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Rise of the Cannonites	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 12612 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rise of the Cannonites

Pairings: GideonxArthur, BreccxGeorge, ViktorxCharlie and BillxFleur ect.

Summary: a spin of story of 'I did not Sleep with that wizard!' focusing on the Weasley-Prewett family. Tracks the family's rise to fame.

Chapter 2

As a Black and the Weasley family's foremost expert on Dark Magic, it was Cedrella who sensed the aura of powerful Dark Magic growing in Godric's Hollow.

She stormed to her feet wand at the ready, "They've come..."

Arthur blinked, "Who mother?”

"The Death Eaters."

Septimus followed her, his wand ready for a fight.

Gideon, Arthur and Cadmus followed.

The five left Weasley Hall and Apparated to the sources of the screams.

There were Inferi everywhere.

Mothers clutched their children to them and held shaking wands out.

The Muggles were screaming and even more panic stricken.

Cedrella yelled, “If you’ve got children to protect run! We’ll take care of them.”

Cedrella may have been born in 1917 but she was still deadly with a wand. While not as old as Dumbledore she was still rather spry for a seventy-nine year old witch.

Septimus was only eighty-one having been a yearmate of Cedrella’s elder sister Callidora and her husband Harfang. Both of whom had proceeded them to the Veil to their mutual sorrow.

Arthur, Gideon and Cadmus were veterans of the First Wizarding War.

Gideon may have been a healer in training but he was definitely the brother of an Auror.

Gideon recognized the wandwork of one of the masked Death Eaters.

It was Dolohov who had been involved in the deaths of his brother and Caradoc.

Vengeance would be his; he would avenge them.

Gideon uncast his glamour, “Oh Antonin, I think you missed one.”

Arthur cursed, “Gideon! Are you trying to get killed?”

“Hey Ave it’s a Prewett. Guess we didn’t kill him. Ought to fix that.” The Death Eater called out to his compatriot.

Curses, hexes and jinxes flew more often then shield charms from the Death Eaters’ wands.

The Weasley family and Gideon wove shields to protect the fleeing citizens.

It was Cedrella who either burnt the Inferi from the local graveyard or she in rare cases managed to deanimate the corpses.

Spells and sparks filled the air.

Arthur proved his worth as an Auror because his duelling was the best.

Cadmus was a writer; despite his having served once as a Head Boy his dueling skills had only been honed out of necessity. Having a brother in the Auror program had helped immensely.

The Death Eaters were furious when their Inferi army was decimated.

They became more rash.

Which made it far easier for them to be disarmed and captured.

Gideon took great pleasure in his capture of Dolohov.

Arthur was somehow not surprised to find his prisoner was the Avery he went to school with.

Septimus had captured Rookwood who had once served as an Unspeakable while Cadmus had Mulciber the younger.

Arthur had the prisoners under magic restraining wards, and restrained with iron shackles.

As a member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement who on rare occasions made arrests, Arthur had no problem flooing to the Auror Department with his prisoners.

He was bit smug that he and his family managed to capture escaped Death Eaters that the Aurors and Hit Wizards failed to recapture. After all his greatest capture to date prior was the Case of Regurgitating Toilets. That person got off thanks to politics much to his fury.

Let them laugh at him now!

XoooooX

Augusta had been riding when she sensed them.

At the edge of her wards were users of Dark Magic.

Augusta sent her own talking Patronus, a wolf to her grandson and fell upon the attackers.

Neville was at her side quickly having order Rika to bring him.

The Lestrange brothers were foolish; with Bellatrix in custody they were mad with rage and thirsting for revenge.

They cast spell after spell so the air filled with sparks and flashes of light.

Neville had pouches of magical seeds that Luna had gifted him. He tossed rose seeds that turned out to be made of iron and grew the instant they touched the ground. With a little his magic they weaved to block spells cast by the Death Eaters. His greatest skills were Defence and Herbology. It became second nature to use the seeds.

He tossed Devil’s Snare towards the Death Eaters but it was defeated. Neville focused on using his plants for traps and defence.

A red head that was probably one of the Weasleys joined the battle casting curses and countercurses with such skill and precision that he was clearly the Cursebreaker in the family

The battle became so fraught with tension and magic that it was almost stifling and anti-climatic when the two Death Eaters were captured.

Augusta had taken great glee in capturing Bellatrix's husband Rodolphus Lestrange.

Once unmasked it seemed that Bill and Neville had taken Rabastan, Rodolphus' brother.

Neville managed to trap him in Devil’s Snare despite being saddled with a snapped wand.

Another Death Eaters emerged from the shadows and tried to attack Neville and Bill from behind.

Andromeda wasn’t good at Charms but her true skill lay in Transfiguration. A flick of a wand and a muttered spell and the cowardly Death Eater was a flobberworm.

The Weasley spun around and held up his wand, “If you transfigure them back I’ll petrify them and put them under the Incarcerous. “

Augusta nodded sharply, casting a half-hearted finite.

Bill tossed with practiced ease the two spells to retrain the Death Eater.

Then he reached over to tug the mask off.

“O’Mordha? He was Slytherin and was in Charlie’s year I think. Nasty bloke, tormenting Muggleborns and spreading lies about other students. Dumbledore turned a blind eye to it. They all did. “ The redhead grumbled, “Somehow I’m not surprised he joined this lot.”

