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Be careful what you wish for	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 38839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 11
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter francise does not belong to me. I own only the plotof which I make no money.

Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
Title: Be careful what you wish for

Pairing: HarryxDraco, growing HarryxBlaise and mentions of past HarryxGinny and past DracoxBlaise, RonxHermione

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: Non-Epilogue compliant post-Battle of Hogwarts fic. What sort of Future does Harry create by fighting for justice for Slytherins after he survives defeating Voldy?

A/N: This Chapter is dedicated to JaylaCaine whose encouragement is a gift and to atymer who never seems to fail to leave amazing reviews. I hope you like it! I know the formal speech is weird but purebloods talk that way because...I say so?

Chapter 17

Bill flooed to the Burrow the first second he could, he had taken the rest of the day off. It had been a hard negotiation and no one was more ruthless than a goblin when it came to negotiation. He had to promise to put in four hours on Saturday and two on Sunday before he could leave.

The first thing he did was drag his mother up to his old room and cast privacy spells.

“What is so urgent Bill?” Molly asked drying her hands on her apron.

“We have got to talk. You are going to need to sit down.” Bill said pacing.

Molly sat down warily, “What’s going on? Is Fleur alright?”

“It’s got nothing to do with Fleur or me. You better not faint.”

“Me faint? Why would I?”

“This was a shocking morning. “I know about the incident with Ron and Hermione this morning. I am thoroughly displeased with Ron. As if his desertion of his friends wasn’t bad enough he’s hitting Hermione and cheating on her?”

“It was all a misunderstanding. I’ll talk with him.”

“Hermione is pregnant. She’s stressed and she’s very distraught. She’s been to St. Mungos’ twice today. Mum, Fred’s alive.”

“Don’t tease me Bill. I mean it. Fred’s dead we buried him.”

“No he’s not. He was under a curse but he’s alive. I’ve spoken to him. He’s alive and Gringotts has verified it’s him.”

“George is playing a prank.”

“He has both his ears mum. He knew information only Fred or George would know. He knows what’s going on in our family. He knew about Fleur, Hermione and Ginny being pregnant.”

“How is that possible? Ginny said she and Hermione only found out today…”

“I’ll be questioning him later. I’ve come for Hermione’s things. She’s upset and needs space to think.”

“Is she staying with you? Isn’t that too much to ask Fleur to deal with?”

“Whether or not she’s staying at Shell Cottage is for her to decide. She doesn’t want to be here right now. I don’t blame her. Now I’m not sure telling Ginny is responsible. The shock might be too much for her in her condition. George will have to be told.”

“He’s not here. He disappeared leaving no trace. I checked this morning and some of his things are gone. If he’s not at the shop I don’t know where he would be. He’s not at Angelina’s or Lee’s they aren’t home.”

“Didn’t you mention something about Harry going out of the country? Maybe he’s with Harry.”

“Like Harry would invite us to his vacation to Greece. We don’t take charity.” Molly snapped.

“You’re insufferable. So what if Harry realized he isn’t meant to be with Ginny. You can’t force him to Bond to Ginny anymore then you could force me to be with Tonks. You can’t force George into replacing Fred. They may look alike but they aren’t the same person. If they were than Angelina would have liked them equally, she didn’t, she loved Fred.”

“Does Angelina know he’s supposedly alive?”

Bill rolled his eyes, “I doubt it. She’s pregnant and the shock would be possibly too much for her. Right now she should focus on taking care of herself. Fred wants to focus on putting the business back together.” and look out for Hermione… “Now about Hermione’s things.”

“She can come get them herself and tell me where she’s taking my grandchild.”

Bill tore down his wards, “I won’t let you intimidate her. She’s done nothing wrong. She needs to take care of herself and her child. Ron doesn’t want to know and I don’t think he should be a parent. If Hermione doesn’t feel she can raise the baby, Fleur and I will. I wouldn’t trust Ron with a child. I will be removing Hermione’s things and I won’t let you stop me. If this is how you are going to be, don’t count on seeing my daughter that often.” He stormed out and headed for Ginny’s room.

“Ginny! Don’t let him in your room.”

Bill darted past Ginny and locked her out of the room. He found Hermione’s school trunk and used a packing spell. He packed anything that had her magical signature and any Muggle, non-revealing clothes.

Ginny had a tendency to wear sluttish clothes, while Hermione was more tasteful. He shrunk the trunk and pocketed it before exiting the room.

