiart, you appeared to be agents of divine retribution, and I was worried about what I had unleashed. Will you thank your colleagues for me as well?*
RS: *We are still used as agents of divine retribution, Kostas, although not usually in so dramatic a form as the one you saw. I will pass on your thanks to my family.*
D: *Should we go and inspect the Seclusion occlusions, Rhysiart?*
RS: *It would be advisable, Draco. We never ascertained the reason for the mal-magic or exactly where it had been performed. We would not have felt it the first time if it had been used at the farmhouse; that was too far distant from the occlusions.*
RC: *What are occlusions?*
RS: *A form of thaumic defence masking that hides areas where magical beings reside.*
H: *That was the best answer I’ve heard yet, but there are other kinds as well. We’ll show you what we mean when we reach the Seclusion. That is if you wish to come with us?*
RC: *Of course I do. I’m expanding my horizons, much better than dusty administrative duties.*
D: *Please don’t neglect them, Ricardo; how else would Esteban and Kostas have found new callings?*
RC: *Point taken, Draco. I am due some leave, so I shall take a few days off. Kostas’s recovery was the most pressing and I had set aside a week to accomplish that. So, thanks to you mages, I have five days left, and I intend to enjoy the time.*
F: chuckling: *I’m looking forward to hear how you are going to introduce the fathers to Pan and the satyrs.*
RC: *I’m looking forward to meeting one of the mythological races. I expect it will be very enlightening.*
It took a little time for the laughter of the magical ones to die down; some of it appearing as flames from the dragon contingent.
D: *Have you ever seen images of satyrs depicted anywhere, Ricardo?*
RC: *I have visited various museums and there are some touching statues of them looking after children. However, there are other depictions, especially on Greek pottery, which have a more carnal scan to them.*
D: chuckling: *You will find the more carnal depictions to be the true ones.*
RC: *Oh … I see!*
K: *I think our magical friends regard us as some kind of innocents, Ricardo. They forget that we hear many things inside the seal of the confessional.*
D: *It’s slightly more complicated than that, Kostas, but you’re heading in the right direction. You hold our hands to converse internally, it is not so with the satyrs. Their phalli are the communicators and so are ours. However, to save your blushes, all of the seers speak the sacred tongue and you may hold our hands to understand what is being discussed. Should you want a private discussion, then you must be prepared to be embarrassed. There is just one more thing; in their society it considered de-trop to cover your body.*
RC *So we walk around in the body God has given us. How refreshing. I do hope it’s warm enough.*
Harry and Draco were taken aback by Ricardo’s last statement, although they did not show it. The party returned to the cave and accessed the Seclusion’s portal. They were met on the other side by Brightness.
#Hello Seers, have you come to see Vasil?#
Draco was removing his clothes: #Not really. The dragons reported some dark mages using mal-magic on the Greek side of the Seclusion; so, we came to check it out. Why, is Vasil here?#
#Conducting our weekly service, now we’ve all been baptised. I think he’s chatting to Pan at the moment. Harry, I know, but who are these newcomers? Welcome!# Brightness bowed to each one in turn
Now all the visitors were naked Harry was holding hands with them so that they could understand. He introduced them to Brightness and then to Brilliance who had honed-in on his partner’s thoughts. Next came Pan and Vasil who agreed to show the quartet of priests around whilst the two seers went to inspect the occlusion: riding the duple under Hendy disguises.
~~~ FARMHOUSE ~~~
Having been shown on a map where the farmhouse was, they homed in on it. Being cautious they used the duple and clothed themselves in the Hendy disguises. That did not stop the smell of burning which pervaded the area. It was more the thought of people being burnt than the stink which made the seers feel uncomfortable. And then they heard a voice which added to their unease.
“I don’t care what you think Pucey, you’re in enough trouble with Princeps Niger, for not holding on to that Island,” came the unmistakable tones of Theodore Nott: “Now bury those bodies. If he chooses to come here, he won’t want things like that on view.”
“Why don’t you do some of the work?”
“Because he’s set me as a supervisor, hasn’t he.”
“Don’t know why, you had both of them in your hands and you let them go.”
“For your information I was defeated by four people and sent back. You ran away, despite having good defensive wards up.”
“It was those two who defeated me.”
“So …? I’m obviously twice the satrap than you are, having double the people defeat me. Now get on with it. That includes you others, too.”
