Haven HP/DM Rated R 5/?
Title: Haven Chapter Five Author: amejisuto Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Harry/Draco, various background pairings but the main one will be Fred/George/Lee. Rating: R Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. . Warnings/Squicks: Manipulative!Dumbles. I wouldn't go so far to say Weasley!bashing but um, I'm close. A few minor character deaths are mentioned, but not any of the main characters. Mpreg of secondary character. More warnings may be added as I write the story. Summary: Harry's graduated from Hogwarts, turned eighteen and defeated a Dark Lord. Now what is he going to do with his life? Find the previous parts here. Beta'd by the wonderful suki_blue. Thank you dearest!
Notes: First of all, I tend to totally ignore HBP and DH. I tend to think JK lost the plot sometime halfway through OotP, but that's just my opinion. So yeah, this is a total AU after book five. Don't look for quick updates with this story, I'll try to put up a new chapter once a month. Oh, and for any HP reading that haven't read my Spander epics, I tend to suck at writing smut so there will be much on the friendship and THEN the relationship and then a tiny bit of smut. LOL Hope y'all enjoy the show!
Additional Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. I had a bad allergic reaction to meds, and then an allergic reaction to what I was using to treat the hives and then ANOTHER allergic reaction and ... well, I've not been having fun. Here's the new chapter about ten days late. Sorry y'all.
Chapter Five
"I mean, really, why does everyone just assume I want to marry some witch and have a herd of little nearsighted Potters running around? Yeah, I'd like to have children someday, but that day isn't today." Harry shook his head and went back to his task of helping the Twins and Lee Jordan shock the shelves at WWW. The shop didn't open until after one on Sundays, and Harry was helping his friends get ready for the rush that would no doubt happen in the afternoon, considering today was the day before the students left for Hogwarts.
"Harry mate, you should know that between Ickle Ronniekins ... "
"And our Mum filling Gin-Gin's head with visions of the perfect wedding and her own happily ever after life she’d have, with you filling in for Prince Charming ... "
"That just about everyone in the family is thinking that you and Ginny will end up together."
"Not that you're all that Charming, mind you ... "
"We tend to think you're a bit of a prat, disappearing like you did after killing off ol' Moldyshorts ... "
"With the three of us having to hear Ronniekins rant about you, and Dumbles popping in every once in a while hoping to catch you lying about on our couch ... "
"As if you'd let yourself be caught that easy ... "
"Still you owe us some major sucking up, little brother."
"Gits." Harry laughed and threw a Whoopee Cushion at Lee's head. The Twins finishing each other's sentences was bad enough, but once Lee had become seriously involved with Fred and George he'd started in too, which left Harry trying to follow a conversation from three different areas of the shop. "I can just see the mobs you'd have if I took Lee's place behind the register. Everyone and their uncles would come in to buy a Nosebleed Nougat just to be able to gawk at the Boy-Who-Lived-And-Couldn't-Make-Change and wouldn't buy a blessed thing."
"Oh no, dearest Harrykins, this isn't some minor favor you owe us." George abandoned the cases of Pinocchio Pops he was unpacking by the register and gave Harry an evil grin. Harry abandoned the display of Muggle Pranks he was stocking and moved to back away only to find Fred and Lee had moved into the aisle behind him, cutting him off.
Fred threw an arm around Harry's shoulder, pulling him close before mussing up his hair. "You see, young Harry, we have performed the ultimate brotherly act."
Lee came up and braced him from the other side, and Harry found himself squirming when a wet index finger made contact with his ear. "Fred and George have really outdone themselves this time, you might even say they risked life and limb."
"We, the unbeatable Trio of George, Fred and Lee, have done the impossible." George leaned in close and pulled at the back of Harry's jeans, grabbing hold of his pants, and pulled. Harry found himself gasping for breath and standing on his toes for a moment to keep his bits from getting squashed.
He shoved at the three older males and disgustedly wiped at his ear and trying to adjust himself all at once. He'd be pissed off if it wasn't for the fact that the Twins and Lee were treating him as a younger brother. As it was it left Harry with a warm and fuzzy feeling, combined with annoyance. "Geroff, you loons, and tell me already!"
