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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: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(Sexual torture - more than once and of muggles)
~~~ ANGUISH ~~~
~~~ SATURDAY ~~~ 08/08/98
Draco came out of his coma to find more inquisitors in his cell, Graucus among them. He was made to get up and his hands tied by a rope to a hook in the ceiling. He could turn to avoid their hands but not defend his sensitive areas. Turning was largely ineffective as they stood round him in a circle. Groping hands, whips and paddles were used indiscriminately and Draco ended up sore, bleeding and sobbing. That disguised female rang bells, but he still could not name her. They intimated that they were 'softening-him-up' so that he would remember to obey his betters in future. Draco consoled himself, remembering that he had had much worse tortures inflicted on him when Voldemort was at the manor.
~~~ CHANTRY COTTAGE ~~~
Harry was happier in the morning feeling confident in his teams' skills, although his demeanour was less ebullient. The crowd were still eating breakfast when Samantha and her ladies arrived in the dining room.
“Hello Samantha, Ladies. Who let you in?”
“Your Butler I presume, he was very courteous and shook our hands. Ah, here he is.”
“This way mistresses, please.”
Harry looked at the man who seemed to be in his early fifties and greying slightly at the temples. He was dressed in a dark blue tail suit with a grey waistcoat with shiny buttons. Harry had never seen him before, but there was something vaguely familiar in the way he walked. Gripping his hidden wand tightly and pointing it at the personage Harry followed this ‘butler’ into the tent. When he turned round, the butler’s image seemed to flicker for a moment when it saw a very suspicious Harry glaring at him.
The supposed butler motioned Harry into the kitchen: “Master, please let me explain before you hex me into oblivion.”
For the second time Harry had this feeling of familiarity. And so forbore from the hex forming on his lips, hoping he was doing the correct thing.
“Master, please forgive Kreacher. I did not want to frighten you. I would have told you yesterday when Winky and I arrived back, but you seemed too preoccupied.”
“Kreacher? Is that you, under there?” Harry’s familiarity feelings intensified.
“Yes Master. You see we went to see Professor Headmistress McGonagall and she taught us self-transformation. I knew the muggles were coming here and that we’d have to hide away, so the Professor Headmistress said she would help us. Can we go where the muggles can’t see us then I can be myself for a bit, please”
Harry went down to his study and Kreacher changed into his normal form.
“If Master is cross with me I’ll iron my hands.”
“No, no I’m not cross with you. You just gave me a shock, that’s all.”
“Oh dear.” Kreacher started beating his head against the wall. “Bad Kreacher, bad Kreacher, shocked master, shocked master.”
“Kreacher! KREACHER! STOP THAT – I N S T A N T L Y, or I shall be very cross.”
“Yes Master, I’ll go and get the iron.”
“No you won’t. You’ll stay here and listen.”
“Yes Master.”
“I think you did the correct thing. It was a very good idea of yours. Perhaps next time you’ll tell me, even if I am preoccupied. How does Winky appear?”
“She looks like a slim maid, in a black dress and white pinafore in the public rooms. She’s happier and prefers to be the fat cook in a white overall though. That’s for when she’s in the kitchen.”
“We’d be quite content if she appears as the cook, even in the public rooms, if she’s happier with that. Will you tell her, please?”
“Yes Master, can I go and get the iron now?”
“No! You are never to iron your hands, or hit yourself with a poker, or bang your head against the wall again, do you hear me?”
“Yes Master.”
Harry wondered whether Kreacher would do something else to punish himself, but put away the thoughts until that something happened. “Kreacher, listen to me.”
“Yes Master.”
“I approve of what you thought out. It is a very good idea. When you are Carter, how do you know who to let in?”
“Only the ones you know and who are on the side of light, Master. I test them as I shake hands with them.”
“What would you do if Draco Malfoy turned up?” Harry expected a frisson of delight from the geas, but it was very slight if at all. However, he did get a momentary glimpse of him being beaten severely.
Kreacher seemed to withdraw into himself for a minute. Then a puzzled expression appeared on his face. “Err … Master … Don’t be cross! I would let him in.”
“I’m not cross, not at all. In fact, you have confirmed what I felt about him when I met him in Diagon Alley, he was part of our group in my last term at school and it’s obvious he hasn’t changed his mind. About which I’m really rather pleased. What about his Father, Lucius?”