H: *Nice gentleman, isn’t he, Draco? I thought he was in Azkaban, after our Cornish adventures.*
D: *Served his term and was released. Time has not improved his manner; obnoxious bastard!*
H: *I wonder if we could indulge in a little vengeance. We don’t want a satrap enclave this near the Seclusion. Perhaps something sexily poetic, d’you think?*
D: *Lord Blake, I’m surprised at you. Plain Harry Potter wouldn’t have had such thoughts.*
H: *He’s been corrupted by Lord Duindhu, don’t y’know. Well …?*
D: *You do have permission to use Imperio in battle conditions, don’t you.*
H: *Yes … However, I don’t plan in attacking them all.*
D: *No but by a pre-empting strike, you’d be preventing one, wouldn’t you?*
H: *That’s a Slyth argument.*
D: *And an Arch-Slyth making it. Besides, the British Wizengamot rules don’t apply in Italy.*
H: *Go on tell me … At least I’ll listen.*
D: *What if they found him naked and wanking, whilst watching Caliban Crouch?*
H: *Which one’s Caliban Crouch?*
D: *The auburn haired one over there; the one with the pert bum.*
H: *Mmm … Pity he’s a satrap … Fine … How do we go about it?*
D: *Remember you’re mine.*
H: *Of course, but one can admire something beautiful.*
D: *Outwardly yes, but he’s tarred with the Crouch brush, and has a foul mouth.*
H: *Get on with it!*
Draco sent Harry the details of his plan, and by agreement it was modified slightly. Still under the Hendy disguises they stalked Theodore. He was now inside the farmhouse searching for valuables. A couple of fingers poked through the Hendy shrouds:
“Exuero te!” sent Draco.
“Imperio!” sent Harry.
“Silencio!” added Draco.
“Mobilicorpus!” added Harry.
“Erecto Penis Lascivio!” concluded Draco.
“Masturbari ad Fruito!” finished Harry.
Quickly they moved the wanking Nott outside and behind a bush overlooking the makeshift cemetery.
“Finite Silencio!” from Draco.
“Finite Mobilicorpus et Hic Ibi!” from Harry.
Theodore had no choice but to stay where he was and gasped aloud. The others turned and saw someone behind the bush.
“Merlin’s Balls! He’s a pervert. Princeps or no Princeps I’m not staying here to be interfered with.”
“NEITHER ARE WE!” a number of cracks marked the gang’s disapparation.
Only then did Draco and Harry reveal themselves.
“So, you went back to the Seignior when you were released. Theo?”
“You two! I should have guessed. What are you going to do with me?”
“Watch you cum, to start with and then we’ll decide,” replied Draco, because Harry was still holding the Imperio.
It took quarter of an hour for the extremely reluctant victim to spurt some spunk. Harry still held the Masturbari on him. So, Theo was now quivering from overload as he continued to manhandle his manhood. Eventually he passed out with tears in his eyes and a well-used dark purple prong in his hand.
Before the seers lifted the various jinxes; Harry wrote indelibly on Theodore’s chest: ‘We have this one sussed, so you’ll have to find another hideout,’ and Draco sent the naked Mr Nott back to Lucius with an: “Ad Lucium Redito!”
Before inspecting the Seclusion’s wards, the two seers completed the burial of the family and held a short funeral service for them. Not wishing to upset Konstadin. After the inspection Harry and Draco reported back; saying that there had been no attack on the wards and surmising that the Seignior was looking for a warm place, as Viridian had suggested.
~~~ SCHOOLS ~~~
Draco accompanied Giuseppe and Ricardo back to Venice because he wanted to see how the jewellery novices were faring. Harry went with Konstadin and Farad to the Okruh because he wanted to see the apprentices. After chatting to them and Trephine he returned to Godric’s Hollow via the portals.
When he arrived, Harry found that Draco had called a meeting of the Dumbledorians and, after sharing the Covid-immunity good-news, was busy explaining about the shortages of suitably qualified professors in certain subjects. He and Astoria were then collecting names and availabilities of the volunteers in order to return to the Okruh and sort things out with Farad and agree on levels of remuneration with the representatives of the recently elected Ukrainian Wizengamot. Bertie went with him so that the financial input of the Trust, if any, could be monitored.
Meanwhile Harry sought an interview with Bishop Keith.
“How can I help you, Seer Potter?” the bishop asked after the usual pleasantries.
“It’s about St. Godric’s school and the threatened closure.”
“I had surmised that that was the case. The education authorities are adamant about their proposals to close the School. To some extent I see their point, but it is another nail in the coffin of community spirit and cohesiveness. They are also pressing me to approach your trust to see about transferring the pupil grants; they would pay for one and a half teachers’ salaries at the present level.”
