Toppers Wallow

Almost too soon, Harry felt the presence of six people in the Apparating Area. Six of the residents went down to meet them, finding Minerva and Lavender as well as the four expected incomers. Once the home party had arrived Lavender went straight back to Hogwarts, having carried out her Apparating duty for one of the invalids. Minerva helped Ernie with his accoutrements and potions, whilst the stretcher party took the three unconscious boys up to the new room under the barn’s eaves. The headmistress stopped for hot chocolate and biscuits.



“Yours was the most successful operation, Harry; mainly because you got all your Muggles beneath some wards. There are still a lot of escaped Death Eaters abroad, wreaking havoc.”



“We need some way of putting up temporary wards, quickly. Trouble is, it took me nearly three days to erect the ones round the cottage. I think Hermione’s mirror shield charm helped us a lot too.”



“Where is Hermione?”



“She’s gone with Ron, to see her parents for a week; then I think they’re returning to the Burrow until term starts.”



“I think I’ll go over to see her about the mirror charms and wards … Mmm … Now, about your patients; after their initial outburst of penitence they have gone completely silent. Poppy thinks the basis is homosexual fear coupled with the aftermath of the Imperio curse. She thinks that a gradually increasing contact with people may draw them out of themselves. You are to defend Ernie’s decisions and not let him be pressured into letting all and sundry come to see them. Too many gawkers may send them into remission.”



“Associating with two gay couples might help, possibly?”



“Two? I’m aware of your attachment to Billy, but another pair?



“Oh dear! Well; as now I’ve let the cat out of the bag, you may as well know. It’s Dean and Seamus.”



“Nice to know; it’s quite a little coterie you’re developing here. Any more Gryffindors I should know about, Ron for instance?”



“No; he’s definitely with Hermione, just as Neville and Luna are a pair.”



“That accounts for all your dorm-mates then. Thanks for the chocolate and updating Harry, but I’d better get back. Don’t forget to support Ernie, will you?”



“No; I won’t. Goodbye Minerva. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks, at school.”



Having seen Minerva off, Harry went to see Ernie. Ernie was trying to shoo the inquisitive stretcher bearers away when Harry arrived.



“Come on Guys; let Ernie have some peace to settle his charges in. Poppy says they need some peace and quiet in order to recover thoroughly. Let’s give them a break, please?”



“Does that mean me, as well, Harry?”



“Yes Billy. I know you know them better than the rest of us. Ernie will let me know when they are fit to receive visitors, until then, give him some peace with them. Please?”



Billy looked at Harry’s earnest face and conceded the point, pouting slightly. The rest of the residents had drifted away and were going to their dormitories, so Billy and Harry followed suit. Once inside their room, Harry took Billy in his arms.



“I think you look adorable when you pout, I nearly kissed you on the spot out there. Do it again, please?”



“What; like this?”



Harry had no need to reply in words, his lips were too busy with Billy’s. It was not long before a trail of clothes led to the bathroom. Two young men washed each other in the shower, stoking up their libidos and erections at the same time. Hot passionate love was on the menu for the next two hours, before they collapsed, sleeping in each other’s arms.



The pair were woken On Tuesday morning by Kreacher.



“Masters, Masters, there’s an old witch to see you in the Apparating Area.”



“Is it Neville’s Grandmother?”



“Yes Master Harry.”



“Would you hand her in for me, please, Kreacher? Offer her some breakfast and tell her I’ll be down to meet her presently.”



“Yes Master.”



“Who’s this Granny, Harry?”



“She’s supposed to be an old dragon. So the grapevine and Neville say.”



“Are you really serious? Dragons are things of legends, surely. Then, not so long ago, I said the same thing about wizards didn’t I? Oh! And you told me about riding on one’s back when we were with Griphook.”



“Yes, and she’s not a real Dragon. It’s just that’s she is old, probably at least a hundred and fifty, and does not suffer fools gladly.”



“Anything I should avoid doing or saying?”



“Not really. You’ve got enough common sense not to make inappropriate remarks. She always looks a bit daunting; I’m not sure if that is because she used to be chief judge of the Wisangemot or the fact of her age. I think she’s here to help me set out my lessons and teach me how to pass on my skills to my students.”



“I wonder if she’s like Samantha, pleasantly bossy, but rather lonely”



“I think Samantha amply makes up for it by organising everybody. I’m so glad she’s not the really bossy type; she’s a real example of serving spirit, she has it and expects everyone else to be the same. Funny thing though, her example really rubs off on people.”



“Yes; it’s her enthusiasm that’s so catching, isn’t it?”



