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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}]
~~~ OF DADS AND SONS ~~~ 18/08/98
Having used the cabinet to Number Twelve, the new lovers apparated to the Leaky Cauldron and Harry tapped the bricks to open the way into Diagon Alley. They were soon sitting outside Fiorello Fortescues sipping coffee.
“This is much better!” Draco remarked: “More like it used to be.”
“Um … I agree, but we’d better get on with the business we came here to enact.”
“Slave-driver!” Draco smiled at Harry’s uncertain look: “Okay I agree. Gringotts first?”
“Yes, I think we should.”
After finishing their drink, they rose and walked down the alley, receiving quite a few startled looks. Harry had already evolved a no-nonsense look, which helped to scare off would be back-slappers. Draco adopted one of his Malfoy sneers which had much the same effect.
Harry found Griphook at the desk. “Hi Griphook, I see you’ve been promoted.”
“Hello Harry, yes. That old goblin’s been retired; he refused to open an elf-account for one of your friends."
“Draco’s my present amour, it’s easier being linked to one mage, and the magic also approves. Dean and Seamus will occasionally come with me because they’re now acting as my agents at Godric’s Hollow. Also, we are likely to be looking after three muggle boys in the future so some arrangement for giving them cash would be advisable.”
“They will have to be vouched for in private. Why not set up a muggle transfer account for them? With monthly payments, or the equivalent.”
“I didn’t know we could do that. Can we do it for house-elves too? Kreacher likes to buy local produce whenever he can.”
“Yes I think so, being recognised class one magical being under the new charter; that should make things much easier. I could get the papers together in a couple of days’ time, if you like. I think you should call me Gallus, you know. Being called by my surname smacks of being unfriendly, and I already use yours, don’t I?”
“Okay Gallus, don’t forget that you promised to visit me at Godric’s Hollow and bring the wife and youngsters. Why not come down and bring the papers with you?”
Draco watched the transaction with an open mouth.
“Of the old blood I see.” Gallus extended a hand to Draco, ignoring Harry’s invitation. “It’s just as bad for us too. We’ve grumbled about not being equal, and now we legally are, we’re not sure how to deal with it. Did you know that my son has been accepted into Hogwarts? He’s real keen on potions, like most of his friends are. I think the acceptance count is about twenty at the moment.”
Draco’s jaw dropped even further, but he held out his hand nevertheless. “Hmm … Well … It looks as though I’ll be his Potions Tutor then, Minerva’s offered me the job recently and I’ve accepted.”
“Don’t take any lip from him, clout him if he starts messing around, I do.”
“I think I’ll just threaten to tell his father; Tutors and Professors have to abide by certain rules you know.”
“Snape used to clout them with a book, so I’ve heard.”
“Yes … Well … We’re trying not to be like Snape was, thank you. I was supposed to be his favourite, but I was as scared of him as anyone else, ask Harry.”
“Talking about scared; my supervisor’s beginning to scowl at me. Come gentlemen let me show you to your vaults. Key’s please?”
Draco’s vault was first, his pile was quite small, but he asked where the extra had come from. It was explained that the Ministry had transferred his first term’s payment in advance, so Draco drew some gold out. The Slyth was overawed by Harry’s pile remarking, as the Gryff took a large bagful out, that it looked more like the Malfoy millions used to. Almost at the same time the same amount as the bagful cascaded out of the roof. Gallus explained that it was his monthly interest accruing, pleading not to have to dance the degrading jingle again.
“I’m quite surprised, Harry; you are as filthy rich as you suggested,” said Draco in awed terms, as they waited for a cart to ride back to the surface.
“So you’ll accept the gift I’m going to give you, then? If your dad could afford give you the best broom on the market, you realise that I can too.”
“My dad? I’ve never dared to be so familiar with him, ever. He was cold and austere and punished me harshly for the slightest misdemeanour, as you know. Calling him dad would imply loving him. Now I’ve experienced some proper comradely love I realise how very afraid I was of him. I regarded him as a money bank, to be tricked out of all I could get, and that wasn’t often, as you know.”
“What about other pure-blood fathers?”
“Some of those who had money spoiled their children, like that wimp Theo. He was forever flashing his money around … Got everything … Broke everything … Simpered at Mum and got it replaced. At least my father taught me the value of things; even if he was supra stingy at home.”
“What about Daphne’s parents? She seemed level headed.”
