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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 4

For the first time in Bree’s life he had regular meals and sleep.

He helped scrub the shop once Fred picked up the key.

Fred still didn’t like him and acted like he didn’t trust him.

But George was nice; he showed him all of their inventions and what they did. He taught him magic…he never implied he was a squib or anything derogatory.

He was expected to unpack and fill the shelves here at the shop.

Bree tapped the first entwined triple W that George called a packing portkey, he flushed feeling silly, “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.”

A shimmer and the triple W turned into a pyramid of boxes.

“Wingardium Leviosa.” Bree said pointing his wand at the top box.

It rose towards the ceiling shakily.

Bree concentrated as he spoke again. “Acio top box.”

It zoomed towards him and nearly bowled him over, he sighed. George made this look so bloody easy and he felt like a fool.

Bree push it gently towards the ground before muttering, “Finite.”

The box settled on the floor with a slight wobble.

Bree pulled a knife out of his belt and used it to open the box; he wasn’t comfortable enough to try one of those slicing jinxes that George showed him. He had enough trouble with the two spells he was using.

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George realized that part of Bree’s slowness was his wand.

He’d finally talked Fred into heading to Ollivanders for their own wands a few weeks back.

It was annoying to use the wands their mother gave them

It was beyond embarrassing to lean that his wand had belonged to his grandmother Dana.

He maybe bent but he was still a wizard…

Fred’s once belonged to Gideon Prewett, their paternal uncle.

The one running the shop of Garrick Olli vender’s cousin Louis.

Who examined their wands and muttered darkly before questioning them about each other.

Now instead of an 11’ Peach and Unicorn hair wand, George wielded a sturdy 15” Bowtruckle skin and Fir wand.

Fred’s wand had been a Healer’s wand: a Flexible 10” Unicorn Hair and Alligator Juniper. His current wand was a 14” Springy Billywig Stinger and Sycamore. Apparently it was a curious wand that loved learning and experimenting. Which suited his gregarious and imaginative twin.

George knocked on the door.

Bree glared at him, “What do you want? I’m trying.”

“It’s George. I think I may have figured out part of the reason you have trouble. The wand doesn’t like you. Fred and I sort of had the same problem. Had to buy new wands.”

Bree blinked, “You’ve already given me a job, a place to sleep and see that I eat regularly. Why would you get me a wand?”

George laughed, “If you want I’ll deduct it out of your pay. Since that would make it difficult to keep yourself in books I’ll probably deduct a sickle a week out of your pay. So you can still buy books.”

“Don’t need to bother.” Bree muttered.

George smirked, “I’m doing it because I want to and because it will benefit you in the long run. It would make your job easier. Struggling to use a wand that doesn’t suit is annoying.”

“Fine.” Bree grumbled.

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George flicked his wand and all the boxes landed on the shelves in their proper place.

Bree grumbled, “Not fair! You make it look so easy.”

George patted his shoulder companionably; “You’ll get it eventually. I just finished it so Fred couldn’t complain about you not finishing.”

Bree stiffened under the chaste but gently touch.

George sighed, “You have to know by now that I won’t hurt you. Come on.”

They headed up to the office and flooed to the Rue de Leon district of Paris. It was where the French Ministry was and also contained the Diagon Alley of France.

George led him to the Paris branch of Ollivanders.

“Bonjour! Oh it’s you Master George. How might I help you?”

George gave him a false blush, “Well you see…Bree here is my assistant at the shop. I sort of blew up his wand on accident. I was hoping since it was one of your cousin’s you might be able to fit him to a better wand.”

“Do you know what it was?”

George was thoughtful, “I only read one book on Wandlore back at Hogwarts but I think it was a 12 ¾” Dragon heartstring and English Oak. I remember it was bendy. It was stubborn and required Bree to put more effort into his casting then he needed too.”

“What is Bree like?”

“He is shy but hard working. He likes to stick to the shadows and do what needs to be done without being noticed. He’s an orphan. Privately tutored but a quick study.”

“Cherry wood, aids rather than hinders. It would help boost his confidence. I think that would suit. But the core…”

‘Perhaps a stone?” George offered.

“Yes…” Louis circled him thoughtfully and then went to grab a handful of wands with cores fashioned from powdered stone. “Not Jasper…doesn’t seem interested in Runes or law. Not a healer for Galena wouldn’t suit. What about Aventurine? Hmm…lets try that.”

George watched as he pulled out two wands.

Louis Ollivander opened it, “No, that’s Hickory.” He took the other one and smirked, “Yes, a 11” rather bendy Aventurine Powder and Cherry. Try that.”

Bree held out his hand palm up.

It threw itself across the shop.

Bree held up his hands to protect his face.

It hit his left palm and out of reflex fingers gripped it.

It sparked, throwing out blue, bronze and yellow sparks.

“Were you are Hogwarts, you may have been a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw. One can usually guess by the colour of the sparks if one is destined for Hogwarts.”

George smirked, “Price?”

“Cherry is cheap and easy to get a hold of. Aventurine isn’t a commonly demanded core. My uncle purchased it years ago. It gets stronger with age. I’ll let it got for five galleons?”

George whistled, “Fred was fourteen Galleons and mine was nine.”

Louis shrugged, “Like I said I didn’t have to worry or go to difficult lengths to obtain the wand wood and core.”

“Seventeen sickles to a galleon, five galleons that’s 85 sickles. A sickle a week shouldn’t take long, a little more then a year?” George shrugged.

“That’s a year and three months!” Bree hissed. “How can you be okay with that?”

George shrugged, “It’s less than our rent. Once we get the shop really bringing in money I’ll try to arrange a higher rent. Besides you sleep at the shop now, why does it matter? You need it.”

Bree glared, “Fine.”

George smirked and paid for the wand. “Thanks. Come let’s head back before Fred turns into mum.”

“You want to floo back to Diagon? You’re welcome to use my floo.”

George bowed, “Thanks. We’ll take you up on that.”

Louis led them into the back and pointed out the floo. “It’s always nice to have repeat customers who buy wands for others.”

George laughed pulling Bree into the floo, “I ever have kids I know who to bring them to for their wands.”

“Good day gentleman.”

“Weasley Wizard Wheezes.” George called out throwing down the powder.

At least he managed to do something nice for the shy cute stock boy…

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

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