Ah lovely readers. Finally, I give to you the long awaited point of view of Gwen's lovely older brothers, Gideon and Fabian Prewett.

As a note, I've tried something different and wrote in present tense. Hopefully it works for you, I quite like it.

Many many thanks to fuegodealmas for hours spent betaing, and undercrisis for the name, and countless hours discussing the finer details of these Prewett brothers.

This first chapter takes place during Gwen Prewett's Third Year. [See "making of a wersh"

Chapter One: A Casual Introduction to the Brothers Prewett

Gideon and Fabian like to say that they don't have a hit list, but that is only to hide the fact that they do. The first person on their hit list is their Defence Against the Dark Arts professor from their first year, and the list reads as such:

Prof. Damocles Erebus- Reason: Gave us detention for flinging Dungbombs at his great warty face. Follow-through: None. Subject Abandoned.

In their seven years at Hogwarts the list grew, though many of the people that garnered a spot on their list were abandoned.

Fabian Prewett stares out of a window, fatigued from another day of Auror training when he sees his sister's familiar tawny owl flying towards him. Opening the window, he gently pats the bird and gives her a treat as a reward for making a long flight. 'A letter from Gwen.' He smiles and opens the letter.

He blinks his eyes in surprise as he tries to make out the scrawl that has replaced his sister's normally neat, loopy handwriting. "What have you got there, brother?" Gideon asks, shaking his freshly washed red hair which sends sprinkles of water everywhere.

"A letter from Gwen." Fabian answers darkly, not looking up at his twin. "She's upset."

Iris hoots in agreement.

Gideon takes the letter from Fabian and reads it aloud:

"'Too bothered to write a proper introduction,

I know you have a hit list. I know you do. I have another name for you to add: Sirius Black. I hate him! He's so cocky and egotistical and thinks that we're all lucky to be in his presence, like he's something special. I mean, what's so special about the ability to be with a different blonde every day?! It just makes you a trampy person. Sirius Black, tramp. Womanizer. Add it to your hit list.

Gwen

p.s. I miss you etc. etc.

p.p.s. Send your response, and I expect you two to act on this one. Though his death is not an option, as that would look very bad on your resumés. Maybe severe disfigurement or psychological trauma would be best.

p.p.p.s. Can I live with you lot for the summer hols? Or are you living with Molly and Arthur and children?

Fabian doesn't know what to say. and thinks for a moment while Gideon muses, "Sirius Black? Sort of scrawny first year?"

"Got detention first day of lessons." Fabian reminds him.

Gideon grins, "Made the toilets in the dungeons explode, bless him, I've never seen Slytherins look so disgusted by their own filth." Then he frowns. "Why would Gwen want him on our hit list? How does she know we have a hit list?"

Fabian shrugs and takes the letter from his brother. "Wish we were there to know what she was talking about, specifically." He and Gideon were seven years older than Gwen, and thus they didn't get to terrorise and protect her during her first year.

"She's never been one to share details." Gideon adds, sitting down in the arm chair of their modest flat. "Maybe Molly was right-"

Fabian snorts, "In saying that it was absolutely horrid that you sent her a detailed description of losing your virginity? Gid, you saw how livid she was when I sent her an owl saying I'd snogged a girl for the first time, what possessed you into thinking that your letter would be okay for ten-year-old Gwen?"

"I didn't see you try and stop me from drunk-owling." Gideon replies haughtily, crossing his arms over his chest. "But back to Gwen, you know I hate seeing her upset."

"I know, I feel the same way, Gid-" He pauses, "She fancies him."

Gideon leaps out of his chair and grabs the letter from his brother's hands. "'Womanizer? Tramp? Blondes' well, that last bit I won't argue with-"

"Gideon."

"Right. Gwen." Gideon sighs. "Has she ever fancied anyone? I mean, she usually tells us everything, but I don't think she's ever mentioned that."

