A/N Sorry for making you read a lot… but I love you people!
Imagine, you're here reading instead of being outside on your ever busy world…
I thank you!
Plus, due to the fact that you haven't pressed the back button yet makes me a happy gal.
Anyway, here's the article I promised.
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Worst Fears
By Shiri Chizumi
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I have gotten in a real pinch.
My professor wanted me to do something. And threatened to fail me in his subject if I didn't comply.
Ok, maybe, I'm overacting a little bit.
I PROBABLY did deserve that failing mark… but I'm no failure in this business.
If he said I should do this, then I should.
This weekend, I was forced to go to Hogwarts, my alma mater.
Oh-kay… It's not like I was forced, let's rephrase that…
I went to my Alma mater.
There. Better, isn't it?
Anyway, while I was there, I was to know of some secrets that no one has ever told other people.
Not by themselves anyway.
Armed with my professor's characters list; here's what happened on my ambush interviews.
I had breakfast with the headmaster, asking his permission if I could go through this… He agreed but only to some terms of our agreement.
1. I was not allowed to use my telepathic powers.
2. I was only allowed 10 minutes tops to every person I interviewed.
3. Everything that is and will be published in the newspaper is purely based on what each of them said. It may be true or not.
4. Every one has a right to privacy.
After breakfast, we thought it best to have everyone get to know me first so that when they would be free in the afternoons, I could have my chat with them.
The first group I approached was that of Harry Potter's. It was quite easy to figure out who he was. I mean, aside from his scar, he was practically being talked about by everyone and he was… what's the word… famous.
I appeared in front of them and practically gave these 14 year olds a surprise. After pleasantries were exchanged, and Hermione recognizing me from the Great Hall at Dumbledore's side, they granted me an interview.
"What's my worst fear? Hmm… I have to get back on you on that…" he said as he bolted out of my sight.
"What's wrong?" I asked the both of them.
They pointed out to me a girl who looked like she was Asian.
"He's afraid of getting beaten by Cedric to Cho."
"Cedric… Diggory?" I asked.
They both nodded.
"Right. Okay… how about you two then?" I asked
Ron was about to say something when Hermione cut in.
"Ron here is obviously afraid of Spiders. One time, Fred and George told me that they dropped their spider for Transfiguration in the back of Ron's pants and…"
I saw Ron turning a bit scarlet (like the colors of the Gryffindor flag) and I told Hermione I got the point.
"And you, Ms. Granger."
"Why, being expelled, of course!"
"…Anything else?" I asked tapping my quill on the parchment I had.
"Hmm… that's a hard one. Oh! How about getting a low grade, perhaps?"
"Tell me about it…" I said slapping my head then telling both of them how I ended up here. As a project of course, I told them. I couldn't tell them that I wanted to personally know what they were afraid of.
"Just a little survey, you know…"
They both believed me as I marched off to another group.
I saw Draco Malfoy next. He was the one on the other side of Harry teasing him about… well… almost everything.
"Hey Draco!"
"What do you want!" he asked smugly.
"Just an interview for a survey… Anything you got to say about Harry?"
"Yeah… I bloody hate him."
"With that in mind, anything you ever scared about?"
"Hmm… of course I do. Maybe my father can protect me from everything but he certainly can't stand to that Mad-Eye Moody. I mean, I swear, if he turns me into a white ferret again…"
He then started mumbling to himself as I crept out of there.
There were now four people with checks on their names. And I still had a lot more to go.
I decided to quit the pep talk and get on with it… here is what they all had to say…
Padma Patil
Being seen in the Yule Ball with Ron Weasley.
Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil:
Failing in Divination
Eloise Midgen:
For anyone to find out that I'm using bubotuber pus for my acne.
Moaning Myrtle:
Being flushed and ending up in the lake.
Colin Cravey:
Getting anywhere without my camera. (Even the bathroom? I wonder…)
Sirius Black:
Being caught by the dementors or worst, the pound.
Alastor "Mad-eye" Moody:
Not having six plots to murder me before lunchtime.
Ginny Weasley:
Being asked by Neville to the Yule Ball
Fred and George Weasley:
Our mum finding out our hidden order slips or the 1,000 galleons Harry gave us for our Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes
Albus Dumbledore:
Having weird flavors of Bertie Bott's every flavor beans.
Madame Maxime:
Anyone finding out that I'm a half giant like that Hagrid. Memory charm, anyone? (I ran out as fast as I could when I heard that.)
Igor Karkakoff:.
something wrong that happens to my goatee
Rubeus Hagrid:
not seeing a single dangerous creature within the day.
Uncle Vernon:
Saying the word or anything that is quite close to it in my house plus that blasted "What's-His-Name-Again" being happy
Dudley Dursley:
Having a pig tail or a four-foot long tongue but the worst probably is going on a diet.
Pansy Parkinson:
Hermione beating me with Draco. 'Course I don't think that he'll have an interest in a muggle like her.
Peter Pettigrew:
Being eaten by a cat is just as worst as being tortured by Lord Voldemort.
Winky:
Being separated from my masters.
Dobby:
Harry Potter not setting me free from the Malfoys.
Percy Weasley:
Mr. Crouch avoiding or rejecting me and my work.
Neville Longbottom:
two words: Professor Snape.
Cedric Diggory:
being eaten by Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewts.
Fleur Delacour:
not being too beautiful for anyone.
Argus Filch:
letting a prohibited item get pass me.
Sorting Hat:
not compiling a new song for the start of the sorting and forgetting which House I sorted a Hogwarts' student.
Nearly Headless Nick:
Getting denied to join the Headless Hunt.
Peeves:
not being able to trick, fool or play with any Hogwarts student within an hour.
Mr. Ollivander:
Forgetting one wand that I sold
Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle:
Starvation
Rita Skeeter:
Not having a juicy story by the end of the day. Speaking of the devil, do you have one?
"Okay!"
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Needless to say, I was given a passing mark by my professor and he promised never to question my writing skills once again.
I breathed a sign of relief as I headed to the publishing office.
"Shiri! Just about time you are here!"
"Huh? What…"
"Professor Arzt gave me this…"
"huh?"
I took the white envelope my editor handed me.
"It seems that he wasn't very pleased with Professor Jones getting off the hook and passing you so easily. He said that even if you passed the finals with flying colors, he would take back the grade he has given you unless you write---"
That word triggered me!
I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran out of the building screaming.
"Sheesh... he just wanted you to write an erratum!"
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