“Get out of there! You heard mum! Stay out.”

“I didn’t touch anything that was yours. You have any idea who the father is? I suggest you think hard about your choices. I was against Mum keeping you home this year. You ought to have gone to school.” Bill snapped, he strode past her and made his way back to the living room. He cast a shield spell at his back so she couldn’t attack him. Bill was not happy, his sister and mother were acting like spoilt children and lashing out.

Molly was holding a wand over Hermione’s text- books, notes and study guides. “I told you, she’ll have to come for her things herself.”

Bill silently summoned them and cast an anti-summoning jinx on the whole lot. “I’m disappointed in you mum. You’ve always been a control freak but you’ve gotten so much worse. Get a grip.” He flooed away listening her shout at him, “Diagon Alley.”

Bill made his way to Fred and George’s storefront; he stepped inside and called out, “Fred?”

A sound of feet on stairs came from the back of the shop, “Bill? Come on up. I’m just finishing Lunch.”

Bill followed the sound of the voice and found Fred standing on the foot of the back stairs. “Sorry I’m late, had a run in with Mum and Ginny. I brought Hermione’s things. I don’t recommend visiting the Burrow. She’s being more controlling than usual. Mum tried to hold Hermione’s things hostage until she returned. Thank Merlin I’m quicker with my wand and spell casting.”

“That’s what she gets for going up against a Cursebreaker. Its just chicken salad sandwiches and Butterbeer. I didn’t have time to make much. I was cleaning. I packed George’s things up and put them in my room. I had to change his bedding and scrub most of the apartment.”

“After Lunch you want a hand? I’m off for the day.”

“The goblins let you off early?” Fred asked stunned.

“I thought you might need an extra pair of hands. I’ll have to go in Saturday and Sunday for a few hours. I just missed you and I need some time with my brother.”

“How is Charlie? I just know he tore off to Romania after my funeral.” Fred asked as they entered apartment.

“He couldn’t handle it. Mum was trying to force him to quit the Reserve and return home permanently. He just silently packed everything and flooed to see me. He told me he wasn’t coming back. He really was fond of you. Charlie didn’t know how to take the loss so he was leaving. I’ll have to make him come back just to see you. He won’t answer any owls except from Dad and me. He keeps returning the others unopened.” Bill said quietly after realizing that Hermione was still sleeping.

“Give me her things and I’ll put them in George’s room. She can arrange them later.”

“How long is she planning on staying?”

Fred shrugged, “I don’t know. I’ve offered her a job here. I’m giving her a small salary that includes food and a bed. I’ve always liked her. I just never gave it a chance.”

“What about Angelina?”

“There is a very large chance it isn’t mine. Lee knows it and he’ll take care of Angelina. I liked Angelina but until she told me she was pregnant, I didn’t plan to marry her. I wanted the baby to be mine but I was sure it wasn’t. It didn’t seem right to throw a fit and claim it wasn’t when she honestly believed it was.” Fred shrugged. “I know it was callous to marry her only because she was pregnant but I didn’t feel I had a choice without being a total jerk. She didn’t know she’d slept with anyone else; I didn’t want to hurt her so I didn’t say anything. She thought she really loved me but I could tell she belonged with Lee. He always loved her, I didn’t…” Fred shrugged.

“What are we going to do about the baby? Ron can’t be trusted and there is the sire’s rights issue.”

Fred snorted, “I’ll just claim its mine. I’ll be thought a cad anyway. Better that the child be raised mine than Ron’s. It keeps them in the family and I’ve always admired Hermione. She just needs to learn to loosen up and have fun.”

“It’s rude to talk about someone behind their back.” came Hermione’s voice from the couch.

Bill was startled but Fred just shrugged.

“I’m not telling my brother anything I haven’t already told you. He asked what my plans were and how long you were staying. Since I plan on bonding to you and adopting your child I don’t plan on you leaving ever. Now once we’ve got the shop running, we can go for a vacation in Australia and I’ll help you find your parents.”

There was silence.

“You know about my parents?” Hermione stammered.

Fred shrugged, “I know you were upset about it and I may have overheard you telling Ron and Harry what you’d done. I’ve got to head out there anyway to see if I can get a contract for the main ingredient for Fizzing Wizzbees. I’ve got a product we’ve been working on and I think that it is the missing ingredient. We’ll write it off as a business trip but we’ll look for your parents and work on my negotiation. I’ll have to talk to George. I need to tell him I’m alive. I’d hate to go through months thinking George was dead.”

