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Hidden Agenda	By : MissiYoung Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13228 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own the 'Harry Potter' universe or it's locations/characters/spells/etc. I make no profit off of this work of fanfiction.

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Thoughts In Italics.

Chapter Two
Harry's Portkey landed in the International Terminal at what passed for an airport in the Wizarding World. He turned in the hair band and went through customs, a lengthy process made that much more difficult because he was declaring several ingredients he'd procured for the business in which he owned one third share and the documentation for each ingredient needed to be translated separately. All Harry wanted to do was go home, take a shower, and catch a nap; unfortunately his sense of responsibility wouldn't allow him to go anywhere but the shop. He wanted to get these new ingredients to the twins and just knew they'd been tossing all the receipts on his desk and paying the bills without bothering to balance the ledger first. They were both brilliant inventors and phenomenal sales people but they lacked any shred of business acumen.

Once he had everything repacked into it's proper space in his travel satchel Harry moved to the public Floo and left for 93 Diagon Alley. Stumbling out of the office fireplace, Harry was surprised to find no one there. A quick tour of the sales floor proved the shop to be closed with a sign up that stated 'Family Emergency, Come Back When We Do'. Harry was tired, he was frustrated (international travel did that to him), and he felt generally grungy but he could not in good conscience leave the store closed when he was there to man the floor. Everything was stocked, his housekeeping charms kept things clean, and there were only five hours left until the end of the business day anyway. He could take the books home with him. Therefore Harry took down the sign, unlocked the door, spelled up the lights, and activated the charms that controlled the outside decorations. Moving quickly, Harry pulled his few personal things out of his travel satchel and set them in the office; the satchel itself went into the laboratory on the 'clean' workbench dedicated to unknown or unused ingredients. Harry moved back out to the storefront just as the first customers came through the door.
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Ginny Weasley knew that she was in big trouble. She'd been able to put off the paternity of her baby since her pregnancy had been discovered two months ago. Now, at six months along, her parents were demanding answers. Because she was the Heiress Daughter (the eldest daughter of the family) her parents had the right to demand prenatal testing on the baby and had finally done so. They'd waited this long hoping she'd come forward with the name of the boy who'd 'taken her virginity' but her hormones had worked in her favor. Now the family sat around the kitchen table in complete silence, passing the results of the Paternity Test back and forth between them. It was George who finally asked the uncomfortable question everyone wanted an answer to.

"How in Merlin's name did Harry manage to get you pregnant from across the International Date Line?"

Ginny could see that she wasn't the only person surprised by the cold vehemence in her brother's voice, though everyone was clearly waiting for the answer. Ginny tried using hormones and mood swings to her advantage but her mother was singularly unsympathetic; the rest of the family followed the matriarch's example, considering her something of an expert on pregnancy. From there she tried to spin things in her favor, talking about Harry's desire for a family and her agreement to fulfill it (completely leaving out the fact that she'd failed to inform him of her 'assistance'). The twins and Ron all scoffed at her, and even Percy rolled his eyes as though she had been caught sneaking chocolate frogs with the evidence smeared across her face. Her parents also seemed unconvinced and finally (after three hours of threats and her hand being removed from the family clock in a heartbreaking symbolic gesture) Ginny told the truth. She'd didn't cry or scream or beg forgiveness.

Ginny spoke with pride, head held high as she detailed exactly how she was bringing the boy into their family.

When her father's quiet voice, completely devoid of emotion or inflection, crawled through the room Ginny felt her heart stutter and the blood drain from her face.