“John has talked to some of the muggle parents; they feel the same way about destroying the community. However, about a quarter of them support the move; criticising the church for not updating the present premises.”
“My statistics say about a third, but I’ll not quibble about figures. John also says that there could be a possibility of completely privatising the school by setting up a trust. Better still, joining and already established educational trust. Could that be yours?”
“I’ll have Francis look into it.”
“Thank you. This is a movement all over the country you know, centralisation in order to cut costs and, so they say, bring into being better educational facilities.”
“Um … I wonder … Um … Maybe we could go wholly private and only educate pupils from magical backgrounds. We are developing a system of transport at the moment which could bring youngsters here on a daily basis.”
“In a way that is doing what the government wants, you’d be creating a centre of special requirements. What would happen to the children of parents who wish to have their children educated at the local school? Of course, when they re-open after coronavirus has been defeated.”
“There is no way we would want to bar them, especially as those who already attend are aware of the ‘old ways’. Miss Frobisher manages to keep a cap on the peculiar happenings.”
“Yes, Headmistress Dolores has very good reports about her … Why don’t I have a look at educational trusts from the muggle side of things and you go and talk to your board and possibly conduct some research into how many youngsters would be imported?”
Harry agreed that this was a way forward, secretly relieved that the bishop wanted to help, and after a few more pleasantries came home.
~~~~ OKRUH ~~~
Pavlo and Halyna collected one of the invalids; she was Pavlo’s grandmother. Carefully, the relatives of the returned mages were contacted and most to collect them. After two weeks there were just three magical ex-prisoners left and Farad talked to them; explaining that he wanted to restart the academy. They all had no wish to return to their opposing constituencies and agreed to become some of the first professors.
Tracey and Wayne served out their notice with the Auror Department, spending some of their spare time at the various hotels and getting used to what would become their new job. Meanwhile, Seamus’s and Dean’s group set about preparing the cabin and its associated grottos for habitation. Somehow word drifted north to the old imperial capital, and the remaining Russian mages began to show interest in sending their children to Sophiamonastir. These were mages from the European side of the Urals. Those from the Asian side already had arrangements with the Chinese network. Coupled with that, certain of those mages wanted to spend their holidays in the Crimea, aping the previous high families. This gave the Cabin Endryu Hotel a new source of clientele as well as families visiting their student children.
The local TRP network was enhanced to reach venues close to many famous muggle monuments and places of interest. Thus, enhancing the magical visitors’ enjoyment of their stay.
Close to the May Equinox the seers enabled a postern from the Dragon Sanctuary to The Cabin thus connecting Sophiamonastir to the other educational establishments.
~~~ DEVELOPMENTS ~~~
A day later they divided the Annex to London Postern in two. Establishing an adytum on top of the Pennines with TRP connections to the magicals living in Manchester, Leeds and Sheffield. The following day they divided the Annex to Hogwarts postern roughly halfway between Edinburgh and Glasgow, establishing a TRP connection to those urban Scottish mages. Each of these was established above a phaeton waystation and had a connecting shaft. This now created a situation where portals and posterns no longer paralleled each other, although they did serve certain mutual points in all three systems.
These improved connections soon proved their worth when the mage who lived above the waystation at Cat Clough came to see Harry.
“Seer Potter-Blake, someone has turned up at my demesne who is in quite a bad state physically. It looks as though he has been both beaten and cursed.”
“Did you take him to St Mungos?”
“He says he won’t move anywhere until you’ve seen him.”
“What’s his name?”
“Theodore Nott. To prove his good faith, he has given me his wand to give to you. Here it is”
D: *I heard his request. I’m coming too.*
G: *So am I. Tor says she’ll hold the fort, here.*
H: *Fine!* “Some of us seers will come with you to see him.”
They arrived at Cat Clough Demesne.
Harry looked around carefully when they emerged from the cupboard: “Where is he?”
“Outside, he could not come in because the protecting tholus prevented it.”
They went outside, luckily it was a sunny day, but this far up in the Pennines it was still fairly bleak. Theodore was lying huddled up on a blanket just outside the demesne limits. He looked terrible. Cuts and bruises covered by tattered garments, and he was quivering in fright.
D: *Don’t melt, Harry. It may be a ruse.*
G: *He has a peculiar aura. Its blackness is clothed in yellow contrition.*
Harry looked compassionately on the wreck of a wizard: “Well Theo, why are you here?”
“To … Claim … Asylum … Please … And … Healing.”