“No Master, never Master,” Kreacher averred without hesitation: “He’s evil, Master.”
“Well done Kreacher. I can feel someone at our door, will you see who it is, please.”
The elf also felt pleased that his master was still regarding young master Malfoy amicably. “It’s Father John, Master. I can feel his aura already.” Kreacher transformed into Carter and tottered upstairs. He soon returned with John in tow.
“Father John, Master.” Carter announced in a hollow plummy voice.
“Hello Harry My Boy, peace be with you.”
“Peace be with you too, John. Good morning.”
“I didn’t know you had a butler.”
“I don’t! Someone who looks after me is acting in that role at the moment, that’s all.”
“Yes I see. He doesn’t look like any of your friends that I’ve met so far, how did you do it?”
“It’s all right; it’s someone else; I seem to have gathered a tubby cook from the same source, too. How can I help?”
“It was more of a reporting in job really, just to say we have everyone accounted for except our three mischievous ones, and I imagine they’ll be around later if there’s free food on offer. Can you find a place for three wheelchairs? Only there are three bed-bound people whom I’d like to have under your wings.”
“No problem, do they need to be kept quiet?”
“One of them does, the other two will be happy just sitting, watching and drooling.”
“So if we convert the study, there’s a loo next door. He or she can go into one of the bedrooms upstairs, they all have loos too.”
“It’s a he, by the way. I’ll chat to the son and daughter-in-law and see what they think. They’ll only come if his dad can.”
“Okay, have you got transport? Who are the mischievous ones?”
“Oh! Three of our teenage choirboys. I should really think of the as choir-men, now that they sing the lower parts, but they’ve been in the choir since they were four. If there’s some mischief going on, they’re usually at the bottom of it. Not that they’re evil, just high-spirited. No doubt they’re wandering around the neighbourhood, playing their inscrutable games. I suppose it’s better than hunched round a computer all the time, although they are adept at using their mobiles. Anyway, they are missing at the moment, free food always attracts them, so I have little to worry about.”
“Good … No doubt you’ve seen we collected the chairs and tables.”
“Yes. Our verger thought we’d had thieves, until I told him you borrowed my key.”
“Vicars aren’t supposed to lie to their parishioners.”
“Mages aren’t supposed to spirit items from behind locked doors either.”
“Touché! Anything more?”
“Not really, but I’d better go and do my benign priest act and wander round the ladies telling them how wonderful they all are.”
“I’ll join you and play solicitous host, if I may.”
On the way up Harry looked out of his window and saw his friends playing hex tennis. Dean had seen Harry’s visitor so on Harry’s worried double-take the shields looked more solid, and the fireball had become a tennis ball.
“That’s an interesting game they’re playing Harry; a sort of padder-tennis is it?”
“Something like that, it hones up the reflexes to repel undesirable objects. We had a private teach-in yesterday, and they are developing the rules at the moment.”
“A sort of defending against deadly activities game?”
“Yes. We call it DADA for short, but you have the gist of it. I have been asked to tutor the students in it, at college. It’s a great honour.”
“Well done, so your friends will be celebrating your promotion then.”
“Sort of! I think that this dangerous discussion shouldn’t go beyond us though.”
“So the deadly is very accurate … I see … What it really means is you’ve taken on more responsibility. If you’re on God’s side, which I know you are, joys come out of the angst of leadership. I shall respect your confidence and pray for you daily, Mage Harry.”
“Thank you Father John. I just hope we can adequately defend your flock for you later on today.” Harry snapped out of his sombre mood and led the way upstairs. “Come on, we’ve got to engender peace and happiness in our followers.”
Somehow Samantha had inveigled the boys into hanging bunting and the girls into arranging flowers, the marquee was a hive of activity. Harry used his eyes very carefully and noticed balls of bunting flying extra-long distances, or flowers subtly changing colour, not that it was blatant. His friends were having fun; the muggles were unaware so he let things lie. He did see John’s eyebrows lift occasionally though.
“I see you are as observant as I am. John.”
“It’s very subtle isn’t it? I’d rather imagined big flash bang.”
“We can do that as well, and may well have to tonight. That’s why we’ve laid on some fireworks.”
“Thought of everything have you?”
“I wish I had! Blaise, our battle strategist, is out having a look see, so that we can deploy as effectively as possible. He’s one of the college’s wizard chess champions.”
