"If you looked up the definition for lovesick fool, Harry Potter's picture would be right next to it."
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Allegra Del Vecchio is a part of a household name in the Wizarding World. A notoriously wealthy, mysterio...
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When Molly Weasley read the same newspaper as Caspian Del Vecchio she was in Egypt: on vacation to visit her eldest son Bill, a Curse Breaker. Arthur had won the annual Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon Draw, and they used most of the money to visit Bill.
As everyone retreated back outside she began cleaning up the kitchen. Erroll swooped in through the open window and dropped the newspaper onto the counter.
She carelessly glanced at it, but when she saw the headline and mugshot, naturally, she screamed.
"Honey?! What's wrong?!" Called Arthur running back into the room.
His wife's mouth was gaping open and closed as she stared down at something on the table. When he walked over to see what it was, his jaw fell just as slack.
"Oh my..." He trailed off weakly.
Molly, finally snapping out of her stupor, shook her head to regain her senses.
"I'm going over to Caspian's," she declared striding towards the floo network.
It took a moment for her words to register to Arthur. Once they did, his eyes widened and he sprinted after her. "Wait, what? What're you gonna do? You know we can't tell Allegra that Black is her-"
"I'm not going to, but she damn well should know!" She abruptly stopped, turning to face her husband. "That's just one of the many things I am going to talk to Caspian about. In the mean time I just have to make sure he doesn't do anything rash."
"Then we may already be too late," mumbled Arthur.
He was semi-right. When Molly flooed into Del Vecchio Manor she found Caspian furiously scribbling away at a table.
"What are you doing?" She sighed tiredly.
Caspian didn't move to greet her as he normally did. Not even a glance. He merely shrugged and said, "writing a letter to the Editor and Chief of the Daily Prophet."
"For what?" She asked feebly, already dreading the answer.
There was a pause.
"To retract every single newspaper released about Sirius Black's escape, and cease any new ones from printing."
Molly huffed walking over. "You can't do that, Caspian."
"Of course I can. If he doesn't, this letter clearly states that I'll tell his wife about his illegitimate family with his little mistress-"
