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Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 27616 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter francise does not belong to me. I own only the plot and I make no money off of this.

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Title: Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales

Pairing: Future DracoxHarry

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: A side fic with vignettes that should give insight into characters in my Unlikely Heroes story.

Notes: I know this title isn't as epic as that of StarlightxMassacre's Rise of the Dracken: The Scaled bits but I did my best. This is not quite a side fic but will show parts of the story that didn't make it into the main story line for whatever reasons. Hopefully this is answer questions or fill in gaps.

This side fic is dedicated to one of my favorite reviewers: Child of the sea96

A/N: This happens just prior to the First Task which occurs in Ch 23.

Chapter 11- Arthur and Gideon wake

November 25, 1994

Cedrella was still worried about Arcturus…

William and Percy reluctantly were still going to work while they waited to see if Arcturus and Gideon would recover. After hearing that the

monster that murdered her first great-grandchild had named her grandson Percival after his own child-killing father she’d stopped insisting on calling him by his registered name.

Charlie was seeing to his beloved dragons through out the preparations for the First Task, which would take place this afternoon and would be accompanying the other keepers to the preserve to settle them down. Afterwards he then would be returning to the Hall.

The twins were still at school of course.

Cedrella was in her sitting room where she spent her mornings after breakfast reading her copy of the Daily Prophet and her correspondence. Later morning was reserved for floo calls or even calling, well visiting her acquaintances. At her age, many of her friends were gone. She’d out lived her sisters and most of her relations with the exception of her Great Uncle Sirius, King of the Chuvash and her relation his namesake Sirius the third of that name. As well as Sirius’ cousin and Lucius’ former betrothed Andromeda, her husband and cousin. Her sister Callidora’s great-grandson Neville, her niece Cassiopeia and her nephew the insufferable Bartimus were all that were really left of her nearer relations. She might spend afternoons napping, reading or a mixture of both. Dinner was a more congenial affair not, although she enjoyed her Bondmate’s company dinner was more lively affair with her grandsons William, Percy and sometimes Charlie not to mention Percy’s ever present and likeable Oliver.

There was a sharp pop that startled her into not only knocking her inkpot and spilling a little but also to make her handwriting atrocious.

Cedrella turned to vent her irritation at having to recopy her letter on the house elf who she expected to Ima or Dika or some such Weasley elf. Instead she saw a Prewett elf, the one who claimed to be Percy’s elf, Jocy. Jocy spent all of his time in Arcturus’ room, even sleeping on an old sheet Dika had found for him. “Jocy what do you want? I trust it’s important if you left your master along.”

Jocy bowed wringing his long spindly hands, “Master Arcturus and Master Gideon be waking. Lady Cedrella wanted to know. Master Septimus be out. Dika can get him if Miss be wanting. Healer due soon. Jocy hope master alright. If Jocy be smart would have come to Lady sooner. Jocy bad elf. Jocy let master Gideon and his beloved suffer.”

Startled, Cedrella forgot everything about decorum. She clapped her hands, ordering house elves to retrieve William, Percy, Septimus and the healers. Then like any mother whose son has been ill she hurried to Arcturus’ room.

Her son had moved from where she had seen him last as had Gideon. They no longer seemed to be in a coma of sorts but rather in a healing sleep. Their magic felt stronger, then again Arcturus had also been powerful. Not as powerful as the seventh son of a seventh son but powerful in his own right as a son of a seventh son. Gideon had been a gentle boy, who tended to the hurts of animals. His twin Fabian had been rambunctious from birth, very curious and highly protective of his younger brother. The Prewetts had always been cordial, and having sons of a common age they often arranged play dates for them. They attended a Wizarding primary school together before heading off to Hogwarts and were like Septimus and Harfang they were sorted into the same House and shared a dormitory.

As a young mother, Cedrella had often watched her son sleep in his bassinet, even now it seemed like his habits hadn’t changed. Arcturus still slept on his back, one arm lying across his chest and the other thrown over his forehead half covering his eyes.

Gideon lay beside Arcturus, using his chest like a pillow. They looked so comfortably with one another, as if they’d been merely sleeping. As if they had never been separated and they’d slept over, that they’d raised their five sons together.

Although it was clear that they were beginning to stir, they weren’t quite awake yet but a mother could hope.

XoooooX

It was after eleven when Cedrella woke from her dozing to hear a loud yawn. Her eyes snapped open; she got up suddenly and hurried to the side of her son’s bed.