By this time the two young men were showered, dressed and on their way to breakfast. They met Ms Longbottom outside near the practice area, where she was looking around.



“Hello Harry. You’ve got a nice set up here, it brings some nostalgia to mind, but you’ve made alterations too, I see.”



“Hello Ms Longbottom, this is my dear friend Billy.”



“Hello Billy, you seem to be doing Harry some good.”



“Thank you, Ma’am. He does me a lot of good too.”



“Not Ma’am, please. I’m here to help Harry in his new post, and despite my severe reputation I hope to become friends. You could call me Augusta but perhaps that’s too familiar. How about Gran, that’s what Neville calls me.”



“Um … I’d like that; I never knew any of my grandparents either. I’d love to call you Gran.” Harry smiled shyly at Augusta.



“Mmm … Well, Harry. I hear your squad had a resounding success on Saturday.”



“Yes thanks, Gran. A lot of the success was founded upon Lupin’s teaching, you know.”



“Yes, I look after young Teddy sometimes to give Andromeda a rest; she’s in the same situation now that I was in, with Neville. I’ve been friends with the Tonks’s for a long time, such a loss. Never mind, we cannot mope, your double victory, young Harry, has given us all hope for a better future. Minerva says that Hermione’s newly invented mirror charms were very efficacious. You’ll have to teach them to me.”



“Love to; just as soon as we’ve had breakfast … This is our practice ground … so my friends have named it. The scorches are from hex tennis, a little teaching game we’ve invented, it uses the mirror charm … This is my study and the room next door may become my workshop one day. Apart from the floo fireplace, my loo and the secret passage this is all in the basement.” Harry pointed to the relevant doors



“Gran; will you be staying overnight?”



“That depends whether my new grandson asks me, Billy.”



“Will you, please Gran.” Harry tried to look apologetic, but his pleased smile ruined the effect.



“Of course, I’d love to; after all I need a bit of peace and quiet after young Teddy’s screaming and squalling.”



“She can stay in my flat, Harry. I’ll be in with you, so that bed’s going spare.”



“Good idea Billy. You can have your peace and quiet there, Gran; we still have some of our friends left over from Saturday.”



When the trio walked into the patio, Gran had a reserved welcome from the clan, all congratulating her on her appointment. Over breakfast Harry managed to fill Augusta in about their Saturday night party, and about the three young men upstairs. Afterwards Seamus and Dean took Gran to see her room, explaining what they were going to do to make Billy’s flat. Meanwhile Harry went up to see Ernie and his charges. He knocked on the door and waited. Ernie popped his head round the door.



“Hello Ernie, is there anything you need?”



“Come in a minute Harry, our trio are just finishing breakfast.”



Harry came in and saw three minimally clad patients sitting at a table. It was placed between two beds and had two folding seats as well; the beds formed the other two seats. They had various pink scars and patches, good evidence of the physical healing Poppy had given them. However, there was an oppressive silence about them, not the giggling whispering trio that Harry remembered from his brief viewing of them in the choir stalls at church. He also realised that choirboys was a misnomer, for these were men, not much younger than himself.



“Now friends, this is Harry Potter. It is his house you are staying in.”



“Hello, I’m glad we could accommodate you so near to your homes.” Harry smiled in what he hoped was a welcoming way.



The three just stared at Harry unsmiling.



“Would you like a coffee, Harry?”



“Thanks Ernie, yes please.” Harry had already drunk some downstairs, but it felt right to be companionable.



Harry lifted his mug and said, “Cheers,” to the three watchers.



That elicited a response as they all lifted their mugs in some sort of salute. Ernie looked relieved.



“Would you mind sitting with my friends for half an hour please, Harry. Can you play dominoes?”



“Yes. Well I used to be able to.”



“Good. Now breakfast is over my friends will start playing. They like a foursome, but I’m not much good at playing with a partner.”



Carter cleared away the breakfast items, and the red haired boy got out the domino set, indicating that Harry should be his partner. The game started, and Harry’s dim memories began to revivify. He and Red-head lost the first two games, as Harry relearned his skills. They were honours even six all when Ernie returned from his hour or so of fresh air intake. Harry got up, ready to leave; he held out his hand to each of the trio in turn, and they shook it, looking slightly sad. As he went out of the door he heard a voice:



“Please … Come … Back?”



Harry looked round and Red-head was immediately behind him, with tears streaming down his face. Behind him Ernie was miming for Harry to return.



“Okay, I’ll come back. Do you want another game?”



“Yes … Please … Harry … Potter.”



