Toppers Wallow

Harry was happier in the morning, although his demeanour was less ebullient. The crowd were still eating breakfast when Samantha and her ladies arrived in the dining room.



“Hello Samantha, Ladies. Who let you in?”



“Your Butler I presume, he was very courteous and shook our hands. Ah, here he is.”



“This way mistresses, please.”



Harry looked at the man who seemed to be in his early fifties and greying slightly at the temples. He was dressed in a dark tail suit with a grey waistcoat and shiny buttons. Harry had never seen him before, but there was something vaguely familiar in the way he walked. Gripping his wand tightly and pointing it at the personage Harry followed his ‘butler’ into the tent. When he turned round, the butler’s image seemed to flicker for a moment when it saw a very suspicious Harry glaring at him.



“Master, please let me explain before you hex me into oblivion.”



For the second time Harry had this feeling of familiarity. And so forbore from the hex forming on his lips, hoping he was doing the correct thing.



“Master, please forgive Kreacher. I did not want to frighten you. I would have told you yesterday when Winky and I arrived back, but you seemed too preoccupied.”



“Kreacher? Is that you, under there?” Harry’s familiarity feelings intensified.



“Yes Master. You see we went to see Professor Headmistress McGonagall and she taught us self-transformation. I knew the Muggles were coming here and that we’d have to hide away, so the Professor Headmistress said she would help us. Can we go where the Muggles can’t see us then I can be myself for a bit, please”



Harry went down to his study and Kreacher changed into his normal form.



“If Master is cross with me I’ll iron my hands.”



“No, no I’m not cross with you. You just gave me a shock, that’s all.”



“Oh dear.” Kreacher started beating his head against the wall. “Bad Kreacher, bad Kreacher, shocked master, shocked master.”



“Kreacher! KREACHER! STOP THAT INSTANTLY or I shall be cross.”



“Yes Master, I’ll go and get the iron.”



“No you won’t. You’ll stay here and listen.”



“Yes Master.”



“I think you did the correct thing. It was a very good idea of yours. Perhaps next time you’ll tell me, even if I am preoccupied. How does Winky appear?”



“She looks like a slim maid, in a black dress and white pinafore in the public rooms. She’s happier and prefers to be the fat cook in a white overall though. That’s for when she’s in the kitchen.”



“We’d be quite content if she appears as the cook, even in the public rooms, if she’s happier with that. Will you tell her, please?”



“Yes Master, can I go and get the iron now?”



“No! You are never to iron your hands, or hit yourself with a poker, or bang your head against the wall again, do you hear me?”



“Yes Master.”



Harry wondered whether Kreacher would do something else to punish himself, but put away the thoughts until that something happened. “Kreacher, listen to me.”



“Yes Master.”



“I approve of what you thought out. It is a very good idea. How do you know who to let in?”



“Only the ones you know and who are on the side of light, Master. I test them as I shake hands with them.”



“What would you do if Draco Malfoy turned up?”



Kreacher seemed to withdraw into himself for a minute. Then a puzzled expression appeared on his face. “Err … Master … Don’t be cross! I would let him in.”



“I’m not cross, not at all. In fact you have confirmed what I felt about him when I met him in Diagon Alley. What about his Father, Lucius?”



“No Master, never Master. He’s evil, Master.”



“Well done Kreacher. I can feel someone at our door, will you see who it is, please.”



“It’s Father John, Master. I can feel his aura already.” Kreacher transformed into Carter and tottered upstairs. He soon returned with John in tow.



“Father John, Master.” Kreacher announced in a hollow plummy voice.



“Hello Harry My Boy, peace be with you.”



“Peace be with you too, John. Good morning.”



“I didn’t know you had a butler.”



“I don’t! Someone who looks after me is acting in that role at the moment, that’s all.”



“Yes I see. He doesn’t look like Billy, how did you do it?”



“It’s all right; Billy is whole, round and red haired still. It’s someone else; I seem to have gathered a tubby cook from the same source, too. How can I help?”



“It was more of a reporting in job really, just to say we have everyone accounted for except our three mischievous ones, and I imagine they’ll be around later if there’s free food on offer. Can you find a place for three wheelchairs? Only there are three bed-bound people whom I’d like to have under your wings.”



“No problem, do they need to be kept quiet?”



“One of them does, the other two will be happy just watching and drooling.”



“So if we convert the study, there’s a loo next door. Or she can go into one of the bedrooms upstairs, they all have loos too.”



“It’s a he, by the way. I’ll chat to the son and daughter-in-law and see what they think. They’ll only come if his dad can.”



