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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}]
~~~ PROTECTION ~~~
Once everyone was safely ensconced in the Academy, Draco and Harry looked at their schedules. With some alarm they realised that the following week was an Augusta Week and that they had yet to prepare their dissertations on making teaching plans and flexibility. Any spare time was devoted to that preparation and, in fact, they found there was less pressure upon them once Gran had arrived and their assessment was in progress.
They seemed to come out of that second week in a better frame of mind, not that it lasted. They were on weekend duty at the end of that week and on Sunday afternoon Minerva called the young professors into her office.
“Blaise, are you able to cover Harry’s classes for the next few days?”
“Yes Minerva, I have set the team captains various training schedules, intending to watch quietly to see how they get on. Therefore, I can change my schedule to suit.”
“Thank you. Draco, can you manage without Hermione’s aid this week please?”
“Hmm … Yes, I think so … I’ll elide the first years and swap the seconds into their slot. Pullet and Phealey are capable of helping me supervise a large class.”
“Justin could you cover Hermione’s classes, please?”
“Of course, Minerva – depending on the timings, of course.”
“Thank you. Now, Harry and Hermione; I would like you to go and help Kingsley out. One of his Specialist Aurors has either defected or been abducted. It means that if the ward breaking hexes become known to the other side, we will become vulnerable.”
“So you want us to alter the shields against the breakers.”
“Yes Hermione, quite correct. Only it is a little more complicated than that. You will learn things that are in the top secret category; information that is beyond my classification. To that end you are going to have to take certain binding magical oaths which, in effect – so I am informed, make you into Aurors. As I understand things, most of the oaths are about non-disclosure and are capable of cutting off part of your memory if you are in a situation of extreme duress.”
“I don’t think that will work, Minerva. Draco will have to be included.”
“That could well be a problem, knowing your antecedents, Draco.”
Draco smiled: “My past catching up with me, again. Harry’s right, our magical bonding has stopped us having secrets. When we are asleep together our brains interact. Nightmares are truly that, now. We both have Voldie-dreams, and they can be horrific. However, because we are in them together, the other one manages to support whichever of us is the victim. The same goes for our knowledge.”
“Mmm … I see … I think I’d better talk to Kingsley. May we meet again in half an hour?”
When they reconvened Kingsley was there.
“Tell me about this link, Harry and Draco.”
Draco smirked: “You are aware that we share a bed and all the delights thereof, Kingsley?”
“Yes, but just because you’re fucking someone, doesn’t mean you tell them everything.”
“Talk to Ernie McMillan, he saw our pink bonding take place. Since then we have been through red and purple stages, also,” explained Harry: “What occurred is exceptional, but on a par with the Goblin partner making bonds. Only our ties are much stronger, mentally and magically, as well as the expected carnally. Draco is logical but I’m intuitive; I get the feel of a thing and then work out why it works afterwards. That’s what makes me so good in combat; I have an instinct that tells me what my opponent will do next. A few years ago Draco and I were in the duelling club; Draco was losing despite the fact that he had much better magical knowledge than I did. He called up a snake and without realising what I was doing I talked to it in Parseltongue, only later did we sort out what had happened.”
“Harry was abysmal at potions, because he could not understand the need for very precise measurements and the absolute progression of sequence. A mixture of things should work whatever happened was his initial reaction. Now he has seen, through my vision, the reasoning behind it – he’s going to waltz through his potions NEWT. However, his intuitive brain has been attuned to potions too. A few weeks ago we were attempting to make the Anhydrous Potion. It’s not the easiest of potions to make and it kept going wrong, despite us being extremely careful. Fourth go and I could see the mixture going blue when it should have been green. Harry shrugged his shoulders, smelt a few of the open ingredient phials and crumbled a few pinches of yellow camphor into it. I covered up expecting an explosion, nothing of the kind, the reaction returned to its expected course. In the same way I am beginning to trust my emotions when duelling …”
“… He’s bloody good, now. Each of us is affecting the other one unconsciously. We practiced mental communication when we were much younger and in a secret underage liaison. That has blossomed to inhabiting …”
“… Each other’s minds, so that if …”
“… I learn something new one day …”
“… I know of it in the morning. Not that …”
“… We had discussed the subject at all. Rather like the …”
“… Way we can finish off each …”
“… Other’s sentences; that link was …”
“… Ably demonstrated out of …”
“… Sight, when we made the portal and …”
“… It required our combined strength to complete. In …”
“… Experiments since, that rapport and strength has grown …”
“Stop, stop please; it’s like a verbal tennis match,” Kingsley chuckled: “Have they done this to you before, Minerva?”