Harry sat down again and some more silent games were played. Coffee and biscuits appeared, so Harry deliberately paused, indicating that the other players should do the same.



“You know my name,” Harry said to Red-head. “What is yours?”



Red-head looked at his two mates and puzzled with himself. Harry sat, biscuit in one hand and coffee mug in the other, trying to exude confidence and expectancy.



“My name? - - - - - My name? - - - - - - My … name … is … Grey.”



“Nice to meet you Grey.” Harry rose and shook hands again.



“Not … go … please stay.” Grey looked as though he was about to cry again, so Harry sat and sipped his drink.



“Will … you … be … friends?”



“Yes. I’ll be your friend. Who are your two mates?”



There was another long silence, as the trio appeared to be silently communing with each other.



“Coal.” A young man with long black hair stood up, and then sat down again.



Now Coal and Grey looked at the third young man, who had mousy short cropped hair. He looked at his fingers, which seemed to be playing piano tunes on the table. Coal and Grey reached out and shook him, none too gently either.



“I am Wash … Please stay … You’re nice.”



Harry smiled at Wash. “I’ll stay if you want me to. What about Ernie, is he not nice also?” Harry wondered if he had been right in asking a negative question, as there was another long and agonising pause.



It was Coal who answered. “He’s our nurse … He’s very gentle … He’s nice too.”



Very slowly, the trio began to talk. They were hesitant, and sometimes there were big silences, especially when Harry broached some subject that was new. It was almost as if the three young men were tasting the subject to see if it were palatable. Lunch came and went; by teatime there was almost as much chat as there was play.



“We feel quite sleepy, Harry.” Coal said, with his eyelids drooping. “Will you be here when we wake up?”



“I will be in the house somewhere, I’m sure Ernie will tell me. Then I will return.”



The trio smiled and shook Harry’s hand, before removing their clothes and climbing into bed. Harry was slightly shocked and thrilled as he saw their upright boners, but tried to hide his recognition of what he had seen.



Ernie saw Harry out. “You’ve done wonders Harry. Most of my communication with them was in sign language, although I did get an occasional yes or no from them. I saw you looking at the other problem. They have permanent erections. As you can imagine, it made for problems in the mixed wards at Hogwarts. It’s not as though they try to do anything about them either. Ah well! One thing at a time I suppose. At least you got them talking. Another day, another problem. Thank you.”



“Do you think they might be persuaded to come out, say … To have a swim?”



“Why not ask them, possibly tomorrow. You will be coming to see them, won’t you?”



“Yes Ernie, no need to worry.”



Before dinner Harry managed to see Augusta, apologising for his lack of contact and explaining why, in some detail.



“It’s all right Harry. Ernie slipped a note to me, so I already knew and I quite understand. I seem to remember a report of an incident like this during the first war with Voldemort. A couple of male Aurors were looking after some others who had had a similar Imperio experience. In the end they had an all male sex orgy. And it released their inhibitions, so be prepared.”



“Ooh Gran. I didn’t realise you would be so understanding.”



“Yes well. In my many years I’ve learnt to be flexible, one of Neville’s uncles is gay; he and his partner are very nice people and have made a success of their veterinary business, using a mixture of magic and medicine. We cannot start hating others who are different; that way leads to Voldemort’s thinking, and now the execrable Master’s trying to rally the remaining Death Eaters; using the same arguments; but what about your three?”



“I must admit they are delectable eye candy, but I love Billy.”



“So? Go and talk to him, maybe even involve him. Seamus and Dean might help too. At least you four are on the same wavelength, so to speak.”



“Gran, I think you are being slightly immoral in suggesting that.”



“Harry, we are unusual people, dealing with very unusual circumstances. As long as we keep our minds attuned to the light, unorthodox cures can be used. Once you start planning with carnality in mind, then is the time I, as your advisor, will start making vociferous protests, that is; if your conscience hasn’t kicked you by then; okay?”



“Yes Gran …” The butler appeared presaging a Muggle. “Master, Father John has arrived to see you.”



“Just what I needed, my travelling conscience. Ask him to come in, please Kreacher.”



“That’s a neat trick, Harry. How did you get him to do that?”



“What? Kreacher? I didn’t; he volunteered himself, via Minerva’s teaching … Hello John … Meet Augusta Longbottom, my advisor, I’ll be calling her Gran. I’m really enjoying that, you know”



John and Augusta shook hands and murmured the usual pleasantries.



“Harry. I hear from Billy that you have my three scallywags in residence. Is it possible to see them?”



