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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}]
(Prurient torture and a semi ogaistic end)
~~~ GODFATHERS ~~~
It was Monday morning the 28th; Draco and Harry put their notes in order ready for the first two periods when they would become students again. Hermione, Justin and Blaise joined them. Augusta could see the group’s strained looks as she came into the Green Ladies Room.
“Firstly, let me say that your assignments were good. I liked the way Hermione ordered her paragraphs. Blaise’s emphasis on practical demonstrations would engage most students’ attentions. Justin’s illustrations and Harry’s charts were excellent; Draco’s cogent lines of thinking led me on to understanding the conclusion easily. However, each of you can learn something from the others. For instance: Draco’s cogency would help Harry’s charts and Hermione’s paragraphing. Harry’s charts would give Blaise a more coherent direction. Both Draco and Hermione tend to dwell in the realms of contemplation and could do with a dose of Blaise’s practicality. So what we are going to do is see if we can combine your assignments into a complete work … Now … Let me see … Harry we’ll start with yours, shall we? … … … … …”
They were about a third of the way through when coffee break loomed. After that Augusta sat quietly at the back of one lesson each. Somehow neither Draco, Harry nor the others felt too intimidated. Their next session with Gran would be on Tuesday.
Harry had a study period after tea and Anthony came to see him with one or two of the DA Members. “Harry, would it be possible to have a common room for the DA Members? At the moment we divide into our house common rooms, but we’d rather be all together. Especially as we want to support Tracey and co, who are having a hard time in the Slytherin rooms.”
“Most of you will leave at Christmas or Easter, is there any real need?”
“Don’t forget that there are some seventh-years like Ginny, Dennis and Luna, also some of us are staying on to do post graduate stuff. Not many, I grant you. Some of the members want to add to the group, voting in the most promising present seventh years and the outstanding sixth-years. After all, the Seignior’s still a threat and it’s a good training ground for would be members of the Order; isn’t it?”
“You have a point, let me think it over. I’ll let you know at the weekend; okay?”
“Yes thanks. Blaise says he has four Slytherin prospects in mind; he calls them the smiling ones.”
“Oh I see, I know who he means, I think. Now let me get on with my studies please.”
“Right Harry, thanks for listening.” The delegation departed.
~~~ TUESDAY 29^th ~~~
Their Augusta session continued the work and by the end had another third completed.
During the day Harry was observing his students as they wrote notes about the lesson they had just participated in. In his dream state he wondered what Draco was doing. Suddenly he was looking out of Draco’s eyes seeing his students making potions. It was one of the eighth-year sessions. The potion was familiar because Draco had shown him how to make it the week before. He shared Draco’s frustration as Neville blew himself up, yet again. Then Harry realised that there wasn’t going to be a scene; because Draco used the incident to recapitulate the lesson, with Neville helping him. Net result was that Neville got it right the second time, and the rest of Draco’s students were now a hundred percent sure of that particular potion.
That night he mentioned it to Draco, thanking him for being so patient with Neville.
“No point in getting nasty with him, it only makes him worse. I’ve found that a little TLC with him goes a long way. I’ve been dream-joining you in your lessons too, Love; seeing your students through your eyes. I even shouted out a warning when Lilac Silvestro set George Sefolosha on fire. It amused my class no end.”
~~~ MENTAL COMMUNICATION ~~~
Over the next couple of days, as well as attending more of their course, the pair practiced communicating and at the same time Harry thought about the DADA common room proposition discussing it in person with Draco, Hamish, Hermione and finally with Minerva.
“There have always been student societies within the Hogwarts, quite often built by or around a personality or member of staff. You already have the society; all you need is the meeting place. That can easily be arranged, it could even be the Green Ladies Room.” Minerva replied to Harry’s query.
“Yes but, I want it to be as open as possible, not like the Slug Club, which was held in order to become cachet of influence.”
“Nonsense Harry! The DA already has that cachet. A society is not worth belonging to unless it makes the member feel special. Look at a Quidditch team, or the new wizard chess club just starting up. You already said there were people wishing to join and that the members had voted new ones in. I belonged to a couple of societies when I was a student. House rivalries are useful in some ways, but we need to see how different outlooks can work together for the general well-being. In three or four years’ time you’ll be voting in you first goblin and elfin members, you mark my words.”
“Yes everyone says that. Then why do I feel uneasy about it?”
“I think you’re worried about it turning into a Harry Potter appreciation society. In one way it already is; yet you listen to their ideas and act upon them. Remember Harry, they value and care about you because you equally value and care about them. Set up democratic ways of decision making, as you did with accepting your first Slytherin members. Also, you ought to ensure that a large minority cannot be easily overruled so as to keep reasonable equity.”
