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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.

Notes: This story is set in the same universe as Ties of friendship, Bonds of Fate; Drawing Down the Moon, Reforging Old Bonds and Bound to you. It starts prior to Bound and will at some point play out concurrently.

Chapter 6

Fred had slipped into the stockroom to tell Bree that they were low on skiving snack boxes.

Unfortunately, Bree was not to be seen…

However there was an avalanche of fallen boxes.

Fred sent his patronus for his twin, a lynx and set about replacing the boxes.

George took a deep breath when he found Fred flicking his wand to put the boxes in their normal places.

George swallowed and helped Fred, his heart in his throat.

The closer they got to the floor they realized the boxes had blood on them.

Fred made the blood disappear with a flick of his wand.

George knelt in the pool of blood and examined Brecc gently.

Growing up in a family of six boys you sort of picked up rudimentary first aid. "I think he has a concussion."

"You remember Tonks? The girl with the crazy hair from Charlie's year?" Fred offered.

George nodded.

"I think her mum's a healer. I'll pop over to St. Mungos and see if she'll pay a house call. I doubt that Bree would let you take him to the hospital." Fred said still looking worried.

George gave him a weak smile, "At least give Verity the skiving snack boxes. I'd hate to run short with customers in the shop."

Fred nodded, fetching the box before disappearing.

George conjured a wet flannel and gently wiped the blood from Bree's face. "What happened love? Come on open your eyes gorgeous. You're going to give me white hairs you know."

Bree groaned.

George reluctantly pressed him gently to lay flat, "Don't move just yet."

"What happened? Last thing I remember I was on the ladder…"

George cursed, "Merlin's holey pants! I told you that thing was a death trap."

"Pardon me for not being as skilled as you two at levitating. The box I wanted was too high for me to reach it with a summoning charm because I couldn't see it."

"I'm sorry I just panicked seeing you covered in blood. I swear I lost several years off my life. Just wait for the healer, as soon as she says it's safe I promise to let you up. I'll probably tag along like a motherless Crup until I'm sure you're alright."

"What's a healer?"

"Something like a Muggle doctor only better, she won't cut you open or anything. She probably won't even touch you."

"Do let go of my Mr. Weasley. I am perfectly capable of walking without being dragged."

Bree tried for shirk from his touch but George just threaded their fingers together and wouldn't let Bree take his hand back.

"You're not the first bent couple I've met, nor will you be the last. I have no issue with being bent; I've treated Severus for years. Now will someone tell me what happened?"

George winced she was more imperious then mother but unlike Molly Weasley she have an aura that demanded respect. "He was on the ladder retrieving a box. He most have lost his balance and fell."

"We found him covered in boxes." Fred added frowning.

"I didn't do this on purpose." Bree snapped, "I wasn't going for cause of death, crushed to death by boxes."

Fred frowned, "I didn't say that."

"Ignore him." George advised, "He is trying to avoid admitting he was worried about you."

"He has a concussion and will have plenty of bruises. He shows signs of years of abuse and neglect."

Bree cringed, "George didn't anything to me."

"I can tell you've had at least a year of adequate nutrition and rest. You should talk about what you suffered; holding it in can cause great harm. When he is ready to deal with it and wants healing, you should make an appointment with my bonded. Ted would gladly help." Andromeda held out a set of potions, "A pain reliever for the headache due to the concussion, he has bone-deep bruises but no breaks. I have bruise balm that should speed up the healing on the bruises. I can help him recover physically more quickly from the abuse if he wishes, it will take time and effort but it must be his choice."

George pocketed the potions and stood with Bree in his arms, "I'll take good care of him Healer."

"See that you do…" Andromeda said shortly, "I will stop by during lunch tomorrow to check on him. If he wishes to rest, you should wake him every hour. If he becomes highly disoriented then send for me right away. It might be wiser to take him straight to St. Mungos."

"No hospitals." Bree snarled.

"I will leave my home floo address with Fred while you two clean up."

George carried a still protesting Bree up to the boy's apartment, "No we'll get you cleaned up and then you can berate me all you want. Be gentle with your head, I saw her use a sealing charm on your head wound which was where all the blood came from. I'm worried about you, I may look calm but inside I'm shaking Merlin I can hardly keep the memory of you on the floor in a pool of blood out of my head."

He stripped them with a spell and carrying Bree into the shower, he held Bree close close but he paused to cast an impervious charm on Bree's wound before turning the water on. He kissed the smaller wizard, leaning back on the shower wall as he gently washed Bree's body, there were faint and not so faint scars that made him ache for vengeance but the abuser was dead, beyond the reach of vigilantly justice.

Bree held him just as tightly, relishing the gentle and possessive way that George took care of him.

They only kissed and cleaned one another before exiting the shower.

A warm fluffy towel was waiting for each of them.

There was something sensual about drying one another…

They exited the loo wearing only towels to find lunch waiting on the small kitchen table.

They ate in silence, sneaking heady looked that when caught went straight to their cock.

After lunch, Bree dragged George back to the bedroom and fucked him into tomorrow.

Fred found them in bed together, George was asleep and Bree was toying with his hair.

"What do you want?" Bree snarled.

"I just…wanted to be sure you were both alright. George was worried…." Fred muttered.

"So were you." Bree sneered.

"So? You're one of our employees and I thought the stockroom was safe. The accident shouldn't have happened."

"It was an accident." Bree snorted.

"A few boxes falling sure, but an entire shelf? I highly doubt that. George was worried. He'll want to stick close to you to be sure you're safe." Fred said shortly.

"You're jealous it's not you."

"I don't like blokes." Fred frowned.

"Perhaps, perhaps not." Bree said noncommittally.

Fred stormed off.

"Keep telling yourself that." Bree said under his breath as he tried to smooth the worry lines on George's devastatingly handsome face. While the features were the same, their faces weren't always the same.

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