This belongs not to me. It belongs to JK Rowling and Joss Whedon. I'm just playing with them.
The owl flew into the Burrow dropping the Quibbler onto the kitchen table. With a sigh and a shake of her head, Molly picked up the tabloid and moved to place it next to Arthur’s place setting. Although she tried to ignore the scandal sheet entirely, Luna Lovegood had generously supplied each of the members of the Weasley family with an annual subscription for Christmas. Arthur, never to look a gift horse in the mouth, avidly read the paper, chucking and occasionally reading the more outrageous stories out loud to Molly at the breakfast table.
Unfolding the paper, the cover caught her eye and she smiled. Ginny’s new boyfriend was on the cover, smiling and waving happily at Mrs. Weasley. The head line, however, was a bit of a shock. “MIRACLE CHILD, SON OF VAMPIRES.” With a confused wrinkle on her brow, Molly flipped through the paper to the article. Seeing the picture and reading the first page of the article, Molly began yelling for Arthur.
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Charlie Weasley took his seat at the breakfast table at Hogwarts. He amiably greeted Professor Flitwick and Madame Pomfrey before loading his plate. As a child, Charlie had always loved meals in the great hall and since he was now the care of magical creatures’ professor, he tried to attend as many of them as possible.
The owls entered the hall with a flurry of wings and the Quibbler was dropped in from of him. “Ms. Lovegood?” Professor asked with a smile, waving his own copy at Charlie.
Charlie grinned and replied, “Christmas present to the family.” He opened the paper and saw Ginny’s boyfriend on the cover. Curious, he flipped to the article and his usual grin quickly changed to one of alarm. Everyone attending breakfast was startled to see the usually unflappable Charlie Weasley whisper quickly to Headmistress McGonagall before running out of the hall.
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“Look, Maman, it’s Connor,” Cedric Weasley, son of Bill and Fleur, pointed at the cover of the Quibbler and giggled as Connor waved at him before making a silly face.
Fleur looked over at the paper and frowned at the head line. She quickly turned the pages until she got to the article and after quickly skimming the page; she called out anxiously, “Bill! Bill!”
“What, love?” Bill asked coming into the kitchen. He scooped up Cedric when the young boy ran at him.
Fleur flapped the Quibbler at him, “Do you ‘ave a copy of ze Shansu prophecy and ze Sajahn prophecy in your collection?”
“Probably, why?” Bill asked becoming alarmed at Fleur’s reaction.
“Page seven,” Fleur said striding out of the kitchen to Bill’s study. Bill quickly flipped through the paper and after reading the article, followed his wife.
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“Not a good thing,” Fred said with a frown.
“No, not good at all,” George agreed. The Quibbler lay on the breakfast table between them, open to the article on Connor Angel.
“Gin really likes the bloke,” Fred said.
“Got a temper like Mum’s, she does.”
“I would think there has to be in intervention,” Fred said tapping on the article.
“Yes, but who would dare the wrath of Ginny?” George asked.
Suddenly a thought struck both twins and grins crossed their faces.
“He promised to keep her safe,” Fred said.
“Never should have sworn on his name,” George shook his head in mock disappointment. Then, they looked at each other with a grin and disapperated.