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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or films. I do not make any money from the writing of this story, just enjoyment.

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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(Light tying up and feather torture)
~~~ CHALLENGES~~~
Early on Saturday 20th morning a motorcycle was heard drawing up outside the cottage door. Harry, being nearest and curious, went to see who it was. Two figures dressed in black leather stood outside, wearing enormous helmets with darkened visors. He was a little nervous when both of them strode purposefully towards his door, so he thought up a mirror shield and held it ready.
“Harry,” came a muffled voice, “so good of you to ask us over for the weekend.”
Harry relaxed, realising that it was Douglas behind the disguise. “I didn’t realise you were a biker,” he smiled, dropping the shield and holding out his hand.
“I’m not really,” said Douglas, taking off his helmet and shaking the proffered digits. “Marilyn, my wife, is the road hog, I’m merely a passenger.”
Marilyn had taken off her helmet and was stroking her long auburn hair straight. Under her upturned nose was a cute smile. “You must tell me more about the attack on his train, Mr Potter; my hubby’s very reticent about it.”
“Call me Harry, please. You are aware of the kind of establishment we keep here, aren’t you?”
“Yes. My father-in-law tells us about the goings-on at Hogwarts when he visits. I’m dying to meet some real live elves and goblins.”
“Elves you’ll meet quite soon, the goblins on Sunday, unless Hamish calls round. Do come in.”
“Is that barn your garage, Harry?”
“Not really, it’s a magical disguise for some flatlets. I think your bike will be safe here, as long as you thief-lock it. I suppose I could miniaturise it, but I may not be here when you need to go out to see the station. I’ll do that before it gets dark and bring it in, just to be on the safe side.”
“Will it hurt the Harley-D?” Marilyn looked worried.
“I doubt it! When we were on the run from Voldie last year, we carried a magic tent around. It had bunk beds, a bathroom and a fully equipped kitchen in it. We miniaturised it each morning and enlarged it each evening. Everything seemed to work okay. I think Hermione used the same process on her parent’s car one Christmas, too.”
“Okay! That will keep it safe after dark, thanks.” Marilyn gave Harry a quick hug.
Carter appeared to take their cases.
“It’s all right, Kreacher,” Harry said, “they know about our establishment.”
Marilyn gave a gasp as the elf transformed into his normal self. Douglas took it in his stride; smiling indulgently at his wife. Draco came to see who was here and was introduced.
“I imagine you’ve seen elves before, when visiting your dad at Hogwarts,” observed Harry to Douglas. “Will you be seeing him this weekend?”
“Over a thousand mile return trip just to see my old man. That’s stretching filial piety very thin,” Douglas chuckled. “We’d be sleeping most of the time once we arrived.”
Draco’s eyes twinkled. “Come with me, I have a surprise for you.”
“You take them Love;” Harry sensed what Draco intended. “I’ve got to chat to the Smiling Ones over breakfast. Have you eaten?”
“Yes thanks Harry. We were both on earlies last week so we woke at half-past three. That’s why we didn’t come round last night. We had a leisurely shower, an equally relaxed breakfast, packed and set off. It took us just over an hour to get here; the roads were practically traffic free.” Marilyn gave Harry another hug, making him feel all warm inside, whether from happiness or embarrassment he was not quite sure.
Ten minutes later Argus and his family appeared, all looking slightly shocked.
“I didn’t know squibs and muggles could use your Portals, Harry,” Argus said, as he accepted a mug of coffee.
“It was the medallions that you’re wearing. John, our vicar did; when he visited the library. You do know that the knowledge about where the Portals lead is private and access to the Green Ladies Room is restricted, don’t you?”
“Yes, I know and I feel honoured to be let into the secret. According to your friends, the vicar has the tingle. So I supposed …”
Marilyn had gone into one of her bags and came downstairs with a road map. “This is where we are, isn’t it? And that’s where Hogwarts is, or thereabouts. So we covered that distance in two strides? Unbelievable!”
“We were quite surprised when we made the portals, too.” Harry remarked.
“It nearly killed them, so the Headmistress said,” added Argus.
