Hey! I couldn't wait to write this chapter. I have been planning it for a while and although it didn't work out as well as I thought it would, it's shows Harry's lack of tolerance to the press. I'm probably gonna update within a week if I can though I am back at school.

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Chapter 37: Proving Rita Wrong

It had been a week since Albus Potter had been born. He was still tiny, and James still couldn't understand why he wouldn't play. Harry had to explain that he was too small to fly on a broom.

The owl flew in with the Daily Prophet while Ginny was feeding him. There was no crying from him, unlike James two years ago. Harry took a deep breath and read the first page:

"FAMILY OF FIVE AT TWENTY, POTTER'S NEW ARRIVAL.

Harry Potter, the boy who lived and Head of the Auror department, was seen leaving St Mungos carrying yet another small bundle in his arms. He was followed by the baby's two big brothers: adopted Teddy Remus Lupin (3) and James Sirius Potter (1) but are due to celebrate their birthdays in a matter of weeks and mother to three Ginny Potter.

Potrer himself has confirmed that the baby is called Albus Severus Potter. Though controversial, Potter seems to think his youngest son will grow up to be proud of being named after two recent Hogwarts headmasters. What inspired him to call him this, we do not know. This seems to be a stunt performed to confirm Snape's alliances during the war. He was also named after Albus Dumbledore, who before he died defeated Grindelwald but most important of all became a mentor to the Boy who Lived and shared the infamous but yet to be revealed secrets of how to defeat the Dark Lord.

Rita Skeeter's new book, "The Boy who Lived On" which is the ultimate biography to the famous wizard was released last month. Due to the new arrival, she has announced an impromptu book signing this afternoon at Flourish and Blotts."

"Oh great." Harry sighed folding the paper.

"What is it love?" Ginny asked him.

"Rita Skeeter is doing a book signing today in honour of our latest child."

"Oh dear! Why don't you go along and try and give her a piece of your mind?" Ginny suggested.

"What do you mean?" He looked stunned.

"Well I know that you're not a great speaker, but this would give you a chance to set a few people straight." Ginny said: "I mean I know you're not keen on this book idea, it's an invasion of privacy, so one talk if you think about it may not be as bad as you thought."

"I guess."

"I'm gonna stay here and look after the boys, but you need to nip into Diagon alley for their birthdays. Ron's at work, but Hermione isn't." Ginny persuaded him: "I'll offer to look after Rose and you two can go."

"Ok, I'll go in my cloak and if I don't like it I can always say something." Harry gave in, he wanted to know what was going on anyway.

Hermione wandered into Flourish and Blotts with what appeared to be no one with her. She slipped in the back of the crowd but so she could see Rita Skeeter: "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming today. For wanting to know more about the hero that saved the wizarding world, and what better place to learn from than this book. I have delved into Harry Potter's past, revealed his criminal Godfather, his lovers and his weak points. But the one question we want to know about him and Voldemort's defeat, is he truly a talented wizard or was it just luck?"

Suddenly a book dropped from the upper mezzanine where more books were held. It landed in-between the crowd and the press. Everyone jumped, and a few seconds later they looked up. "It's Potter, he's come for the book signing. Oh god, his signature worth more than the author's!" A man in emerald robes piped up.

"Ah Potter, now you'll definitely sell more copies of this." Rita smirked.

"I'm not here to sign anything." He said abruptly.

"What? Then why come here?"

Harry rubbed his scar then said: "I'm not great at improvising, but I guess it mainly saying what you feel like. I guess you all see me as some sort of public figure, someone to soak up the fame. But I'm not really, I just like to be normal. I'm only doing this for you people down there because I don't think you should learn about me from a book full of myths and gossip. As for my criminal Godfather, his name was Sirius Black" the audience gasped: "and he was a good, honest man. I thought he was out to kill me when he first escaped, but when I finally met him I learnt the truth. He tried to protect my parents from him. But he laid his trust in the wrong person, and ended up blamed. One thing that I have learnt is that bad things don't happen to bad people, they can happen to good, innocent people."

"Tell us how he died!"

"I'm not going to do that, ministry confidentiality. But I can say for the short while I knew him, he cared so much. I should really be at home today, with my three sons, but I thought setting the record straight was the right thing in the long run. There was a prophecy many years made about me, and it did include being Voldemort's match. I'm not a great wizard, maybe a great Seeker but I didn't really do any of the thinking behind all of this. It was down to one of the greatest men gone from this world: Albus Dumbledore. He told me how to defeat him, there was only one method. Although he left it in some form of riddle, something only Hermione could unravel."

Hermione joined him: "We set out on a journey with only a known ending. We had a few close shaves, like being captured by snatchers. The year gave us time to prepare for that final battle."

"But is wasn't just me that won it," Harry explained: "People died that night for a good cause. I didn't ask them to fight, but they did because they knew it would make the world a better place to live in."

"Here, read this Harry." Hermione flicked through.

"This book is filled with rumours and lies about me. Ginny isn't in love with the idea of being married to a famous person, we've always had feelings. And the Weasleys, I haven't pushed my way into the their family by bribing them with my money. The professors at Hogwarts never preferred me, even Dumbledore was only giving me support. I don't want people to idolise me and call me a hero. I didn't volunteer for this, I had to do it for the rest of you. But the worst dilemma would be a mass scandal. I may be Harry Potter, but I still make mistakes, and I don't want them pointed out to me or publicised. All I'm asking for is some normalcy in my life and some space for my three sons to grow up. Would you want your children being under constant pressure by the media?"

Everyone looked at him, and Harry didn't know whether it was in admiration or absolute disgust. One man shouted: "Well said son!" and clapped his hands together.

Suddenly the whole room started to applaud him. Harry went downstairs to greet his fans. For once, he felt he had done something that would make a difference.

And it did, for nobody bought a single copy of Skeeter's book at the signing.

Is it bad? I hope not, but I can tweak it if there is something wrong with it. Anyway I don't have any more chapters planned (so I will have to come up with something to fill in this space.) This is about the middle of my story, if I carry on that long! I'm glad to have fans of it as well, I know some people are desperate for me to update.

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