Chapter 15:

The Daily Prophet

Arriving at the Daily Prophet, Harry and the rest of his family, including the newly minted Lord and Lady Weasley, strode through the doors their magical auras flaring in what everyone could feel was most certainly guided rage. Not bothering to look at the receptionist, if that was indeed what she truly was, as nothing seemed to be what it really was at the newspaper, they walked right past and headed right into the editor's office. Harry stopped shocked when he got there. The editor's office was empty. Turning back to the receptionist; he glared at her.
"Where is the editor?" he snarled. The receptionist just looked at the young man and didn't say a word. This time, Harry's father spoke up. "It is unwise to not answer my son when he asks you a question. Considering that as of an hour and a half ago, he became your BOSS." James said not hiding the contempt that he felt towards this woman for basically shunning his son.

The receptionist still didn't say anything, but she did point in the direction down the hall, from the editors office. Harry, once again not saying anything just strode down the hall. Reaching the end of the hall, he came across a room that was obviously some sort of a meeting room. Harry didn't bother to knock. He threw the door open and let his magic flare around him threateningly. Walking into the room, he was not surprised to see Rita Skeeter sitting at one of the seats around the oval table.

"Potter! You can't just walk in here, you have no right!" Skeeter said indignantly. Ginny this time glared at her and spoke. "Shut it! You're time here at the Daily Prophet may be coming to an end. Who gave you permission to write that article that appeared in the newspaper this morning?" she demanded.

Rita laughed. "Little girl, hush. You don't know what you are talking about. Who gave me permission? I did and the editor approved it. Just like he does every one of my articles." She told Ginny.

Harry strode over to Rita. Seeing her press pass hanging on the lapel of her acidic green jacket, he reached out and snatched it off the woman. "That is the future Lady Potter that you are addressing. You will address her properly, or you will deal with me. Be glad it is my wife and not me that you are dealing with at the moment. Or if you prefer, I could reveal your SECRET." Harry spat at the woman.

"Potter, you've just entered a room that you have no business being in. Stop pretending that you have power in this building like it is the halls of your beloved school or the Wizengamot for that matter and shut up. You also don't know what you're talking about." Skeeter spat venomously at Harry. James and the rest of the group waited with baited breath, to see what Harry would do next. Harry looked at Ginny and Hermione, their parents and then at Ginny's parents. Smiling, he turned to the editor. "Sir, your name please?" Harry asked somewhat politely?

The man began to shake, as he recognized the power behind Harry's voice. "Barnabus Cuffe." He said. Harry still smiling, looked at the editor with a fixed stare. "What you don't know is that just over an hour and a half ago, my father purchased the Daily Prophet outright. He put the ownership of the paper in MY name. You sir, and the venomous Journalist that you favor are hereby FIRED. Pack your things and go. NOW. BOTH OF YOU." Harry spat. He watched as the two people who had made his life difficult that morning and on many other occasions, scurried out of the room to go pack up their offices.

Turing to Mr. Weasley, he spoke softly. "Mr. Weasley, if I remember right you told me that Mrs. Weasley had journalistic aspirations before the children came?" he asked the new Lord.

Arthur just nodded. Harry turned to Ginny, his sister and his parents and smirked. "Mrs. Weasley? Would you like something to do everyday than just tend to the Burrow? You're going to be bored now having a staff to do most of the cleaning and whatnot for you. Except perhaps the cooking. If so, I have a job for you." Harry said looking at the woman who was a second mother to him.

"I would love to Harry. What is the job?" Molly asked.

Harry didn't answer and instead turned to the rest of the staff that were sitting there. "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I introduce your new Executive Editor of the Daily Prophet. She has unlimited power here. What she says goes, if you don't like something that she says, you can voice your opinion but please bear in mind that she has the final say. Is this understood?" Harry asked the room at large. Everyone nodded their consent and understanding and quickly and quietly left the room.

Harry turned to James. "Dad can you put an warrant out for Skeeter for being an unregistered animagi. She turns into a water beetle. I saw one in the burrow last year with markings like Skeeters glasses. Plus she is acidic green just like her clothes." James merely nodded and left the group to go and do as Harry asked.

Harry turned to the rest of the group. "Come on, lets get some shopping done before we go home. Mom can the weasleys stay at the Manor until their new Burrow is built?" Lily didn't even verbally answer her son. Nodding, her consent she hoped that Harry didn't see her tear up. Sometimes she wondered where she had gotten such a selfless son. She had many blessings, but she also had some news. She thought with trepidation, as they left; following behind Harry and his friends and other family members, 'James doesn't even know what I am going to tell everyone tonight. I hope he is happy about it when he finds out….that I am pregnant…..'