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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}]
~~~ PROBING ~~~
After church, Dinner was going to be slightly late, but it was worth it to have listened to the inspired readings and beautiful music.
Uncle Vernon met them as they came out of church: “Don’t tell me you’ve got religion as well?”
“How do you tell right from wrong if you haven’t?” riposted Draco.
“Our inner voices give us guidance regularly,” added Harry.
“Mmm … Well … Will we be expected to attend if we reside here?”
“Only if you want to, Uncle. Where’re Auntie and Dudders?”
“She’s in our room at the inn, she feels safer there. Dudley’s gone to see his new friends. Oh; there he is. Hey Dudders, have you been to church as well, then?”
“Hi Dad; yes. You missed some inspiring readings and the music was wonderful. Meet my friends; three of them are in the choir. This is Millicent … and Cole … and Grey … and Wash.”
Millicent and the Yates all shook hands with Vernon.
“I’ve booked us a longer stay at the Farmers Arms, Dudders. The firm owes us some leave, so I rang the new manager and told him we were taking some. He wasn’t best pleased, but I no longer care. I got introduced to the local solicitor at lunch and we have an appointment tomorrow. Harry, were all those youngsters at lunch your students?”
“Yes Uncle, a few are Auror trainees, and some are our friends who graduated in August. If you remember, Aurors are our policemen. Why do you ask?”
“I remember. There seem to be an awful lot of them. Do they all go to church?”
“The ones who are here do, a few don’t. We’re not quite sure whether they go because we do, or whether there’s a real spiritual awakening happening, like it has with us and our friends. I think the attitude of the vicar helps. Ah; here he comes, homing in on newcomers as usual. John, this is my Uncle Vernon Dursley and his son Dudley.”
“Hello Dear People, nice to meet you.” John shook hands. “It must have been quite a trial bringing up a budding mage. He tells us all a lovely story about a snake at the zoo. Though most of us haven’t worked out exactly which is truth and which is his invention.”
Dudley blushed: “If I think it’s the one that happened to me, then I got soaked, and Harry got grounded.” Then he giggled.
“Yes it was quite difficult,” ventured Vernon, scowling at Dudley; “for all of us.” Then he looked at Harry meaningfully. “Harry’s aunt is feeling delicate so she’s retired to bed. She’s very wary of strange people.”
“Quite right too,” supported John, “Harry hid us all under the cottage dome when they attacked the village. Now his friends have made a village-wide one and we don’t see any more peculiar persons around, unless you class all these budding mages as such. Oh, Harry? Are Ernie and Lavender around? Only Mrs Pierce was asking for them, she’s beginning to fail, you know. There’s no family and she tends to regard them as the children she never had.”
“They were at the evening service John, try Galina Cottage, if not there, then they’ll have gone to school and be with Poppy at the infirmary.”
“Right oh, Harry, nice to have met you Dear People; bye!” John wandered off down Almoners Row.
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Millicent mass-apparated, with her mates, to the Auror barracks leaving Dudley to go with the Yates to the farm. After arranging to have a look at the cottage on Monday evening, Vernon went back to the Farmers Arms, and the Blakes went to let off sexual steam in their bedroom.
~~~ MONDAY 29/11/99 ~~~
This week was ‘last minute revision week for the seventh-years’. The professors had set papers for them.
“These are the trials for your NEWT’s in the various subjects, you should pass them with ease,” D&H had explained: “It will give you an idea what to expect and give us an idea where to concentrate our teaching.
In reality it gave them all more to worry about. Harry had his preliminary paper to complete on his sergeant’s dissertation on geas. Draco was preparing an equivalent paper to present to the Guild. Blaise, Justin and Hermione had two extra subjects each. Neville, Dean and Seamus were the worst off, having had Augusta’s paper added to their already full portfolio, however Hortulanus helped them. Gregory floundered a bit when Ollivander wanted some written work, but Harry and Draco helped him out wherever they could.