It took three goes before Harry could make out the words stuttering through the bruised lips and broken teeth.
H: *Give me your hands, both of you. I’ll have to try some immediate healing, or he’ll die on us.*
D: *Are you quite sure?*
G: *I think it’s worth a try, Harry.*
Both seers held Harry’s bare shoulders whilst he performed some emergency healing charms. The Demesne owner gasped as Theodore’s appearance changed. He still looked gaunt and bruised but his skin now looked healthy. Harry knew that his internal organs were now working properly, but he had little strength left to heal things further.
H: *Cast a containment charm, Ginny. Just in case.*
Ginevra did that, and Draco cast a temporary acceptance charm as well.
The owner saw the exhausted look on Harry’s face and immediately conjured some chocolate and a resuscitating drink.
Draco smiled at him: “I think we could do with some of that too, because we were lending Harry some of our thaums.”
“Are you strong enough to come inside. My elf has a meal waiting for you. I have a bed for the invalid, too.”
“Can I … come through … Too?”
“Yes Theo. There’s a temporary acceptance charm on you.”
“I think … I could … Walk … With some … Support … Thank you.”
The meal was mostly silent bar ‘please’ and ‘thank-you’. The owner was still overwhelmed at the seers’ strength; whilst the other four needed some revival time. They ate slowly, allowing their digestions time to replace lost energy. Two hours had passed before any form of conversation could be attempted.
Afterwards, watched over by Draco and Harry, Theodore lay on the bed awake: “He beat me up … He was annoyed by the message … Then the other satraps had a go … I think they thought I was dead … Because they voted to leave me … Before they did that, He cast a redito on me … Probably so the body was not found in his area … That’s how I got here,” Theodore explained: “Where am I?”
“In the Pennines. Had it not been a fine day, you probably would have died of exposure,” the owner surmised: “We frequently find hikers who have fallen down some rocks and perished in that way. It’s a wide, lonely and bleak area.”
“Thank you for saving me.” Theodore looked at Draco: “What now?”
“That rather depends on you, Theo. You must realise that there are at least three episodes that cause us to mistrust you.”
“I understand. I am happy that you keep my wand until you feel I can be trusted.”
“You will have to earn that trust, Theo.”
“I realise that. I truly do. His band of volunteers has been slowly whittled away every time he attacks one of your establishments. Because of that he seems to have developed a persistent arrogance which ignores lesser targets. He’s forgotten his early premise; that of frequent small pickings that draw little attention. Azkaban seems a doddle, compared to living under his erratic and single-minded régime. I have no wish to return, but how to earn my acceptance?”
Harry puzzled over Theodore’s continued emphasis of the third-person pronoun; wondering what it meant.
D: *Probably part reverence and part fear. Remember the time when no-one wanted to speak Voldie’s name?*
H: *Mmm … Fine! Got the idea.*
“We’ve heard that he has his headquarters somewhere in Wales.”
Theodore looked alarmed: “Yes …?” he replied guardedly: “Why?”
“Maybe it’s time we took the war to him.”
“It’s very heavily guarded.”
“I would expect it is. Some idea of its location, and weaknesses might be counted in your favour, Theo.”
“I … I’ll think about it.”
“Good! Now what to do with you whilst you think.” Draco looked at Harry for inspiration.
“I … I was not present when the first squad killed those farmers. He sent me there to sort things out afterwards.”
Draco looked unimpressed, but sent: *Maybe Theo’s done nothing chargeable since the cave incident.*
A: *I’ve had a chat with Rory. He says he’ll look after Theo on his island for a few weeks. Theo was good at herbology, so he could use his talents there.*
H: *Thanks Tor.* Theo, we have a place for you to go to. It’s very remote and you can practice your herbology as you recover. Though, you won’t have your wand.”
“That’ll be Teinamoray, won’t it? Okay! I’ll go.”
“I think that you had better be reported as dead, Theo.”
“Why’s that, Draco.”
“We’ve used this idea before with someone who changed sides and whom we thought Lucy might want to punish.”
“Who was that?”
“Nice try … There’s no way, at the moment, that we could trust you with that knowledge.”
“Mmm … I suppose so … What happens when I die?”
“We change your name, at least temporarily. We keep on receiving new people so a new name wouldn’t be extraordinary.”
“Mmm … I think I’d like to be called Silas?”
“Silas?”
“Mmm … Yes … after Silas Marner the fictional weaver who was redeemed by love. Although who my Eppie would be is open to question.”
“Very good, Silas, I’ll tell the others.”
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