“Hmm … Yes … That’s one of the families my father’s careful of. I think he did one of his dastardly tricks on them, though I’m not sure what. We got on alright at school, despite them being anti-Voldemort. She and her Sister Astoria got fixed allowances plus bonuses for good schoolwork and behaviour. Pity Daphne got killed in the battle, I quite liked her.”
“Yes, I know … Lots of our friends were killed … it still haunts me.”
It was Gallus’s turn to be flabbergasted. “Erm … Draco … please can I call you that?”
“Yes, of course. Any friend of Harry’s is a friend of mine, although I’m still getting used to it.” Draco looked at Gallus enquiringly.
“Well … I’ve just seen me from my son’s point of view … Erm … I think I’d better do something about it, before it’s too late. No wonder he looked uncomfortable when I hugged him during the celebrations after Voldemort’s defeat.”
“Don’t just give him everything he asks for either, Gallus. Make sure some of it is a reward for an achievement; let him be able to sob in your arms when something goes wrong and help him put things right. The Greengrass girls could. It never happened to me and I was an obnoxious prick until Harry rescued me.”
“So why did I turn out able to love, my uncle and aunt were equally distant and harsh?”
“Probably because of your mother’s love charm, Harry; coupled to the fact that you found some caring mates in Hermione and Ron, plus all your Gryffindor supporters. My lot were always sniping at each other.”
“Thanks for the advice you two. I can see some interesting times ahead. You wizards are much more complicated than we thought, nicely though, mind you. This integration business has many hidden traps, and I can see that our side will have to try harder too, not just play the poor downtrodden goblin bit. Ah well, we’d better get back, I still have an unforgiving supervisor to satisfy. This way gentlemen, please?”
They went up again at breakneck speed. On leaving, Gallus promised Harry that he would owl him about the standing orders and transfer position, ducking out of the question about visits.
Harry’s and Draco’s next port of call was Quality Quidditch Supplies. A furious argument took place as Harry wanted Draco to have a Firebolt like his own, but Draco thought it too expensive and opted for the new Nimbus two-thousand and two, which was supposed to be the equal of the Firebolt, but much less costly. In the end Harry got his way by arguing that he was paying for it. Draco grumped a bit, but was secretly pleased that Harry had insisted.
Madam Malkin had their gowns ready, so it was just a matter of paying for them. Harry suggested he pay for both purchases, and another argument ensued. Once Harry felt that Draco had regained his ruffled aplomb about the broomstick Harry gave in and allowed his mate to pay; secretly smiling to himself.
They paid a call on Ollivander to check that Draco’s hawthorn wand would still work for him properly after Harry had owned it. They found the wand-maker fitting a young goblin out with his first wand, watched by a glowing mother. Harry recognised her from a photograph he had been shown.
“Hello Mrs Griphook, I’m Harry Potter, I’ve just been talking to Gallus at Gringotts. This is my partner Draco Malfoy.”
“Oh! Pleased to meet you, you’re to be Ganymede’s new DADA Professor, aren’t you?”
They shook hands.
“Are you interested in Potions, young man?” asked Draco.
“Oh yes Sir. The Headmistress says we have someone special to be our tutor.” Young Ganymede was wide eyed and breathless: “Someone who was very special to Professor Snape before he was killed by that terrible wizard.”
Draco preened. “Well young man, you’re shaking his hand.”
“Oh really? Will you sign my volume of ‘Potions for the Beginner’, please?” Ganymede looked into his new cauldron and drew out the said book, looking hopefully at Draco.
Draco duly signed the flyleaf, smiling as he did. When he looked at Harry there was a tear in his eye.
“Oh Marvellous!” Ganymede tugged his mother’s sleeve. “Look we’ve got a Malfoy teaching us, isn’t that great. I can’t wait to tell my friends. We were wondering who it would be. Thank you Professor, when’s our first lesson, please?”
“I think you should wait until you get to Hogwarts and are sorted, don’t you?” Harry stepped in for Draco, who was overcome and speechless.
“Yes Professor Potter, Sir. I’m looking forward to your lessons too. Were you both in the same house?”
“No! I’m from Gryffindor and Professor Malfoy’s from Slytherin.”
Young Ganymede’s face fell. “Oh dear, I don’t know which one to choose.”
“Why not leave it to the sorting hat. We both had very specific reasons to go into the houses we did, but many others allowed the hat to sort them. It’ll smell burnt when you put it on. Voldemort tried to kill a friend of ours by burning it on his head. Happily, for both of them, he didn’t succeed.”
