Hello guys! This is the first chapter of 'The Last Black and the Start of the Storm.' This is about Annastazia Black's first year at Hogwarts! Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Chapter One: The Verdict
"What about... 'The girl who gained'? I mean, she is now one of the richest people in Britain." Suggested the woman, who was talking to people who held microphones behind her.
"I dunno, Skeeter. Sounds a bit like 'The boy who lived', dun it?" The man said, scratching his head.
Skeeter's mouth formed a predatory smirk.
"Exactly."
"Miss Skeeter, we're going live on the radio in two minutes." Said Miss Hedge, her manager's assistant.
Skeeter straitened her blazer and brushed of her pencil skirt. This could be her big break if she played her cards right.
Rita was sick of sitting in that stuffy ministry office all day, writing up reports for her boss and not getting credit. So when she applied for the daily prophet, she never in her wildest dreams thought she would be excepted and assigned to the radio station. Rita was exited. This was a big story and everyone wanted to hear about it. She had a knack for making things sound bad when it was actually good, and good when it was actually bad. Rita had a way with words and eager to express her talent.
"One minute, Rita."
Excitement was radiating of Rita in waves. With a shaking hand, she raised the script she had prepared earlier and gave it a once over.
"Thirty seconds."
This is it. She was unique and she was going to tell this story in a way a story has never been told before.
"Ten seconds."
Looking around the atrium, Rita realised there was a crowd forming around them. Around her.
"Three."
Rita was going to do this.
"Two."
Because she was Rita Skeeter.
She was born to shine.
"One."
"Helloooo wizarding Britain, good morning, this is Rita Skeeter reporting from inside the Ministry atrium (there are lots of loose tiles here, who are the idiots in charge of maintenance?) where we have just witnessed many things happen. One, about thirty people (some looking like they had just returned from a long stay in Azkaban. And let's face it. They're mostly Blacks. So they probably have) left to go to court room eighteen. Two, only twenty eight came back up. So it appears, that a decision has been made on the last Black's custody case, which has been dragged out for like four hours, my feet are now hurting. Now if you aren't familiar with this case- firstly, have you been living under a rock?-Annastazia Black-a mere infant-has been left parent-less after the body of her mother (Marlene McKinnon, I went to school with her, disgusting manners) was found just outside Diagon Alley last week. And just a couple of days ago, her father was incarcerated in Azkaban prison after being found guilty of numerous crimes, including the murder of thirteen muggles. We don't know the verdict or who has been given guardianship but it should be announced very soon."
"And cut!" Yelled Miss Hedge, who was holding a clipboard and a quill "That was very good Miss Skeeter, but maybe keep those snide comments to a minimum! We're back on air as soon as the verdict's decided!"
Rita nodded and gave Miss Hedge a very fake smile.
Ripples of whispers had dispersed throughout the crowd and Rita was proud that she caused them.
Rita had the sudden urge to see how many people were in the growing crowd.
"Homenum Revelio" Rita whispered, waving her wand discretely.
As soon as the results came back, it left Rita in awe.
"Sixty Eight?" She muttered to herself, a grin growing on her face.
Rita was going to get noticed!
Suddenly, a paper aeroplane flew above Rita and landed on the clipboard of Miss Hedge.
Miss Hedge gasped and whispered something into Rita's ear.
"We're back on air in thirty seconds!" Shouted Miss Hedge.
Rita straightened her blazer again and tucked a fly away strand of hair behind her ear. What she was about to do could get her killed. She was going to do it anyway.
"We're back on in three seconds."
Rita looked at the anticipation on the faces in the crowd and began to speak.
"Welcome back, we have now received the exiting news of who is going to be Miss Black's guardians an- oh! Look here he comes!"
Cameras flashed as the microphones and recorders followed Rita over to Miss Black's new guardian.
"Lord Malfoy!" She announced, suddenly parting the crowd and walking through the middle of them.
Lord Malfoy raised an eyebrow.
"Care to comment on you winning custody of Miss Black. I heard you made a healthy donation to the Minister!" Rita said to him.
"My wife and I are simply overjoyed." Lord Malfoy stated, his emotionless and cold face forming a very fake smile. He chose not to say anything about the bribing comment.
Rita was going to say something vindictive and snide but Lord Malfoy abruptly walked off to the floo network in the atrium.
"Well, that was rude. So, listeners, the last Black has been sent to the Malfoys-poor her-but what about about our saviour, Harry Potter? We'll talk about that after a quick break!"
"You know, Skeeter." Said her boss, heading through the crowd with a smirk "You'd be a good writer for the daily prophet."
So, that's the first chapter. I hope it was ok! This chapter was basically just introducing Why Annastazia lives at the Malfoys. The next chapter should be up soon because I've already finished it. Reviews give me life! Make sure to review!
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