Harry Potter picked up his "Muggle Times Today" paper and gazed at the front page. He stared at the picture of the author for a moment expecting it to move. "Silly me," he thought, "I've been here so long I've begun to expect the abnormal." He then looked intently at the picture again shaking his head. J.K. Rowling was on the cover, the headlines raving about her delayed book that was supposed to come out. Harry should have known not to tell a muggle his story; he didn't even know why he did. Something about that woman made every person want to go up to her and start talking. He did just that, although making her promise not to tell a word of it. He should have known also that the woman would use the interesting story line to make herself a salary. In fact she had acquired a large sum of money from his tales. None of them were exact, in fact, some were downright wrong, but what could he do about it?

After the woman had written down all he told her, she had come to find him so as to learn more, and sell another book. At first he didn't mind, he was getting used to people swarming him, but quite quickly he realized that this writer could be quite a nuisance. Even without being a member of the wizarding world she seemed to be everywhere Harry went. But since she had put out the fourth book, bringing back the horrible memories of Cedric's death, he had set himself to tell this woman no more. "We'll see if she gets this next book out." Harry muttered to himself quite happy that he had caused his stalker this much trouble.