~~~ REVISION ~~~
The Blakes managed an hour or so to show the Dursleys around the academy and their apartment, suitably impressing all three of them and, after they had gone, burnt the midnight oil on their papers and revision. There were still classes to take and essays to mark. By the time the weekend came round the Blakes felt that they could have slept for two days. However there was the Wizengamot Recess Session to attend followed by a tea for the Progressive Party.
~~~ SATURDAY 04/12/99 ~~~
Despite being tired the previous evening the two Blakes were up with the larks the following morning. The recess session of the Wizengamot only lasted until coffee break giving them time to sit quietly in the Tapestry Room.
Molly arrived, looking for her errant husband. She said that Arthur was taking her out shopping and was a little displeased that he had gone to work. Quarter of an hour later he arrived and they disappeared for an hour or two and came back with Hermione and Percy. As at the Burrow, Molly rolled up her sleeves ready to make lunch.
Pop: “No need to labour madam.” Dorothy had appeared. “Perhaps you would like to tell me what you propose; we have a veritable army of house-elves just waiting to help.”
Harry and Draco wandered into the room, having had a quick dip in the roman bath, there were other Dumbledorians with them, many of whom had been Christmas shopping.
Dorothy spotted them: “Ah Masters, there you are. We have many recruits to your elf-corps. We are accommodating them in the spare rooms of Woodyates farm temporarily, if you approve.”
“Yes we approve, thank you Dorothy. Where did they come from?”
“Recent arrests have removed whole families because of their dark allegiances. With no master or mistress in residence the badly treated house-elves are taking the opportunity to taste freedom for a time.”
“But it’s not real freedom!” Hermione protested.
“Perhaps not to your mind, Mistress, but to someone who has been beaten and tortured just for fun, the kind of open minded society that we all practice here is an absolute heaven. Our freedom is in serving equitable masters, not being cast out without any protection whatsoever.”
D: *Well done Dorothy! Nice to have an elf that will stand up to Miss Bossy-boots*.
H: *I agree. She does get overbearing sometimes*.
“They hope that Masters Harry and Draco will have educated their new masters before they are given back their houses.” Dorothy gave the Blakes a hopeful stare. “Only a very minute proportion of us wish to be given clothes and most of those are maimed from abuse.”
“Are they being looked after properly?”
“Yes, Mistress Poppy and her two helpers have that all in hand. Some of the worst cases are without limbs, or so crushed that it will take years to rectify.”
“Perhaps we can help the limbless ones,” Percy suggested, “by making prosthetics for them.”
“Thank you Master Percy, I’ll bear that in mind.”
“Won’t Skelegro work?”
“Not when the limb has been cursed off, Master Harry, it won’t.” Dorothy popped out to supervise the preparations for their meal in the dining room.
That conversation had put fire into the bellies of all the listeners, and they started considering plans how to protect not only the mages and muggles in their neighbourhoods, but also any goblins and house-elves.
Ginevra and Astoria ported over to help with the Progressive Party tea. Once they were seated Harry relayed some of the previous conversation and the various ideas so far formulated. That sparked off a discussion about what they should put in front of the Wizengamot and how the campaign would be shaped to obtain the best results. The Seneschals left, wishing each other the compliments of the season and offering temporary homes for some of the elves. Something that Kreacher was most grateful for.
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Harry’s belated DADA session with Kingsley started with dinner and finished half an hour before Midnight.
Draco found that, Harry being missing, he was able to complete and revise his papers for his presentation to the Guild. He was just finishing when Harry arrived back at the cottage. Being absent from each other had sharpened their appetites for closeness. That closeness led to amorous adventures. Those adventures enlivened their bodies despite the tiredness. Needless to say, they slept very soundly afterwards.
~~~ SUNDAY 05/12/99 ~~~
Minerva, aware of what was happening, arranged a number of light-hearted physical competitions on the Sunday after lunch had settled. She inveigled the Yates to supervise some students-verses-staff jeux-sans-frontiers challenges. She almost ordered her seventh-year students and her younger staff into these games, knowing that their bodies needed the exercise more than their rapidly clouding brains. To begin with there were excuses made, but she overruled them. After a time, the young ones appreciated the respite, throwing themselves into physical exertion with a will. Tired out, her examinees ate a late supper, showered and crawled into bed, intent on nothing else but sleeping soundly.