“Yes, well. That’s why the cabinets were made, to contain the magic,” explained Draco: “And we over-faced ourselves by charming two pairs.
“I hope you’re not thinking of bringing those evil things back to Hogwarts.” Argus put on his usual grim expression and glared at Draco. Not realising that he had just used them.
“Portals and cabinets use the same thaums, Argus. In themselves, they’re not evil.” Harry interceded, because he could sense his lover feeling mortified. “It’s the use the death eaters put them to, that was evil. Not that we’re thinking of making anymore at the moment. Don’t forget that in Voldie’s first war the good people used to hide in them.”
“So they did … I had a look in the room of requirement a few days ago.” Argus appeared mollified. “The fire has gone out and the fire-makers aren’t there anymore. It still smells burnt, but the house-elves have made the ashes disappear.”
“We converted the cabinet the death-eaters used into the portal you’ve just been through.”
Douglas could see his father building up steam for an argument so he asked: “Are you coming with us to see the station, Dad? We’ll have to walk if you do. And the appointment is just over half-an-hour away.” He grabbed Argus’s hand.
H: *You go with them, Lover. I’ll go half and half with you if they need finance*.
“I’ll come with you to show you the quick way,” suggested Draco, winking in acknowledgment to Harry. *Shall we buy it if it’s for sale at a reasonable price*?
H: *Fine … The property’s only just across the main road from Woodyates and there’s that connecting accommodation underpass beneath the bridges over the railway and the River Gryff*.
Draco took his party via the second apparating entrance down Chantry Alley and along Milkwood Lane past the duck-pond. Harry went to chat to the Smiling Ones.
Coffee break came and no Draco. Harry sat quietly and sent out a probing thought.
D: *Good news Love*, came back, *we are about to own some more property. Come over to Francis’s office to sign up*.
Excusing himself, Harry walked into the square and around Grandpops Foley’s shop, waving to him in the process. Arriving chez Francis; Harry met Draco in the foyer, where they sat down.
“I get the feeling that the railway people have had no other takers, so Francis is beating them down to a reasonable price.” Draco informed Harry: “That article Hamish read out to us seems to have been their last forlorn hope before they demolished it. The station house is uninhabitable as it is, but the home team will be able to put that right fairly quickly.”
“We could make an open apparating area situated inside the shell of the old goods shed. The village wards already cover the house but the platform will be outside. That will give the new mage inhabitants somewhere safe to arrive and depart from and check any satraps and malcontents on the platform.”
“Good! I was getting worried in case they wanted to use Topper’s Wallow. I think we should limit the medallions to Dumbledorians and a few others well known to us plus the owners of the row of cottages that back on to Chantry Alley.”
“Most of those are Dumbledorians anyway,” Harry observed
Francis’s secretary came out: “Gentlemen, the solicitor is ready to see you now.”
“Thank you.”
Francis’s office was all that would be expected of a country lawyer. A slight musty smell, not repugnant, was apparent. The Victorian cast iron fireplace had a small fire burning in it, casting flickers of light over the bookshelves and muniment cupboards which lined the room.
“Hello you two. The others are in the interview room. I thought we’d better meet before you signed the contract. As you can see we managed to beat them down considerably.” Francis showed them the various papers and explained the details of the contract of sale.
“Is this going to be part of the Foundation’s land?”
“We had thought so.”
“Mmm, I thought it might be so, so I drew up the contracts accordingly. Francis then went through the contracts paragraph by paragraph explaining the terms on which they were buying the property and renting it to the Filch family.
Once everyone was in the main room the signing and formal handshaking took only a few minutes. The railway lawyers left and the tenancy agreement explained and signed by the quartet. By that time, it was lunch and three Filches plus two professors entered the noisy, friendly atmosphere of a Dumbledorian weekend lunch.
In the afternoon Argus returned to Hogwarts, whilst Gregory took Douglas and Marilyn on a tour of the village; introducing them to John and Richard and various other residents. Draco and Harry went to look at Milkwood Hall and its namesake arboreal area. Afterwards they climbed up Niggle Edge and stood looking over their properties and the whole of Griffondale.
