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Breaking the chains of the past	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13566 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Breaking the chains of the past

Pairing: Fred x O.C. x George

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: Fred and George left Hogwarts after they failed to cross the age line. They quit school rather then being expelled, they believed that too much formal education rotted the creative mind. Approached by Harry's 'sister' Artemis they are given not only a place to live besides the burrow but also a sizable investment due to Harry's unwanted Triwizard Cup winnings. While they prepare to open their shop the Weasley twins meet an unusual wizard with a past. They become rivals for this wizard's affection.

Chapter 3

Fred and George Apparated to Sanctus Malfoy's office in London.

Well they Apparated to the closest Public Apparation point and then walked there.

They were greeted by a pleasant secretary named Janice, who was so cute Fred just had to flirt with her.

"Hello lovely lady. Is Solicitor Malfoy in? My brother and I have an appointment."

She blushed, "He is but he's with another client. You are the Weasley brothers? He should be available in ten minutes."

Fred grinned, "Is that long enough to get your address?"

George rolled his eyes, Fred was incorrigible at times and an outrageous flirt.…

The door to the inner office opened and a tall man with short blonde hair stepped out.

He shook the others hand before spying them.

"Fred and George Weasley?"

Fred nodded.

The man strode towards them, "Sanctus Malfoy. I'm Lucius' cousin. Not a closely claimed cousin but a cousin all the same. Now if you'll come with me."

George followed at once but Fred paused to wink at the poor flustered secretary.

Sanctus gestured for them to take a seat. "I would be remiss in not speaking to you about the irregularity of this. Two eighteen year old wizards renting from a twelve year old witch."

George blinked, he slugged Fred, "We missed Nemia's birthday you idiot."

Fred glared rubbing his arm, "That's what you're upset about? He called us eighteen. We're actually nineteen.

Sanctus glared at them, "AS if that's much better. Artemis is rather mature for her age and is quite talented like her father. However since she is my cousin's goddaughter I can't turn my head if she's being taken advantage of."

Fred blinked, "Us take advantage of her? No way. We'd never even spoken to her before. WE sort of adopted her sister Nemia. We quit school because the headmaster is a right nasty git."

George poke him, "Language Gred!"

Fred sighed, "Sorry sir. She sent an owl after us. She offered us a place to stay. We accepted and then we started up an odd correspondence. She is smarter than we would have guessed. She sent us Harry's Triwizard Cup Winnings. We were surprised. She also offered us the #93 Diagon Alley premises. They are beyond our imagination. We are as shocked as you are."

George spoke up, "We're perfectly willing to sign a contract with you as her representative for a reasonable rent of those premises. We also need articles of corporation making Weasleys Wizard Wheezes a legal company. I think with such an investment into our joke shop, Harry should be made one-third partner. He should be legally entitled to one third of the profits. He'll be a silent partner for now but we'll inform him at the right time. He doesn't want anything to do with the money for now so we'll respect his wishes."

"I can draw up the partnership and the company papers." Sanctus said warily.

"It's about time we go legit. No more sneaking around and setting up shop in empty classrooms and unused bathrooms." Fred grinned.

"I suppose you aren't taking advantage of Miss Artemis. I'll make our the contracts and send them to you. Since I'm choosing to give you a chance, we'll head over to the premises and have a look around."

The twins grinned at each other.

"We're for that."

The trip was by Apparation of course.

Sanctus unlocked the shop.

Fred was very interested in the storefront with its two levels.

George had to go over every inch of the storerooms at the back of the shop and in the basement.

They both examined the apartment and the office above the shop.

They hugged.

"This is so perfect. I can ever set up a lab in the basement."

"We have plenty of room for the things we've already packaged!"

"What would the rent be?"

"Well, I should make it more but Artemis insisted on no more than teen Galleons a month."

Fred blinked, "Only ten? I would have expected thirty…with the cost of the space."

Sanctus sighed, "That was why I wanted to know if you were taking advantage of her."

George shook his head, "She's too nice a girl for us to do that."

"You'll have to open a company vault and arrange for deposits into Artemis and Harry's personal vaults."

Fred nodded, "We'll take care of that immediately. When can we move things in?"

Sanctus tapped his chin; "I'll have the contracts ready in two days."

The twins shook his hand.

"It's been a pleasure."

"Right a real pleasure."

Immediately, Fred and George made their way to Gringotts to open a vault for Weasleys Wizard Wheezes.

XoooooX

Bree woke to a cold house…

He felt cold…so cold…

He reached over to touch his father and the body was cold as ice.

Bree leaned over to feel for breath or a pulse and found nothing.

Free…

He sprang out of bed only to stagger.

He limped to the shower and scrubbed his skin raw.

He dressed in what little clothes he owned.

Bree grabbed a bag and shoved it full of clothes.

He found odd looking money, it must be wizard money….

Nervously he grabbed all the magic books he could find and his father's wand.

Bree was anxious to get away as far and quickly as he could…

Once he had all he wanted, he slipped out.