~~~ EXAMS ~~~
The recipe worked, because by Monday breakfast all the previously-cobwebbed brains were in top form as the examinations commenced. Lessons and examinations were expertly dovetailed; altering the bead-box timetables wherever necessary. Harry’s Sergeants dissertation was perused and questions asked, followed by practical demonstrations of wards, hexes and charms. As well as his paper, Draco had to decipher surprise poison-potions and make antidotes for them. They then faced a clinical analysis of what the examiners had observed and had to give explanations of their intentions and expected results. Their papers were discussed by a panel of adjudicators, and then they faced a barrage of questions, most of them encouraging and sympathetic, but backed by a shrewd logic.
Next, they were doing much the same to their fifth and seventh-year students whilst the examiners quizzed those who were taking Augusta’s course this year. Their student’s exam papers had to be marked, and notes taken where general ignorance existed and where individual tutorials were needed.
~~~ SATURDAY 11/12/99 ~~~
By the end of the week the Blakes felt as though they had been squeezed through a clothes wringer. Awaking late on Saturday morning had their libidos return in force; cuddling turned to frotting, to manipulation and then to full blown sexual antics. A lascivious shower returned them to bed to recover their stamina and the whole process started again. An hour’s snooze before lunch refreshed them enough to be able to have a sexless second shower before descending for the meal. They found that Dean and Seamus, Pullet and Phealey had enjoyed much the same exertions, even Ronald and Hermione looked like cats who had stolen all the cream. Blaise and Gilda were somewhat hollow-eyed, as were Justin and Susan.
After the meal Dudley came round to say that his parents were going to move as soon as possible and that he would be staying at Woodyates with the others. He also asked Harry to go and see Douglas at the station. The Blakes walked back with him as far as the farm and then followed the path under the bridge towards the station.
~~~ PACKAGE ~~~
“Hello Draco and Harry,” Douglas greeted. “I have a strange tale to tell you, come in and sit down, my wife’s minding the ticket office.”
Once they were settled before the roaring wood fire in the front room of Douglas’s warded house sipping tea, he commenced the story.
“Old Fitzsimmons the postman came round earlier-on to deliver our mail. He re-mounted his bike and went to take the cycle path to the village, only he fell off it just by the gate. I went to help him up and he said his bag had slipped. He rode off again and the same thing happened. While I was helping him up I realised that the place where the incident happened was where the tholus started. He was quite shaken by the second fall so I had Marilyn look after him whilst I picked up the bike and his mail bag. Once he was out of sight I tried to carry the sack through the wards, but it wouldn’t budge; quietly I looked inside found a small package addressed to Harry, and removed it. That was the thing that wouldn’t go through the wards, so I hid it. Fitzsimmons drank his coffee, thanked us, and went on his way with the delivery. I kept the package for you Harry; it’s near the station’s apparating place.”
“Thanks a lot, Douglas. We’ll go and have a look at it magically.” Harry also acknowledged Draco’s and Fawkes’s mental admonitions about being careful.
The Blakes worked alternately, one holding a shield and the other probing with care. They tried quite a few curse-detectors until they found some that resonated. After half an hour there were a number of results which they carefully correlated.
“It will be activated when you open it, Harry,” Draco observed.
“It doesn’t seem to be too explosive,” replied Harry.
“No. More like a tracer beam.”
They probed further and found a ward breaking hex.
“Got it! When you open it, it stuns you, destroys the ward dome, establishes a locator beam to whoever sent it, and they come to pick up your insensitive body.”
“Okay. Let’s get the Dumbledorians in on this and lay a trap. We’ll use that ruined barn in the furthest farm fields beyond the tholus. You know, the one with the trees surrounding it, a bit like our garden.”