“I hope the other side don’t see him. If he’s around tomorrow, I’ll challenge him. I used to be good at chess too.”
Harry burst out giggling, imagining John’s face if he saw a wizard chess game. Luckily John didn’t see him, for he had turned to talk to Samantha. Then she turned to our mage.
“Harry,” she gushed, “Your friends are working wonders.”
“I’m so glad they are able to help, Samantha. I think they’re enjoying it. You’re doing such a good job in organising them.”
Samantha preened and it was John’s turn to giggle.
“Why, thank you. Your butler says that you have enough crockery and cutlery and he’ll put it out this afternoon while we have a rest. I must say he’s very considerate.”
Soon all the decorations were up, the flowers out and tables ready. Samantha took a satisfied look round, and shooed her ladies and helpers on to the patio, where a suave Carter served coffee and biscuits before Samantha’s helpers left to prepare the food. John left with them. Once the door closed behind them the butler melted into a more familiar figure.
“Okay Kreacher, where’re all the plates coming from?” Harry asked.
“Kreacher talked to Professor Headmistress McGonagall, Master, and she lent some from Hogwarts”
Kreacher clicked his fingers and the crockery, glassware and cutlery appeared, all set out and in order.
“Well done Kreacher anything else?”
“Hogwarts kitchens are on standby, once we’ve seen what the muggles bring then, if necessary, we can augment their dishes. If there are muggles watching us the food will appear on plates in the kitchen and I’ll put them on the tables.”
“And when there aren’t any muggles looking you’ll do it the other way. Well thought out.”
“Thank you Master.”
~~~ WOODYATES ~~~
Draco became aware of screams both lusty and painful as he drew out his coma. Then he realised they were echoes of his own very recent nightmare.
“Stand against the wall, arms outstretched.”
Part of Draco wanted to rebel, but the lascivious part of him eagerly looked forward to another bout of ‘Expecto Spermatozoa’. Three delectable muggle young men were brought in an attached to the opposite wall. Draco supposed they were subject to ‘Langlock’ as they appeared unable to speak. This time there were extra masked tormentors in the cell. Each had a handful of muggle prick and were ensuring their fullest extensions. Each time one young man neared his fruition they would stop and watch them jiggle in impotence as he tried to reach fulfilment.
“Now let us show you what happens if you disobey us.” Draco thought he recognised the man’s voice. “Engorgio Penis!”
Draco’s dong stuck out proud and shiny. ‘Graucus’ Draco remembered.
“Engorgio Penis!” The hex struck again. Draco expanded to eighteen inches long with a commensurate girth.
“Expecto Spermatozoa.”
What seemed to be ten minutes elapsed before a tennis-ball sized chunk of spunk shot out and covered the three young muggles in slime.
Draco sagged in his bindings.
“Enervate: Expecto Spermatozoa!” came from Graucus
Draco’s scream brought chips of stone down from the ceiling and he thoroughly plastered the other three captives with his seed. He passed out.
Had Draco remained conscious he would have seen the other jailers dismissed by an ugly female in a gaudy gown and the Langlock lifted. Once she was alone she locked the door and went up to the red haired youth, whispering in his ear. Whatever she said it obtained the desired reaction and the young man’s penis began to stiffen. She watched apparently mesmerised by the empurpling erection. Then she pounced, grabbing the knob and inserting it into a hot narrow necked bottle. The young man screamed and blubbered as the bottle cooled and sucked his hard-on inside.
“That’s what I’ll do to you, Harry, later tonight,” she cackled, pulling on the bottle and suddenly releasing it.
The mousy haired young man was next and was subject to the same cajoling whispers. He went hard and she stroked the pink intumescence with a pink feather. The young man’s balls rose into firing position and she shoved something cone-shaped into his glans-eye. As before the young man screamed as his urethral walls were expanded.
“You’ll only cum when I let you, dear Harry and that won’t be tonight,” she crowed in malicious delight as the young man blubbered in fright.
The dark haired young man received the same treatment until he was hard and needy. The hag tied his balls up in much the same way Prune-face had enwrapped Draco’s jewels. However, this time she used sticking plaster.
“You’ll stay hard for me all day and every day, my darling Harry, once I get my hands on you.” The chuckle she gave was neither humorous nor lascivious. The three boys shivered in fright when they heard it. They started weeping and pleading and the hag enjoyed their plight. Occasionally playing with their cocks if they started to flag.