"Well, we're boys, aren't we?" Fabian asks. "Well, I know I am."

"Oh har har, Fabian." Gideon rolls his eyes, and sits back into his armchair. "S'pose we could ask Molly."

Fabian was ahead of him, already standing before the fireplace. He throws a handful of powder into the newly lit flames. "The Burrow!" He bellows.

"Dramatic." Gideon grins. He doesn't see, but he knows his brother is rolling his eyes at him.

Molly Weasley's face looks pleasantly surprised to be called by her brothers. "Gideon!"

"Fabian." He corrects.

"Sorry, you know, haven't gotten much sleep." Molly apologises. "Anyway, yes Fabian?"

"Gwen's just sent us a letter," Fabian replies, "and it mentions how she wants us to, er, take care of Sirius Black."

Molly purses her lips for the most fleeting moment, something only Gideon sees, as Fabian is preoccupied with the letter. Gideon continues, "Why would she want us to do something like that? I mean, if wecould get away with something like that."

"Don't suppose Dumbledore would look too kindly on us." Fabian nods.

Molly answers, "She's told me, but I promised her I wouldn't tell you two. I would just write her back saying that as much as it is your brotherly duty to protect her, you can't possibly 'take care' of Sirius Black unless she wants you two to land in Azkaban. Now I have to go, Charlie just got up from a nap."

Gideon looks at Fabian and says plainly, "I think our sister feels that she's 'a woman scorned'."

Fabian shakes his head in disbelief. "Honestly, we're bloody Prewetts! Genetically blessed!" He stands up, backs away from the fireplace and begins to pace around the creaky wooden floor in their living room.

"Well it's obvious that Black doesn't know the myth of the gingers." Gideon adds.

"What, fiery in all aspects?" Fabian asks, looking at his brother confusedly.

"I'm just saying, as a man who prefers blondes, the only reason I prefer blondes is because, the dumb ones, especially, they don't cause trouble." Gideon answers without pause. "Maybe that's why he, as Gwen says, has 'a different blonde each day'?"

"Because you don't want to bother with dealing with, you know," Fabian searches for the right word, "intellectual entertainment?"

Gideon nods, "I'm Gideon Prewett, I mean, I live for shagging."

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Gideon likes to think that, clad in his leather pants, he is an ominous and good looking sight. He and Fabian wait at Platform 9 ¾ for their sister Gwen. And as the scarlet train pulls into station, Fabian reminds his brother, "We're not supposed to do anything to Sirius, remember? We're just supposed to pick Gwen up and leave."

"Right." Gideon answers, removing his hand from his wand in his back pocket and lets his hand fall back at his side

The students rush off the train like flood water. Fabian, who was slightly taller than Gideon, which was the only thing that was different between them, aside from Gideon's penchant for fashion decisions, looks over the sea of students and finds Gwen chatting animatedly with her two friends. 'Dorcas and...Cassandra.' Fabian nods.

"Found her yet?" Gideon asks amidst the noise.

"Fabian!" Gwen's excited shriek answers his question. He turns and sees his sister, at least two inches taller than when they last saw her, pushing through the crowd.

Gideon is about to step forward towards his brother when he receives a tap on the shoulder. A black haired boy that comes up to his shoulder stares at him behind wire framed glasses. "Er, may I help you?"

"You're Gideon Prewett, right?" The boy asks, looking back at his friend, another dark haired boy that had a familiar air to him.

"I am." He answers, caught off guard by the hug that follows. "Er, who are you?"

"James Potter. First year when you were in seventh. You, wow, I can't believe-wow! My mates and I have been trying to outdo your stunts ever since you left!" He says this all very fast, and still has not let go of Gideon.

"James? Why are you hugging Gideon?" Gwen asks, appearing behind them, Fabian carrying her owl cage, her trunk floating at his side. "He's really not that great, and I'd be surprised if he showered today."