He paced outside the house he'd spent his horrendous childhood in and toyed with the wand.

There came a startling pop.

Then in front of him was an odd-looking purple triple-decker bus.

It was emblazoned with the words, 'Knight Bus.'

The door opened.

A gawky young man with a pimply face in his early twenties blinked at him, "Ya coming aboard or not?"

Bree nodded, scrambling up the steps trying to make sure the man didn't touch him.

"Me name's Stanley Shunpike. I'm the Knight Bus' conductor, well one of them anyway. This here is our driver Ernie Prang."

"Call me Bree." Bree said quietly.

"Bree? Odd name but it'll do. Where ya be wantin' to go?"

Bree sighed, "I don't know…anywhere but here."

"Well we're always here for witches and wizards that be in trouble. Keep in mind you still got to pay even if you don't know where ya wanna go." Standey said as the bus sturged forward so suddenly that Bree nearly fell.

"I'd like to go to a bookstore…I don't have a lot of money but I'd like to look at books."

"Aren't you young boy?" Stanley asked eyeing him critically.

Bree glared, "That's my business ain't it?"

"So it is, so it is." The driver muttered

"Best bookstore is Flourish and Blotts. Their biggest branch is in Diagon Alley."

"That will do…" Bree mumbled.

"That will be a couple stops away. It'll cost three sickles and five knets."

Bree nervously reached into his bag, and pulled out a handle of the money. He stared at it confused.

"Three of the silver and five of the bronze. Are you stupid or something?"

Bree glared, he counted out the money and shoved it at the rude conductor. "There now leave me alone." He stormed off and found the most isolated spot to curl up.

"Didn't mean to upset ya mate." Stanley hollered after him.

It took at least an hour, Bree wasn't sure how long since he didn't own a watch, before Diagon Alley was called. He exited the bus and was overwhelmed. There were so many people. He just wanted to curl up and pretend there weren't here.

He swallowed nervously, keeping his eyes on the ground. He glanced up now and then to find his way.

Bree finally found the bookstore and almost couldn't take it when he saw the crowd. He shook, how was he going to live on his own when he was so odd?

Bree grabbed a handful of books that looked interesting.

He whispered, "Silver are Sickles and the bronze are Knuts."

He paid for the books and slipped out.

His stomach growled.

He choose to stay away from crowded places like the Leaky Cauldron, wll it looked crowded…

He didn't want to go to the fancy looking places because he didn't think he had much money.

The dingy sign for Brews and Stews caught his eye.

Bree entered, it was cleaner than he'd guessed.

He choose a table.

A girl came up grinning, "Welcome to Brews and Strews. My name is Amy." She handed him a menu.

"Thanks…" Bree scanned it but he wasn't sure what to get. "What's the best and cheapest thing you offer?"

"Split pea soup and house tea." The girl answered looking at him strangely.

"I'll take that." Bree said handing the menu back.

"Alright."

Once she left he could breathe easier

The girl, Amy returned with his glass of water.

"Are you sure that's all you want?"

Bree nodded.

She left pouting.

Bree slowly drank his water, ignoring his growling stomach.

Amy returned with his soup.

Bree started eating ravenously as soon as it was placed in front of him

The girl stared at him and after a few moments of silence she left him blessedly alone.

The bowl was empty far too soon.

"You be wanting anything else?"

Bree jumped, he hadn't heard her approach. He shook his head, "No."

"That will be six sickles."

Bree winced, he slowly counted them out.

He had few of those odd coins. He left quickly.

He nervously wandered around.

He spotted a pair of tall red head putting up a help wanted sign in a window. He hurried over but was pushed.

He crashed into one.

"Hey! Watch it."

"Cool it Fred. He was pushed." One of them to knelt down and offered him a hand, "You alright? My name's George. The rude one is Fred. We're the new proprietors of this place."

"Haven't signed anything yet though." The one he'd crashed into said.

Shyly, Bree let the nice one help him up.

"Damn you're a cute one. What's your name?"

"Bree…."

"Bree? You got a surname?"

Bree winced, "Just Bree is fine."

"You interested in a job?" Fred asked.

Bree nodded, "I'm new here. I don't have a lot of money. I've never had a job before but I'm willing to learn."

"Well we won't pay much to start. Maybe you could stock shelves…" George said smiling at him.

"I suspose…" Fred shrugged.

"You got a place to sleep?"

Bree shook his head.

"You can stay with us until we open the shop. There is a apartment upstairs but we don't have a key yet. I'd prefer not to leave the shop unattended at night…"

"Forge! We don't even know him…"

"Don't be rude Gred! He's nice enough. He doesn't have much. I'm a good judge of character. Give him a chance. That bag all your stuff?"

Bree nodded.

"then its settled." George wrapped an arm around him.

The strangest set of feelings came over him.

And them the world went all weird…

The next thing Bree knew he was standing on the edge of a lawn surrounding a huge house.

"What? Where am I?"

Geoirge let go of him, "This is Ivy Hall. We're staying here as guests."