“We ought to make some kind of use of this area, Draco.”
“Hmm … Yes … Some of it’s like the Forbidden Forest, but without the dangerous animals. I’m sorry I assaulted you, that day when we were on detention.”
“I’d forgotten about that, what brought that to mind?”
“The clearing with those creepers trailing around; it rang a distant bell and I was puzzling over it. Hmmm … combat training.”
Harry searched Draco’s brain and realised his thinking: “The ruin could be included and some of Niggle Edge. Three environments; something like the battle.”
“Hmm … We’d have to have it occluded somehow. The muggles shouldn’t be able to see us using combative spells or flying around, you know.”
“Um … for the younger ones it should have a greater fun value, becoming more serious as they progressed up the school.”
“A sort of DADA annex … Mmm?”
“Lots of your ingredient plants are classed as weeds by the muggles, aren’t they?”
This time Draco searched Harry’s thoughts: “Plant spotting on the moors and in the valleys; good idea. We could get Blaise, Neville and Hannah involved too.”
“Let’s talk it over with Minerva first.”
“Yes. C’mon there’s just time go and have a look at Keplin Tarn Reservoir. The birches will just be showing green, because of the water and the cliffs everything there is about three weeks ahead; a glimpse of spring green will do my heart good.”
Theirs was a fairly brisk pace; when they arrived they found a couple of smooth rocks just below the ridge line, in the sun and out of the cooling breeze. There were wisps of light mist in the still air over the water. The new breaking buds smelled wonderful, and the emerging green leaves painted an almost pointillist picture. The whole place had a brooding peace about it that was slightly disturbing.
“I’ve been told that a kelpie lives here and that ten or twelve years ago it ate a little girl; all they found was her entrails floating on the surface. I suspect someone murdered her and made up the story.”
“Don’t be too sure about that, Harry. Don’t you remember Lockhart telling Hagrid about extracting them from a well?”
“Nah … He was too full of guff to be believed.”
“Very well, we’ll have a look in ‘Fantastic Beasts’ when we get back. If I’m right, you’ll consent to be tied to the bedposts for our game tonight. Likewise, if I’m wrong I get attached to the four corners.”
“That has interesting possibilities – you’re on!”
Their pace was still brisk, setting up birds, and spotting hares. They became so interested in their environment that all thoughts of the bet receded. They found a corn-crake’s roost, and a couple of Lark’s nests hidden in the low heather and grass. Draco almost trod on one, so thereafter they concentrated on the ground; scaring an adder off its basking stone and finding a slow-worm gliding among the tufts of newly springing grass. Lower than the tops of the fells, there were miniature valleys in the peat hiding minute white, yellow and pink flowers. Soon they were playing an alphabet game spotting plants in order. Draco’s superior knowledge won that one, but not by a great margin. Harry tended to know the cultivar names from his time of tending Privet Drive’s garden; whereas Draco’s familiarity came from his recently passed Herbology exam.
Before reaching the cottage they met John: “Hello dear boys, enjoying the spring sunshine?”
“Exactly so! We’re quite surprised to find such an enormous variety of plant life. Many of them quite rare.”
“That’s due to the military.”
“A rather odd reason, surely?”
“Not really; you see: for a long time, the village was inside a restricted area. The fells were used for combat training and so were relatively undisturbed when much of England was being ploughed up for two consecutive war efforts. In a way, that also preserved the old ways too. The village was not allowed to be disturbed by the troops, but they practiced all around the area. The result was that an almost pre-Victorian way of life existed in a cocoon until quite recently. The military formed a virtual moat around the village. I believe that the ‘advisers’ to Eastern European nations were trained in the vicinity. It helped them to relate to a less developed agrarian community. And now, the other adherents of the old ways are coming in; Godric’s Hollow is again serving our nation in a different and more peaceable guise. Much power to your elbows, Mages.”
“Thanks for that John, how come you’re here then?”
“God’s will, Dear Boy; plus, the fact that I was an army chaplain and invalided out. The bishop wanted an exorcist for his diocese and I fitted the bill in many ways.”