It didn’t matter that he was practically Bonded, that he was lying in bed with the bearer of his children or was the father of three grown children and two nearly finished with school. This was her son, whom she’d foolishly refused to see for years and that shamed her. She was an old woman, at her age one’s mistakes glared menacingly and one’s triumphs had dimmed.

XoooooX

Arthur woke feeling for the first time in a long time, a sense of peace and contentment. He stared at the ceiling, it was familiar but at once vaguely and poignantly so. He went to sit up only to realize someone was sleeping on his chest, a familiar someone. He touched the hair, it was soft, there was some curl to it and it was hauntingly familiar, he lifted his head enough to look around. This was his old room, the one he’d stayed in when he was in school. When he was fourteen his mother had let him change the room to celebrate his more mature status. Instead of his menagerie there was a French desk upon which rested a stained glass lamp. Beside it was a bookshelf that no doubt held all his old textbooks and some novels he’d adored through his young life.

Then he saw her, his mother…she was gripping a bedpost and her face half hidden by a red velvet curtain. She’d grown old, her hair once black and lustrous was still thick and coiled but it was silver now. Cedrella Weasley had always been beautiful yet she still seemed to have the same energy and imperious manner he knew.

Arthur held out his hand, “Mother.”

She felt to her knees beside the bed and took his hand, kissing it and pressing it to her cheek. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so thankful you’re alright. We were so frightened.”

Arthur blinked, “Frightened? Why?”

Cedrella sighed, “You were suffering from a breaking soulbond.”

Arthur whispered, “A soulbond? To who?

“Don’t you know? It’s the man in your arms. Being away from you for so long had weakened him. He was dying. You collapsed at the Ministry? Meeting your son.”

Arthur stared at her, “Son? What son? I don’t have any kids. I’m not even engaged yet. I mean I haven’t asked him.”

“You soulbonded to Gideon if only we’d guessed. Your father and I thought it was strange, you and Gideon were nigh inseparatable until you came to us telling us that Molly was pregnant with your child.” Cedrella spoke softly, yet she was getting an odd feeling.

“Molly? Gideon’s little sister?” Arthur was dumbfounded. “Why would I sleep with her? I’m with her brother. I’m not even attracted to girls.” It was Gideon he was in bed with, why hadn’t he realized this in the first place?

“She tricked you into Bonding with her.” Cedrella patted his arm, “Don’t worry. It was Gideon who bore your children, five sons: William, Charles, Percy, Frederick and George. William is twenty-four, Charles will be twenty-two in December; and Percy is nineteen, while Frederick and George are sixteen. They’ve been worried for you.”

“Worried why? Was I injured in the field?”

Cedrella shook her head; “You collapsed in the hallway on your way to meet Percy and Oliver for lunch.

Arthur stared at her, had she lost her mind? This was his mother, he knew that but when had she aged so much? When had her beautiful black hair turned silver? “Who is Oliver?”

His mother now looked terribly worried, “Oliver is Oberon’s son and Percy’s boyfriend. Though I’m sure he’s going to be his fiancé soon.”

There was a knock on the door.

Cedrella called out, “Come in.”

Arthur would have liked to sit up but Gideon was still using him as a pillow.

Two people came in, one was slightly familiar, and their name was on the tip of his tongue.

“Well that’s progress. One of them is awake.” Said the unfamiliar one.

“Healer Smythe,” his mother said softly, “He seems to have some memory loss. He has no memory of being Bonded to Molly Prewett or having five sons.”

The familiar one laughed, “If I were Bonded to that child-stealing wretch I’d want to forget too. Thank Merlin I’m with my Annie.”

Cedrella gave him a brief glimpse of a smile, “Andromeda is wonderful person, and between you both you’ve got a wonderful daughter. I almost wish my grandson William would notice her. She is an excellent Auror. I owe her Arcturus’ life.”

Arthur blinked, “Andromeda? Oh you’re Ted Tonks then, I thought you looked familiar.”

Gideon seemed to yawn and snuggle.

Arthur smiled at him, rubbing his back.

“Should we be concerned Healers about memory loss?”

Ted shrugged, “Probably, then again we know so little about the nature of Soulbonds. Usually is they begin to break they don’t repair themselves. After the last twenty-five years of being apart if rebuilding their bond and strengthening their magic only took that much we should be grateful. What do you think Healer Smythe?”

The second healer looked perturbed, “I think that your assertion might have merit. That’s what I think. Now do me a favour be quiet so I can think. I want to be sure both his body and magic are recovering from the strain of a forced separation.”

