Thanks for all the great reviews! I have to admit though….I had a lot of trouble thinking of an evil enough thing to do to Rita Skeeter, to get rid of her once and for all, but anyways, here's your Chapter 21! Wow, chapter 21, already?! 9 more chapters till my estimated ending... or not.

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"Are you sure, Ginny? Like really, you're pregnant, are you sure you can handle two more kids for the day with Logan too?" asked Hermione, giving a sleeping Serenity to Ginny at the door to the Malfoy's Mansion.

"Yes, I'm sure, Hermione. No need to worry about Aurelia and Serenity. They're perfect little angels, I'm sure, taking after their father, and in Serenity's case, after her mother. Don't worry, we'll all be okay." Answered Ginny.

"Are you sure? I can always send them to my mom's if you want? Like I have two pairs of parents, so are you sure?" asked Hermione.

"And Tonks and Reamus are always open for the children." Said Harry, behind Hermione.

"No, guys, I'm seriously fine. Just you guys go, and kick Rita Skeeter's butt is already enough for me ." said Ginny, grinning at the thought.

The two young adults finally caved in, and said good bye, and apperated to the office of the Prophet newspaper. Quickly, Hermione change into Jane Antoinette.

"Is Rita Skeeter in?" asked Hermione, sweetly at the young receptionist.

"Miss Skeeter? Ah..let's see, um… yes, she is, for another perhaps two hours." Answered the receptionist, looking through tons of paperwork.

"May I please go and see her?" asked Hermione.

"Sure, just sign here, and answer the questionnaire there, and you'll be able to go to Miss Skeeter's office. She's on the 134th floor, and the seventh door to your left." Said the receptionist, giving Harry a single piece of paper to sign out.

Hermione and Harry walked over to one of the chairs, and sat down, filling out the questionnaire:

Rita Skeeter's Questionnaire for Visitors

Name(s): Harry Potter and Jane Antoinette

Age this year: 22 and 21

Children together and ages and names: Yes, one. Serenity, age three weeks, and maybe another one on the go.

Other children?: Aurelia, age 5

What brings you here for business at my office?: Just a friendly chat

Are you two living together: Yes

Married: Non-committed, thank you

Status: Single

Have I written about you before?: Tons of times

Have you met me before?: Of course!

Are you coming up to kill me?: Maybe..

What are some questions do you want to ask me: Perhaps maybe why are you making us fill out this stupid questionnaire that seems pointless?

Signed: Harry Potter & Jane Antoinette

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" How dumb is this woman? Is she like trying to get us information so she can write more lies about people that go up to her office?" asked Harry, smiling at some of the answers he gave the questionnaire.

""Harry!" exclaimed Hermione, after reading through the questionnaire.

"What?" exclaimed Harry back.

"Another one on the go?! Are you bloody nuts?" exclaimed Hermione.

" Well..it doesn't hurt to see if Rita Skeeter is actually going to put this questionnaire against us!" exclaimed Harry, as they walked towards the elevator, after handing in the questionnaire.

After Harry and Hermione got to the 134th floor, and knocked on Rita Skeeter's office door, they found themselves seated at a very elaborated office, full of pictures on the wall in different styles of two persons: One of them was of herself, and the other…was of a certain 22-year-old with jet black hair and bright emerald green eyes with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

Both Harry and Hermione sat there awkwardly waiting for Rita Skeeter to go back to her office.

After a few moments of waiting, the blond woman finally entered her office.

"Ah, to what pleasure do I deserve to have you, Mr. Potter and Miss Antoinette in my office today?" asked Rita, smiling brightly.

"Oh…just to sort things out from the article you wrote about me." Said Hermione.

"Alright….carry on." Said Rita, conjuring up a notebook, and an automatic quill.

"Listen, Rita Skeeter, you're right on some things about Jane, but some things you're not right about. Jane is not a kidnapper or a criminal, you got that?" asked Harry, bringing out his wand.

"Yes, Mr. Potter, I do so, in my notebook." Said Rita, calmly, pointing at the notebook.

"Alright. Now, are you going to tell the truth on your gossip column, or what ever you call it now, after me and Harry Potter made a trip to visit you?" asked Hermione, looking at Rita.

"No." answered Rita.

Both Harry and Hermione pointed their wands onto her throat.

"Y-ye-yes." Answered Rita, revising her answer.

"That's a good reporter. Now, drink this. You might need the tea." Said Hermione, smirking, as she handed Rita a cup of tea, and Rita drank it quickly.

"Well, we have to go now. Good bye, Rita." Said Harry, taking Hermione's hand, and walking out the door.

They then stopped just right outside the door, and together counted,

"One, two, three four, five, six, seven, eight, nine ten…"

And then they heard a screech and a scream, and a whole bunch of things falling.

Both Harry and Hermione stifled a laugh.

"That was brilliant, 'Mione! Slipping her the polyjuice potion!" exclaimed Harry, as he whispered, quietly.

"I had to admit it was. Unfortunately, it's illegal to make permanent polyjuice potion, because I would've loved to see Rita as a big monster with four legs and two eyes, and looked dinosaur like." Answered Hermione, trying to stifle a laugh, as they walked down the hall, many healers, in their healer uniforms, came rushing past them, towards Rita's office, as they got down to the main lobby of the Prophet newspaper office.

"We should announce that we have a bun in your oven, heh?" asked Harry, winking at Hermione.

Hermione punched Harry playfully, on the arm, and then apperated to Ginny's mansion, followed by Harry, close behind.

But when they got there, they stopped laughing.

The Malfoys' front door has been kicked down.

Quickly getting out their wands, they went inside the house.

Everything was fine, except a sobbing Ginny Malfoy, with a crying Logan Mafloy on the ground.

Quickly, Hermione went to pick up Logan from the ground, and started to shush him.

"Tell Auntie Mione why you're crying, Logan?" asked Hermione, rocking the little 6-year-old boy in her arms.

"A-a lady wit-with bl-black long hair-Auntie-Aun-Auntie Cho, cam-came and took Aurelia and S-Sere-Serenity away from mommy and –m-me." Said Logan, between sniffles.

"IT was horrible! Cho came with Blaise, and the two forcefully grabbed Aurelia from Logan's hug, and when Logan wouldn't let go, Cho slapped him across the face, and Blaise thrown me against a wall when I attempted to get back Aurelia and Serenity. I tried to call Draco, but he was at his mother's house when it happened, and didn't receive my message." Said Ginny, sobbing.

"Don't worry, Gin, we'll get Aurelia and Serenity back." Said Hermione, hugging Ginny.

"They also left a note." Said Ginny, giving them a note:

-Harry

By the time you read this, I will be gone, gone with you precious Aurelia, and your new illegitimate daughter, Serenity (Or Felicity, whichever way you want to call her). I need you, Harry, and the only way you're going to have the girls back is by getting back together with me. I'm sick of Blaise, and I need you, Harry, please. For the sake of Aurelia.

-xoxox

Cho, Aurelia, and Felicity

"How can she do this to me?! Get back together for the sake of Aurelia?!" exclaimed Harry.

"She wants you back, desperately, I guess, Harry." Said Hermione, trying to comfort Harry, by massaging his shoulders.

"What should we do?" asked Ginny.

"I don't know, Gin, I really don't know." Said Harry, looking out to the window, which was now pouring rain.


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