“Um, yes I see. Thanks Minerva. I’ll give it a go. The Green Ladies Room would be suitable and it means that the members could easily use the cabinets, too. May I use that please?”
That’s now included in your area Professor; you do with it what you want. Nevertheless, I’m glad you confided in me beforehand. Why not use your little group as an inner cabinet? Say – plus Hermione?”
“Um, thanks again, Minerva. Yes, I will.”
Harry shared this discussion with Draco that evening, mostly by thought transference whilst they were marking essays, and received his lover’s full support. The result was that, in the evening of the next Saturday, the Dumbledore Society was formed accepting Harry’s idea [transferred from Minerva] for the inner cabinet with Harry as Chair, Draco as Vice Chair, Hermione as Secretary and Justin as Treasurer. The first meeting charged their cabinet with setting out the basic qualifications for membership.
~~~ EXTRAS ~~~
That week the Duelling Club went well and the four smiling Slytherins worked hard at their extra lessons, as did Harry under Draco’s potions tuition. Draco and Harry had added Phealey and Pullet to all their group tutorials as well. Augusta sat in with both of those sessions. This time she was proactive, asking questions of the Tutor, and getting them to adopt another way of explaining the tasks.
After his session Mordant came over to Harry: “That second time you described the Amorphous hex, I understood it. Your first explanation left me puzzled. Thanks a lot. I think I’ve got the hang of it now.”
~~~ THURSDAY 1^st ~~~
This day had the group finishing off the final revision of the combined assignment and Augusta setting them the next task. This would entail both bookwork and a practical demonstration. She encouraged them to work together on this one, saying that they had to have parallel lines of thought and action. She used the Harry / Mordant situation to explain what she meant. Saying that if one line of explanation did not seem to engage their students maybe one of the parallel lines would.
After Dinner, Probert and Selwyn came to see Harry, they looked worried.
“Professor, Ganymede has disappeared. We’ve looked everywhere for him.”
“Tell me where you’ve looked?”
The two young goblins recited a long list of places, and Harry agreed that they had been quite thorough in their search. Draco became involved as did the group and Hamish. Together they went to see Minerva who organised a search party, confining the students to their common rooms under charge of the prefects.
“Have you been bonded yet?” asked Hamish, of the two worried goblins.
“No Professor, but we’ve matured enough now to make it possible.”
“Bonding?” enquired Draco.
“Yes. Do you remember me calling up Porlock and Tarmindale when we fought the Seignior’s satraps in the forbidden forest?”
“Yes I see what you mean; his friends could have traced him, couldn’t they?”
Harry caught on. “I think we’d better try the lower areas, don’t you? Filius and Minerva are quite positive no one has penetrated the wards. If I were abducting someone I think I’d take them down to where the basilisk used to hang out.”
“You two must stay with Professor Granger until we find him. All right?”
“Yes Professor Holderness.”
Two reluctant goblins went with Hermione into her sitting room.
The senior party went into the bathroom, broomsticks in hand, and Harry opened up the chute into the chamber. They tried to be as quiet as they could whilst sliding down but on reaching the bottom Blaise slithered into Draco and knocked him down; making quite a clatter. As they opened the vault door, four forewarned, cloaked and masked figures flew out; knocking Blaise and Draco back into the filth yet again. The others went to search the underground labyrinth whilst Hamish and Harry moved through the door towards the main room. Ganymede was there.
The young goblin was naked and appeared to be sitting on a conical seat. He was gagged and crying. Above him was a placard: ‘THUS WILL THE LESSER RACES BE TREATED WHEN THEY ASPIRE ABOVE THEIR STATION’.
On closer inspection things were more alarming. His penis was hard and had his wand inserted down the urethra. There was an elastic cord tied round his balls and each end was looped round one of his big toes, his knees were bent, so that if he tried to straighten them, he was subject to intolerable pain. The other problem was that the cone was not a seat; its end was inserted in the trembling goblin’s anus. To save himself from being split, he needed to put his feet on the ground, but by doing that he would castrate himself. Somehow he had managed a self-floating charm, but Harry and Hamish could sense it beginning to fail.
Blaise and Draco flew in to report failure, but they kept quiet when they saw the young goblin's predicament.
Harry took in the situation immediately and applied a light lifting charm. Blaise produced a knife and was about to cut the elastic cord.
“Zappem, stop! If you cut it, it will rebound and do him untold damage,” Draco yelled.
Hamish supported the sobbing youngster whilst Blaise and Draco carefully undid the knots in the loops round his big toes. Only when that was done could the tension in the elastic be gently eased and the knots round his balls be seen to. The next problem was the two insertions. Both had been done dry and would probably cause great pain when withdrawn. Draco used a lubricating spell on the student’s bottom, but Hamish stopped him doing so on the penile probe. At least now Ganymede could stand without too much discomfort.