Draco picked up Harry’s thoughts. After daffodilling the Auror office they thanked Douglas and started to use the medallions to call in reinforcements as they walked to the ruined building; observing a detour walk outside the wards. As they passed near Woodyates they saw Hortulanus. Harry asked if he could have one of their pigs. It took time to get the animal up the slopes, but an hour later they were all assembled round the old barn.
“Thanks for coming guys,” Harry started. “The satraps are planning to stun and kidnap me … … …” Harry explained the happenings up to date.
“Justin, could you charm this pig to look like Harry?” Draco asked. Some of the Dumbledorians thought it would be easier the other way round, causing a few chuckles.
“Yes Draco; how long for?”
“About half an hour after they’ve abducted it, if possible?”
“No longer than an hour. I can do that.”
“Can someone charm this barn to resemble Chantry Cottage, please?” asked Harry.
Blaise volunteered.
“Okay guys; this is how it goes,” explained Blaise. Herms and I will set up a dome of mirror-wards around the barn. I will make it look like the cottage. The pig will look like Harry – no more comments please – then he’ll open the package by remote charm with Draco holding a shield over him. You are all to be in hiding in the trees; once the package is open we expect it will bring some satraps to capture Harry, we spring out and capture them. Susan and Hannah will try to ensnare the beam and isolate it. Draco suspects it will lead to Malfoy Manor, so we will use it later to attempt to get in. We’ll let them have the pig if necessary.”
There were a few questions before the plan went into action. Mackenzie, the Aurors’ representative, arrived as they were nearly ready; Draco gave him a quick run-down.
Justin’s charm was very lifelike, only it grunted instead of talking. Blaise excelled himself, the room where the pig lay looked just like Harry’s study, and Justin’s outside glamour was an accurate facsimile of Chantry Cottage. Harry started his false hands forward until he could feel the package via the Weasley-invented extendable-hand charm. Opening a small package with gloved hands and not being able to see what you were doing was quite difficult. Harry struggled; dropping the package twice before the bindings started to ease. There was a quiet pop, and a rush of air.
A six-foot wide beam of magic light burst from the parcel, it stunned the pig-look-alike and carved a hole through Hermione’s and Ron’s recently fabricated tholus. Blaise made a hole appear in the pretend roof as the light burst through. The tube went south-south-westwards in a high arc, landing somewhere a long way beyond the horizon.
“I’ve captured the spell!” yelled Katie.
“And I have a tracer attached to the pig,” called out Angelina.
Two satraps rode the light-tube on broomsticks, landed and attached a Portkey to the pig, which disappeared. A number of stunning and binding spells shot out and two struggling satraps fell to the ground in the de-glamorised barn. Mackenzie took charge of them just as the light-shaft winked out.
“Sorry Harry, we couldn’t capture it,” Hannah apologised.
“Doesn’t matter too much, I have the charm formula,” said Katie, “and Angelina has a tracer beam.”
“It has gone into another warded dome, Harry. So I’ve detached it from where the pig was and fastened it to a tree. This end’s anchored in the old fireplace here, where that red mark is. It’s almost invisible so I hope it won’t be detected.”
“Well done guys. I wonder what they will do with the pig when they find out?” Harry joined in the general mirth.
“I think you know this one, Harry,” observed Mackenzie. “The other one is Lonsdale, we’ve been after him for some time. Thank you all for the capture.”
The Members looked at an unmasked Domenici Garratt and a couple of them also recognised Lonsdale; then Mackenzie disapparated with his two encapsulated prisoners.
Hermione and Blaise were a little sore from having their charms broken, but still had enough magic to make an inverted sack trap, placing it at the end of the tracer beam, just in case.
As they went back towards Chantry Cottage, the Blakes went into a huddle with Angelina.
“How far do you think the tracer stretches, Angelina?”
“About ninety-one magi-leagues, Draco.”
“Hmm … About what I expected … I’m almost sure now that it leads to Malfoy Manor … Once it’s thoroughly dark let’s follow it. I doubt we’ll be able to get in, but we might just have a peek to see if it is my old home. What we need is one of their rings.”