"How did we get here?"" Bree said looking around.

Fred frowned at him, "We Apparated…"

"What is Apparated…." Bree asked confused.

"It's a type of transportation. It's said to be difficult but we never had a problem with it." George smiled at him, "Haven't you heard of it? Sixth year students always sign up for lessons."

Bree stared at the ground, "I never went to school…"

"We're you taught at home? Or are you a squib?"

Bree blinked, "What's a squib?"

"Come inside Bree. It's more comfortable inside."

"What does he mean what's a squib? Everyone knows what a squib is…"

"Fred be quiet."

Fred started to grumble.

They entered the house; it was huge. It was decorated with shiny things and looked expensive…

The twins led him to a bright room with comfortable chairs and couches.

"Have a seat." George said gesturing at a chair.

Bree sunk into it a let out a sigh.

"How do you not know what a squib is?"

"Fred be quiet! I mean it."

"You just want to be nice to him because you think he's cute." Fred retorted.

George glared at his twin, "That's not important." He turned his attention back to Bree. "A Squib is someone born to two magical parents but hasn't any magic."

"I have some magic. I don't have my own wand but I can use the one I have. I can cast some spells but I only know what I've read."

"I guess he wasn't strong enough to be sent to Hogwarts."

"What's Hogwarts?"

"Didn't you get a letter on your eleventh birthday?" George asked gently.

Bree shook his head. "No…"

"Hogwarts is a school for witches and wizards. Its where we used to go until we decided we had enough. We're going into business instead."

"What is school?"

Fred blinked at him. "Are you serious?"

"Fred!" George said sharply.

Bree curled up in reaction.

"I won't hurt you…." George said softly.

"I'm sorry I'm not smart…" Bree whispered.

"Being smart has nothing to do with anything. Everyone learns in their own way. Fred's actually nice when he wants to be. He's just having an off day. I'll have Stria set up a room for you."

There was a strange pooping noise.

The oddest createre appeared and Bree screamd.

They were very short. It wore in an odd fashion, a wrinkled worn pillow case. It had pointy ears and large bulbous eyes.

"Master George be calling for Stria?"

"We have a temporary guest. Can you have a room made up for him?"

"Yes Master. Lunch be ready soon."

"Thank you."

"What is that?" Bree said trying to calm down.

"A house elf. They are servants. Stria belongs to our Ffiend Harry. We're just guests here."

"I get my own room?" Bree squeaked.

George smiled, "You sound like us. Until we came here, we'd never had our own room before. We always shared. "

"I shared too…"

"With a brother?" Fred asked.

Bree shook his head, "No…with my father…" he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around himself. Slowly, he started to rock…

XoooooX

George watched as the young man rocked…

He was so odd…

George felt strangely drawn to him…

He'd always known he was bent but he'd never been so powerfully attracted to anyone before…

Bree, if that was his real name was really cute.

Bree was about five foot, eight inches so he was around six inches shorter than George's six foot, two inch frame.

He was also rather slim, something like Harry or Professor Snape. Yet it seemed look like he was slim from not eating properly…

George's brow furrowed.

Bree seemed to try to shrink if he were touched and cringed at loud or rude speech. It made George suspicious that he'd been mistreated.

Bree had curly, honey coloured hair and eyes that seemed purple. They were skittish and George worried all the more.

Stria appeared with a pop.

"Stria have room ready. It's across from Master George's room."

George rose, "Thank you Stria." His voice was soft when he addressed their guest, "Bree? You want to see your room?"

The young man, unfolded himself, flushing as he stood. Bree reached for his bag and clutched it tightly. "Okay…"

George walked towards the door and heard soft footsteps behind him.

He quietly but slowly made his way to the corridor where the bedrooms were. He opened the door to Bree's room. "Here."

Bree weaved past him, ducking under his arm. He gasped. "This is all for me?"

George smiled, "Yes. This is your room as long as you are here. You are welcome to join us for meals. We may find work for you until we move things to the shop but this is your room."

"What do I owe you for this?" Bree asked quietly.

"Only helping us when we ask."

"Like what?" Bree shook a bit.

"Emptying boxes and counting perhaps. Sealing up boxes that are to be moved. Perhaps, a little organization." George scratched his head, "We've never had anyone work for us before so I'll have to wing it."

"Wing it?"

"Assign you work as I think of it."

"Oh…"

"Is that alright?" George asked cautiously.

Bree turned and smiled, "Yes. Thank you. You don't know how happy it makes me."

George laughed, "I can guess. You should smile more. It lights up your face…"

"I'd like to be alone to put what little I have away."

George nodded, his own smile vanishing. "Alright. Stria will let you know when Lunch is."

"I already ate…"

"Meals are mandatory." George said quickly. "You look like you've missed too many as it is."

"Oh…I guess I can eat a little more…"

George smiled, "I'll see you at Lunch then."

He left whistling the Chudley Cannons fight song…

There was something special about Bree….

A/N: What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?
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