Hamish looked at his younger counterpart. “Ganymede, do you have an emission pending?”
Ganymede coloured up. “Y-y-yes P-professor.”
“I think you ought to be bonded immediately. Are you up to it?”
“Yes, Sir. I wouldn’t be in these straights if I had been.”
“Blaise. Would you mind telling the others that we have found Ganymede? More importantly will you bring Selwyn and Probert down here, please?”
Blaise went off and five minutes later re-appeared with the two youngsters. He then went off to find the rest of the search party to tell them that Ganymede had been found.
“What happened to Ganymede is very serious,” Hamish commenced. “Had you been bonded then he could have called for help. I suspect he was picked on because of his father’s connections to Gringotts. Would you be prepared to bond with him now?”
“Yes Sir, of course, but who will be our seniors?”
“Can we do that for you?” Harry blurted out, before thinking the offer through.
D: *You realise we have to masturbate them, don’t you, Partner*?
H: *No, I didn’t! But if it helps them to protect themselves, I will. Will you*?
“Our two favourite professors. Ooh; yes, please. Will you? Please?”
Harry and Draco replied positively.
Hamish accioed a peculiar glass flask with three necks in it. He explained what the ceremony was; some of the detail had Harry blushing. Hamish had also Accioed another bottle which contained a bright pink potion.
The other two students stripped, placing themselves in front of the two professors. Hamish stood behind Ganymede. Harry reached down and gripped Probert’s prick, which had already blossomed into a crimson pole. He began pumping at the same time as Draco attended to Selwyn’s rooter. The two young goblins reciprocated in time to their senior’s attentions and were soon ready for the next part of the ceremony.
Hamish applied a quick lubricating charm and Ganymede’s wand shot across the room. Ganymede was inserted quickly into one of the flask’s necks, coming profusely. Harry and Draco did the same for their charges; causing the three emissions to mix inside the curious flask. Each mentor was very careful to milk the last drop out of their charge before Hamish applied the bungs. The flask was shaken; then some of the pink potion was put inside the flask and shaken again. As they watched the colour changed slowly from pink to crimson and then to deep purple.
“I, Ganymede, pledge bonded brotherhood to Selwyn and to Probert before these, my seniors. This bond will be everlasting.” Ganymede uncorked the flask and drank some of the liquid.
The same type of pledge was made by the other two. Once that was over they side hugged each other in a tight circle. The three seniors placed a left hand on each other’s shoulders making an outer ring. Touching fingers of their right hands to Hamish’s fire-stick in the centre. This created a purple aura which sank into the three inner participants.
“FRATER UNIFICAMUS,” our pair and Hamish said in unison.
Ceremony over the three bonded ones thanked their seniors, got dressed and rode pillion out of the chamber, which closed automatically at Harry’s hissing behest.
Minerva called them into her office for a report.
“How is it that four satraps can get into Hogwarts in spite of the exclusion wards?”
“Either there’s a hidden entrance which is not warded,” started Draco: “or else there are sympathisers among the students, probably from Slytherin.”
“Theodore Nott is the most likely suspect.”
“Not this time, Minerva,” Hermione said: “He was with me in a tutorial until I was called out.”
“I wonder if there’s enough magical footprint left to trace where they went?” mused Blaise.
“Let’s open it up and see, shall we? If we leave it until the morning any traces will have faded,”
“Very well, Harry, you’re the Parselmouth.”
The group descended again into the academy’s underworld via the washroom tube. This time there was no crash; however, Draco and Blaise put their heads together and started to map out the environment. The chamber itself seemed to have no other exit, being sealed by the snake headed door. They reasoned that the slide was originally intended to remove waste water, even if it had been adapted by Salazar. Unfortunately, there were no magical signatures that they could trace. The ceremony’s strong magic had eclipsed any other signatures.
Two or three aquamenties had sufficient water pooled at the base of the chute for it to indicate the very slight fall of the concave floor. It trickled along through the labyrinth, not going anywhere fast. Blaise became impatient and asked the others to find refuge in one of the recesses. He then levitated himself back up the tube. Five minutes later there was a rushing sound and a two foot high wall of water rushed past the watchers. The deluge quickly died down and Blaise reappeared.
“Okay, Zappem, what did you do?”
“Temporarily diverted the new drains and flushed all the toilets at once; we should be able to follow the tide line at a reasonable speed. Otherwise we would have been here for three days following that trickle.”
“Fine … Let’s get on with it then.”
As Blaise had predicted, the cleaned out passage was easy to follow. It became clear also that the flushing out had had another effect. The tunnel proved to be the upper end of the main sewer. Luckily it was late at night so little use was being made of the toilets. Even so the smell became almost unbearable before they found the exit hidden in some bushes above a midden-like bog.