Bill sighed, “He’ll probably try to write me or Dad soon. As soon as we hear from him I’ll let you know.”

“Well if we’re all awake,” Fred grinned, “We can eat.” He pointed in the vague direction of George’s room. “Go put that stuff away. I’ll dish up.” He glanced at Hermione you want to eat on the couch or at the table?”

Hermione sat up quickly, “I’m not a child!” then she swayed, “That was foolish…”

Fred ran over to check her out, “Merlin! You almost gave me a heart attack. You’ve had a nasty crack on the head. You can’t sit up that fast. Plus you just woke up, you could be prone to,”

“Don’t say it.” Hermione said weakly.

Fred made a motion that was ‘zipping’ his lips, “Your wish is my command my Lady. I am but your humble servant. I have prepared your room and made lunch.”

Hermione giggled, “Humble you are not. Your breakfast wasn’t half bad though. Where did you learn to cook?”

“A book,” Fred grinned, holding out a hand, “I may not be humble but I am capable of being thoughtful, caring and sometimes romantic.”

“Narcissist.” Hermione muttered, holding her head gently.

Fred gently helped her to her feet and slowly led her to the table, flicking his magic to pull out her chair for her since his hands were busy. He had one hand around her waist and was holding her hand against his far side. Fred helped her into the waiting chair, “What do you want to drink?”

“Water would be nice.” Hermione said quietly, trying not to miss the feel of Fred’s arms around her. She could feel how strong he was but he was gentle with her. He was treating her not like she was weak exactly but like she precious. It was strange…

Fred patted her shoulder and went to get the food from the kitchen. He returned with a tray of plates with sandwiches and crisps as well as a pitcher of chilled water and glasses.

By now Bill had returned.

“Damn that looks good.” He rubbed his scar self-consciously, “Maybe next time Fleur and I can come for a visit.”

Fred nodded, “we’ll have steaks. I promise to make yours extremely rare.”

Bill grinned, “I’d love that. Fleur’s right, mum has a tendency to overcook her steaks.”

“You want them mostly bloody but definitely dead.” Fred teased.

His guests winced.

Fred sighed, “Sorry. I shouldn’t have phrased it that way. I’ll have to watch what I say…”

Bill shook his head, “For you, its as if you just woke up from a coma. To us we’ve spent months mourning, each in our own fashion.”

Hermione sipped on her water, lost in her own thoughts.

Bill turned his attention to Hermione, “Are you alright Hermione?”

Hermione swallowed, “I don’t know…Ron’s been so distant. It got worse after he found out Harry got Draco out of Ministry custody. He’s snappish and cruel. The announcement of Harry going to Greece made it even worse. Ron’s always been jealous of Harry. He takes it as an insult that Harry would choose to let Slytherin wizards court him instead of bonding to Ginny who is a Gryffindor witch and therefore his perfect match. Now I find out he’s been cheating on me with Lavender. My only real sexual experience resulted in pregnant. I am too young to be a Mum. I’m lonely and I’m terrified. I wanted to be bonded, to be finished with school and have a job first. I wanted to find my parents and give them back their memories.”

Fred reached over to squeeze her hand, “Mum would say I was too immature to be a dad.” He snorted, “Ron’s more immature than I am. You have job here, I’m giving you a places to live and a man willing to stand by you and give you the respect you deserve. I am willing to court you but I plan on making you my Bonded, adopting your child and making them my heir.”

“You don’t have to…” Hermione mumbled.

Fred smirked, “I want to. You are brilliant. You’re a fine-looking witch Hermione. I’ve heard the professors called you the smartest witch of our Generation. I’ve always noticed you. I just thought I was too old for you.”

Hermione mumbled, as she turned her attention to her sandwich, “Not too old if I liked you too… I may have been flattered by Viktor’s attention but I was holding him off in case you asked me to the Yule Ball. Then you asked Angelina, so I finally told Viktor yes but I really wanted to go with you.”

Fred snickered, “Well you certainly succeeded in making me jealous.”

Bill shook his head in confusion, “Why were you with Angelina if your heart was bent towards Hermione?”

Fred winced, “She liked me and I sort of liked her. I wanted to lover and I was going to

Let her go when she told be she was pregnant. At that moment I was stuck- one of those damned if you do, damn if you don’t moments in life. It was cruel to be with her when I didn’t love her but to break it off right then left a sour taste in my mouth. I believe that her child is Lee’s and he loves Angie, always has. I want to be a better man for Hermione than I was for Angelina.”