“Yes, a few times; that’s what I was trying to explain to you, Kingsley. I frequently ask one a question and the other one answers.”
“So, young seneschals, at least you’re members of the Wizengamot; that argues in Draco’s favour. Mmm … Can you not separate your minds?”
“For a time we can, when we concentrate on a particular problem,” Harry answered: “Draco’s better at that than I am.”
“When we teach we are our own men, so to speak; but if one of us relaxes his concentration the other can see through his eyes.”
“It was quite disturbing to begin with, now it’s become second nature. We also have mental conversations when we are conscious.”
“Asleep our brains and magic interact, thus it means that I have instant recall of Harry’s knowledge and he, mine. We can also draw upon each other’s magic without being in physical contact. Other mages are only able to do that when touching.”
“Yes, Ron and I have been able to do that experimentally.”
“So when do you declare your partnership?”
“Not yet, Kingsley,” Hermione replied: “We both agree that finding suitable accommodation would be one of the deciding factors. And it has to be within a magical community; with Godric’s Hollow top of the list.”
"Oh well, Dirk’s objections will have to be overruled. The magical community’s safety is more important than the Minister’s quibbles. Mmm … Tell me, Draco, how good are you at deciphering ingredients?”
“He’s shit hot, Kingsley,” Harry answered: “We’ve been playing a game where Hermione mixes things up and he tells her what the ingredients are. It’s one of the tests for NEWT’s, you know. Those two have taken it a bit further, Herms is about seventy-five to eighty percent correct. My loving partner’s score is ninety-eight at the moment.”
“Well now, magical forensics. I’ve been chatting to the muggle Police Commissioner recently about forensics and how they help in solving crimes. Perhaps when you graduate that’s a possibility … We’ll have to solve a few personal secrecy statutes at present on our books … But that’s for the future … Minerva, do you think that you and Filius could be the witnesses, you’re both seneschals?”
“My Ronald should be included, Kingsley. With Harry we were the original golden trio who sought out Horcruxes and destroyed them. He knows all my secrets, because I tell him. I am not going to stop doing that just because some stupid boffin has defected.” The glint in Witch Granger’s eyes brooked no argument.
“I agree with Herms, Ron must be included.”
“And do you root for him as well, Draco?”
“I should be extremely foolish to disagree with my partner and one of his two best friends. Yes, entirely, you’ll gain a good strategist; I admire his way of thinking too.”
“Okay, I accept the arguments. In fact, making the Golden Three up, might misdirect the flak I shall get for taking Draco into the force.”
Minerva used her fireplace to floo Ronald who ported over immediately.
So it happened, Harry, Hermione, Ronald and Draco became Auror Special Constables, sworn in front of two other Wizengamot members. But there was more to it than that. They spent half an hour together sorting out classes and teaching ready for Monday. They also made sure Astoria had their cards and presents, because it was her birthday that day.
The following morning, Hermione and Harry were side-alonged by Kingsley into a restricted area inside the Ministry. That took them into the special department, where he gave them distinctive wristbands. After that they entered a room whose door needed to be touched by those wristlets in order to open. What was surprising was that inside another door was a vanishing cabinet, it was larger than any one they had seen.
“Harmonia Nectare Passimus!”
They opened the door and there was another door and another cabinet.
This happened twice more before they emerged from the last door into a small hut in a sheltered area.
Before moving on, Kingsley looked piercingly at Harry: “Are you absolutely sure you can trust Draco?”
“Too late to have doubts now, Kingsley, he already knows where I am and how we got here. We’re both curious people; joining us together has made us more so. To learn the inner secrets of another person was highly intriguing and it sharpened our appetite for knowledge. He’s concentrating on me and can see through my eyes, not that I want him not to. He has a map out and says that we are on Huskier Island the nearest landfall to Azkaban. He also says he’s plotted the various changeover places.” Harry chuckled: “I find this quite comforting, if the prisoners escape and we are attacked he can raise the Dumbledorians and bring them here.”
