Chapter seven

Just as everyone knew it would be, the Gryffindor common room was tense whenever Ron was in there. Hermione always sat between Harry and Neville, Harry hardly leaving her side and in class they now sat together. Dinner was just as bad, but Harry had spoken to Neville in private and they agreed to act normally, talk like nothing was going on and to make sure they got Hermione to smile and even try to make her laugh. Harry was better at that then Neville because Harry kept bringing up how he'd had sex and talking about how sore his arse was, which always brought a giggle from Hermione.

On the weekend, Harry made sure Neville was with Hermione in Hogsmeade and told them he would meet them in the Three Broomsticks for lunch, then making sure no one saw him, he apparated away. Harry knew he wasn't supposed to leave Hogsmeade, but Professor McGonagall did say since they were adults and had their apparition licence they could but she hoped they would stay close to school, so Harry knew it wasn't forbidden, so he shouldn't get into trouble.

Harry stepped into the office and headed to an office he'd been to once before. Harry was escorted straight in and sat down then did an interview, something he wasn't going to, but thought this would help Hermione and might finally stop people asking him questions. When he finished, he stands for a heap of pictures, showing his knew look, especially since he took so much care in what he wore today. When he left, he headed straight to pick up his other contact lenses, then he went into the Three Broomsticks where he found Hermione, Neville, Seamus, Luna, the Patil twins and a few other friends all sitting around a few tables they had pulled together. Harry ordered a round of butterbeers then floated the tray to the table before kissing Hermione on the cheek.

'You look, I don't know, like you're up to something,' Hermione smiled.

'Maybe I am, you'll just have to wait to find out if that's true.'

'Harry Potter, what are you up to?'

'I'm not saying, so don't ask,' Harry smirks then joins in the conversation with his friends. The whole group ended up walking back up to Hogwarts together, but Harry noticed Ron a way back staring at them, but he never came closer just scowled. Harry shrugged and went back to enjoying the company of his friends.

The following day, an owl flew down to Harry, but everyone in the great hall including staff got a small parcel from an owl. Harry grinned hugely knowing exactly what was going on.

'What is this Harry?' Neville asked seeing his look.

'Just opened it and you'll see.'

Everyone started to open their parcel and they saw a copy of Witch Weekly with Harry smiling and waving on the cover. The writing above saying, The Life of Harry Potter, Our Hero. Every week for the next four weeks there will be a part of his story in Witch Weekly, you don't want to miss this wonderful, sad, courageous and shocking story.

Everyone looked at Harry and he shrugged, 'I decided it was time,' Harry opened his copy, found the part he wanted then pointed to Hermione.

'Harry Potter explains that when he "came out" his long-time friend Ron Weasley showed his true side, his homophobic side, but he was Harry's only friend that abandoned him. Harry also explained that the entire Weasley family felt the same and haven't wanted anything to do with him since he told them he was gay. The people of Witch Weekly believe that is not a good way to treat the young man that saved everyone's lives and our world. More in the next issue,' Hermione turned to Harry, 'Is that where you went yesterday?'

'Yep, but I wanted this over and done with, I can't go anywhere without being asked about things, so I decided to just get the interview over with. But I told them instead of giving me money for the interview to send everyone a copy of Witch Weekly, even the Weasley's, Kingsley and the staff here as well,' Harry glanced up at the staff table where all the teachers were reading their copy. He caught Professor McGonagall's eye and Harry thought she gave him a smile, but it was hard to tell with her, Harry gave her a big smile anyway.

'What do you think Ron will say to this when he reads it?' Neville asked.

'He's probably reading it now unless he just threw it in the fireplace, but I'm sure he'll hear, since everyone knows. But did you read the part about Hermione, how as her boyfriend he didn't even know her favourite food or colour and considering they had been friends for seven years.'

'What is your favourite food Hermione?' Seamus asked.

Hermione smiled but look at Harry to answer, 'Truffles,' Harry smirked then Hermione nodded, 'Her favourite colour is baby blue, her favourite muggle book is from her childhood,' Harry never got to say what it was as Hermione slapped her hand over his mouth making everyone laugh.

'Don't say it Potter or you'll lose your parts that you are having fun with lately.'

Harry laughed under Hermione's hand before she finally moved it, 'Okay, I won't say it, but don't you dare hex me like that, sex is good, I need it.'

'Alright, no sex talk, but thank you,' Hermione kissed Harry's cheek then went back to reading her copy of Witch Weekly.

During the whole time they had dinner and desert, Ron never appeared and wondered where he was, because Ron liked his food, Harry figured he might have snuck down into the kitchen and it gave him an idea.

'Kreacher,' Harry called and within a few second the old elf appeared before Harry, bowing to him.

'Master Harry called Kreacher.'

'Yeah, I did, you're still in the kitchens aren't you Kreacher?'

'Kreacher works all over Hogwarts Master Harry, Kreacher enjoys his work.'

'Okay, as long as it's not too much for you. But I wanted to ask, have there been visitors down in the kitchens, any students going in there?'

'We have a few Master Harry, Miss Luna likes to talk to me, Mr. Ron visits a lot, talks to Winky. But Kreacher is here for Master Harry.'

'Yeah, I know Kreacher, but I don't need anything right now, so you can go back if you want.'

'If that is what Master Harry wishes,' Kreacher bows then disapparates away.

Harry saw everyone watching him, 'I wondered how Ron was eating since he keeps skipping dinner, I figured he was sneaking down to the kitchens.'

'You own a house elf, I would have thought Hermione got you to free him,' Seamus smirked making everyone laugh.

'I would, but Kreacher's old, so I don't keep him, just leave him here with the other house elves and he's happy here. He wanted to come to my home with me, but I really don't like the idea of owning him, so he's here all the time.'

'But where did you get him?' Neville asked.

'Sirius, my godfather, when he died, I got the Black estate, which means I got Kreacher. At the time Kreacher didn't like any of us, but he'd overheard what the order of the phoenix had been talking about. So Dumbledore suggested I send him here and I've just left him here. I did ask Sirius about freeing him, but Sirius thought the shock would kill him because he's so old.'

'What do you mean the Black estate?' Seamus asked.

'Oh the Black fortune, they were seriously loaded, which means I am now. But there's houses, a castle, heaps of land, so much of everything, I don't even want to think about all that. The only thing I did was look through what I owned, haven't been near the vault since.'

'You have a castle, but you live in a normal house?' Seamus asked, looking surprised.

'I like my house, I'm not one for all that space or wealth, I have enough that my parents left me, so I'm happy with that,' Harry wanted to change the subject, so he went back to Witch Weekly, talking about his interview.