Chapter 3: Rage and a visit to the ministry.
"It's
more than just a... normal relationship..." Harry quietly said
to himself as his eyes scanned the rest of the paper and it basically
said his life was screwed over while he was taking Draco with him.
"Do you want to file a complaint?" Draco whispered,
leaning on Harry's shoulder.
"Hell, yeah. This paper's
destroyed my life enough. They don't need to go into my personal
affairs." Harry replied as he emerald eye burned with fury.
That
evening Harry and Draco with Hermione who had insisted she knew what
to do better than tem and they couldn't say no, took a special
permission from the headmaster with the agreement to be there for
their forth lesson which was potions. They went to the ministry and
where greeted with questioning eyes. They went in the minister's
office and a tiny beetle hopped out of Harry's messy mop of hair. He
was as surprised as everyone else.
Draco had just put his foot
over the beetle when the bug turned into a woman.
"Welcome
the printing room in the ministry!" she said with a slimy smile,
holding onto her crocodile handbag a little tighter.
"Uh hello" began Harry. "by any chance do you know where we could report things?" He continued.
"Yeah go to the left and then to the right you can't make a mistake There's written 'reporting office'" The lady said.
"Thank you" then they went there. When they were about to enter they heard someone calling them. It was Tonks.
"It these aren't my friend Harry and My cousin Draco then I'm going blind."She said sarcastically.
"Tonks what are YOU doing here?" Draco asked
"Well the clerk here is one my friend. She was my dorm mate when I was still at Hogwarts." Tonks answered. "But what are you doing here?"She then asked.
"well we came here to report the daily prophet for their last issue, can you give us a hand?" Harry said before Draco could say something.
"Of course boys, come on I'll lead the lay" she practically squeaked.
Tonks
led the boys to the gossip columnists quarters. She had skipped
back to her back and her bubblegum pink hair bounced at every
step.
"Women..." both boys had sighed while they
shrugged.
With it being Valentine's and all, everything was
busy... already.
A dark green quill was scribbling notes down
as a Howler told it what to write.
They went to the reporting section and there was a man about 40 years old with black hair and raven eyes. "Hello Dave could you give these two a hand, I have to go my break is all ready half over" said Tonks.
"Of course dear go and let me handle it." The man, Dave, said.
"Thanks Dave." Tonks said before she left them there alone with the man.
"So you are here to report..." Dave began in a very highly professional voice.
"WE are here to report the Daily prophet Mr..." answered Hermione who until now hadn't said a word.
"Mr. Chasky but if you want you and call me Dave, So tell me why would you want to report the daily Prophet?"
"Well I was already in the tabloids and many things were said about me which they weren't at all true but now they have surpassed the limits they have interfered with my love life and I don't see why people would be interested in something supposed to be personal and private if they wanted something they could have done an article on someone else or at least could have had the decency to request an interview which I would have politely refused but that's another thing, If I have to pay a lot of money for people to leave me alone than I would does that answer your question?" Harry exploded.
"Yes it answers my question and fills my report too you can come next Saturday so that we can talk more about on what to do." He said. They liked him he wasn't predgudist and was highly professional.
"Thanks MR.Chasky we will be here around noon." Draco said.
It was about nine o'clock middle of transfiguration so they went to but some butterbeer which they drank on their way to Hogwarts they had a lot to fill in their friends.