“Okay, have you got transport? No doubt you’ve seen we collected the chairs and tables.”



“Yes. Our verger thought we’d had thieves, until I told him you borrowed my key.”



“Vicars aren’t supposed to lie to their parishioners.”



“Mages aren’t supposed to magic items from behind locked doors either.”



“Touché! Anything more?”



“Not really, but I’d better go and do my benign priest act and wander round the ladies telling them how wonderful they all are.”



“I’ll join you and play solicitous host, if I may.”



Harry looked out of his window and saw his friends playing hex tennis. On his worried double-take the shields looked more solid, and the fireball had become a tennis ball.



“That’s an interesting game they’re playing Harry, a sort of padder tennis is it?”



“Something like that, it hones up the reflexes to repel undesirable objects. We had a private teach-in yesterday, and they are developing the rules at the moment.”



“A sort of defending against deadly activities game?”



“Yes. We call it DADA for short, but you have the gist of it. I have been asked to tutor the students in it, at college. It’s a great honour.”



“Well done, so your friends will be celebrating your promotion then.”



“Sort of! I think that this discussion shouldn’t go beyond us though.”



“So the deadly is very accurate … I see … What it really means is you’ve taken on more responsibility. If you’re on God’s side, which I know you are, joys come out of the angst of leadership. I shall respect your confidence and pray for you daily, Mage Harry.”



“Thank you Father John. I just hope we can adequately defend your flock for you later on today.” Harry snapped out of his sombre mood and led the way upstairs. “Come on we’ve got to engender peace and happiness in our followers.”



Somehow Samantha had inveigled the boys into hanging bunting and the girls into arranging flowers, the marquee was a hive of activity. Harry used his eyes very carefully and noticed balls of bunting flying extra long distances, or flowers subtly changing colour, not that it was blatant. His friends were having fun; the Muggles were unaware so he let things lie. He did see John’s eyebrows lift occasionally though.



“I see you are as observant as I am. John.”



“It’s very subtle isn’t it? I’d rather imagined big flash bang.”



“We can do that as well, and may have to tonight. That’s why we’ve laid on some fireworks.”



“Thought of everything have you?”



“I wish I had. Ron, our strategist, is out having a look see, so that we can deploy as effectively as possible. He’s the college wizard chess champion.”



“I hope the other side don’t see him. If he’s around tomorrow I’ll challenge him. I used to be good at chess too.”



Harry burst out giggling, imagining John’s face if he saw a wizard chess game. Luckily John didn’t see him, for he had turned to talk to Samantha.



“Harry,” she gushed, “Your friends are working wonders.”



“I’m so glad they are able to help, Samantha. I think they’re enjoying it. You’re doing such a good job in organising them.”



Samantha preened and it was John’s turn to giggle.



“Why, thank you. Your butler says that you have enough crockery and cutlery and he’ll put it out this afternoon, while we have a rest. I must say he’s very considerate.”



Soon all the decorations were up, and tables ready. Samantha took a satisfied look round, and shooed her ladies and helpers on to the patio, where a suave Carter served coffee and biscuits before her helpers left to prepare the food. John left with them. Once the door closed behind them the butler melted into a more familiar figure.



“Okay Kreacher, where’re all the plates coming from?” Harry asked.



“Kreacher talked to Professor Headmistress McGonagall, Master, and she lent some from Hogwarts”



Kreacher clicked his fingers and the crockery, glassware and cutlery appeared, all set out and in order.



“Well done Kreacher anything else?”



“Hogwarts kitchens are on standby, once we’ve seen what the Muggles bring then we can augment their dishes. When there are Muggles in the house the food will appear in the kitchen and I’ll put them on the tables.”



“And when there aren’t any Muggles you’ll do it the other way. Well thought out.”



“Thank you Master.”



Recreation held sway after lunch and at teatime Ron held a logistics conference. The magical people went off to prepare, and the Muggle refreshments began to arrive. Harry watched his butler at work. A small plate of sandwiches would arrive, one would disappear and a few moments later the plate was fuller. Mr Foley had had a chat with Carter, and two of his gang volunteered to man the bar. Winky had made two large barrels full of Butterbeer, and one of special cider. There was also a kiddie’s bar with all kinds of exciting coloured drinks, two of Samantha’s helpers had been volunteered to supervise that. Just after tea the covers went on the swimming pool, and, when no one was looking, a small stage appeared at the far end.