“That could be seen as coincidence.”
“Yes it could, but a string of coincidences? You must make up your own mind. I see the hand of God at work. What about Harry’s unconventional healing methods, there are at least five whole people, who can thank the Lord for those and, Draco, you are one of them.”
“Yes I know, and I love him for it too. My scepticism is slowly melting under his influence.”
“I’m not sure I like this conversation. I’m no miracle worker or erudite theologian.”
“Just so, Dear Boy, it’s the humble vessels that God uses. Not the ones that know it all. Your little voice is the Spirit working. If you get blasé about it, you won’t hear it anymore.”
“Yes Harry, who would think a greenhorn teenager, would ever beat a well versed mage? You’ve told me more than once how frightened you were. In fact, I’ve seen it in our shared nightmares. You deliberately went to sacrifice yourself for the good of mankind … And … You were sent back to complete the job. C’mon, I’m feeling hungry. Care to join us, John?”
“Better not, I’ve used up my allocation of missed meals for this week.”
Two very thoughtful mages ate dinner, and their friends recognised the mood; leaving them in peace. Slowly afterwards, their mood lightened enough to join in the rough and tumble of the swimming pool.
After chocolate Harry disappeared. Draco could sense him searching for something and so went to see if he could help.
When asked, Harry replied: “It’s a little red book with brass bindings.”
Draco caught a whiff of lasciviousness: “It’s in your ‘Creatures’ folder. Do you remember saying that now you’d passed the exam you’d not need the papers again?”
“Yes of course --- just a minute.” --- Harry found the folder and the book and opened it --- “Oh! It looks as though I’m being tied up tonight then. C’mon Lover, do your worst.” Harry stripped quickly, lay down on the bed and stretched out his limbs akimbo: “Use the silk cords, please?”
Draco took his time, trailing the cord ends erotically over his partner’s bare torso. Once Harry was secured the blond took out his quill and used the feather end. To begin with Draco avoided the area that Harry thought wanted most attention, tickling tits, sides, neck, ears and the many erotic spots that over the months he had found excited his partner. Harry told the annoying Slyth just what he thought of the omission and begged for his genitalia to be massaged. As Harry’s vocabulary coarsened as Draco’s smile widened. His teasing took Harry to the edge of his patience and just when it was about to break, Draco paid attention the most prominent piece. Not that he allowed the Gryff immediate fruition; using the feather’s edges to excite the shiny pink mushroom into a purple heat. The brunet’s musculature twitched with unrequited voluptuousness and more crude suggestions came forth from the victim’s lips. Most of Harry’s abdomen was scarlet with passion before the needed and pleaded-for eruption took place. Pringle and the broonies were gratified at the amount of their gift whilst Draco mopped the sweat from his boyfriend’s body.
A naked Draco loosed Harry and jumped on the bed: “Now it’s my turn, tie me up please?” {The reader’s imagination can envisage just how Harry had his loving revenge}
During their post coital chat, Harry told Draco that Marilyn had had a miscarriage owing to stress and her doctor suggested a rural occupation. Another reason for them wanting to move was that she was developing a ‘continental ticket by post’ agency. Draco revealed that Douglas had been induced to move to a train-guarding post where there was no overnight work and the train company who ran the local service had snapped up his request, probably because of no other applicants.
~~~ MORNING 21/03/99 ~~~
Douglas and Marilyn were first down to breakfast and were surprised by the extra people arriving and taking light refreshment.
“Are you not eating breakfast, Seamus?”
“Just a glass of orange juice, and then we’re off ter church. Soon we’ll be going fasting, once we are confirmed; so as ter honour the Lord’s Supper.”
“Going to church? All of you?”
“Most of us; yes; Harry and Draco set the pattern,” Dean replied: “In fact I think it was our trio who got Harry to go. Anyways; we all go now. Not quite the same as my chapel in Cardiff, but we praise the same Creator. Are you coming?”
“What do you think, Dear?”
“We’ll go; it’ll be an interesting experience. I don’t remember going before,” Marilyn looked at Seamus and Dean: “Ours was a Registry Office wedding, you see.”