Bill nodded, “I’ll hold you to it.”

Once Hermione had eaten enough, Fred passed her the potions: the mild pain killer for the headache being thrown into a counter caused, an anti-nausea potion to hold off mourning sickness and another vitamin potion.

The gesture was tender, compassionate and reminded Bill of himself with Fleur.

Once Lunch was over, Fred led Hermione to George’s room.

Hermione noticed how scrubbed and clean the whole place looked, it was different from the dusty place she saw when she regained consciousness. “Did you do this?”

Fred’s chest puffed out with pride, “Yes. I had to, I couldn’t expect you to do it. Especially with that bump on your head… “ He leaned over to give her a reassuring hug.

Hermione blushed, relaxing in his arms, “Thank you Fred.”

“Think nothing of it Angel. We’re going to be okay.” He opened George’s door. “Make yourself at home and get some rest.” Fred said kissing the top of her head before heading back to the kitchen to clean up.

“So what now?” Bill asked out of curiosity, d as he took his sat in his chair relaxing while Fred used magic to wash the dishes, dry them, put them back in the cupboard and stow away any leftovers.

Fred grinned mischievously, “Blood scrying.”

Bill frowned.

Fred chuckled, “It isn’t illegal if you are using your own blood.”

Bill was intrigued, “How does it work and how did you learn it?”

Fred smirked, “Well, the Hogwarts library was full of interesting tomes.” He summoned his two-sided map, a silver knife, ink, a quill and parchment. Fred used the knife to make a small cut in his dominant thumb and used the blood to cover the blade before healing the cut he directed the writing implements to his elder brother before using conjured string to finish preparing his knife for scrying. “Record the locations?”

Bill nodded.

Fred spread out the Great Britain side of the map, using sticking charms to anchor the corners. Finally he started the knife circling the map. Almost immediately, it was dragged to Diagon Alley. “WWW- myself, you and Hermione’s unborn child most likely.”

Bill wrote it down.

Then it landed in Ottery St. Catchpole.

“Mum, Ginny and Ginny’s unborn child.”:

It landed back in London, “It feels like two by the tug. Most likely Ron and Dad.”

Then it snapped to Hogwarts.

Bill nodded, “Percy, he did quit the Ministry. He mentioned working there helping McGonagall with the repairs.

Fred shrugged.

The knife stabbed Tinworth, Cornwall

“Fleur?”

“And our unborn daughter.”

Fred flipped the map and recast the sticking charms, immediately, the knife landed in Romania.

“Charlie.”

The brothers nodded.

Then Fred began to swing the knife over Greece.

The point landed in Santorini on the south west coast of the isle of Gea Kameni.

Bill nodded, “I’ll floo Fleur. I want to let her know I’m going to be flooing out of the country. I’ll have to Apparate up to Hogwarts first and let Percy know. Then I’ll visit George. I’ll see Charlie after that. I’m only visiting Percy first because he thinks your death is his fault.”

Fresh sighed, “It wasn’t his fault. The curse came straight at us. It knowcked Percy out of the way. Then the curse threw me into the wall. I hit my head and well that’s the last thing I remember before waking up in the coffin. I’m lucky I wasn’t cremated.”

“The family wanted a burial plot. George wouldn’t let them talk of burning. So I’ll head to Hogwarts, then Santorini and finally the Reserve.I’d rather it be me who breaks the news that you’re alive rather than have you show up unannounced and frighten them.”

Fred sighed, “You’re right. I’ll just check the storeroom and do some repairs on the shop”

Bill hugged him, “It’s great to have you back.”

Fred grinned, “This is a second chance and I plan on making the most of it. You tell George, he’s welcome back whenever he wants but I understand if he needs time. I expect a floo call this week though.”

Bill ruffled his hair, “leave a not for Hermione if you aren’t up here.”

“Will do.” Fred saluted him Jauntily.

Bill made his way to the floo in Fred’s office; it was still dusty so Fred hadn’t gotten to it yet. He opened the floo and called out, “Shell Cottage, Tinworth, Cornwall.”

He was sucked along and deposited in his own parlour. He went looking for Fleur.

She was sewing in the solarium.

Her face lit up, “William! What are yoo doing ‘ome early?”

