(A/N) I just want to say that, if any of you like my story, you should check out KrazyIvan and his stories. Wow! They are excellent examples of a good author. On to the story.

Harry had apparated to the wizarding capital of Europe. The same place as the headquarters of the Daily Prophet. "They are going to pay" thought Harry angrily. He walked to a wizard restaurant and stepped in for a bite to eat before he went ballistic. "I am going to make them pay… Ah shit. Not now." Harry whispered to himself as a reporter came up to him.

"Mr. Potter, may I have a word with you? How are you and Ms. Granger getting along. Are you two together yet. Do you two have any plans for the future? If not, than what are your plans to get back together with her? And if you're not going after her, who are you going after?" asked the reporter rather hurriedly, as though he was trying to get the biggest story of the day.

"I tell you what, fuckhead, take this for ruining my life!" With that, Harry's wand appeared instantly in his hand, having summoned it from his robes. He performed the Full-Body-Bind curse on the reporter and slammed into a wall of the restaurant. The people were terrified, but dared not to move or scream.

Harry flicked his wand in an off-handed sort of way. Instantly, on the table next to him there were about fifty knives. Harry put his wand in his robes and grabbed two knives, one for each hand. "Now, Mr. Reporter, lets hurt you as much as you have hurt me!" Harry threw the two knives, but as soon as they had left his hand, another two were already being thrown. Very quickly Harry counted off fifty knives as they surrounded the reporters stiff body. Every knife was so close to him that he could feel the knives' cold steel as they touched his skin. However, not one pierced his skin. Harry ran out of knives on the table so he took out the dirk from its hold inside of his robes.

A dirk is a bit larger than a throwing-knife. It has a longer, thicker blade, and is more balanced. It weighs slightly more, so is more difficult to throw. However, Harry hefted it as though it were as light as a feather. He stood in throwing stance for a while, contemplating on where to throw for the most effect.

Meanwhile, the people in the restaurant merely watched in sustained silence. They respected Harry Potter, and knew his position. The Daily Prophet had left his mark on him and he intended revenge. The crowd supported Harry entirely, though he scared the shit out of them when he was angry like this.

"HARRY! Don't you dare," yelled a female voice. Harry threw the dirk. However, Harry, fast as lightning, Harry withdrew his wand and trained it on the thrown dirk. It stopped as the prick of the knife touched the reporter's throat. He whimpered in fright.

Harry turned to see who had yelled at him, and immediately his concentration broke. The thoughts of murderous revenge on the Daily Prophet ceased in his mind. The dirk dropped to the ground as Harry lost his concentration on it. It brought him back to reality. With a wave of his wand, the knives surrounding the reporter's body disappeared. Another wave brought the reporter back to normal. Yet another wave restored the restaurant. Satisfied that everything was fixed, Harry raised his wand straight up in the air. "Ostentaliviate!"

The people in the restaurant resumed eating, the reporter merely spotted Harry again, and walked up to him again. "Mr. Potter, can I have a word with you? How…"

"NO! Goodbye," spat Harry with contempt. The reporter looked affronted, but said nothing. His memory may have been wiped of his near-death experience, but that didn't stop him from knowing that this was not a person to screw around with.

As Harry walked outside, the female that had yelled at him put a hand on his chest. He looked up into her face, and smiled. "I see you that your temper has grown. It is nice to see you again Harry," as she flung herself into his arms.

"Hermione…we have much to talk about," whispered Harry, into her ear. "God, I love her so much…"

(A/N) This is bothering me, so I'll just state this for clarity. In one of the previous chapters, I mentioned that Hermione had only filled out in the breasts. I said that to indicate that she wasn't fat. In my mind, I picture a brunette with long curly hair, with cinnamon eyes, that is about 5' 8". Just wanted to clarify that.