A/N: Sorry it's not my best writing style, but I hope you all enjoy the way the story is going! I've gotten a lot of requests for a Rita Skeeter article, so here you go!

Harry was sitting at the head of a conference table in the Auror Wing of the Ministry of Magic having a heated debate with one of the enforcers from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

"They fought on the side of You-Know-Who!" Roberts shouted

Harry, who kept his voice much calmer, said, "Yes, but that was under fear of torture and death while Riddle was physically living at their house. Something else the family had no choice over. My vote is still to keep Draco and Narcissa out of Azkaban." Pictures of the three Malfoys hung in mid-air behind Harry as the team discussed their fates.

"Well thank Merlin it isn't up to you then."

"Who says it's up to you?" Harry stood now, placing both hands firmly on the desk and meeting Roberts' eyes squarely. "Lucius Malfoy made some very poor decisions throughout his life, and when it came time, in the end, he chose his family. I'm not saying he deserves immunity or an all-access pass to freedom; far from it. Lucius never did anything to earn freedom or our trust. It is my professional recommendation that he be put on trial."

"Finally!" Roberts threw his hands up, half in triumph, half in exasperation.

"But," Harry interrupted, "It is my personal recommendation that Narcissa and Draco be spared."

"Harry," Roberts began, "We've been over this a thousand times."

"I wouldn't be here if it weren't for them," Harry said quietly. All eyes turned to him.

"What'd'ya mean, Potter?" The older enforcer asked.

"We were captured by Scabior and that gang and taken to Malfoy Manner a few weeks before the Battle of Hogwarts. Thankfully Hermione was quick-thinking and put a stinging hex on my face so it swelled, Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange insisted that Draco identify me before they summoned Riddle. I could see in his eyes that he recognized me, but hesitated. He bought us enough time to figure things out a little."

"That doesn't change anything," Roberts began again.

"Geoffery, he grew up in one of the biggest Death Eaters families there's ever been. His aunt was Riddle's right-hand and his father was one of the originals, you don't think a little brain washing might have had something to do with his actions?"

"Well, true, but that still doesn't excuse the wife."

"She lied to Voldemort." Still a collective shutter went around the room. While Harry normally used Riddle's real name, he felt it was the only way to get his point across. "He cursed me in the woods with the Avada Kedavra curse and I survived again. Somehow. Narcissa was sent to check my pulse. She only had one question 'Is Draco alive?' When I said yes, she stood up and shouted 'He's dead!' It's the only reason I survived. I owe my life to her. Or at I at least owe her keeping her away from Azkaban."

Stares met him from all around the conference table. "Geoff," a few women whispered, one man said, "Roberts, come on, be reasonable. Pick your battles, mate."

Roberts looked around the room and seemed to recognize that he was out-numberd and surrendered, "Fine, but I'm going after Lucius Malfoy with full intent and slapping fines on Draco. From what we can tell Narcissa was always more of a supporter than an active participant. You all, bring Draco and Lucius into custody."

There was a general shuffling of papers and shaking of hands as the meeting dispersed and the aurors and enforcers when back to their own offices. Harry was turning to leave as a very angry someone came storming into the Auror wing and made for Harry's office.

Moving quickly, Harry recognized the man barging through his closed door. "Bill!" Harry called.

"Harry," He said firmly, slamming copies of Witch Weekly, The Daily Prophet, The Gossiping Goblin, and a few others down on his desk, "Please tell me that these," he gestured to the stack, "Are not true." Harry moved around his desk so he could read the papers now strewn across his desk. Bill looked very intimidating with his feet firmly planted, arm muscles bulging where they crossed and dragon-tooth earring glinting in the bight lights of the Auror office.

"What's not true?" Harry asked sliding aside the various papers and magazines. Each bore a similar title and same pictures, one from Ginny's quidditch match where she was flying through the sky, her robes whipping out behind her, pulled tight across her belly; one of Harry, holding Teddy, and Ginny walking out of the changing room with a special zoomed in picture-in-picture of her left hand, the diamond ring evident; and one of Ginny walking out of St. Mungo's dressed in Muggle clothes with her hair tucked up in a Manchester United cap and large sunglasses on. The captions all read things like: "Holy Head Harpees Lead Chaser- Pregnant!" "Harry Potter to be a Father!" "Power Couple Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley to Tied the Knot! Baby on the Way?" Witch Weekly even spouted: "Exclusive Interview with Holy Head Harpees Head Medic. By: Rita Skeeter"

Harry looked stunned at each one of them, he looked up to Bill who's face, it seemed, had gotten even redder. "Bill, you know we're getting married." He backtracked, "Some day. You were there, congratulated me." Then Harry gestured uselessly to the pictures and titles, "This other stuff, I have no idea. Honestly." He held his hands up in the universal sign of innocence and surrender.

