Title: A Letter to the Devoted Fans- part three

Rating: G or PG (for very mild language)

E-mail: ptwentyfour@yahoo.com

Note: You know Harry, you could just ask to use my body. . .

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Dear deluded and insane fan fiction writers,

I was told you are rather curious about my sex life. Do you people have no shame? I suppose I knew I'd have to answer this sooner or later, but really! I feel that honesty is the only way to go with this topic. Well, I am sort of sexually active. I don't go around sleeping with anyone! I have no major commitments and I don't plan on getting married. I've experimented with a few people and the war didn't do anything to stop me from losing my virginity. As for Ginny, Hermione, and Cho, no way in heck! Ginny is like a little sister to me, Hermione is my best friend, and Cho and I really never got along that well. Sure I had a crush on her but nothing came of it and I thank God! She could be really pushy and mean when she wanted to be, not to mention she is more of a know-it-all than Hermione. I'd rather kiss Severus! No wait I did that already. . . It was a dare, by the way Draco is very sadistic. I have no definite sexual preference, but I do not like to mix pain and pleasure, thank you very much.

I was  asked on another forum if I was ever the house team captain. Yes, I was the captain for a time. I let Ron help me though. I'm really just a seeker, I couldn't captain the team if it weren't for Ron's help. He really knows his Quidditich and he was the real reason we won the cup that year. If I had tried to captain on my own we would have lost for sure! Soon after we all agreed that Ron, while not much of a player was going to be the team manager and captain. I am glad that he is still following his passion and coaching. He coaches the Appleby Arrows, England National Team's chasers, and of course, the Chudley Cannons. There aren't a whole lot of coaches as talented as he is and I'm lucky to still have the opportunity to play under his watch. Ron loves the game more than Woods and knows more about it than almost anyone I've met. I'm sure you all know that though.

I really do think this is a very therapeutic activity. I do like to write, but I tend to forget that. With working for the Prophet I don't get a chance to just relax. I have to rush and get the scoop before everyone else, listen to that arrogant editor, Skeeter, and always keep in the right circles to get the latest. Being a reporter is over glorified and a horrid way to spend time. I have to listen to arrogant imbeciles talk about how important they are, and then I have the God awful chore of picking through the drivel and finding the truth in the words the words they speak. I have no clue what possessed me to take this job. Oh wait, I do. It was Severus' fault! I guess I should tell you that story.

I was sitting on the steps outside of the main entrance a couple weeks after the Last Battle. It was July, and Severus was just coming in after finding some things he needed in the Forest. He was rather dirty, his robes were torn in a few spots, and he wasn't in a great mood and he decided to take it out on me.

"Why are you here Potter? Don't you have a job or something?"

"I don't. I was just sitting here Snape. What happened? You run into Aragog or something?" I teased, proving why I was put into Gryffindor. This really made Snape angry.

"Yes. I did." He said testily. He snorted, "So the famous savior of the wizarding world is jobless. How odd. Come with me Potter." He ordered, I really haven't a clue why I listened but I did. I followed him to his private lab and surprisingly he was rather polite. He offered me a place to sit and as he worked on his latest concoction, asked me a few questions and chatted like a human being!

"So, other than chasing a small golden ball what hobbies do you have?" he asked.

"Well, I never really was able to have a hobby. Between the Dursleys, school, Quidditich, and all the catastrophic events I never had the time or energy." I responded with a shrug. He looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Well, if your essays are any indication you have no future in potions, but you might in writing." He said. I have never gotten over the way he can manage to turn a complement into a criticism. "And as I understand it you are rather well connected. Draco has complained a fair amount about all of the officials you are on first name basis with. He says it is impossible for you to go to a good restaurant with out you hearing all the complaints from the Minister's assistants and the Head's of all the departments about him."

"And that means what?" I asked knowing full well what he was insinuating.

"It means the Prophet would be lucky to have a reporter like you. It also means you could do something worth while and do real reporting, none of that tabloid crap that they wallow in now." Said Severus, he had ditched the formalities quite rapidly and to tell the truth it was very refreshing. I thought it over he had made a few very good points, I was letting my optimism get in the way that day. I didn't even think about all the ill the media had done to me starting in my fourth year. I agreed to meeting with his old friends, and they tricked me into an internship which turned into a full time job with a magically binding contract. As you can see it is Severus' fault I'm a reporter.

Thank you for listening, er, reading. I look forward to more questions. I need to give this poor Muggle her body back now or she may try to return the favor and take over my body soon. I should thank her for being so accommodating. She has been helpful, if a bit too resistant and very curious.

Sincerely,

Harry Potter

Daily Prophet reporter, Nimbus Company Class A Flyer, and Seeker for the Appleby Arrows