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Millicent Bulstrode

Rita was prowling through the grounds of Hogwarts, looking any potential goldmine. A goldmine for the truth-rejecting journalist was any group of gossiping students, since anything they say could be a wonderful story Rita could publish in the Daily Prophet. Somewhere in the forest, Rita came across a small cabin, so she transformed into her beetle animagus, flew over to the only window to investigate. She peeked in and spotted her favourite celebrity, Harry Potter, punching a huge bag of some sort. Also inside was a girl with bulky muscles and had brown hair in a pixie cut. The girl was also wearing a green sleeveless shirt, a pair of black spandex shorts, and white tennis shoes. Then Rita flew over to the door, reverted back into her normal form and knocked. Some groaning was heard, which meant that Harry and the girl weren't happy to have their workout session interrupted. Upon answering the door, Harry and the girl glared at the egotistical journalist with blonde elaborate curls.

"How nice of you to drop by, Skeeter!" Harry responded in a sarcastic tone of voice.

"It's a pleasure, Harry!" Rita replied.

"That was sarcasm, Skeeter," snapped Harry. "We didn't ask for anyone to interrupt us! Didn't you read the sign on the door.

Rita looked at the door when Harry pointed his finger in the direction. Indeed, there was a sign that said 'Do not disturb!' across it. Rita just shrugged her shoulders as if it wasn't a big deal, still intending to get a good story. The girl accompanying Harry wasn't having any of it, since she cracked her knuckles in a threatening manner. Harry whacked the crazy journalist in the stomach with one of the punching pads, not enough to cause injury but enough to send Rita a message of some sort.

"Don't even think about it!" the girl growled when Rita opened her mouth to tell Harry off for whacking her (despite deserving it for slandering him countless times). "You should be ashamed for writing those degrading articles about Harry and getting them published without his damn consent."

"Who are you?" Rita asked the girl.

"Millicent Bulstrode, or Millie for short," the girl told Rita. "A Slytherin in the same year as Harry. "I'm not like Malfoy and his kind. I'm a half-blood, and Harry and I were having a cardio workout."

"Since when did you meet Harry?" asked Rita.

"During the summer before our third year," Millie explained. "After our second year ended, I started taking up a cardio fitness regime to be healthier. Granger also had a hand at that my taunting me about my former size. She and I became bitter enemies because of the Dueling Club Incident when I had her pinned to the wall and made her yelp in pain. Instead of being polite and keeping her big mouth shut, she just rudely commented on me being fat and that I should be more careful. My fitness regime wasn't done because of her, it was because I wanted to do it. It was around the middle of August of last year when I spotted Harry at Quality Quidditch Supplies admiring the firebolt. It took some time for him to open up to me and when he did, I offered to teach him some boxing and cardio moves. That's what we were doing before you rudely interrupted us."

"Hermione even eventually found out about Millie and I doing our usual workouts," Harry told the crazy journalist. "She went off another tirade of me ignoring her just because I got tired of her hypocritical behaviour. She even insulted Millie during the rant and also tried to take her on. Hermione underestimated Millie and ended up with a black eye, some scratches, and even bruises."

"Granger is in the hospital wing right now," Millie revealed, much to Rita's surprise. "Since she had the nerve to try fighting me when she doesn't even know a thing or two about any fight moves. McGonagall docked fifteen points from me for it since she lectured me on violence. After finding out what Granger did, McGonagall docked fifty points from her for starting the fight and gave her a months worth of detention. Harry's former best friend, Ronald Weasley, even tried to fight me for hurting Granger. he also underestimated me and he got himself similar injuries. Because he had the nerve to attack a lady, he lost Gryffindor one-hundred points and McGonagall assigned him detention every weekend at the start of next year."

"I ended my friendship with Ron for good this time," Harry revealed to the journalist. "Since he was also a hypocrite and I realized that his apology for abandoning me was a half-ass one. Neville is my best mate now since he was a much better friend to me and a more responsible person."

"Now's the time to deal with us, Skeeter." Millie revealed in a delightful manner.

Rita reached in her pocket to pull her wand out, only to get socked in the jaw by Millie. Then the angry Slytherin girl grabbed the journalist by the front of her outfit and yanked her inside. Rita was dragged over to some kind of closet and once Harry opened the door, he and Millie shoved their least favourite writer in. Rita began sliding on her rear for a few minutes before she landed on some kind of bouncy thing in a wide-open room.

"This is a trampoline room," Harry and Millie told Rita simultaneously. "You're just about to experience some dizzy moments, Skeeter."

Harry and Milly began jumping on the huge trampoline close to the journalist, causing Rita to fly up into the air. Landing back on the trampolice caused Rita to break her red glasses by smashing them. Harry and Millie continued jumping on the trampoline and making Rita fly in the air, resulting in her screaming like a banshee. Harry and Millie didn't care because they kept at it. Rita was getting so dizzy that she didn't think she could get up and walk away easily. Soon, Rita was bounced over to some hole in the floor, which turned out to be an opened trapdoor. Rita went flying right in while screaming as she fell into the unknown. Harry and Millie decided to keep jumping on the trampoline as a way of celebrating Rita's permanent downfall. It even gave the Daily Prophet a chance to repair it's reputation. For once, luck was on Harry's side.

The End!