It was quite in the semi-dark hospital room that was only slightly illuminated by the single window that was charmed to look like the outside world. The light from the crescent moon shone on a lone figure sitting on a chair by the window, keeping vigil over the two small bodies in the twin hospital beds with her hands folded and supporting her head.
The once curly blonde haired, green eyed witch was surprised, no, horrified at the turn of events. All she wanted to do was report on someting no one knew for certain, but only speculated at. All she wanted to do that day was write a story about the very top secret, hidden location of the Boy-Who-Lived. Of course it had taken months of research and tracking down near useless leads that had gotten her what she wanted.
But what she had gotten was not what she was wanting, nor expecting.
No.
Not at all.
Ms. Rita Skeeter expected to find the young savior of the Wizarding World to be pampered, spoiled by the hands of someone rich and important. But this...no one even guessed, even thought of, this!
To find that the only known person to survive the Killing Curse was treated like a house-elf, no, a slave of not just manual labor, but...but...
A sob escaped the blonde witch, forcing her to smother her mouth in her hands, her usual long nails chipped and gone. Her shoulders shook in the effort to keep what she felt inside. The "Queen of the Quills" took off her rhinestone cover glasses and sat them on her lap as she furiously rubbed at her streaming eyes. Taking several deep calming breaths Rita put her glasses back on and reached into the crocodile-skin handbag at her feet for a quill and parchment. As she pulled her hand back out she stopped when she realized she held her normal green Quick-Quotes-Quill.
Releasing a shuddery breath, Rita placed the exaggerating quill back and pulled out a normal green quill and inkwell instead. She felt, for once in her life, that telling the full truth of what she witnessed that day was best. Placing the tip of the quill to the blank piece of parchment the reporter began to write...
"We have all wondered about the location Headmaster Albus Dumbledore hid little Harry James Potter after the night he was attacked, and then defeated, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I have tracked down and found Mr. Potter and I have to say... that I wished that I've found him sooner. We were all lead to believe that the Potter Heir was being raised with love, with care, pampered, and spoiled like he deserves, but I am regretful to say that is not so.
I followed several leads to get to where I am today, and those leads brought me to a muggle neighborhood, where a dark, sicking secret has been kept from all but the inhabitants of number 4 and 5 of Privet Drive..."