Justin had been busy with various broomsticks; he hadn’t transformed them, merely put a glamour on them so that the Muggles saw them as bicycles. The patrols rode out, staying close to the ground and pretending to pedal whenever anyone was looking. Mr Foley’s pickup ferried the wheelchair people in, and then went to collect other housebound people. The couple and their invalid dad were happy that he watched and drooled for a bit, saying that they would move him into Harry’s study if things got too much for him. The guests were all gathered without any magical incident and at just before seven thirty a hush settled on the crowd.



A small robed procession was coming up the lane, flanked by some more friendly cyclists. Father John was in full regalia and accompanied by most of his choir and servers. Once the small procession had come to a halt outside the door, Harry stepped out into the lane and bowed to John.



“Worshipful Father of Souls, I, Harry James Potter, bid you welcome in friendship and in peace.”



“Venerable Mage, I, John Terence Green, greet you in the love of the Lord Jesus.”



“Worshipful Father, please grant me a boon, and bless my humble abode?”



“Venerable Mage, I will do so most willingly.”



Harry stood to one side whilst John said a brief prayer and shook holy water on to the doorstep. “May all who enter come in peace.”



“Those who come in peace will be received in peace.”



Harry opened the door for John to enter.



John managed to whisper as he passed Harry, “Those three are missing still.”



“I’ll send out some patrols to look for them specially,” was the sotto voce reply.



Each area and room in the house was blessed with appropriate words ending up with a hymn sung on the patio, with the congregation in the marquee. Harry had managed to warn Ron of the missing three so he went off to organise a search party.



“Welcome Father John and friends. Thank you for turning out for the blessing of my house. To prove how peaceable we intend our relationships to be, we have a repast and entertainment for you. Feel free to take your ease and enjoy yourselves.” Harry offered John a glass of Butterbeer and once he had drunk from it everyone started chattering at once. The band started playing and quite a few couples wandered into the bath tent, to start dancing on the slightly springy floor.



At least an hour into the proceedings Ron took Harry aside. “We can’t find them, I’ve had to withdraw the search parties as we have visitors coming and we need to be in position to receive them. Hermione detached herself and started to darken the wards imperceptibly. This had two effects. The celebrators thought sunset was upon them, and, of course, compensatory fairy-lights went on all over the cottage and garden. The second effect was to slowly obscure what was going on inside from any curious onlookers, substituting a vision of trees moving in the breeze. Salient features of the cottage remained visible, however.



There was a knock on the door. Harry already knew it was Marcus, so, gripping his wand, he answered the door.



“Mr Potter, how nice to see you, I am sure a masterly friend will be very interested in your whereabouts. You have some sort of celebration going on, I hear. My we come in?”



“I take it you can show me your invitation, since this is a private party, after all.”



“I’m afraid we seem to have left them behind.”



“Oh what a pity, maybe you can return and find them?”



“I’m afraid not. However we do have something that might persuade you to change your mind about letting us in.”



Marcus clicked his fingers. Three of his henchmen appeared holding three naked and very aroused older choirboys. Harry felt sure that two of the captors were the pair who had been guarding Malfoy on Thursday, Marcus turned and clicked is fingers again and the choirboys were released; they started to buck and grind in a most lewd way. Harry heard a gasp behind him; John stared out at his three charges’ antics in horror.



“Stay behind me, whatever happens, John. If you go out there they will have you stripped and doing the same thing. Ron, restrain John lightly, please.” All this Harry said as quietly as possible.



“I see you have the Holy Father with you … Reverend Sir, see how your flock behave when you are no longer there to supervise their morals,” Marcus sneered.



The floor show grew in intensity and the red head walked up to Marcus. “Toss me off brother dear, I so love it when you do.” Marcus’s hand grabbed the youngsters cock and started twisting it backwards and forwards. Despite the pain registering on the young man’s face he pleaded for Marcus to do it more fiercely.



“Harry we need five more minutes,” whispered Ron.



“So that’s one of the tricks you can make them do Marcus. What about the other two?” Harry asked.



“I’ll show you them in a minute, just watch this.”



Marcus ceased twisting the raw cock and started to pump it instead. The young man was near the boil and soon took up a cumming stance. The spunk when it came was red, having the appearance of blood; however Harry sensed that it was a misused transfiguration charm. John did not, however and started to cry. Hermione gently removed him, taking him up to her bedroom and giving him a soothing potion, trying to explain about colour changes.



The next young man was impaled on the last young man’s over-engorged penis; they acted out pain and lust, rolling their eyes and talking filth. Eventually the young man in the rear curled round the other one taking his cock into his mouth, soon bloody spunk was dribbling out of both of the upright boy’s apertures.



“Are these substitute invitations enough, or do you want a further demonstration?”