“Well if it isn’t Drakie!” The rubber-lipped witch came over to the comatose blond. She played with his dong with great zeal and, despite being unconscious he rewarded her hard work with a groan and a wad of spunk.
“You’ll be my desert, Drakie, once Harry has satisfied me. Some more Engorgio will make you almost as big as one of those horses; and I did so love their attentions.”
Later that day; when Draco came-round his dong was still enlarged, his body was sore from being whipped, but the three youngsters had gone.
~~~ CHANTRY COTTAGE ~~~
Just before lunch Ronald flooed in from the shop saying that Diagon Alley was almost empty.
Recreation held sway after lunch and at teatime Ronald and Blaise held a logistics conference. The magical people went off to prepare, and the muggle refreshments began to arrive. Harry watched his butler at work. A small plate of sandwiches would arrive, one would disappear and a few moments later the plate was fuller. Mr Foley had had a chat with Carter, and two of his gang volunteered to man the bar. Winky had made two large barrels full of Butterbeer, and one of special cider. There was also an underage bar with all kinds of exciting coloured drinks, two of Samantha’s helpers had been volunteered to supervise that.
Just after tea the covers went on the swimming pool, and, when no muggle was in the vicinity, a small stage appeared at the far end.
Justin had been busy with various broomsticks; he hadn’t transfigured them, merely put a glamour on them so that the muggles saw them as bicycles. The patrols rode out, staying close to the ground and occasionally pretending to pedal whenever anyone was looking. Mr Foley’s pickup ferried the wheelchair people in, and then went to collect other housebound people. The couple and their invalid dad were happy that he watched and drooled for a bit, saying that they would move him into Harry’s study if things got too much for him.
The guests were all gathered without any magical incident and at just before seven thirty an expectant hush settled on the crowd.
A small robed procession was coming up the lane, flanked by some more friendly pseudo-cyclists. Father John was in full regalia and accompanied by most of his choir and servers. Once the small procession had come to a halt outside the door, Harry stepped out into the lane and bowed to John.
“Worshipful Father of Souls, I, Harry James Potter, bid you welcome in friendship and in peace.”
“Venerable Mage, I, John Terence Green, greet you in the love of the Lord Jesus.”
“Worshipful Father, please grant me a boon, and bless my humble abode?”
“Venerable Mage, I will do so most willingly.”
Harry stood to one side whilst John said a brief prayer and shook holy water on to the doorstep. “May all who enter come in peace.”
“Those who come in peace will be received in peace.”
Harry opened the door for John to enter. Before the procession came in Harry was censed. He was glad he had seen John being censed at the altar during service. He managed to return the thurifer’s bow solemnly before being censed and then standing aside for the robed procession to enter.
John managed to whisper as he passed Harry, “Those three are missing, still.”
“I’ll send out some patrols to look for them specially,” was the sotto voce reply.
Harry managed to warn Blaise of the missing three so he went off to organise a search party.
Each area and room in the house was blessed, sprinkled and censed with an appropriate section of a psalm. The short service ending up with the hymn ‘Bless this House’ sung on the patio, with most of the congregation in the marquee.
Service over, Harry stood: “Welcome Father John and friends. Thank you for turning out for the blessing of my house. To prove how peaceable we intend our relationships to be, we have a repast and entertainment for you. Feel free to take your ease and enjoy yourselves.” Harry offered John a glass of Butterbeer and once he had drunk from it everyone started chattering at once. The band started playing and quite a few couples wandered into the pool-tent, to start dancing on the slightly springy floor.
~~~ UNWELCOME VISITORS ~~~
At least an hour into the proceedings Blaise took Harry aside. “We can’t find the trio, I’ve had to withdraw the search parties as we have those other visitors coming and we need to be in position to receive them.”
Hermione detached herself and started to darken the wards imperceptibly. This had two effects. The celebrators thought an early sunset was upon them, and, of course, compensatory fairy-lights went on all over the cottage and garden. The second effect was to slowly obscure what was going on inside from any curious onlookers outside, substituting a vision of trees moving in the breeze. The salient features of the cottage remained apparent, however.
