Chapter 03:

The girl's a freaking trouble magnet! Gideon's heart was palpitating too quickly for comfort. His hands were sweaty and brows creased further and further still as he continued reading the article in the Daily Prophet further.

First, the World Cup the kids and her had attended in summer was attacked by masked figures, complete with the Dark Mark in the sky. She'd gone missing there, along with Potter Jr and his own youngest nephew, he was informed by Bill when the group had come back.

Then the tabloids were abuzz with her relationship with Harry Potter. Not that he believed it one bit. He had studied the duo when they were staying at The Burrow with his sister's kids, and he knew for sure, despite her closeness with all the boys around her, she wasn't romantically involved with any, making him breathe a sigh of great relief. He did not fancy bursting the tiny heart-shaped bubbles of puppy love of any of his nephews, thank you very much.

But then, she'd been photographed being escorted to the Yule Ball by the Bulgarian Seeker who also was the champion of Drumstrang. And the besotted look in the lad's eyes as he'd gazed at Gideon's intended had made Gideon see red. He'd broken a table in the backlash of his furious magical outburst and the windows had rattled for a good ten minutes before Fabian had successfully calmed him, reminding him that by letting her live her childhood uninformed he had brought this upon himself.

Fuming Gideon had apparated to the Prewitt Manor, the only place he could go to without raising any suspicion since Fabian and him weren't exactly lawfully alive yet. They weren't against petitioning for it, but then they'd have to explain how they were alive, and that would have brought his witch under the Ministry's microscope and to keep her as safe as he possibly could, Gideon had voted against it. Fabian, understanding his reasons, had agreed and supported him. And so the two lived with Molly at the Burrow, coming to wistfully watch their crumbling manor every day. They understood things were tight at the Weasley household, and while they had wealth enough to support not just themselves but their sister too and still mountains to spare, their assets were frozen after their 'deaths' and now none of them, Molly included, could touch a knut of their family's gold.

Everything was just grating on his nerves. Gideon fisted his hands, just then realizing, in his fit of rage he had brought the Prophet with him. He opened the newspaper again, its first page tauntingly staring back at him as that Bulgarian brought her out of the water and hugged her close once they were both out of the Black Lake. The bloody wanker!

"What a trouble magnet, that witch of yours!" Fabian apparated just behind his twin after he'd ensured that he had a good long hour to cool after the morning's debacle. "An entire night under the Black Lake! Just imagine the stories that girl is going to have to tell your kids and grandkids."

"At the rate she's going, I'm probably going to die with a heart attack before she even graduates!" Gideon groaned, slapping his twin's chest with the newspaper in his hand for a good measure.

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"What a harlot, I tell you! For all the years she's lived here, not once did I realize I was housing a… a scarlet woman!" Molly wailed in a complaining manner, throwing the article written by Rita Skeeter on the table in her anger.

Fabian's eyes careful darted between his twin and his sister. If Molly didn't shut the fuck up, Gideon was going to blow. "I'm sure you know her better than that, Mols. I've barely spoken to her this summer, but she definitely doesn't look like a girl with loose morals."

"That's what I thought Fab, but look at these pictures! She's going hugging Krum and playing Harry, the poor dear. Who would've thought the straight-laced girl I housed every summer was actually such a whor.."

The windows shattered this time and Fabian really did not wish to intervene. Middle child and a perpetual peacekeeper between the eldest and the youngest he may be, but he really liked his bits exactly where they were, thank you very much. All three of them were hot-headed. It came with the hair, their mother used to tease them when they were younger. But Gideon's anger usually simmered just under the surface, and their large untapped magical reserves almost always meant that when he lost it, it was all men on their own, running for their dear lives. Why, he was almost legendary in the Auror Department for it!

To top it up, Molly truly deserved what Gideon was about to dish out. Fabian had barely met the girl a handful of times the past summer but she had been nothing but sweet and respectful. He was sure she was nothing like what the horrible news-witch was making her out to be, and yet here was Molly, who knew the girl far longer than him, believing in every printed lie. The mean part in him that had grown up knowing how two-faced their little Molly could be, wondered if she'd feel the same way if the reporter had spoken in such an offensive manner about her daughter instead.

"Don't you dare finish that statement, Molly!" Gideon glared at their little sister with nothing short of murder in his eyes. "She is the reason both Fabian and I are alive and you owe the re-instating of your maiden House to her. Speak about her with the respect that little witch deserves." With that Gideon thundered out of the Burrow.

It really is high time I do something about our living and financial situation! And with that singular thought, Gideon apparated away.