“Good thing I included him in the oath, then. Tell him we don’t need help right now thanks,” Kingsley looked around: “We’re at the bottom of the crater of an extinct volcano. Normally trees don’t grow on islands like these, but the crater’s walls have created enough shelter to make this island quite pleasant. It’s our research establishment and a place where the Azkaban guards spend their time off; only holidaying at home on long vacations. Needless to say it’s very hush-hush. I have more to tell you but we may as well be comfortable.”
What Harry had supposed was a forest was more a belt of trees in one corner of the crater. There were trees elsewhere but also pleasant lawns and flower-beds plus a number of long low buildings. It was into one of these that Kingsley took them. There was an amount of fuss when they arrived, being new to the secrets the two professors had to be properly identified and entered in various ward’s memories; gaining another medallion in the process. They met Monan Doolittle, head of the research establishment, and went into a small conference room.
“Glanville D’Arcy Gulbenkian was one of top researchers and dedicated to ward breaking hex research. He was working on a copy of your newly invented wards, Hermione, to see how they could be broken. You were quite a challenge; I admire the brain that thought those problems through.” Here Monan bowed towards Hermione. “Glan had found a way, we think, but he disappeared before he could share his findings. We have most of his notes so we are cognisant of the area where his researches were taking him.”
“Why were you trying to break Herms’ new made wards? We are reasonably law abiding mages.” Harry scowled slightly.
“Glan would say it was the challenge, us more prosaic people would say it is so that no-one can deny access to the Aurors. Imagine some satraps holed up behind your wards, or maybe an emergency epidemic that kills the secret holder and the ward denies the medical practitioner entrance to treat the survivors.”
“Um … Understood … Go on.”
“For some days now he had been mumbling about how unfair the sequestration law was. He had death-eater members in his family, and once they were convicted – quite rightly knowing the murders they had committed – he was hoping to have their inheritance, but the Wizengamot decided he had ample income, so the sequestration and sale went ahead.”
“Um … Yes, I remember that trial. He already enjoyed the income from three other estates. There was a supposition he was being greedy.”
“He had quite a flamboyant lifestyle, I grant you, but his brain was outstanding too. So we made allowances. It seems we made one too many of them and he’s disappeared. The evidence left behind seemed to suggest abduction, but the investigators were slightly suspicious about a couple of clues. They felt that it could have been a deliberate ruse to hide a defection. In the end it’s an open verdict, but it is wise to be cautious, hence you being invited to come along. Perhaps you had better meet the rest of the team.”
They followed Monan out into the corridor and passed four doors before she knocked and they entered once they had been bidden. They went into a curious room; it had desks and stools in one area. A group of easy chairs around a fluffy multi-coloured rug in another, yet another area empty and pristine; Harry sensed a number of wards shimmering there.
“Hello Grammarian,” Hermione hugged the elf: “I see you hide your true self.”
“Hello Herms, Official Secrets Act and all that.” They both chuckled.
Harry was having a similar conversation with Tarmindale and then they were introduced to Averill Tucker who was the other mage member of the team. Once introduced Monan and Kingsley left them to it. Having an acquaintance with two of the team helped the working atmosphere. Quite soon Harry’s busy mind had blocked out Draco’s inquisitiveness and the team was hard at work experimenting.
Two days later came the breakthrough and they understood where Glanville’s researches had taken him, another day had them invent a suitable alteration that would make the ‘Expulsior’ command become ‘Explosior’. Anyone trying the old ward-breaker would have a very rough time because; what should have opened up a doorway in the ward now caused an equivalent Confringo; at the same time sounding an alarm and/or sending a silent alert to the secret holder [if there was one].
The remaining two days was a tour of the British Isles. The British Ministry of Magic was one of the first to be altered and then Gringotts. In London, Buckingham Palace was warded, as were the Houses of Parliament, Numbers ten and eleven Downing Street plus the police headquarters at Scotland Yard. As well as a few other top-secret establishments the team warded Number Twelve. Scottish Parliament, Welsh Parliament, both Irish legislatures too. Sundry royal and presidential palaces plus Prime Minister’s residences featured in their itinerary. There were other vulnerable establishments some of which were penal, like Azkaban and Dartmoor. Hogwarts received some and they were worn out by the time they flopped down after remaking the last of the wards at Godric’s Hollow.
