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Rise of the Cannonites	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 12612 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters. I am just having fun with them and I don't make money that way.

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Title: Rise of the Cannonites
Pairings: GideonxArthur, BreccxGeorge, ViktorxCharlie and BillxFleur ect.
Summary: A spin-off story of 'I did not sleep with that wizard!' focusing on the Weasley-Prewett family. Tracks the family's rise to fame (or is it infamy?) as a Quidditch Dynasty.

Chapter 9
They hadn’t gotten around to baby shopping yesterday because Brecc’s knee was stiff after making sense of the office finally so they decided to take the morning off the next day.
Brecc didn’t want to deal with Diagon Alley so soon after the attack there so they decided to visit the same baby store in Paris that George’s partner Harry had shopped.
George agreed because he was curious about Paris having only left Britain to visit Bill in Egypt a few years back.
It was lovely…
They walked into Charlene’s and George fell in love.
He spotted the wrought iron carriage crib and squeezed Brecc’s hand, pointing it out, “They would be perfect…”
Brecc laughed, “Princesses? Well the first set of female twins in the Montague line in generations well I suppose it is quite appropriate.”
George’s face fell at the price…
Brecc sighed and gestured for a shop girl, “My bonded is much enamoured with this bed. We would like to purchase two of them. He can have anything else he fancies. We’re expecting twin girls our selves and will become guardians of another little girl in September or October. So we’re shopping for three. Galleons George are no object, I want only the best for our daughters.”
George hugged him impulsively, “Thank you…”
Brecc knew that life with his ‘mother’ had been unhappy at least and the Weasleys especially by Draco had been insulted for their poverty.
Everything they had had been second hand or hand-me-downs. It infuriated to know his George had been treated unfairly. He should have told Draco to lay off…
George exclaimed over the Jewelled Crown iron changing table nearby and the soft pad that would cradle an infant that was paired with it. He darted around touching the large pale pink double armoire dresser that was crowned with a moulding that made it reminiscent of a castle, “This is perfect…”
Brecc nodded, gesturing for it to be placed on his tab as well.
George found a wall scone and a floor lamp charmed with lumos that the he adored.
Brecc was quite enjoying this little shopping trip but requested a padded stool chuckling in French to the shop girl that with three infants to provide for that his bonded might be awhile.
The girl twittered, “Yes… you are a kind bonded to give him such freedom. I hope I am so lucky.”
Brecc shook his head replying in French, “No it is I who is lucky.”
George darted here and there choosing this and that, turning to Brecc to see if it was alright.
Brecc smiled at him, “Choose whatever you like. I trust you.”
He found a large rug decorated with pink roses and blue-silver vines that he had to have and added it to the list.
There was a set of pure white bedding with pink bows that would be lovely but George hoped his princesses wouldn’t have his red hair.
George chose wall decorations including a lovely tapestry of a castle with pink roofed towers.
There was an adorable toy box with a couch like top…George had to have it.
He kept picking things out for his girls when he remembered his niece. The poor girl, her parents didn’t want her…
How could he have forgotten her as well?
Brecc noticed something was wrong with George and limped to him, leaning on his cane, “What’s wrong?”
George sniffed, “I forgot her…”
Brecc hugged him, “It’s alright, we’re setting up a room for her. A room right next to Fenice and Galiene’s remember? She’ll have her own room and all her own things. All the girls will have their own things. When they are babies it won’t matter so much if the twins share but when they get old enough to have favourite colours or animals we’ll get them. Not enough to seem like we spoil them, just enough so they know that we know what they like and Clarine will never want for affection. We won’t be her parents but we’ll be her beloved uncles who love her to pieces.”
George let Brecc reassure him; his emotions were all screwed up because of the pregnancy probably. Which was why he was so angry with Ron, Ginny and Fred…right?
Brecc kissed his hair, “Come on. Clarine deserves something as epic as princesses for her room. Why don’t you pick something nice? Maybe a crib and changing table similar to her cousins’?”
George kissed him and smiled, “You’re the best.” Then he scurried off to examine the other themes for girls.
Brecc floated the stool along behind him while he followed George.
They both decided on the fairy theme at the same table falling for the same lavender fairy painting.
Then George was selecting another wrought iron crib, this one was pink and scalloped and a changing table from a design line called Magic Garden. Soon he had chosen a armoire dresser with a mirrored door and a fairy toy box. There was a lilac printed infant rocker he had to have and a flowered chandelier with a matching ceiling medallion.
George’s usually good humour was restored and he finished choosing furniture before turning to clothing to fill the dressers and armoires.
He liked dresses but with his luck his girls would probably hate them…
Well he could buy them anyway, until they got old enough to complain.
By the time he was ‘done’ for the moment anyway George did not want to know how much he spent.
Brecc signed the bill to have it charged to their personal vault that had been completely given to him at the time of their bonding. Before he only had a small allowance but now that he was bonded and a real adult with responsibilities so he can access to the principal.
Brecc paid without caring about the cost and had them agree to send it by packing portkey the next day before taking George out to a celebratory meal at his favourite restaurant.
XoooooX
Charlie had agreed to rent his old Head of House’s cottage in Hogsmeade for the next year.
They were greatly assisted with the moving in by his grandfather’s house elves.
