Disclaimer: I still own not a darn thing, except the plot.

A/N: Thanks to all who are sticking with me. I appreciate any comments you offer.

El Diablo: thanks for all your help with this story even though it ruins it for you…I'll try to stop asking but u know me and it probably won't happen.

Pale Rider: Thanks for your help. I didn't know that I was doing that and I hope you like the description in this chapter a lot better. Thanks for the help and for your theories of what could happen, I had never even thought of one of those.

Chapter 4—The Story With a Twist

"Can you believe this! She made the ruddy whole story about him!" Dudley yelled, tossing the paper onto the table and going back to his breakfast. "Some super-journalist…" he muttered.

The reaction was the same from all aspects of the kitchen table. There was little mention on page five about the BHBA that the Dursleys had won, instead there was a gigantic story… all about Harry Potter. And as for the award, there was merely a small picture of the family with a caption that read "BEST HOUSE ON THE BLOCK AWARD The Dursley family of number 4 Privet Drive, was selected for the Best House on the Block Award. The Dursley's were excited to win this award."

When Harry came into the kitchen for breakfast, he was greeted with nothing. No breakfast was made for him, no hellos were spoken and no eyes looked at him. His chair was moved from the table and nowhere in sight. It was obvious that he had done something wrong but what it was, Harry didn't know.

He made himself a bowl of cereal and no one looked his way. The only noise that reverberated in the hostile room was the ticking of the clock and the small clanks of the cereal hitting the bowl. Then, he poured the milk and the splash sound now replaced the clank. They were never this quiet, Harry thought, Never. Whatever he had done was serious. But for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what it was.

As Harry turned in the kitchen, bowl in hand; Uncle Vernon broke the deafening silence with a voice so full of fury, that could have started an earthquake. "Don't forget your paper!" he said thrusting this morning's issue of The London Press across the room. "There's a wonderful article in there about a 'lovely boy who lives in tragic situations.' And a bunch of other bull that all the neighbors will be talking about! There are extras in the front room…you better take them and put them on your wall so you can feel honored, or else they're all going in the fireplace. Which is where they belong!"

Harry walked in the front room and took a seat. He took a heaping spoonful of his cereal and stuffed it into his mouth as he began to read the article to himself. Oh, no, Harry thought, stuffing another bite into his mouth. He was only on the second paragraph, where it mentioned how Harry's godfather was the criminal, Sirius Black who made news a couple years ago… He jumped up suddenly and grabbed the gigantic stack of papers beside him. Harry took another bite of his breakfast and ran as feet as his feet would carry him to his bedroom.

He sat the stack on his bed and grabbed a paper. To it he attached a note to the Order that read: "This is today's paper. It's on page 5, and the Dursleys are furious! Get back to me as soon as you can. —HP" Harry yelled for Hedwig who came immediately and flew out the window, letter attached.

(At the Order Headquarters) Moody and Lupin were sitting in the kitchen of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, laughing at a joke that Mundungus Fletcher had just told. "That's nothing," Fred said cockily. "This one time George and I had a—ah!"

A very distraught Hermione Granger, whose head had just appeared in the fireplace, interrupted their talk about nothing. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, Fred. There's an emergency!"

"What is it Hermione?" Lupin asked, moving toward her floating head. "What's so urgent?"

"Well, it's Harry. The article that lady wrote came out today. And well, I think it's not good. Not good at all…"

"What is it?" Fred asked.

"It couldn't be that horrible?" George added, beginning the jumping between them to get a word in.

"Could it?"

"Afterall, it is a muggle paper…"

"And what could they really say about him?" Fred finished.

But the look on Hermione's face was not one that agreed. "I don't know. It's definitely not normal. Here. I'll read you a piece…" A newspaper now covered the place Hermione's head used to be and a forebodingly insistent voice was all that remained as she read with great urgency.

"In the recent visit to the home of this year's proud BHBA (Best House on the Block Award) winner, Vernon and Petunia Dursley of Number Four, Privet Drive, this very lucky reporter met a very lovely boy who lives in tragic situations. This boy, who is the only nephew of the Dursley family, is known as Harry Potter. In a discussion with the boy and some research, we learned that this boy is something extraordinary. And we want to share with you, the joy that is Harry Potter."

A deep breath stopped the voice and Hermione's brown eyes looked over the top of the paper at Lupin. Moody and Lupin looked at each other. "This can't be good," Moody said, his eye swirling. "Please… Continue, Hermione."

"Harry was born July 31 to James and Lily Potter. When he was merely a one-year-old toddler, his parents died in a car crash, which also left Harry with a lighting-bolt shaped scar on his forehead and no family to think of. Until two years ago, the only living people he had were the Dursley's. But in recent years, he was reunited with his godfather, Sirius Black, who made news a few years back.

But after some digging into old paperwork, it has been concluded that Harry's parents did not die in a car accident, as he was told, but were murdered. At the time it was Sirius Black who was convicted but that recently was dismissed…"

"And it just gets worse from there," Hermione paused. "I could go on if you'd like."

"That won't be necessary," Tonks said entering the room. "This owl just came from Harry."

Oooooooh, a cliffy. What to do? What to do? Hmmm…