Bill appeared to relax, fractionally. "I thought Ginny didn't want to tell anybody?"

"She didn't," Harry said, and then proceeded to explain about Milligans and Ginny's propensity for being a smart ass and needing to show him up. Bill was laughing by the end of the story.

"Well, guess her split reaction didn't get quite the reception she wanted then. You might want to read those and take care of it. Probably want to head Ginny off now, if Mum gets to her before you do…" Bill trailed off; they both knew what was in store if Molly Weasley thought her only daughter was pregnant out of wedlock.

"I'll take care of it, thanks Bill," they shook hands and Harry sat down to read the articles.

Power Couple Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley to Tied the Knot! Baby on the Way? By: Rita Skeeta

Harry Potter, most famously known for his defeat of Lord Voldemort in 1981and again in 1998 has found love at last, as all those in the wizarding world know. Well, all those who don't live under a toadstool that is. I had the chance to sit down with Mr. Potter this past week at his wife's first professional quidditch game. That's right readers, you heard it here first; I did say 'wife.' Sometime during the late summer/early fall, after his term as Defence Against the Dark Arts professort at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry ended, Mr. Potter and Miss Ginny Weasley, newest chaser for the Holly Head Harpee's tied the knot in secret.

Why the secrecy you might ask? Well, I did too: "Family is very important to us and with all the media hype these days we didn't want the entire world watching as we took those most intimate vows."

I was fortunate enough to be seated next to Harry and his oldest son at the match, a boy Harry claims is his 'godson,' but whom he has an extraordinarily close bond to. Certainly a bond never shared between Harry and his own godfather, Sirius Black. The child was well behaved and certainly enjoyed watching quidditch and kept pointing to Miss Weasley throughout the game, he clapped when Harry did and napped on and off. I found him to be a charming child, definitely like his parents.

After the match, Harry and Ginny cought up with family-friend and Head Medic for the Harpee's, Scott Milligans. Scott and I had a chance to meet for lattes the other day and discuss the most fascinating relationship.

RS: "So Scott, tell me about the interaction."

SM: "Well, it was strange, because I didn't know Ginny had a son. She's always hanging around talking with the other teammates and staff members and never mentioned anything. There was always this picture in her locker of a little boy, but I think everyone assumed it was her nephew or baby brother or something, because she's so young, you know? So when the kid ran into the dressing room shouting 'Mama! Mama!' and she scooped him up, I was stunned. I said, 'I didn't know you have a son, and she responded 'ya.' Like it was obvious.

RS: "So the child definitely is her's?"

SM: "Defnitely"

RS: "Did you know the couple was married?"

SM: "I didn't even know they were a couple! All of the sudden, this kid comes running in and a guy with messy black hair strolls in behind him claiming to be Harry Potter and Ginny slipped on a giant diamond ring and said 'Not that it's any of your business, but he's not my boyfriend, he's my husband.'"

RS: "Is Ginny Weasley currently pregnant?"

SM: "Well, as Head Medic, all medicinal information is held in strictest confidences, but I can confirm that I was treating her for something that she then decided St. Mungo's would be better equipped to handle."

Well, there you have it folks, it seems that Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley have been hiding a lot more than the average couple. Not only they already have a one-year-old, but also they concealed their summer wedding and most recent pregnancy. The Wizarding World can expect the second Weasley-Potter sometime in late spring 2000.

Scattered throughout the article were pictures, one of Ginny flying where her robes pulled tight in the wind and weren't particularly flattering, was captioned "Healers estimate that based on this photo, Mrs. Potter is around 8 weeks." Another of Ginny walking out of the St. Mungo's entrance said, "St. Mungo's spokesperson says no comment on the matter of pregnancy or the reason for her visit, but did not deny that she was there." The last one was a photo of Harry, Ginny, and Teddy as they walked away from the dressing room; "Ginny's giant diamond ring sparkled in the setting sun as she took an evening walk with her son and husband."

This was disgusting, Harry thought and threw the magazine across the room, it made a satisfyingly loud thump against the wall upon impact. Then Harry thought some more and realized that Ginny had been a little moody the past few weeks, and she always seemed to have an upset stomach lately. Harry grabbed The Gossiping Goblin and The Daily Planet off his desk, shoved them into his briefcase and picked up the copy of Witch Weekly as he ran out the door of his office.