The Trio broke off their mild torment and had the most evil grins on their faces. "We took our very lives into our hands ... "
"Quite nice hands we have too ... "
"And intercepted not one, not two, but three Howlers coming from The Burrow."
"Which is just as well because I don't think Errol could have made it into the next county, never mind wherever it is you've been hiding. Especially since he had Gin's and Mum's Howlers."
"Right loud they were too, had to open them up back in the workroom under the shielding."
"I didn't know Mrs. Weasley knew those kinds of words, never mind your sister."
Harry found himself gaping at the three young men in front of him. Okay, so they didn't realize he was under an Owl Redirect. They still went against their family, their mother, to help Harry out.
For about the thousandth time, Harry wished that the Twins and Lee were two years younger or he was two years older. He got along so much better with them now that he was growing up. It was easier for him to deal with their playful teasing and walking around Hogsmeade for hours with rabbit ears than dealing with Ron's insecurities and jealousy.
"Bloody hell! That's huge, mates! Thank you!"
"Oh no, Harry, a simple thank you isn't going to be enough. You owe us."
Harry rolled his eyes at the Twins. Sometimes he wondered how Lee could stand listening to the two of them talking at the same time but seeing the way the young man was smiling Harry figured he found it endearing.
People in love were barmy.
"As if I wouldn't do anything to help you guys out anyway. I still owe you for hiding me away after my birthday." It had been to the Twins and Lee he'd run to once he slipped from the guards Dumbledore had around Privet Drive. They had taught him the spells to hide his aura, how to check for tracking spells, had helped him rent a flat and hide in Surrey. Harry thought of the Twins and Lee as the older brothers he'd always wanted.
Why Ron couldn't stand the Twins he could never figure out. Yeah it would have been annoying growing up with the pranksters and being the butt of their jokes. Nine times out of ten Harry ended up pranked as well, but instead of getting mad Harry just laughed with the Twins and went along with it. As a result, the Twins didn't prank him as much.
"You, young Harry, owe us. And now we're calling it in."
"We, and by we I mean the three of us ..."
"Are putting you in servitude for the next few years."
"Not for us of course ..."
"Although we are wonderful and deserve to be worshiped, both up close and from afar ... "
"No, you'll be serving the needs of some people of our choosing ... "
"Catering to their every need ... "
"Telling them and others just how adorable they really are ... "
"Even if they're not, but all things considered I don't see how they can't be utterly gorgeous."
"You'll even wipe their ickle little bums for them."
Harry felt his jaw start to drop as he put together the trio's sentences. It was a pain when Lee got into the Twin act. "Really? It's not all three of you is it? Because the thought of all three of you having mood swings is more horrifying than picturing Dumbles in a polka-dot bikini."
"URGH! Thank you so much for that mental image, mate. I haven't had morning sickness yet but if anything will start it up, that will." Lee grinned and Harry lunged forward and hugged him, being careful not to squish the other man too hard.
"This is bloody fabulous! How far along are you?"
George pulled out his wand and conjured a Muggle recliner in lime green for Lee to sit in as they talked around the front counter. "Just a couple of weeks. We didn't start trying until after you killed Moldymort."
Lee grinned as Fred worked the lever to put his feet up. "Mum checked me out and confirmed it yesterday, everything is just fine, other than these two gits treating me as if I was glass."
Harry grinned at his three friends. "This is so great! What did Mama Erzulie say?"
Lee's mother, Erzulie Jordan was an amazing woman. Harry hadn't met her in person until this summer but he'd started writing to her in Sixth Year and he loved her to bits. For Christmas that year she'd sent him a pot of ointment that removed the scars on the back of his hand from Umbridge's quill, something that was supposedly impossible.
Erzulie Jordan had immigrated from Haiti back in the 70's with her new English husband. He had been killed not long after, leaving her to raise Lee alone. She was from a long line of Haitian mambos, witches that worked as healers, midwives and wise women. The British Ministry of Magic had fits with her, according to Lee. She owned a bookshop in Camden and sold potions and read fortunes from the back room, as well as providing alternative health care for many of the poorer people of London.