“You’re talking about Sir Neville and the Sword of Gryffindor, aren’t you? Will he be there too?” Ganymede was jumping up and down with excitement.
Draco had recovered enough. “He was with us yesterday and said he would be at school when it opens.”
“Did he really chop up that magic snake with the sword?”
“Yes Master Ganymede, we both saw it quite plainly,” Draco averred.
“Ooh! Wicked! C’mon Mum I can’t wait to tell Probert and Selwyn.”
“Perhaps you ought to let your wand choose you first,” suggested Ollivander, smiling from behind the counter. “Or else you won’t do very well in Professor Potter’s class, will you?”
Ganymede looked at Harry and blushed. “Sorry Professor.”
Harry smiled and winked at him, then directed his amused gaze towards Ollivander.
The choosing was not as dramatic as Harry’s had been, but there were a few boxes flying about. Whilst Draco was watching Ganymede and Ollivander sorting out wands Harry turned to Mrs Griphook.
“I’m trying to persuade your husband to come and visit, but he seems reluctant. Could you help?”
“He dithers a lot, you know, not that you’d think it from looking at him. How about we set a date and I’ll make sure he comes.”
“Wednesday or Thursday this week perhaps or sometime the week after, as soon as Gallus gets off work? Maybe you could come earlier with your children. They could have a splash around in the pool, and he could join us later.”
“I’m looking after Ganymede’s two friends on the Monday, a week before they board the train, whilst their mothers take all the other little ones to the clinic. I was wondering what to do with them; could we impose d’you think?”
“Why not; we might just try to get them flying as well. It won’t hurt if they fall off into the pool will it?”
“Are you quite sure, Mr Potter?”
“I think you should call me Harry, don’t you?”
“Well … All right … I’m Gertrude, but everyone calls me Gertie. Say about two o’clock, if that’s all right, I’ll have fed the three ever-empty stomachs by then.”
Harry told Gertrude about Toppers Wallow, lending her five medallions to enable her to come direct to the apparating area. Ganymede had a yew wand in his hand with its sliver of dragon tongue core, so they admired it before a proud mum and a chuffed son left the shop. Draco demonstrated his wand to Ollivander who made some adjustment charms and checked Harry’s wand’s repair at the same time. Both wands passed muster.
~~~ SHOPS AND FLATS ~~~
Ollivander closed the shop for lunch, inviting Harry and Draco to join him. When they arrived in the joint flat Percy was there, putting on the kettle and finding the bread and various cheeses for the repast.
“Oh Hello Harry, Malfoy; are you both staying for lunch? The first course is very plain but Fiorello will bring something up to enliven the sweet. I’ll ask him to bring up two extra portions.”
Percy picked up one of the speaking tubes, removed the whistle and blew down it before holding it to his ear. A short conversation followed with Percy transferring the cup end from ear to mouth and back again. Having finished, he re-plugged the whistle. Harry was intrigued by the contraption, so Draco told him that the Manor owned a small array of them.
“They’re good over shortish distances,” he explained. The whistle alerts the recipient and he replies, that’s why Percy held the end to his ear. He talks to it whilst Fiorello listens, then listens whilst Fiorello talks. It works okay, as long as you remember to put the whistle back after the end of the conversation. My father used to get furious with Mother because, when she wanted not to be disturbed, she would unplug all the whistles in her room. I got thrashed if I did it, most days that was my prliminary alarm call.”
George was next to appear. “Hello Harry. Draco, how nice to see you, you’re keeping our boy-wonder sweet I hope?”
Harry bristled and Draco giggled.
“I heard about the green man episode from Ron, you both have my admiration for prancing around semi-naked in public like that.”
Fiorello Fortescue had arrived whilst George was talking, so a red faced Harry had to explain to Fiorello and Ollivander what had happened. Draco was no help at all, as he kept on giggling in embarrassment.
After the meal George took them downstairs to his basement workshop where he prepared to demonstrate the model Harry had ordered.
“Hang on a minute,” Harry asked, “I need to tell the ministry what we’re about to do, so they don’t get and funny ideas about the Seignior attacking the Alley.”
Flooing over, they conducted the experiment trying all levels of Imperio curses on the model. George also explained that it reacted to many other curses that were not on the embargo list. Just over two hours were spent trying hexes and charms out, before Harry flooed the Ministry to say the tests were complete and reasonably satisfactory. He asked George for a few minor adjustments and then offered to pay for it. A similar argument occurred as had with Richard about the meals, Draco acted as go between and eventually a cost price was agreed upon.
