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A second chance to get it right	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fred Views: 6059 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter franchise so I'm not making any money writing this. If I did, Ginny would have died instead of Fred.

Chapter List
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Title: A second chance to get it right
Pairings: Fremione, SeamusxGeorge, DennisxAstoria, BillxFluer, OliverxPercy, ViktorxCharlie and references to DracoxHarryxBlaise, MichaelxGinny and RonxLavender
Rating: M
Summary: Side-fic to Be Careful What You Wish For. Follows Fremione and SeamusxGeorge's second chance at love. The rebirth of WWW and their growing families.

Bill was going through files from the goblins.
The owners of Zonko’s had closed the shop and were really close to defaulting on their mortgage to Gringotts but they were trying to negotiate more money out of Fred.
Bill refused to even bring it up with Fred, he had been asked to do it on Fred’s behalf and Fred’s offer was fair.
Honestly, he thought that they were just posturing so when he heard a knock on his door Bill hoped it was them coming to their senses.
Absently he called out, “Come in.”
Sweeping the door open weren’t the owners of Zonko’s; it was pro-tem Minister for Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt, former Auror and Member of the Order of the Phoenix.
Bill started to rise, “Minister,”
Kingsley waved his hand dismissively, “I’ll have you know twice bitten as your brother is; he has impeccable sense when it comes to politics.”
Bill stared at him flabbergasted, “What do you mean sir?”
“In the interests of justice I approached your brother Percy to ask him to audit the Department of Magical Children to determined who placed Lady Asteria Greengrass illegally in that Muggle orphanage. Also to obtain names of similar children though I hope to Merlin there aren’t any. He agreed on one condition.”
Bill frowned, “What condition would convince Percy to have any dealings with the Ministry?”
“You’re being appointed to Dirk Creswell’s old job as the Head of the Goblin Liaison Office. He had a point, you have been quite essential in smoothing relationships between our peoples since the end of the war.” Kingsley smirked. “It would be quite fitting since I just appointed your brother as the Centaur Liaison. He had the intriguing idea that not only while I was at Hogwarts that I should meet the herd but that the liaison office should be at Hogwarts and not the Ministry in the interests of better serving both the Ministry and the Centaurs.”
“My my, you can’t take Percy out of politics it seems.” Bill said dryly, “Perhaps, you’ll make a Minister for Magic of him yet.”
“Was that a goal of his?” Kingsley chuckled.
“It’s been a family joke for years. To be honest, I’m not sure whether the idea was his or our mother’s first.” Bill shrugged.
“What about you?”
“Keeper for the Cannons was my first choice sir,” Bill rubbed his neck in an embarrassed way, “to be honest being a Cursebreaker was my fall back career after I had to quit the team because I was Head Boy.”
“A pity, you definitely have the build of a Quidditch Keeper.” Kingsley teased.
Bill blushed; he knew damn well that bent wizards absconded with player positions to refer to positions or types. Pretty boys were Seekers, overly muscular ones were Beaters, tops were Chasers and Keepers were bottoms.
To his knowledge Charlie, Percy and George were all Keepers, Oliver was a ‘Chaser’ but Bill had little idea of his brothers’ real body type they could be using glamours…
Especially Charlie who had been ‘hiding’ from being bent or some such nonsense…
As their big brother he loved them no matter if they were bent or straight, all he wanted was for them to have someone who loved and respected them as their bonded.
XoooooX
Fred had bid good day to his grandmother who had when hearing of her son’s depression, insisted that he come home and sent elves to retrieve him from Fred’s apartment. Rumours that his grandparents had been furious with his father because he was their favourite might be true after all.
Between the shop and Hermione, Fred didn’t really, much to his embarrassment, have the time or patience to help his dad.
As soon as he opened the study door, his grandfather looked up and closed his paper, “Fred, what brings you to the Hall?”
“You know of course that I’m planning a sort of family get-together, the war brought us back together but we still have healing to do. I thought maybe a family dinner would be just the thing. I was going to have it at the shop but Harry thought it was too small so he offered his place. It used to be called Grimsby.”
“Oh, Alphard’s old place. I know he joined the Bones family but I was always surprised he made Sirius his heir especially with two sons. Then again he was close to his cousin Orion and younger brother Cygnus, they were of an age.” Septimus said thoughtfully.
“Then you should know where it is,” Fred began.
“Of course, of course. It’s so nice to see the family coming back together. Bill struggled to keep it together after the Battle. Your father threw himself into his work tracking down Death Eaters while Charlie ran away to Romania and your mother merely cooked like a Hogwarts elf.” Septimus snorted.
Knowing his grandfather didn’t believe in pureblood wives labouring like house elves and thankfully his siblings agreed about that, Fred smirked, “Well with my school being built up, it should eliminate any bearer’s need to stay home to mind the children. Even if Hermione doesn’t agree with me about house elves right now, they do have their uses.”
“What is your reasoning for bonding to a Muggleborn?” Septimus scowled.
Fred knew his grandfather wasn’t really prejudice; he was supportive of Muggleborn rights but no one in his family until Fred himself had actually bonded to one or even considered it.
He sighed, “She’s very strong magically and intelligent, her generation’s Lily Evans-Potter they say. Plus she is pregnant by Ron, six months and he’s an abusive git who injured her recently, since I loved her and we don’t allow our offspring to be born bastards it is my way to take her for myself.”
"In light of her pregnancy sired by a Weasley, I will allow you to bond. To avoid filing time, I will sanction a Scamander bonding. The sooner, the better Fridricus." Septimus frowned.
Fred beamed at him, "Really? Thanks granddad."
Septimus coughed in embarrassment, "About that school of yours...I would like to make an investment. A scholarship fund in my godson Gideon's name to be precise."
Fred straightened up, "Seriously? That's brilliant! You'll have to talk to Andromeda and solicitor Malfoy but I would like that."
"What were you calling it again?" Septmus frowned.
"The Remus Lupin school for young children." Fred smirked.
Septimus chuckled, "How interesting...my bearer was Lupin.."
Fred blinked, “You’re joking…”
Septimus shook his head, “My full name is Septimus Remus Weasley."
Fred swallowed, “Wow…”
“So I would be proud to be a supporter of your school.”
Fred chuckled, “Well in honour of Remus, Sirius and Harry I’m planning on having our entire operation renamed Marauders Incorporated. I figure that with three Marauders dying to protect our world it would be a decent tribute.”
“It probably would. So how is Arcturus?”
“Dad took my return predictably however a letter from beyond the grave from his ex, threw him for such a loop that well he’s almost catatonic? He hardly eats and spends most of his awake hours staring at the wall. If I didn’t force him to eat or shower he wouldn’t. Gran has ordered him moved here. I hope that you two can help him because I’m clueless.” Fred shrugged.
“Must have been quite a letter...” Septimus said thoughtfully.
“It didn’t necessarily have ‘happy’ news. I don’t know all of it. I did mention something to Gran, perhaps I shouldn’t have. I should be heading back, lots of work to do getting the shop back up and running. Hermione is anxious to have her parents back in her life and with her pregnancy the best thing I can do is try to keep her stress levels down.” Fred said rising.
“I’ll speak with Cedrella.” Septimus mused.
“Thank you grandad, will you be attending my little get-together?”
Septimus smirked, “We wouldn’t miss it. If Arthur is here we’ll be sure to bring him. Especially if there won’t be any Ron, Ginny or Mary.”
Fred took his leave and flooed back to his office above the shop kissing Hermione before heading down to help with the stocking.

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