Harry and Draco came in, still pink from their shower: “The bells have just started, are we off?”
“Marilyn and Douglas are joining us.”
“Great;” Harry noticed their nervousness: “Not to worry we’ll show you what to do. If you can sing, Hamish will rope you into the choir.” He saw Marilyn’s eyes widen: “Not immediately, get used to us first. We go to the pub for lunch afterwards.”
“Err … We were going to have sandwiches.”
Draco caught a whiff of impecuniousness and looked questioningly at Justin.
“The Dumbledorians would like to offer you a celebratory lunch, to mark your becoming our latest villagers,” Justin offered.
“Well that’s very kind of you. I think the sandwiches can wait until we get hungry on the way home.” Douglas looked at his wife who nodded.
D: *I don’t think they brought enough money with them*.
H: *Nice of Justin to catch on*.
The Passion Sunday Service went well, with the two newcomers receiving a blessing at the altar rail along with the rest of the Dumbledorians. After lunch two leather-clad people wished their hosts farewell and mounted their throbbing steed. Many of the Dumbledorians went into the church schoolroom and commenced their preparation class.
In learning about Gethsemane, Harry was reminded about his own internal turmoil before going to face Voldemort. Draco, listening to Harry’s thoughts and emotions became overawed by the willing sacrifice of his amour’s decision. Both of them were near tears by the time the session had finished. John saw their distress and came to sit with them to say a few prayers. Comforted, they took deep breaths and went out into the world and have their tea.
Harry and Draco flooed to Aunt Andromeda’s; seeing Teddy and having tea there. They flooed back in time for dinner at the cottage.
~~~ WEEK ~~~
Nothing exceptional took place except that the duelling club went well. The highlight was Pansy Parkinson against Millicent Bulstrode. It was exciting as both of them had learnt how to use the mirror defence accurately. Sparks and coloured hexes flew around, sometimes colliding on the rebound, causing the onlookers to shy away from the sides of the platform or raise their own shields. When they finished; Millicent winning by half a point, Harry went down to congratulate them. Their first reaction was shock, but suddenly, pleased smiles lit both their faces.
“THANK YOU PROFESSOR.” Both girls gave him a peck on the cheek, causing him to colour-up.
D: *I saw that, Lover. Don’t tell me you’re changing your preferences*? he was smirking, having just arrived back from giving a late tutorial.
H: *If I did it wouldn’t be with those two. Let’s get back to our rooms so I can forget their closeness and revel in yours*.
It may have been Passion Sunday at the beginning of the week. But that night a different sort of passion took place.
~~~ 27/03/99 ~~~
Saturday’s session of the Wizengamot was bitty. The august body was going into recess for the Easter holiday. The Mundungus investigation was not complete so that the trial was held over until the next meeting. That seemed to set the pattern of the session; more things were put-off or held-over than decided. Draco and Harry came away feeling dissatisfied. There was one compensation; Hubert Hangdog, Sturgis and Emmeline plus a couple of others accepted an invitation to tea at Number Twelve. The guest seneschals were a little surprised to find Pullet and Phealey invited to the gathering. Hubert and Hamish were already in on the secret and welcomed the pair of elves. The other four guests accepted the idea with aplomb after Draco had explained they were tutors at Hogwarts. After venting their frustration at the inconclusiveness of the meeting, ten people started to swap ideas about reform. Soon the politics were forgotten and more interesting subjects pursued. As with most informal conversations the subjects covered were myriad, and included personal anecdotes.
H: *That wasn’t as bad as I had imagined it*, he sent as they wished their guests farewell.
D: *It was a good start. I thought that Emmeline and Phealey finding a common interest in plants helped*.
H: *Um … Yes … Hubert and Sturgis going to visit an art gallery together, has possibilities*.
D: *Am I allowed to say that your worries were unfounded*.
H: *You may say it, but I still reserve judgement. C’mon lets go home, I’m starting to feel like dinner*.
D: *Never thought of eating you before*.
H: *Yes you have – the broonies don’t have everything you milk out of me, do they*?
Into the cupboard, and three Seneschals ported to the Cottage.
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