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Angelina Johnson
Rita was flying around in her beetle form searching for a group of gossiping students, intending to use any source to come up with a potential story to put in the Daily Prophet. The egomaniacal journalist flew inside the castle and spotted Harry walking up the stairs, meeting somebody somewhere because of the expression on his face. Rita followed Harry (who, it turned out, was heading up to the seventh floor) while staying in her beetle form. Harry kept going and Rita realized that he was heading up to the highest tower, as there was a dark-skin teenage girl there waiting for him.
"Thank you for suggesting that we come up here, Angelina," said Harry gratefully. "All those fanboys and fangirls would've driven me crazy if we strolled around the corridors, since we would've been out in the open."
"And looking at the wonderful view of the Black Lake from up here will help distract you from your fame, Harry," stated the girl named Angelina. "It'll help get rid of some of the stress. This is one of my favourite hobbies."
'Angelina… oh yeah, Angelina Johnson,' thought Rita with realization. 'Her mother works as a healer for St. Mungo's.'
The truth-rejecting journalist flew down onto a handrail and began walking towards Harry and Angelina. The two Gryffindor students quickly noticed the fake beetle and eyed it suspiciously (with Angelina picking it up and closely inspecting it). Upon spotting the unusual markings, Angelina whipped her wand out, aimed it at the fake insect and cast the spell to cancel all charms to check if the beetle was fake. Rita transformed back into her normal form unwillingly, which told Harry and Angelina that the beetle wasn't only fake, but an animagus.
"I should've known it was you, Skeeter," growled Harry. "The beetle I've seen ferret boy speaking to was the same one in Hermione's hair. You've even made a mockery out of her with those slandering articles, not just out of me."
"Wouldn't Miss Granger get irrationally jealous of you spending time with Miss Johnson?" asked Rita carelessly.
"It's not her who gets that kind of jealousy to see Harry with any other girl," stated Angelina. "It's Ginevra Weasley who reacts that way. That's why Harry and I were up here because she's the worst of all fangirls."
"You were indirectly responsible for her throwing numerous tantrums," Harry told Rita in an irritable voice. "Everytime you wrote those stupid articles claiming that Hermione and I were a couple, Ginevra would go ballistic with jealousy."
"Hermione, Alicia, Katie and I even had to put her in solitary confinement to prevent her from clobbering any girl who dared to approach Harry," said Angelina. "But that's not the point now. You slandering Harry in the Daily Prophet was totally uncalled for, so now's the time for you to get your just desserts."
Rita found herself getting tied up and gagged before Harry and Angelina dragged her over to an empty classroom. Then the two Gryffindors locked the door and added some privacy wards so nobody could hear Rita screaming in horror. Angelina cast a tickle charm on the egomaniacal journalist's soles of her feet, causing her to laugh uncontrollably and her feet kicking out in a frenzy. Then Harry cast a spell on Rita to give her hands the feeling of going numb as if she fell asleep on top of them. Soon the feeling began spreading throughout the rest of her body and it didn't take very long before the crazy journalist lost the sensation in her body. Rita was now scared senseless to find that she was now paralyzed, especially when she caught Harry and Angelina smirking.
"Oops!" Angelina informed Rita in an insincere voice. "We forgot to tell you that you earned the honour of being the first to be tested by this new spell we helped Fred and George out in inventing."
"It may have backfired on you, Skeeter," Harry mocked the journalist. "There's a good chance that you're paralyzed for life."
Rita tried screaming again, but with no sensation in her body she was pretty much helpless and unable to move. All she could do was watch in horror as two house elves came in and picked her up to take her away to the unknown. Once they were by themselves, Angelina brought out a container of bubble juice (this one coming from a shop in Diagon Alley).
"We can send our friends messages by speaking into the bubble wands, Harry," Angelina explained. "They'll be thrilled to hear that Skeeter will no longer be a thorn in anyone's side."
"That's pretty interesting, Angie," said Harry. "Talking into the wands as the bubble inflates and sending them on their way. Do they have some of the bubble juice too?"
"Of course," assured Angelina. "When they see the bubbles and they pop to play our messages, they're likely to follow suit."
Angelina demonstrated it for Harry by speaking a message for Hermione to give her the heads up as to what Rita's fate was. Pretty soon, the two were having fun taking turns talking into the bubble wand to send messages to either Hermione, or the rest of their quidditch teammates still attending Hogwarts. Some of the messages included jokes to tell the Weasley twins especially. With Rita dealt with forever, the Daily Prophet could begin repairing it's reputation and hire more competent employees. For Harry especially, things were finally looking up.
The End!
Author's note: Another one-shot completed. I'll leave it up to you to decide what the house elves did to Rita. Which girl should Harry be paired with in the next one-shot? Please let me know in a review or a PM, happy reading!