Augusta created a portkey to take herself, her grandson, his betrothed and their captives to the Auror Department.

It was pure chaos.

Augusta ignored the Aurors and dragged a very bound and stunned Rodolphus through the department to the cells.

Once she had her son and his Bonded’s tormentors as well as the spare behind bars, Augusta casted massive wards.

They would be safe from cast spells- unfortunately, and only non-poisoned food could be fed to them.

They had magic restraining spells, iron shackles, anti-Animagus wards and all containment spells that Augusta could remember.

Charms had never been her best subject...but her son Francis had taken care to teach her spells he learned in Auror training.

Neville had done so well that Augusta dragged him to Paris via the floo network for a wand. Only the very best for her grandson, after all he greatly deserved his own wand since his father’s had splintered during the battle.

Luckily for Neville he had a Weasley at his side casting spells. It probably kept him alive thank Merlin…

Although his creative use of plants and defence was also a probably factor.

Apparently, she now owned a life debt to the Weasley family. How she would manage to pay it she didn’t know but she’d do her best.

XoooooX

Fred was in the front of the shop when the screams start he pulled open the door of the shop and called to the parents with children, “Come inside where it’s safe.”

Best thing in a dangerous situation is to distract the youngsters.

The parents seemed grateful.

Fred let the children and their parents explore the shop but keeping an eye on them. He was considering this a preview of the wonders to come.

Verity came out of the back with a box in her arms, “Fred?”

“Watch the guests.” Fred ordered as he kept an eye out on the duels outside.

He couldn’t leave his shop and well it was safer in here.

Fred weaved wards to make the shop appeared to be closed and dark to those not inside it.

It wasn’t until Tonks Apparated with her prisoners that Fred announced that theDeath Eaters had been arrested.

Those seeking sanctuary cheered.

That was how Weasley Wizard Wheezes nade their debut in Diagon Alley.

Excited, distracted children were bought products by grateful parents.

XoooooX

Greg returned briefly to his home to raise the blood wards before being taken to Weasley Hall by house elf.

When he arrived there was a feeling of tension and recent Dark Magic.

Greg called out; “Mal?” he was worried…had his father learned of his relationship with her?

Gideon found him, “Greg? What happened?”

“Father was arrested.” Greg gave him a weary smile; “I sent Giselle to France and asked Millie to look after her. I raised the blood wards and came here. With Father arrested if I am his legal heir I can seize his title. I’ll need it to negotiate for Mal.”

“He was arrested?” Gideon frowned.

“Father is not only a pureblood supremacist he is also a Death Eater. I’m going into hiding partially because father failed in his duty and was arrested, but primarily because I have no desire to follow a Master would have Mal killed because of her blood.” Greg chattered nervously.

“You need assistance?” Gideon smirked.

“I need help acquiring my father’s title so that Mal and I can be bonded. I want our daughter to be born legitimate even if she can’t assume the title. I also need to gain control of the Bulstrode estate; Millie’s father is in custody as well. She isn’t of age quite yet and since she’s female she could lose nearly everything.”

“It’s relatively simple, I’ll seize the Goyle estate through Mal’s daughter. I’ll arrange a bonding and then declare you emancipated.” Gideon declared. “Then you can seize the Bulstrode title on the same terms. I’ll ask Sanctus to portkey here to discuss it. The sooner we move the less chance the Ministry has. Do you have a mother in the picture?”

Greg shook his head, “Mother was sickly and had Giselle too young. We were both born before she was to have graduated. I was born ten months later and she didn’t survive the birth. I was the stronger of us so I was sometimes mistaken for the elder child. It was almost cruel of father to force her to carry children so young. I would have wanted to wait. Fifteen is very young to have a child…I’m worried.”

“Mal is quite healthy. I cast the spells to be sure often on Mal and Ginny.” Gideon assured him. “I had finished regular healer training but hadn’t finished my training as a specialist.”

“What were you studying?”

“Learning how to treat all matter of Quidditch related injuries.” Gideon shrugged.

“Could you finish?” Greg asked.

“I haven’t asked…” Gideon frowned.

“Well that might be something you wish to consider. If you were certified you could pay yourself as the team healer.” Greg shrugged.

“Or I could work for free.” Gideon chuckled.

“I’m so grateful you’ll help me.”

Gideon smiled, “It’s the least I can do for my daughter’s bonded. She cares for you ad wants to support you. She stands up to your detractors…”

Greg blushed, “She’s a great girl, she was the first person to realize I wasn’t stupid. She saw I had trouble and taught me how to fix it. She even told me how to talk the professors into helping me find ways to pass exams. I was allowed to use dictate quills that are primarily for contracts or secretaries.”

“I think you’ll prove to be a fine couple because you want to support one another. Perhaps, Viktor could recommend a school closer to the Preserve for Mal to study at. Then she could commute instead of staying here in Britain while you’re in Romania.” Gideon mused.

“Really? That would be so brilliant. That is if it’s possible. She would be far away…” Greg’s brow furrowed.

“We’ll see what Viktor says about healing schools in Europe.” Gideon chuckled leading him off to find Mal.

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