"Oy, that's no way to greet your brother." Gideon laughs. James lets go, finally. He looks back at his sister, whose amused demeanour changes to a cool glare, and back again. He looks behind him to see the Potter boy running eagerly towards the familiar looking boy, when it dawns on him. "Is that Sirius?"

"Don't worry about it, Gideon." She mutters hastily. "I think I'd like to go home now, well, to The Burrow, I mean. Guess it will be nice to have all of you around, eh?"

GIdeon gives Fabian a wary glance.

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Gideon jokes that the reason why he made Gwen read the newspapers was so that he could pass the Current Events course for trainee Aurors, but really it was because he wanted his sister to be aware. Training to be an Auror exposes a person to so much of the actual danger in the world, danger that he naively overlooked as a student in Hogwarts.

He wanted his sister to keep her wits about her.

That is where he found her one balmy summer night. Out in the yard, lying in the grass and reading The Evening Prophet by wandlight. "Gwendolyn."

"Gideon." She replies, matching his tone exactly.

"Care to let your favourite brother join you?"

She snorts and answers "I don't think you'll be able to reach Fabian as he's reading to Bill, but yes, you can join."

He sits next to her and for a while they say nothing.

"You're going to ask, Gideon. I know you. Just out with it, okay?" She sighs and sits up. "I think I'm ready to talk anyway just so that you and Fabian stop treating me like I've lost my arm, or something."

Gideon makes a mental note to tell Fabian that they should've discouraged such forward conversation when Gwen was younger. "Did he do anything to you, anything at all? Because if he so much as ran into you, I don't bleeding care if it was an accident, I'm going to hex him myself."

Gwen opens her mouth to respond before closing it again. She is at a loss for words. "It's not...you know everyone notices our ginger hair, everyone but him. I mean, It's not like I'm unavoidable completely."

"Gwen," He tries to interrupt as Gwen continues, her voice getting slightly higher pitched with each passing statement. "Gwen!" She stops. "Look, Fabian and I, we're your brothers. The last thing we want is for our baby sister to get hurt."

Gwen looks up at her brother earnestly. "I know. Thank you, Gideon."

"No need for thanks, Gwen." He replies, putting an arm around his sister. "Ready to name constellations?"

"Oh not this game." She groans.

"Go!" Gideon grins.

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Fabian takes Gwen's last day of holidays as the opportunity to speak with her. She is in her room, packing her trunk.

He knocks on the door frame. "Hi there baby sister."

Gwen smiles. "Glad it's not 'Accident' anymore." She tosses a pair of socks into the trunk.

"Ah, you stopped being 'Accident' when you landed your first detention. Then we knew you were meant to be." Fabian laughs.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" She asks, checking her book list again.

"It's about Sirius Black."

"I'm over it, Fabian." She answers plainly. She knows he wants her to look at him, so she does. "I've decided he's too daft to know what he's missing, and that it's not my fault, and that someone out there, someone who really fancies gingers will be lucky enough to fancy me someday."

"Ah, Gideon's talked to you has he?"

"Molly told me that, actually. Though Gideon did talk to me as well." She replies, shutting the lid of her trunk and sitting on top of it. "I was wondering when you were going to come 'round. I mean you're usually first to talk to me if there's something wrong.

Fabian nods. "Never found the right time, I guess."

"So, anything new you would like to add to my ever-expanding scroll of sibling advice?" She asks.

Fabian furrows his brow for a moment, and Gwen nearly tells him that he looks exactly like their now deceased father, Caspian. She decides against it. "I think, that, even though we're your brothers, and that we spent terrorised you for most of your life, that you can still tell us if there are any boys that you fancy, or that fancy you."

"Really?" Gwen asks, looking at him skeptically.

"I mean, Gideon and I might not have to like it, but you are a Prewett."

She grins. "Ah yes, 'genetically blessed' you say."

"Say? Nay, Gwen. I know. I mean, one doesn't look like us by luck." Fabian laughs.