“It’s the marsh of Casriach,” remarked Minerva: “I know of it, but it’s part of the forbidden area inside the forest. I’m not surprised either, the smell is disgusting. I think we should apparate away quickly before the centopus appears; it has a fearsome reputation.”
There was a snarling roar and the party quickly took Minerva’s advice, before whatever monster that was making the noise appeared.
Even so; very early in the morning, Harry and Hermione re-entered the tube, going as far as the last inflow before enacting as many anti-personnel wards as they could think of. They had taken their broomsticks with them. It was a good thing, because the castle was waking up; many students were showering and ridding themselves of the night’s digestive remains. They flew back over the flood of ordure, ducking to avoid the roof of the sewer as they kept their feet and clothes out of the flowing muck below.
~~~ FRIDAY 2^nd ~~~
During the normal owl time at breakfast both Draco and Harry received unusual envelopes; they noticed that Hamish had received one as well. Draco opened his first.
‘Dear Mr Malfoy’ it read: ‘It has come to our notice that you recently performed a special office for three young goblins; thereby rescuing one of them from perpetual disfigurement and probable death by doing so. This is a most unusual occurrence and showed, in a practical way, how you and the new seneschals intend uniting our sadly divided society. In recognition of this selfless act, the governors of Gringotts bank wish to make a suitable award and it is our intention to make this during the next Wizengamot meeting on Saturday 24^th October.
Please indicate that you would be pleased to accept this award and will be present at said meeting. Needless to say, the goblin community wishes to underline its commitment to magical unity and the governors feel that this is a practical way of showing their support.
Signed [some indecipherable scrawl] on behalf of the Governors.’
“Not another medal,” sighed Harry.
“That’ll be Barnstaple Bogrod,” said Hamish, when they shared their facsimile letters: “He’s at least a hundred and fifty; probably older. He’s the Goblin Hierophant as well as being chairman of the governors. I’ve never met him, it’s a great honour; even more so, if he intends coming out of seclusion to attend the Wizengamot. I’m not sure I should go though. I only did what any senior would have done in the normal course of his duties.”
“That gives me a good excuse not to go.”
Draco looked pensive: “No Harry, you must. The political ramifications of refusing would be catastrophic. Come on, you know you must. Besides,” he smirked: “It will do the Malfoy name a bit of good.”
Harry smiled at his partner: “Not thought of that, Lover; of course I’ll grit my teeth and attend.” Harry looked hard at Hamish: “So will you, Professor Holderness. You may incorporate those self-depreciating remarks in your speech of thanks if you like.”
“Do I get the feeling that you’ll hex me if I don’t?” Hamish chuckled.
Blaise who had managed to glimpse Harry’s letter chimed in: “If Harry doesn’t then I will.” He looked serious for a few seconds and then smiled broadly.
“Okay … Okay … I get the drift. I agree with Draco about catastrophic ramifications, all we have to do is see how to make the best political unity out of our speeches. I wonder if they’ll offer a pension as well as the citation, they usually do. That’ll help your finances a bit, won’t it Draco.”
Draco looked daggers at Hamish, and then realised that he was being joshed.
Meal over the three professors retired to write their acceptances. On Draco’s advice they enclosed them in one suitably inscribed, outer envelope, so as to underline their unity.
Lessons went well for them that day and Hamish joined in the first mass-cab to the cottage in the evening. Mass-cabinetting was a bit of a misnomer: the cabinet would only transfer three people at a time, but they had honed the process until it resembled a continuous slow procession.
~~~ SATURDAY 3^RD ~~~
This was a lazy day for most of them. It was also the day when Dean and Seamus showed Harry their latest adaptation of the barn, downstairs. It now contained a small flat for the two of them, two revitalised bunk rooms – each having two double bunks in them. Another two single rooms were in the last bay, they all had small en-suite washrooms.
“That gives you some bed space when our lot come ter stay over the weekend,” observed Seamus: “Only, Neville and Hannah were feeling a bit awkward about imposing on John and Isabel each weekend. The rooms have their own washbasins, loo and shower as you can see. Then the singles would do for older guests sometimes, that’ll give you a little more flexibility.”
“And with a door into the entrance porch, their comings and goings will not disturb you as much,” added Dean: “And it has a loo for visitors, as well.”
“No need to sell it to me, Seamus. I get the drift. I hope you won’t mind me pulling your leg about having your father’s alterations disease, will you?” Harry patted Seamus’s cheek and smiled.
“It’s not a whim, yer know Harry; like me dad’s used ter be. It’s a practical answer ter the Dumbledorians’ accommodation problems.”
“That’s fine by me. Don’t get so uptight.”
Later on that day Harry told the members about their designated common room at Hogwarts as well. Blaise looked very relieved, and obtained Harry’s permission for Tracey to stay with the girls in one of their bunk rooms each weekend.
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