There was a knock on the door. Harry already guessed it was Graucus, so, gripping his wand, he went to answer the door. A wash of party noise flowed out and at the same time some of his other friends ushered the muggles downstairs and into the hollow, where the Weasley brothers had set up their firework display.
“Mr Potter, how nice to see you, I am sure a certain seigniorial friend of mine will be very interested in your whereabouts. We visited around the parish, but all was quiet. You have some sort of celebration going on, I hear. May we come in?”
“I take it you can show me your invitation, since this is a private party after all.”
“I’m afraid we seem to have left them behind.”
“Oh what a pity, maybe you can return and find them?”
“I’m afraid not. However, we do have something that might persuade you to change your mind about letting us in.”
Graucus clicked his fingers. Three of his henchmen appeared holding three naked and very aroused older choirboys, of much the same age as Harry. Harry felt almost sure that two of the captors were the pair who had been guarding Malfoy on Thursday, Graucus turned and clicked is fingers again and the choirboys were released; they started to buck and grind in the lewdest manner. Harry heard a gasp behind him; John stared out at his three charges’ antics in horror. Their appendages all appeared to have been enlarged and had something attached to them.
“Stay behind me, whatever happens, John. If you go out there they will have you stripped and doing the same thing. Herms, restrain John lightly, please.” All this Harry said as quietly as possible.
“I see you have the Holy Father with you … Reverend Sir, see how your flock misbehave when you are no longer there to supervise their morals,” Graucus sneered.
The floor show grew in intensity and the red head walked up to Graucus waggling his hips. Graucus’s hand grabbed the youngsters cock and started to peel the sticking plaster off in jerks. Harry could see that his pubic hairs were being pulled out at the same time. Despite the pain registering on the young man’s face he acted as if he were enjoying the stimulation.
“Specky, we need five more minutes,” whispered Blaise.
“So that’s one of the tricks you can make them do Graucus. What about the other two?” Harry asked.
“I’ll show you them in a minute, just watch this.”
Graucus jerked the remaining plaster away, grabbed the raw cock and started to pump it. The young man was near the boil and soon took up a coming stance. The spunk when it came out was red, having the appearance of blood; however, Harry sensed that it was a misused transfiguration charm. John did not, however, and started to cry. Hermione gently, but firmly, removed him, taking him up to her bedroom and giving him a soothing potion, trying to explain about colour change charms.
The next young man had something stuck inside his prick. With the help of another satrap the youth with the bottled penis was impaled on the last young man’s over-engorged penis immediately after the cone was removed. There was no need for lubrication because of the released gusher of spunk. Graucus pulled on the bottle whilst the two young men acted out pain and lust, rolling their eyes and performing vulgarly. Eventually the young man in the rear curled round the other one; pulling the bottle off. That young man screamed as his prick was pulled taut by the suction before a splashing release and then bloody spunk was dribbling out of both of the upright boy’s apertures.
“Are these substitute invitations enough, or do you want a further demonstration?”
Harry remained silent, hoping he looked impassive, and wishing Blaise could speed up his deployment.
Graucus clicked his fingers again. Three ropes uncoiled themselves and hung suspended from something that Harry couldn’t see. The young men were still hard, conscious and gyrating bawdily. A loop in the end of each rope was fastened tightly behind each young man’s balls and his legs were kicked from under him, leaving him with his back to the ground. Very gradually the tension on the ropes grew. Slowly the young men’s bottoms rose off the ground to relieve the pulling pain. Their agonised yells started to pierce the night as their bodies arched ever higher and higher.
“Ready.” Whispered Blaise.
Harry heaved a sigh of relief: “You have taken things too far Graucus, release them.”
“Or what? I have twenty satraps against you and a couple of young wizard friends. The odds are in our favour. Open up!”
Graucus drew his wand, but Harry was faster in casting an Incendio at one of the ropes, and then a reflecting charm, giving Graucus his own Incarcerous back. Graucus fell to the ground struggling and looking extremely surprised. Simultaneously, two further fire hexes had severed the other ropes and both firework displays got under way. Whoever was keeping the Imperio on the three boys was distracted and they were released and crawled out of the way, disappearing from Harry’s vision. Some of the satraps tried Incendio spells on the reflecting wards and found themselves on fire, others had tried Graucus’s spell and were struggling bound on the floor. Then the troops rode in on their broomsticks; silencing the bound ones, ignoring the burning ones and engaging the survivors. It was a savage fight and quite a few defenders had burns and cuts to prove it. In the end, Graucus and his squad, wands forfeited and reduced in numbers by one third were herded into the empty village square under guard. Blaise flooed the Aurors and told them what had happened.