Both Hermione and Harry had very attentive lovers on Saturday Morning; not that there was much time for dalliance in the Potter/Malfoy household because the seneschals had to attend the Wizengamot. Minister Creswell was not happy that the Seignior’s Son had been created a special constable. He therefore made public what Kingsley had hoped to keep secret. The debate was furious. The members accepted that Harry was an acceptable candidate, and there was little or no problem with Hermione’s or Ronald’s constableships. In the end, enough of the gathered seneschals opposed Kingsley’s removal from office, but he was subject to a vote of censure.
Harry commiserated with him afterwards.
“It proves that I did the correct thing, Harry. It’s not as though I haven’t been censured before and then, a few months later, been congratulated on my foresight. You watch, someone who thinks they are important will be poisoned and Draco’s forensic skills will enable an antidote to be found. Minister Creswell knows that he’d lose his job if ever I went, I know too many of his secret decisions. They were correct and made sense at the time, but we did annoy certain mages for a moment or two. Such is politics, Draco will guide you through.” Kingsley looked at the blond: “You’ve developed your father’s instinct. I’ve listened to your speeches, the pure-bloods think you’re supporting their side, but then that little concession slips in. Something that their noblesse-oblige attitude can allow to the lesser mortals. Then it turns out to be the king-pin of new reforms.”
Draco smiled and ostentatiously polished his nails on his lapel: “I’m glad you appreciate my efforts, Kingsley.”
The three of them chuckled; Kingsley went to his office and the other two back to Chantry Cottage.
They arrived shivering and wet in a thunderstorm; they were soaked by the time they had walked up the garden from the apparating circle. They left their clothes on the downstairs patio and climbed up to their rooms nakedly. A hot shower, a mug of Winky’s hot soup and some dry casuals had them feeling much better. There was time to sit with Hermione and Ronald; unwinding and chatting about what had happened during the week and at the meeting afterwards. They dined together, the perspicacious Dumbledorians recognising their need for relative privacy. Later on, the quartet joined in with the usual pastimes, but the foursome retired earlier than usual; so some extra time could be devoted to loving pursuits, as could be expected.
Their Sunday blessing at communion filled them with new vigour for the week ahead, not that it was too taxing. Augusta’s teaching about teaching was bearing fruit. They felt more relaxed about their subjects, with a result that their students learned more quickly. However, there were one or two who deliberately tried to disrupt things. Theodore was a constant thorn in Harry’s side; Amicus Dendron was Draco’s bête-noir. Draco suspected that Amicus deliberately sabotaged other people’s potions; not that he could prove it.
The sixth year Slytherin was oily and handsome, but his eyes glittered with hate most of the time. His father, also an Amicus, was the leader of the ‘opposition to reform’ group in the Wizengamot; usually referred to as the old fogeys. Anything Victorian or later was too modern to their way of thinking. However, they were careful not to be classed as Voldemort supporters. Draco once remarked to Harry that even the dark lord’s ideas were too up-to-date for them to stomach.
Whichever student had had their work spoiled that week, would join the class Draco held for Harry. Not as a punishment, but a place where the aggro was absent. After it had happened too many times our two devised a way to catch him.
Blaise took Harry’s class for him. Harry sat quietly in Draco’s laboratory under the cloak of invisibility. Thus Amicus was under close scrutiny all the time. Harry saw a surreptitious wand gesture and a mouthed word. The hex did not go directly into Jennifer Haxburga’s cauldron; it bounced off the wall and the ceiling first. Harry admired the calculation involved and also remembered that Amicus was very good at hex tennis.
“Well what did he do?” asked Draco after the lesson.
“Bounced the hex off your wall and ceiling; I have an idea how to remedy it.”