Mama Erzulie had been the one who had taken off all the blocks on his magical core, who had healed his bones better than that minion Pomfrey had ever done. And six months after Umbridge had been acquitted she’d come down with a rare wasting disease that stripped the meat off of the woman's frame and left her in one of the permanent wings at St. Mungo's.
The thought of Mama Erzulie and Molly Weasley fighting over the raising of grandchildren scared the hell out of him though. Harry might not be the brightest wizard but just about anyone could see that happening.
"It's too early to tell the sex yet, or anything really but Mum is certain we're going to have twins."
"We're not sure whether to hope that they're exactly like us ..."
"Or dread it. Mum's always said she hoped we had kids just like us so we'd know what a pain it was."
"Still Forge and I can't help but hope they'll be little pranksters from the get go. At the very least they can pee on their Uncle Ron a few times."
Harry laughed and patted the Twins on the back, congratulating them. He didn't ask which of the Twins was the other father, they probably didn't know themselves. Still it was a great feeling to know his friends were going to have a baby. He'd been shocked when Fred had explained the wizarding version of the birds and the bees, and the fact that gay wizards could have children. It just wasn't talked about very much. Not that something like that ever stopped the Twins and Lee.
"So, who else knows?"
Lee grinned. "We're having Katie Bell over for dinner tonight, we figured we'd tell the future godparents first, then tackle Fred and George's family. Of course we'll probably wait a while now that Uncle Harry had stirred up Mrs. Weasley."
"Godparents?" Harry found himself wanting to sit and jump up and down all at once. "Do you really mean it?"
"Of course not!"
"I mean who in their right mind would make ickle Harrykins a Godfather?"
"He doesn't follow rules."
"He hates authority figures, especially duplicitous ones ..."
"And he's the son of a Marauder!"
Lee laughed and flipped the Twins off. "You forget, none of us are in our right minds. It's why we run this shop."
"Oh, that."
"We forgot." Fred and George looked at each other and grinned before speaking simultaneously. "Of course you're going to be the Godfather!"
Harry felt tears come into his eyes but ignored them, although he couldn't hide the hoarseness of his voice. "Thanks guys. I'll do everything for the little nippers. Anything. You guys are my family and I'm going to be the best Godfather there ever was."
In his mind Harry was already making plans. A trust fund needed to be set up and he had more than enough money, he could even do like Sirius did and make the baby twins his Heirs, at least to the House of Black. Sirius would have gotten a kick out of that, he had admired the Twins and their trickster ways, it would be fitting.
There were other things to consider too. The Twins and Lee could bring the babies to the castle for babysitting, or they could all move into Caer Gwydion. The apartment above the shop would be too small for five people, it barely accommodated three. There was more than enough room and the Elves would love to have more people to serve. For that matter he had several Elves whose specialty was child care. They'd be beside themselves in happiness to have nappies to change and if that's what they liked who was Harry to deny them their joy?
He could start buying clothes, and books, and give the Twins and Lee a stereo that would work at the castle and CD's with lullabies and that sort of stuff. Harry didn't know any, that was for sure. He was sure his Mum must have sung to him but he couldn't remember and the thought of Petunia singing made his brain want to vomit.
"HARRY!"
Harry shook his head and looked up to find three grinning faces. "Huh?"
The Twins fell down laughing and even Lee was chuckling when he answered. "Quit planning our children's future mate, and start thinking about getting some of your own. Children that is."
Harry snorted. "Not right now, thanks anyway. I'm too busy enjoying my second childhood. After the blow up yesterday with Ron and the girls I went shopping. You should see the Muggle games I bought. I was going to invite the three of you to come over and jump on the trampoline but I'm afraid that's out for you Lee."
"Do we even want to know ..."
"What something called a trampoline does?"
Harry laughed at the Twin's dirty minds. "Prats. A trampoline is this huge steel frame with some sort of material stretched across it, rather like the top of a drum. You jump on it, do flips and the like."