Percy took them upstairs again, this time into a small flat roof with a fringe of window boxes.
“We call this our garden. It’s really an apparating area for galleon holders only,” he explained. “Just like the one at Toppers Wallow. We call it Don Galley and, if you can imagine the small basement yard outside Grimmauld Place’s back door there’s an equivalent one there too. It’s called Cold Grimy.”
“You mean that sunken yard full of rubbish?”
“Yes! Kreacher had it cleared up before he left, and keeps on popping back to make sure the other pair keep the whole house shipshape too. Mind you, Winky helps a lot as well. See you next Sunday.” Percy closed the door.
Harry and Draco apparated to Cold Grimy.
~~~ GRIMMAULD PLACE ~~~
Opening the kitchen door they were greeted: “Hello Masters, ready for tea and cherry cake.”
“Kreacher, you told me you wanted a proper house when you came to Chantry Cottage. What are you doing here?”
“Oh dear, Master’s cross with me, I’ll put my hands in the mangle, shall I?”
“Oh no you won’t. Add that to the list of things you mustn’t do to yourself.” Then Harry saw Kreacher grinning at him. “You’re getting just as cheeky as Gallus is. That’s what comes of letting other beings have equality.”
“I think Master is being just as facetious as I was. Least I hope he was? Or maybe Master Draco’s been infecting you with pure-blood ideas.”
Draco looked askance, then realised the joke. “I’ll not have these lesser beings talking to the Defeater of Voldemort like that. Leg irons and branding will cool his ardour.”
“Yes Master Draco, how hot and how big?” Kreacher appeared to be trembling, but then he winked at Harry, who burst out laughing.
Kingsley came through the door and found three magical beings rolling around in laughter. “Oh! Harry, Draco, what a surprise. Congratulations on your appointments professors. Care to share the joke?”
Once the giggling was under control Harry explained about the escapade with Gallus’s predecessor and the long list of don’ts that Kreacher was amassing. Meanwhile Kreacher served tea, telling them that Washington’s mother had given Winky the recipe for cherry cake.
“That reminds me, Harry and Kreacher, I have a favour to ask of you both. I think I’d better include you in this too Draco, seeing as you have made it up with Harry. I’ve come across a couple of young house-elves who’ve been disowned by their owner’s and families alike. Erm … This is a bit delicate.” Kingsley stalled looking abashed.
“Could it be two gay house-elves by any chance?” enquired Draco.
“Yes; exactly. They need two owners who understand, and a couple of liberal minded senior house-elves to foster them.”
“So you thought of Harry’s peculiar household immediately. Did you?” Draco was half serious and half joking.
Kingsley eyed him carefully, half smiling. “It was Poppy; actually, she’s had them in the elf ward at Hogwarts, as they were in a pretty bad state when we found them. She says you worked wonders with the three muggles.”
“By having sex with them Kingsley, that’s how we healed Draco too.”
Kreacher burst out laughing. “Oh … Masters … Oh … they’d … have … to ride … yours … like a muggle … on horseback.”
Draco saw the funny side immediately, leading Harry into fits of laughter also. Then it dawned on Kingsley what they were laughing about, firstly he looked shocked before joining in the mirth.
Harry recovered first. “Okay Kingsley we’ll try, though not as Kreacher suggests. I take it they’re enamoured of each other?”
“Yes Harry.” Kingsley was still smiling, “they’re called Phealey and Pullet.”
The company burst out laughing again.
“Go on Kingsley, you’re having us on.” Draco giggled.
“Sorry, but I’m not. We think Phealey was supposed to be fealty, heaven knows where Pullet came from, unless it was because that his ex-family rears hens.”
“Perhaps we could change their names?”
“Oh no, Master Harry. Once we’ve been named we cannot change them. If we could, don’t you think I’d like to have been called anything but Kreacher? Winky and I are too old to have elfins; it would be nice to know that our masters will be looked after properly when we go.”
“Okay Kreacher, you’ll get my vote. What about you Draco?”
“Why not, but I think we ought to ask Winky first.”
Pop: “Ask me what Master Draco? Did you like the cherry cake?”
“Yes thanks Winky, it was delicious.” Draco went on to explain about the two elfins.
Winky went into hysterics about the apt names too, but agreed with the rest of them about the teen-elves’ adoption.
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