Harry remained silent, hoping he looked impassive.



Marcus clicked his fingers again. Three ropes uncoiled themselves and hung suspended from something Harry couldn’t see. The young men were still hard, conscious and gyrating lewdly. A loop in the end of each rope was fastened tightly behind each young man’s balls and his legs were kicked from under him, leaving him with his back to the ground. Very gradually the tension on the ropes tightened. Slowly the young men’s bottoms rose off the ground to relieve the pulling pain. Their agonised yells started to pierce the night as their bodies arched ever higher and higher.



“Ready.” Whispered Ron.



“You have taken things too far Marcus, release them.”



“Or what? I have twenty Death Eaters against you and a couple of young wizard friends. The odds are in our favour. Open up.”



Marcus drew his wand but Harry was faster and cast Incendio at one of the ropes, and then a reflecting charm, giving Marcus his Incarcerous back. He fell struggling and looking extremely surprised. Simultaneously, two further fire spells had severed the other ropes and both firework displays got under way. Whoever was keeping the Imperio on the three boys was distracted and they were released and crawled out of the way, disappearing. Some of the death eaters tried Incendio spells on the reflecting wards and found themselves on fire, others had tried Marcus’s spell and were struggling bound on the floor. Then the troops rode in on their broomsticks; silencing the bound ones, ignoring the burning ones and engaging the survivors. It was a savage fight and some few defenders had burns to prove it, Marcus and his squad, wands forfeited and reduced in numbers by one third were herded into the Apparating Area under guard. Harry hoped no one had escaped to tell the Master.



Hermione and a lightly sedated John helped to put salves on burns until Poppy could come on her rounds. Ron sent out a search party for the boys, but it was soon recalled.



Justin was leading his party to use the secret tunnel’s exit. As he came out he found the three boys huddled naked, sore and weeping in one of the recesses. It took a lot of gentle persuading for them to trust their rescuers enough, and for them to accept a covering and some warm soup. It took more coaxing to get them through the passage. They seemed to be more afraid of the female rescuers than the men, but not by very much. John was overjoyed to see them when they came into the makeshift hospital.



“Oh Father. We didn’t go anywhere near that farm, honest we didn’t. Then these men came and they promised us all kinds of delights. We got separated, and they bound us and disappeared. An ugly old witch appeared and stripped us, and played with us and we got hot …”



“We didn’t go there, but we got there somehow, and this man Alec something made us dance naked, and he interfered with us and some of his mates did too and we got hot again …”



“There was a man with funny eyes, once we saw them we couldn’t pull away. He told us you were the enemy and we had to destroy you, he said you did nasty things to the children and you’d do them to us. We tried not to believe him, but he was so very persuasive …”



“Boys, boys. You are safe and with friends, the nasty people are dead or in custody. We know you tried to resist, but some grown ups are too strong for you, still.”



There was a little more of the same conversation, but then the boys seemed to withdraw into themselves. Meanwhile the party downstairs went on unabated and unknowing, enjoying the fireworks, and the dancing, and the food, and the company. Outside a party of Aurors arrived and took the remaining Death Eaters into custody, arranging with Harry to take depositions after church on Sunday. Poppy arrived, using the attached bathroom as a clinic, she saw each injured person individually. John was the most surprised to see burns gone, and cuts a faint scar, as former patients came out whole.



Poppy saw the three boys last, and together. “They need special attention, John; I am unable to do that here. It would be best if they were to come with me for a couple of days and stay in one of our private wards. However they are Muggles.”



“How long do they require?” John asked.



“Three days at the most.”



“Right! Take them. I’ll tell the parents it was a fireworks accident and they’re in a special sterile unit having their injuries seen to. No visitors for a couple of days.”



Hermione and Ron went with the three boys, they were charmed and Apparated for travel and taken to a side ward in Hogwarts.



John took the parents aside and explained what had happened. As they trusted him they accepted his story; he also told them that he would advise them when the boys could be visited. A party of Harry’s friends cleared the charred remains away, leaving a fireworks smell where the incident was supposed to have taken place, thus adding authenticity to John’s story. Most of the revellers continued merrymaking. At the end of the evening; thanking their brave-faced host for a marvellous time, the partygoers returned home unmindful of the tragedy of the attack.



As soon as the last guest had gone Harry ran up to his room, distraught.



Dean quickly found Billy and sent him up to his lover.



“I had to wait or get my friends killed. I had to watch while he tortured those young men. I’m sure he knew it might arouse me sexually. Worst still; it did.”



Billy hugged a sobbing Harry and listened to the two supportive voices for nearly half of the night.