The following week Harry and Draco went early into the laboratory and cast some charms, plus a couple of hexes. As before, Blaise relieved Harry so that he could secretly observe. Another student was targeted, but things did not quite work as Amicus expected. The hex bounced off the wall correctly but when it hit the ceiling it was redirected straight back into the perpetrator’s pot which boiled over. At the same time a modified Relashio hex was released directly under Mr Dendron’s splayed legs. It hit home. Amicus yelled and grabbed his crotch.
Draco came over: “My, my Mr Dendron, what have you done?”
“It boiled over, Professor and seems to have burned me.”
“Let me have a look and then I can give you first aid.”
“N-no Professor; it’s all right I can deal with it.”
“Take your hands away.” Draco was firm.
“No, please no.” Amicus pleaded
“Levare Manu Super Caput!”
Amicus’s hands rose above his head revealing disintegrating clothes and an erect, glowing, scarlet penis. Because the argument had drawn all the other student’s attentions; they saw his raunchy display for themselves. Somehow they were unsympathetic to his plight.
From his robe pocket Draco produced a phial with a creamy substance inside: “Rub this on immediately and it will take the sting away and stop you blistering. ‘Finite Incantatem’ - - - - Don’t turn away, I want to see that the potion works.”
An extremely embarrassed Amicus proceeded to anoint his genitals in front of his gawping equals. The lotion worked; the stinging ceased, but Mr Dendron’s erection refused to go down. Before he allowed the blushing student to leave the room, Draco called him out under the main illumination and inspected the damage.
“I think we caught it in time before much damage to your reproductive paraphernalia was caused. I suggest you go and work off the reaction that it has caused.”
Amicus ran out of the room, watched by leering classmates.
“I hope you can all learn from that incident, Class. One scrap too much of an ingredient can make all the difference to the result. I wonder where Mr Dendron went wrong.”
“He went wrong ages ago, Professor.”
“He underestimated your observational powers, Professor.”
“He forgot you were a Slytherin, Professor, they’re used to underhand ways.”
“Thank you for the compliments, at least I hope they were,” Draco smirked and winked at his class. Even the most dim-witted realised that he had had some hand in the revealing of Mr Dendron Junior’s naughtiness.
Amicus’s old nickname of DJ was changed; from then on he was called BB. A Week later Harry had Amicus in his class. Someone called out to Amicus using the new nickname.
Harry adopted a slightly confused look: “Um … Mr Dendron; I thought you were DJ, how is it that Joanna called you BB?”
“I had a bit of an accident in Professor Malfoy’s class, Sir. All the students think it’s funny to remind me of it.” Amicus looked down at his feet.
“IT STANDS FOR BURNT BALLS, PROFESSOR,” a number of voices called out.
“His trousers and underpants disintegrated, Professor.” Another student added
“Really, I hadn’t realised potions were that acidic. Now if it had been a Relashio Solvas; that might just make clothes start to fall to bits. It must have been very embarrassing for you, Mr Dendron.”
Amicus nodded dumbly, and Harry patted his back comfortingly.
Harry looked up: “Let us learn from Mr Dendron’s lucky escape. You know how I advise you not to falter and at the same time try to make your opponent’s concentration pause. Don’t you think that a malicious aggressor might try the same tactic? Maybe we ought to think out a suitable shield for your reproductive organs. Divide into partners as usual. Don’t use Relashio or its derivatives – the normal paint spot one will do.”
Unfortunately for him, Amicus Dendron had to go into Harry’s study afterwards and take his trousers off so that Harry could remove the multi-coloured mass from his flies.
While it was happening Draco put his head round the door: “By the way, Harry … Oh … Mr Dendron, don’t tell me you got yourself into the same pickle in Professor Potter’s class.”
Amicus glared at Draco, and then a glimmer of understanding occurred: “No, Sir. My garments didn’t come apart, just messed up. Everyone thought it was funny to call me Burnt Balls and my defences faltered … Erm … I promise not to sabotage people’s potions in the future. Please?”
“No one has accused you of doing that have they?” Draco contrived to look both innocent and shocked.
“N-no, Sir … Even then … It’s a promise I mean to keep. Two wily Professors are too much for me.” Amicus hurriedly drew his cleaned jeans on and ran out of the study.
Internally, two thought-swappers were laughing heartily. Externally, two Professors maintained a demure, if slightly quizzical, attitude.
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