At this point Gideon finally sat up yawning and looking around, “What’s going on? How did I get here? I don’t remember falling asleep here.” He glanced down as if to reassure himself he was dressed.

Arthur sat up, feeling a bit light-headed as he stretched gingerly and them wrapped his arms around Gideon. His heart ached as if it had been a long time and a terrible sense of guilt hit him like cold water had been thrown at him. “How long has it been since I’ve seen him?”

“The night you conceived Fred and George…” Ted said quietly, Healer Smythe was temperamental.

“What part of be quiet do you not understand? I say they are healing faster then I expected. They may one day have nearly as strong magic as they had prior to being separated. However if they were separated again it would probably kill them. I’ll check in a few days.” Smythe said gruffly, before turning on his heel and leaving.

Ted cast the appropriate spells to see what state of their memories were in and discovered many tendrils of memory spells jumbled together in Arthur’s mind. He removed one and then the next until they had all been removed. Apparently, Gideon’s memory remained intact, what he supposed to suffer knowing that Arthur didn’t know him? Had forgotten him?

Arthur blinked, “My head feels less muddled now…”

He thought the name William but it wasn’t familiar. Not William, Bill…he saw a tall strapping young man just over six feet, a curse breaker who wore his red hair in a tail and had a fang earring. Charles…no Charlie; he was taller then Bill, his hair also long but tied with dragon leather? His eyes the blue of a summer’s sky? Very much like Gideon’s. Percy, bookish, shy…glasses just like Gideon. Fred and George, who clearly resembled Fabian and Gideon it was uncanny. Inventors, curious but not academically driven. Both beaters but Fred was stronger, George faster, probably better suited to a Chaser but that wasn’t tested. George like Gideon was often in his elder twin’s shadow except in academics. George had never really been interested in anyone while Fred was just as much of a playboy as his uncle.

He remembered how Percy would talk about Oliver all the time, how he had been Percy’s only friend. How they had drifted apart their seventh year, Percy had become a different person, stubborn, rule obsessed and had courted a young woman with an icy demeanour. Fred had called her the ‘Ice Bitch’ in whispers and Percy had become the ‘Big Head Boy’. Neither were complimentary nicknames…

The memory of Oliver telling them about Percy’s murdered child and stolen memories had him gasping. How had he not noticed? Why hadn’t he tried harder for a relationship with his sons?

Gideon snuggled into him, lips brushing his neck, “Arthur? Is something wrong?”

Arthur smiled sadly down at him; “I don’t know…I’m realizing I know our sons by name but little else. It hurts…”

Gideon laughed sadly, “I know them the same way by name or whatever Molly decided to torment me with. Some first that they mastered that I wasn’t allowed to see…”

Ted finished his examination. “You’ll need time for your mind recover from the damage of improperly applied memory charms. Some memories maybe too damaged to recover. You’ll both need to see a mind healer; you’ve been betrayed and suffered. It will take time to deal with the anger, hurt, betrayal and yes, even grief.”

XoooooX

Cedrella looked loathed to leave but reluctantly seemed to stand, “I’ll sent Ima in with lunch. I’ll send William to fetch Charlie and the twins after the task is over. Then she remembered the daily prophet that morning. She snapped her fingers.

Ima appeared, “Mistress be wanting Ima?”

“Arcturus will be wanting the Daily Prophet and lunch for himself and Lord Prewett.” Cedrella said smirking, “I hope you enjoy the nice article. I have a feeling Ted’s daughter had something to do with it. I wish Bill were interested in your Nymphadora. That would be an interesting match.”

Ted laughed, “I’ve given up hope of her ever having a steady love life. She’s dated members of that Popular Wizard band out of Hufflepuff: the Weird sisters, a guy in magical transportation, a mind healer named David and who knows whom else. I’m never sure if its because we named her Nymphadora or because she does it for work.”

“What?” Gideon was thoroughly confused.

“Nymphadora, like nymphomaniac?” Cedrella asked in a shocked voice, as she tried to decide if Ted had made a joke.

Ted shrugged, “Or nymphet…I didn’t choose the name. It’s an odd one, I just call her Dora…”

XoooooX

Ted and his mother left.

Leaving Arthur with Gideon…

He pulled the slim redhead close and kissed him.

Only to be distracted by the smell of food.

Ima glared at him, “Food first Master Arthur. Mistress wants you to read paper. Then you can lock the door.”

Reluctantly they turned to the paper and lunch.

The article at first shocked them and then they were smirking about justice…

Molly it seemed was getting her just desserts…

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?
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