Bill knelt at her feet, kissing her cheeks, “I ran into someone at the bank. It must of scared a dozen years off my life.”

She clutched at his had, “A Death Eater?”

Bill shook his head, “No…my brother returned form the grave.”

“That’s impossible…”

Bill laughed, “It turns out he was under a curse that mimicked death. His identity was verified by the goblins. I watched him access his and George’s sealed vault. It only opens to him or George. He’s got both ears Fleur, both ears.”

“If yoo say its ‘eem I believe yoo…” Fleur said uneasily. “Your maman was here. She was loud and uncouth. She kept screaming for yoo and “ermione. She wouldn’t listen when I said you weren’t here.”

Bill squeezed her hand, “I am sorry. She’s furious because Hermione is pregnant and not at the Burrow. She’s staying with Fred until she gets on her feet but he’s offered to Bond to her and adopt the infant since Ron’s assaulted her and told her they were over. I’m heading to Hogwarts, Greece to break the news to George and then to see Charlie. They’ve all taken Fred’s supposed death so hard. It would do them good to see him alive.”

“Thank yoo for coming to tell me William. Did the goblins let you off early?”

Bill winced, “Sort of. I owe them four hours on Saturday and two on Sunday. I’m helping Fred.

“Alright.”

Bill kissed her and caressed her swollen belly, “Be good for your Maman little one. Papa will be back soon.”

He gave Fleur one last hug before he flooed to Hogwarts.

He ended up in Percy’s office. He’d been hired to teach Muggle Studies until another suitable professor could be found.

Percy wasn’t in his office- he rarely was.

Bill found him working with the other professors on repairs to the castle.

“I should have insisted that Finnigan stay and help. He blew up the bridge and he should have to repair it.” Headmistress McGonagall snapped.

“Perhaps, but didn’t he lose his best friend? Something Thomas?” Percy asked between casting.

“Hmmm.”

Bill waved and called out, “Hey!”

Percy turned and paled, “What happened? Why are you here? You should be working…”

Bill sighed, “Something did happen. Something wonderful!”

“Has your Bonded given birth?”

Bill shook his head, “Fred was under the Buried Alive curse and managed to throw it off. He’s alive and repairing the shop. I’ve spoken to him, he made me lunch so he’s no ghost.”

Percy glared, “That’s not funny.”

Bill frowned, “I’m not funning. I’m telling the truth. You can go see for yourself. He told me what happened. He said it’s not your fault. He knocked you out of the way of the curse only to get thrown into a wall. He wants to see you. He thinks that you and Oliver make a good couple. He’d like to see some familiar faces. Hermione’s staying with him. I think she’d like to see you as well.”

“Why is Miss Granger staying with Fred?” The Headmistress asked.

“Because Ron assaulted her this morning. She doesn’t want to be at The Burrow and Fred is taking care of her. He’s scrubbed most of his apartment, he’s given her a place to stay, when he found her, she was unconscious and he took her straight to St. Mungos. He’s good to her, he’s offered her a place stay, a job and even is cooking for her.”

Percy snorted.

“He had to learn sometime. After all, they hadn’t lived at The Burrow since before their Seventh Year. They had to cook and clean up after their selves Percy.” Bill said sharply. “Fred’s got a better grip on household charms that I expected.”

Percy pouted, silence but still not believing.

“Go see for yourself. Gringotts is satisfied and so am I.” Bill glared. “Take Oliver, I’m sure he can question him to verify his identity.”

Percy shrugged.

“I hope you see him, this childish behaviour is unfair to someone who saved your life Percy. I’d hate to see you acting like Mum. I’ve sworn she isn’t seeing my daughter. Her behaviour today was beyond reason. She went to see my Bonded and screamed at her.”

Percy winced.

“So my temper is a bit short.”

Percy sighed, “We’ll go see him. I still don’t believe he’s alive. We buried him.”

“Alive, the curse slows down the body functions so it appears dead. It’s a curse favoured by the death Eater that attacked you.”

“It still should have been me…” Percy said returning to his task.

“We don’t believe that and neither should you.” Bill said ruffling his hair and hugging him. “Well I’m off to find George.”

“Where did he take off to?” Percy called out.

“Greece. He’s probably with Harry.”

Bill made his way back to Percy’s office to floo to Santorini.

International Apparation was too dangerous and without a reliable international portkey maker, they were out as well.

He arrived at the edge of a small village that reminded him of Hogsmeade after a fashion.