“I’ll floo Mackenzie if you like.”
“Better not. At least, not until after we’ve made a recce.”
“Okay!”
“Don’t forget it’s the Vance’s dinner tonight, Draco.”
“I had! Recce tomorrow then, Partner?”
“Erm yes! They might be expecting an immediate return attack. So a delay might be good tactics.” Blaise entered the conversation.
“You will be careful, won’t you boys?” was Hermione’s contribution, as expected. Her remarks were backed up by Astoria and Ginevra.
Those remarks elicited the usual withering looks from the males concerned.
“It’s just a look-see – no heroics – we promise; a couple with us and a couple here who know what’s going on. If what we expect is true, then is the time to come back and start planning. If it is the Manor and it’s their headquarters, then we’ll need every Dumbledorian and a large posse of aurors. Right?”
“AGREED!”
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Back at Chantry Cottage, D&H showered and dressed themselves carefully. Going to Bagshot Cottage they collected the equivalently attired girls and walked back, porting to Number Twelve. Being important Seneschals Kingsley had commandeered one of the Ministry limousines. Thus four partnered pairs were taken in style from Number Twelve to the Vance’s stately home – the other pair being Hubert and his wife. This was to be a social gathering; although not banned, political discussion would be frowned upon. Through the widow Emmeline’s good contacts a few more of the middle-ground seneschals had been added to their numbers. Making them feel welcome and their ideas valued was the name of the game and the extent of the politics that night. Through this gathering Harry began to get the feel of moderate pure-blood attitudes which, in certain ways differed from Draco’s more traditional ones. He was intrigued by the way Astoria steered Ginevra through the mass of intricate manners. In much the same way that Draco was doing for his pet Gryff.
It was not too late when the limmo dropped them at Number Twelve and they ported to the cottage ready for sleep.
~~~ PEDIGREES ~~~
Church was crowded on Sunday. Millicent disdained the transepts and managed to sit close to Dudley, alongside the Dursleys. She managed unobtrusively to help them with their books, receiving from and giving adoring looks to the son. Draco, Harry and the other professors and tutors sat in the squire’s gallery, to help make room. Glancing up at the nave gallery Draco noticed four saxophonists and drew Harry’s attention to them.
During the matches afterwards, Dudley and Millicent were nowhere to be seen. However, the two trenchant eaters could not forego their food, reappearing, slightly flushed, just before everyone sat down to Parish Lunch.
“Does she come from a good family?” Vernon enquired of Draco.
“Yes Uncle, her line goes back before the Doomsday Book.”
“Oh dear! We’re nowhere near that.”
“Being Harry’s relation might help, you know.”
“Oh! So it might … Well I never.”
The Blakes watched Uncle Vernon undergo another transformation in his thinking.
~~~ RECCE ~~~
Just before dark Mackenzie apparated in: “Would you like an official back-up when you go exploring, Sergeant? I’ve got two rings.”
“How did you know that we were?” Harry blurted, and then his title dawned on him: “Oh, so I’ve passed, have I? Great!”
“Yes. Kingsley guessed that you would have a look-see, and you’ve just confirmed it, haven’t you?” Mackenzie beamed at them.
Hermione held out her hand: “Give me one of the rings, please, and I’ll transfer charm these other rings for our little team to use.”
“We don’t plan any action, just a recce to see where the pig went. Draco’s almost sure the tracer leads to Malfoy Manor. He knows a few secret ways to get in, then, once it’s confirmed, we want to involve every available Auror and Dumbledorian volunteers in some form of attack. Not immediately, but in a few days’ time, when they’ve got bored with extra lookout duty.”
“We would like Blaise to be involved in the planning, he’s one of our best tacticians,” suggested Draco.
“Agreed, plus you two and Hermione, of course; as Kingsley and I will represent the Aurors.”
“We’re happy with that,” agreed Harry, at Draco’s inner prompting.
Fawkes was flying around and added his support to the scheme.
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