Harry hoped no one had escaped to tell the Seignior.
Hermione and a lightly sedated John helped to put salves on burns until Poppy could come on her rounds. Blaise sent out a search party for the boys, but it was soon recalled.
~~~ FOUND ~~~
Justin had been leading his party to use the secret tunnel’s exit. As he came out he found the three boys huddled naked, covered in gore, sore and hiding, weeping in one of the recesses. It took a lot of gentle persuasion for them to trust their rescuers enough, and for them to accept a covering and some warm soup. It took more coaxing to get them through the passage. They seemed to be more afraid of the female rescuers than the men, but not by very much. John was overjoyed to see them when they came into the makeshift hospital.
“Oh Father. We didn’t go anywhere near that farm, honest we didn’t,” one shaking boy babbled rapidly; “Then these men came and they promised us all kinds of delights. We got separated, and they bound us and disappeared. An ugly old gammer appeared and stripped us, and played with us and we got hot …”
“… We didn’t go there, but we got there somehow, and this man Alec something made us dance naked, and he interfered with us and some of his mates did too and we got hot again …” This young man shouted wildly.
“… There was a woman with funny eyes, once we saw them we couldn’t pull away:” The third young man screamed hysterically, “She told us that Mr Potter and his friends were the enemy and we had to destroy them, she said you did nasty things to the children and you’d do them to us. We tried not to believe her, but she was so very persuasive …”
“… Boys, boys. You are safe and with friends, the nasty people are dead or in custody. We know you tried to resist, but some grownups are still too strong for you.”
There was a little more of the same conversation, but after more hysterical shouting and foul curses the boys seemed to withdraw into themselves and take no further part. Harry recognised this kind of behaviour as curse-withdrawal symptoms. He had recently been mugging up on the aftercare of curse victims as part of his Magi-medic course.
Meanwhile the party downstairs went on unabated and unknowing, enjoying the fireworks in the shrubbery, and the dancing, and the food, and the company. Outside a couple of Aurors arrived and took the remaining satraps into custody, arranging with Harry to take depositions after church on Sunday. Poppy arrived, using the attached bathroom as a clinic, she saw each injured person individually. John was most surprised to see burns gone and cuts but a faint scar, as former patients came out whole.
The three boys were last in and Poppy saw them together. After many minutes she reappeared: “They need special attention, Father; they’ve been ensorcelled and I am unable to undo that here. It would be best if they were to come with me for a couple of days and stay in one of our private wards. However, they are muggles.”
“How long do they require?” John asked.
“Three days at the most.”
“Right! Take them. I’ll tell the parents it was a fireworks accident and they’re in a special sterile unit having their injuries seen to. No visitors for a couple of days.”
Ernie and Lavender, who were also taking the magi-medic course, went with Poppy and the three boys; they were charmed and side-along apparated for travel and taken into a side ward in Hogwarts.
John took the parents aside and explained what had happened. As they trusted him they accepted his story; he also told them that he would advise them when the boys could be visited. A party of Harry’s friends cleared the charred cadavers away, creating a fireworks smell where the ‘boys’ incident was supposed to have taken place, thus adding authenticity to John’s fabrication. However, most of the revellers continued merrymaking; totally unaware of the fracas that had taken place.
~~~ WOODYATES ~~~
Draco came out of a tortured slumber to find an eerie silence – the only sound being of the flickering torch in his cell. He listened for what seemed like an hour, but there were no other sounds. He heaved a sigh of relief that he was no longer fettered and found less painful position to lie in before invoking potions lists and dropping into a doze.
~~~ CHANTRY COTTAGE ~~~
At the end of the evening; thanking their brave-faced host for a marvellous time, the partygoers returned home unmindful of the tragedy of the attack.
As soon as the last guest had gone Harry ran up to his room, distraught.
Dean quickly found Seamus and went up to see Harry.
“I had to wait or get my friends killed,” Harry wailed: “I had to watch while he tortured those young men. I’m sure he knew it might arouse me sexually. Worst still; it did.”
Dean and Seamus hugged a sobbing Harry and made supportive noises for nearly half of the night.
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