Bill made his way to the area where the scrying had claimed George was.

XoooooX

Blaise was helping Draco and Harry study for their NEWTS when Rini arrived.

“Master,” she said in Italian, “There is a stranger asking for Master George. Looks like they be related.”

Blaise nodded, “Caro, it seems that someone has come in search of your friend.”

Harry blinked, “Who woulc have come looking for George? They shouldn’t know where we are…”

Blaise shrugged, “We could go ask. I’m none too pleased that someone came uninvited to my home. However, if they have a reasonable explanation I shall overlook their impropriety.”

Blaise took Harry’s hand, leading him towards the town side of his property.

Harry blinked, “Bill?” he tugged his hand free and ran towards the eldest Weasley. “Bill? What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Bill picked him up and spun him around, “That’s the second time someone’s asked me that. Yes something happened but its not bad.” He glanced at Blaise and carefully set Harry down. “My apologies for coming unannounced. I wish to speak to my brother. I have news that will deeply affect him.”

“How did you find this place?” Blaise asked stiffly, none too pleased at this Weasley’s obvious over familiarity in regards to his mate.

“I will explain that after I tell my news. I shouldn’t tell you first Harry, I should tell George but I am sure you’ll want to know as well..”

“Well then stop poking the bush and tell already.” Blaise snapped.

Harry glared at Blaise before turning back to Bill, “Tell me!”

“First things first, it seems that Hermione and Ginny are both pregnant. Unlike Ginny, Hermione seems to know exactly who the child’s father is. After returning to the Burrow from seeing Madam Pomfrey, Ron assaulted Hermione. She ended up at the graveyard.”

Harry frowned, “Ron actually attacked Hermione?” he clenched his hand over his wand, “He’ll suffer for it.”

“Oh he will. Especially when he finds out that his brothers won’t have anything to do with him. He not only hurt her, he’s been cheating on her with some girl named Lavender. Back to the graveyard, she found Fred there Alive.”

Harry blinked, “Alive? How is that possible? We buried him…”

Bill grinned, “He was under the buried Alive Curse, it apparently slowed his breathing and heartbeat so we thought he was dead. He broke the curse and is back at the shop. He’s taken Hermione in. I’ve spoken with him, Gringotts is satisfied that its him. He even made her lunch.” He laughed, “So he’s no ghost.”

“What about Angelina?” Harry asked frowning.

Bill shrugged, “Fred says that Lee will take care of her. He loves Angelina. Fred swears he’ll take care of Hermione. He’s already saying he’s going to blood adopt the child and make it his.”

“That is decent of him.” Blaise said shortly. “That doesn’t answer my question. How did you find my villa?”

“Blood scrying. Fred found one of us in this part of Greece. Since Harry said he was coming here, we figured out you were here. I already broke the news to Percy but he doesn’t seem to be processing it quite yet. After I speak with George, I’m going to go visit Charlie.”

“How is he?”

“Refusing all but mine and Dad’s owls. He’s not dealing with it well. His letters are always short and dry. He’s lost his sense of humour which is sad…”

Harry frowned, “That’s awful. I do hope you’re right and Fred is alive. I would hate to have George’s hopes raised and then seem him crushed. Especially now when he’s just starting to come alive again.” He smirked, “That is, if last time was anything to go by.”

Blaise chuckled, “I don’t know but I do hope so. I think they make a great couple…”

“Who?” Bill asked.

“Seamus Finnigan and George.”

“Who is Seamus again?”

“The guy who blew up the bridge. He’s a natural pyromaniac always setting things on fire. He blew up our feather back in first year when he was supposed to levitate it. I’ve heard that Seamus was like a one man terrorist to the Carrows.”

“Is he safe?”

Harry chuckled, “he’s tender and protective of his son and affectionate towards George. I’ve known Seamus for years and I’ve never seen either of them more relaxed then I did last night. They were snogging like they were going to have sex in the carriage.”

Bill choked, “You’re joking.”

Blaise laughed, “He’s telling the truth. I never would have guessed George was the Keeper type…”

Bill’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped, “You’re kidding…George? A keeper? Percy I can understand but George?”

Well, Blood scrying? I suppose your dropping by unannounced couldn’t be helped them. Especially if it was done because a brother returned from supposedly being dead. You’re welcome to come up to the Villa. I’m not sure where George is…he may be down by the water.”