They had arranged their bedroom first, putting it in exactly the same way it had been in Romania.
Then they went to unpack the rest of the house.
Their kitchen and pantry were filled with food as well as Charlie’s dishes and silver.
His grandmother had surprising gifted them with new furniture for their living room.
It was cosy their house…
It was only a year and Charlie already missed his first home but this was nice too.
They found the house arranged quite comfortably with the exception of their study which was still filled with shrunken furniture and boxes.
Viktor refused to let him cook and sent an elf to the best restaurant in town with orders for that evening’s specials as well as a sack of galleons to cover their meal.
Charlie curled up in Viktor’s arms, wondering how in Merlin’s name he ended up so lucky.
XoooooX
Bill stole all of the nursery things that Fleur and her mother Apolline had picked out for their son. He had floated them into a bag that closely resembled his briefcase that had an undetectable extending charm on it before flooing to Shell Cottage to meet Augusta Longbottom and her elves.
“You know she’ll be very angry when she finds out you messed with her nursery.” Augusta warned.
Bill flushed, “I had her sketch of what she wanted. She just hadn’t found a proper room at the Château.”
Augusta gestured at a nearby elf, “Rila will help.”
Bill floated everything out of the bag, “Thanks Augusta.”
“If preparing your house fulfils our debt I will be happy to assist.” Augusta shrugged.
“The garden? How is the garden?” Bill asked curious.
“I put Neville and my brother-in-law Alger Wood in charge of it. They are herbologists so they can deal with it. I believe they plan to prune and weed returning it to its original glory.” Augusta gestured carelessly. “The sunroom is finished just as you requested and the easel as well as the painting supplies including a roll of canvas and a variety of framing wood are arranged in closet so she can build her own canvases. The paints are in the chest as you requested in the exact order she prefers. The stool is precisely set before the easel.”
Bill darted to the sunroom and grinned, “It’s perfect.”
In the shaded corner was perfect for a bassinet and later a playpen for Louis as he grew. Fleur could paint while being sure of his safety.
It would be brilliant and Fleur would love it…
Hopefully, she wouldn’t kill him for borrowing her nursery items and having it set up as a gift.
XoooooX
Michael begged of working at Whiz-Hard so he could go baby shopping.
Ginny was at home pouting.
She lived to make him miserable.
Michael sorely regretted ever getting involved with her but he wanted their daughter to grow up loved. He’d take her everywhere…
His father was a fool if he thought Ginny would discover a mothering bone in her body after the baby was born. He’d be lucky if Ginny didn’t insist on returning to Gryffindor Tower.
Michael certainly wouldn’t insist that she share his apartment, he would never leave her alone with his daughter. He just couldn’t trust his bonded…
He hoped that she kept her distance from Harry Potter; he very much doubted that whoever he was pregnant by would be too forgiving. If Harry was pregnant then he wouldn’t be accepting of her advances.
Michael walked into the Diagon Alley baby store; he wanted a garden room for Michelle.
Princess was too common and well he liked flowers…
Nothing like roses which was overused in his opinion…
Michael didn’t know what flowers he wanted but he’d figure it out…
He wanted the nursery at Pembroke Park to be painted purple and yellow he knew that.
Pink was too commonly used and Michael wanted to be different. After all he was sure he’d ended up divorced eventually…
Then again Ginny wasn’t entirely stable, perhaps, she’d end up in the Janus Thickey ward at St. Mungos. He wouldn’t be callous enough to divorce her then…
He wandered around the store until he found the Magic Garden theme set up beside the Fairies.
Michael was in love…
He caressed the wrought iron crib, the changing table and everything. He bought everything from the crib to the outdoor bench.
Insisting it be sent to Pembroke immediately.
Michael was saddened; the birth of a child should be a happy affair. It should be celebrated…
Yet only he was happy about Michelle’s impending arrival…
Michael sighed and returned to Whiz-hard Books. His father believed he should work his way up and learn his way around the business so he and his younger Stephen twin were expected to work all vacations since they were fourteen.
XoooooX
Greg had summoned one of his elves and had them prepare Lanesborough for them and then he flooed his beautiful bonded to his home.
He covered her eyes and led her outside to the front of the house. Then he removed the green silk blindfold and grinned, “Welcome home.”
It was smaller than Weasley Hall but it was homey with a Tudor-esque quality.
Mal fell in love at once. She kissed him rapturously, “This is really ours?”
Greg nodded, “Always.”
They walked around the grounds, Greg showing her all his favourite haunts before walking her up to the nursery.
Mal blushed, exploring everywhere and satisfying herself that it was perfect.
“These were mine and Giselle’s. I know that some people like new,” Greg started.
“No!” Mal said sharply, “I want them to have something that belongs to you. They have a legacy. She should be proud to have these things.”
Greg smiled, “I’m glad you think so too…”
“We’re bonded; we ought to be of one mind.” Mal laughed.
Greg kissed her, “Are you sure you’re not older than me?”
Mal grinned, “Maybe, who knows?”
“Cheeky.” Greg said giving her behind a playful swat that made her jump and press into him in revenge.
He wasn’t fond of his father’s apartments and led her down to his personal rooms.
Greg was a very sensual person and he looked forward to helping Mal become the strong confident lady of the manor he knew she could be.
Mal was almost overwhelmed but she accepted that she was lucky. This was her home, her private sanctuary. And she loved him…
Greg felt her resistance and worry vanish, in response he made love to her in his bed where he’d fantasized and dreamt of her for years.

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?
momoko -Thank you for the correction. I fixed it. I forgot to properly conjugate that word. I'll be more careful next time.
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