“They’re asleep just now, John. I think I wore them out, getting them to speak for the first time. Not that anything of importance emerged. However, Ernie, their nurse in charge, is over the hoop with their progress. If you two will chat for a minute or two I’ll go and see if Ernie can come to talk to us, then we’ll have an idea how the land lies.”



“Right oh! As usual you have things organised.”



When Harry and Ernie reappeared, John and Augusta were laughing at some joke. John rose and offered his hand to Ernie.



“I understand you’re looking after three young parishioners of mine; what’s the news?”



“Today, for the first time, Harry got them talking. They’re sleeping like logs just now, I think the effort overtired them, but it was well worth it. They’re behaving rather like shell-shock victims … Mmm … Poppy said they might.”



“Who’s Poppy?”



“The lady who came and did all that healing, and then persuaded you to let her have the trio,” Harry explained



“Oh; your magical doctor then?”



“You might call her that, yes.”



“So Doctor’s orders are to keep them calm and slowly get them used to society again?”



“Yes. Harry worked wonders with them today. I am a little worried what we’ll tell the parents though.”



“Harry always works wonders. Even with me!” Billy had joined the circle, slightly smelling of turpentine and earning himself a playful punch from his lover.



“You said shell shock didn’t you Ernie?”



“Yes John.”



“Okay! How about; three mischievous boys were exploring the bank of fireworks, probably with intent of letting them off, when the automatic timers burst into action. Being in the midst of a lot of fireworks all that noise must have shocked them, and it would explain away any cuts and burn marks. Although abrasions on their privates may not fit with that story.”



“No need to worry, those were the first to heal and nothing shows.” Ernie put in. “However the sexual abrasion to their minds is something different. We think they may be homosexual and not really admitting it.”



“I have had my suspicions about that for some time. Still they are in the right place to find out, aren’t they Billy?”



Billy coloured slightly. “How long have you known, John?”



“Not known, exactly, had suspicions is more accurate; then the way you and Harry have become friends made me eighty percent certain. Not to worry … Ernie; would it be possible to have a quick look at the sleeping beauties, then I can honestly say I have seen them and therefore allay the parental worries. I imagine you want them to come out before they meet their parents.”



“Yes; it will help their recovery. No immediate visits, please. Maybe if one mum could come over later in the week, with their favourite chocolate cake, or whatever delicacy they all like. The shell-shock-treat-them-gently idea is a very good one, John. It will enable some sort of contact, and staying here will give them some shelter too. That is if you don’t mind Harry?”



“Who me? Of course not. After all, I do still feel responsible for what happened. If parental contact and shelter are needed, then they can stay forever, well not quite forever, but you all know what I mean.”



Ernie took John and Harry up to the dorm-ward. The trio were sleeping soundly and John could easily see the marks where they had been healed. He said a prayer by each bedside and then returned with Harry.



“They\'re healing well aren’t they? I noticed something else too. How long will their excited state exist?”



“That what we’re working on next and the process may be somewhat unorthodox.” Harry blushed as he thought about it.



Of course, John the observer noticed. “Perhaps I should not be told the gory details, Harry. Just remember that your goal is their healing and not your self-gratification.”



Harry blushed again.



“By the way, your Gran and I have some common interest in ancient scripts, I’ve got a couple which she has promised to help me decipher. So if your attention is on my scallywags, you don’t need to worry about her. Both of us have some serious hieroglyphs to understand.”



“Thanks for that John. I will have to get down to serious planning with her next week. By that time I hope our trio are on a more even keel.”



John left and Harry went to see Augusta briefly before retiring.



“I didn’t know you read Egyptian, Gran.”



“I don’t, these are Cretan hieroglyphs, and John thinks there are some biblical references among them.”



“Oh right!” Harry looked uncomprehendingly at Augusta.



“The ancient Minoans had contacts with the ancient Jews, that’s where the connection begins.”



“I understand Gran. I still think it’s too abstruse for me. Goodnight.”



Harry was slightly surprised and greatly chuffed when Gran gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek by way of leave-taking.



After they achieved their dreamlike post-coital lethargy and being privately ensconced with his lover; Harry explained about the orgy idea to Billy. Billy was quiet for a few minutes, making Harry wonder if he’d said the wrong thing.



“Don’t be cross with me, Harry. But I must say I’ve had some lascivious thoughts about what their trousers hid. You’re luckier than I; you’ve had a good look. Come on tell me about them?”



Harry’s descriptions led to two very hard cocks; lethargy disappeared and lascivious actions took over again. Messy bed or not, Harry was too bushed to make a cleaning spell and fell to sleep glued to his partner in cum.