Bill closed his eyes, “He’s in the villa…”

“He maybe in his room then. He’s been rather sombre today…” Harry said smiling.

“Contemplating a relationship with a single father needs thought. I had to do some soul searching to see if I felt I could be affectionate to a child not my own.” Blaise said solemnly as he placed an arm around Harry’s shoulders. “Come along than Weasley.”

They went to George’s room first and Harry knocked on the door.

“George?”

“Go away. I want to be left alone.”

“Not going to happen George “ Bill said opening the door.

George was hiding under the covers. “I didn’t want to be…” he poked his head out and recognition dawned on his face. “Bill? Did Fleur have her baby?”

“No. I have better news.”

“What could be better than a new member of the family?” George asked looking ashen.

He didn’t seem much like the flirtatious man from the restaurant.

“The return of a lost member of the family.”

“Is Charlie back from Romania?”

Bill shook his head grinning, “No, Fred’s back.”

George glared, “Not funny. How dare you come here and tell me that. Are you crazy?”

Bill sighed, “You said it didn’t fell like he was gone remember? We should have listened to you. Fred was under a curse. He broke it. He’s back at the shop. He wants to rebuild it. He’s taken Hermione in and is giving her a place to stay.”

George mumbled, “Fred always did like Hermione…”

“Yes, which is why he’s taken her in. he’s offered to Bond to her and ligitimize her chld. He wants to blood adopt it. Ron’s being a git.”

George scoffed, “What else is new? What did the prat do now?”

“Beat on his pregnant girlfriend as he was telling her they were through.”

George snapped, “Well if he get tossed out of Auror training, he can forget the possibility of being hired on at the shop.”

“Fred said something like that as well.”

“I’m not ready to come back. If I can borrow an owl, I’ll write to him…what are his plans?’

“To repair the shop and build up inventory before he opens it up again. I think he still wants to buy Zonko’s but he didn’t mention it.”

“We’ll have to have a floo conversation. Have him open the floo tomorrow about eleven his time. I need to see for myself.”

Some of George’s old spark was back…

“Tell Fred we’re interested in buying into the business.”

“What?” Bill asked surprised.

Harry grinned, “I want to come on board as a working partner. Draco, Blaise and Seamus are interested in working for the company. Seamus is amazing with Fire, Draco is a god as potions and Blaise is studying for his certification as a Transfiguration Master.”

Bill nodded, “I see….With Hermione it seems it may be an interesting family business…”

Harry burst out laughing, “Hermione? Working for WWW? Wow…I thought she detested such things…”

“Give her a break…Ron’s been both physically and emotionally abusive.” Bill cautioned.

“We’ll be kind to her.” Blaise said politely.

“Well I’ve still got to see Charlie so I’ll leave you be.” Bill said as he strode over to give George a hug, “Don’t be a stranger George. Mum may have a few screws loose but your brothers Fred, Percy and Charlie still love you just as much as I do.” He ruffled his hair, “Even if you’re bent.”

George turned as red as his hair, “Bill!”

After Bill left, Harry smirked at George, “:If you plan on flooing Fred tomorrow, perhaps you ought to talk to us about the company?”

George sighed, getting out of bed. “I supposed I’d better. I don’t know how I feel about working with Seamus though…”

“Just because you’ve got the hots for him doesn’t mean you can’t work with him. I’m doing just fine working with my blokes. They seem to be quite helpful in a lot of way.” Harry said cheekily.

“We’ll see…” George mumbled.

XoooooX

Apparating from Greece to the Preserve wasn’t as dangerous as Apparating from Hogwarts to Greece.

Bill was very careful to be sure to Apparate into the sort of village the houses and apartments of the dragon keepers comprised. He cheeked Charlie’s apartment to find it locked and empty. He headed towards the office where the Head of the Preserve and his secretary worked.

He was greeted by Head of the Preserve, Dragomir Ionescue.

Bill nodded, “Dragomir.”

“You are looking for Charlie yes? He’s out with my nephew Viktor. Viktor is shadowing him. Viktor is considering coming to work here. I asked Charlie to show him how we run this place.”

Bill grinned, “Where would I find them?”

“I think they were heading out towards the nesting dragons. One of our Ukrainian Iron Bellies is due to lay her eggs.”

Bill nodded, “Which direction is that?”

“About a two mile walk west. The green pens. The fourth one I believe.”

Bill thanked him and went looking for Charlie…

Who was this Viktor and why was Charlie asked to show him around?

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