"We can only hope that he doesn't have you arrested and the child killed for Attempt to Entrap and Theft of an Heir."
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The entire family (except Ginny) had figured out that Harry was gay without his having to go through that horrendous 'coming out' phase, but Fred was the only person who knew for sure that Harry had been dating George for the past ten months or so. Fred didn't know how physical the relationship had gotten (and honestly he didn't care, sibling sex was a yucky thought) but he'd seen the two together enough to know that they were pretty serious about one another. It was with this in mind that Fred forcibly Flooed his twin into the shop with the intention of blowing shit up in the lab; voices and laughter from the sales floor stopped them in the corridor between the office and their lab. Exchanging looks of amused confusion-why were their burglars so chipper?-they crept toward the front of the building and stopped at the sight of a smiling Harry Potter holding court (so to speak) and effortlessly convincing people to part with their galleons. Harry hated crowds and the way people looked at him like he was the second coming of Merlin so he generally avoided the sales floor during business hours. For him to man it now could only mean that he was trying to do the twins a favor by making sure they didn't lose a full day's sales when he was available to take care of things. Between personal investments, family investments, and the sheer volume of his inheritance Harry's twelve times great grandchildren would never need to work while only having the best and there would still be plenty left over, so a singe day's lost sales wouldn't affect Harry nearly as much as it would the twins.

Fred was heterosexual, and really hoped he found a woman like Harry someday. Really all he wanted out of life was a steady business and Harry with breasts and a vagina in place of a penis-obscene wealth welcome but not required. Was that too much to ask for?

"Only an hour left 'till close."

George's eyes, Fred noticed, hadn't left Harry's smiling face in the several minutes they'd stood in the doorway; neither had they lost the expression of love and desperation they'd had since the truth of Ginny's pregnancy had been revealed.

"You want to blow shit up, or you want to stock the sales floor so there's less to do when he locks up?"

Fred didn't wait for an answer, already moving toward the stock room.
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The store was closed, shelves stocked, till counted, housekeeping charms activated, and the twins were excitedly cataloging their new 'gifts' from the Orient. George had convinced Harry to put off catching up the ledgers until the next day and grab a late supper with him instead (not that Harry exactly needed convincing) so while the twins finished up their inventory Harry did a quick sort on the papers strewn across his desk. While the twins were getting much better at obtaining proper receipts, he still got scraps of (often charred) parchment with notes like '5 gal @ S&J, put change in cup'. No date, no signature, and Harry didn't bother to try and figure out what the twins meant by 'in cup' since he was sure he'd find another note somewhere to the affect of 'took change from cup, got lunch @ Leaky'. Using a very basic 'scan the top line' method, Harry sorted everything into one of three piles: Incoming, Outgoing, and How Is This Relevant? Placing what the twins called his 'patented fuck this up and die charms' over his desk, Harry gathered his personal belongings and moved toward the lab. He wasn't taking the satchel home, that belonged to the store, but he was going to ask if he could leave everything in the twins' flat over the shop and bring a bag for it the next day.

Harry stopped in the doorway and leaned against the frame in exhaustion, watching his boyfriend's obvious awe over some of the satchel's contents with a gentle smile. Sure, Fred was excited too and Harry was happy to see that, but it was George's excitement that made Harry feel content. Almost as though the insanely long trip had been worth it. Seeing his boyfriend four days or so a month for the past six months had been more difficult than Harry expected, and had forced Harry to take a serious look at his relationship. What he'd found hadn't been too terribly unexpected, but he was still unsure; Harry thought George might love him in return, but they'd always been sort of an 'in the now' kind of relationship.

And then George looked up, putting the Japanese Dragon Fluff on the 'you can't afford to use it anyway' shelf, and gave Harry bright smile; Harry's thought drifted away as his face lit up in response.
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George had grasped the opportunity to drag Harry upstairs and tell him about Ginny's deception with both hands, sending his twin off to grab a take away from the Leaky Cauldron. Fred left without complaint and George sat his boyfriend down on the blinding fuchsia sofa-complete with neon yellow and electric blue throw pillows. George took a deep breath before spilling everything, leaving Harry in a state of shock. Just before Fred returned Harry broke down into tears, finally speaking for the first time in nearly thirty minutes.

"Why?"
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