He had spent a long day shopping and in the end had called both Penny and Brownie to him, both House Elves keeping themselves invisible from Muggles sight and Harry walking around both Marks & Spencer and Debenhams looking like he was talking to himself. He'd gotten everything from new pajamas to flannel sheets and fluffy cotton towels. Penny had loved looking at the cleaning supplies and he'd ended up buying the Elf a Dustbuster. Brownie was the proud owner of a stand up mixer that was bright red and would do everything from making whipped cream to kneading bread dough.
He'd ended up going from being angry and frustrated with Ron and his friends, to having a fun time with his new House Elf friends. He'd even found a Muggle sporting goods store and had bought just about everything that had caught his eye, from basketballs and hoops that could be set up to footballs and rugby balls to croquet.
The idea of the Twins running around his lawn with maillots filled him with equal parts anticipation and horror. No doubt they'd want to use Garden Gnomes instead of balls. Then again that didn't seem like a bad idea, if you could paint the Gnomes different colors somehow.
He brought the idea up to the others and they spent a good hour talking about revamping Muggle games to the Wizarding World. Quidditch was pretty expensive, only the upper-class families cold really afford good brooms. The only reason the Weasleys had even halfway decent brooms was from their parents scraping together knuts and sickles for a good year or two for each child.
Soon they had to stop brainstorming and finish stocking the shelves. In his mind, Harry was resolving to speak to Penny and Alfie and see if one of his Elves wanted to come take care of the shop and the trio. After all an Elf could stock the shelves, at least one that could read, and sweep the floors and make sure the new family had dinner ready rather than having to try to cook for themselves or sponge from their parents.
They could hear the crowds going by the front of the shop and every once in a while something hit the glass and Harry could just imagine the little Firsties pressing their faces up to the glass to figure out what they'd buy with their money.
The sounds also made them speed up, and they stopped chatting quite so much, especially since Harry was afraid he'd mix up the Smart Answer quills with the Smart Alec ones. The Twins and Lee had enlarged their stationary section, adding note pads and paper with headers that moved or flashed different colors. There were a dozen different color of inks, some charmed and some not.
Harry had even made his own contribution, creating Emotistamps as his Seventh Year Charms project. While the Dursley's tried to keep him isolated from their world, some things did slip through, especially since Harry was frequently left alone in the house if they wanted to go somewhere special. He'd taught himself how to use the computer, well, to a certain extent, and Harry had taken the idea of computer emoticons and improved them, making little figurines that grinned or laughed or cried and made stamps of them for students to use on their notes and the like.
The scowl on the Angry stamp looked remarkably like Snape.
"Oi! Harry! Best clear out, mate, we're gonna open a bit early." Fred nodded to the front windows where a line could be seen queuing up.
"Right." Harry said his goodbyes, slapping each of the Twins on the back of their heads, just because, and hugging Lee again. He really was happy for his friends; they were going to make such wonderful parents. The fun kind, the one that all the kids in the neighborhood would wish their parents were like.
Fred, George and Lee put on a mask of being jokers and pranksters, never being serious. In reality that couldn't be further from the truth. They were ambitious and cunning. Like Harry, they should have been Sorted to Slytherin. However, Forge and Gred knew what kind of a fit their mother would throw and hid that cunning behind their foolishness.
Still, Weasley Wizarding Wheezes was a rapidly growing company, adding new items every day. The Twins worked hard during the school year so they'd have a surplus of supplies during the holidays, and made forays into toy shops and specialty stores in Muggle London for new ideas. They were doing more to meld Muggle and Wizarding cultures than any Muggle Studies class.
In ten years they were going to be the richest entrepreneurs Wizarding Briton had ever seen.
As he Disillusioned himself, Harry couldn't help but be a tad envious. They had their lives straitened out. They owned their own business; okay he'd helped with that but still, they were young, smart and in love and planning a family. Yes, he had money falling out of his ears, but Harry would rather have someone love him just for him than all the galleons, knuts and sickles in his vaults.
Too bad the one person who really interested him, had refused to talk to him since he'd killed Voldie.