I don't own Harry Potter. I do not make money from it.

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Rita Skeeter was always looking for a story. That went without saying. On the 31st of October 1981 Rita had decided to follow Albus Dumbledore in the hope of securing information to print in the Prophet. She'd apparated into Hogsmead in the morning and walked up to Hogwarts gates enjoying the last remnants of the Autumn sunshine. When she reached the gates Rita had diseloshiond herself and transformed into her annimagus form.

She had flown up to the castle and into the Headmasters study window. She came to rest on-top of a bookshelf watching the door that lead to Profferer's private bedroom and bathroom. She heard muffled movement from behind the oak door. Fifteen minutes later Albus Dumbledore swept from into his study resplendent in green robes adorned with falling orange flowers.

"Much to do today Fawkes." he said looking down at the pile of letters on a small table in near the door. "I'll start on these before breakfast."

Rita flew across the room so she could see the letters Dumbledore was reading. She perched on his shoulder and peered at the letter. It was from Mrs Weasley involving her oldest son William would be starting in '82. Rita dismissed it as unimportant until she saw the final few lines. 'I've persuaded Arthur to sign a betrothal contract for Ginny and Harry for as soon as he turns sixteen. He insisted on an exit clause for incase Ginny or Harry want to get out of it but of course our plan will cover that.'

"Our plan! It is I that have the ideas Fawkes they just go along with them." said Dumbledore looking at the elaborate golden watch that wizards seemed to favour (Honestly! A simple tempus charm would suffice) "Time for some breakfast. Blubbery muffins and peppermint hot chocolate for me!" he chuckled and left the room.

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Rita watched with disgust as Dumbledore drank peppermint hot chocolate with moving hipporgriph marshmallows. She would have left then but the last few sentences of Dumbledore's letter made her sure there were more facts to uncover.

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By nine pm Rita was bored. The most interesting things after Mrs Wesley's letter was a second year Gryffindor eating a Wavering Hoja plant seed as a bet (the boy was filled with water and had been throwing it up all afternoon) and two seventh year Hufflepuffs being caught in a broom closet after curfew ("And with all the danger going on at the moment" said Dumbledore). It had been pretty dull actually. She was about to fly off when one of Dumbledore's delicate silver instruments began to screech.

"It's happening." he said. "Fawkes Godric's Hollow!"

Clinging onto Dumbledore's after dinner robes (cream with purple flowers) Rita was swirled away in bright (yet heatless) flames.

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Beetle formed Rita saw a completely devastated house. It was smoking and one corner was blown off.

"Good, good." said Dumbledore.

Rita wondered were Dumbledore had learnt his lessons on good and bad.

They entered the house and Rita was horrified to see a dead man on the floor. Dumbledore apparently didn't share her concerns as he just smiled and moved on upstairs.

When they got to the exploded room Rita was even more horrified to see two dead bodies on the floor. After getting a closer look she nearly fainted. One of the bodies was Voldemort's! Dumbledore stepped over the body of the dark lord and a young red haired women and picked up a baby. From the crib. How had a baby survived this?

"Harry Potter." siad Dumbledore looking down into the child's green eyes and tracing a nasty looking red scar on the boy's forehead. "Defeater of Voldemort. The boy-who-lived. The prophesied one. The weapon. My weapon."

Rita trembled. She looked at the small baby. 'No matter where he takes you' she thought 'I will make sure you are alright.'

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When Rita saw who Dumbledore left the baby with she was angry. Very angry. Very very very angry.

After Dumbledore had gone she turned back to a witch and looked at the little boy. She had always wanted a little boy. Dumbledore was leaving him here to protect him from fame. Rita could teach him to control that fame.

She took him home.

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Two hours later Rita had adopted a little boy. No one at the ministry questioned it. They didn't even look at the names on the sheet. They just put the form away.

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One month after that Harry James Skeeter-Potter was settled into his new home. He had a nice bedroom and plenty of toys. Rita worked from home and occasionally left Harry with her friend Lottie when she had to collect scope. Harry was beginning to speak, it was nearly Christmas. Rita was happy.

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"Mummy, Mummy!"

"What is it Harry?" asked Rita looking down at her four year old son.

"Can we go the Ally?"

"Go to the Ally Harry. If you can say it properly I'll stop work early and take you."

"Okay, okay. Please, Mummy, can we go to the Ally."

"Yes Harry we can."

Rita smiled and took Harry's hand apperating him to the Leaky Cauldron.

There had been some difficulties after Harry was first seen in public. Producing the adoption certificate had put an end to that at least.

Harry had been taught to be polite to well wishers. He always said "Thank you." and "Nice to meat you." and "You'll have to ask my Mummy." if they tried to give him things.

That particular day Harry was offered an ice-cream by a nice old lady. Rita excepted for him and Harry had a chocolate and dinosaur sweets ice-cream.

"Mummy," he said licking a Te-Rex jelly sweet of his ice-cream.

"Yes Harry?" said Rita.

"When do I go to Hogwarts?"

"In seven years Harry."

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"Six years now Mummy." said Harry. Pressing his nose to the window just in time to see the scarlet steam engine stream past the bottom of their Garden.

"Only six!" said Rita. Looking down at her type writer. 'What Dangers do students face? - A study of Hogwarts under Dumbledore' sounded like a good name.

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"Only five years left to go!" cried Harry. It was a beautiful summers day and Harry and Rita were out on their back balcony waiting for the Hogwarts express to pass their garden. Harry was on his little broom (with numerous cushioning charms all over the balcony and garden) and Rita was writing a story on 'Death Eaters still among us - what can you do to protect your children'

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"Four years Mum! Four years!"

"Only four!" replied Rita ruffling Harry's hair.

"Do you want to read my article for the 'Junior Pages' in the Prophet?"

"Of course, Harry, what's it about?"

"It's called 'The Train in September' it's about the History of the Hogwarts express and my thoughts when I see it every year."

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Eight year old Harry Skeeter-Potter. Held his broom steady as he watched the Hogwarts express stream passed their orchard.

"Three years Mum!" he yelled over the sound of the train.

Rita waved up at him taking her eyes of 'Potions classes in Hogwarts - What risks are your children taking?'

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'Death in Divination - Why your child shouldn't lean to predict the future' A truly excellent story that Rita had discovered.

"I'm nine now Mum!"

"You are indeed."

"That means in two years I'll be on the Hogwarts Express."

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"One year left." said Harry looking out at the train.

"I'll be sad when you go, Harry." said Rita looking up from 'Curse of the Defence teacher - Is your child in danger?'

"I'll be sad to Mum!... But I'll be even more exited!"

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"You'll be good?"

"Yes, Mum."

"And you'll make friends."

"Yes, Mum."

"With people who like you for Harry."

"Yes, Mum."

"And you'll..."

"Yes, Mum." he hugged her.

"Have fun Harry. Now on the train."

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Dear Mum,

I've found out that the Philosopher's stone is hidden at Hogwarts!

Remember when I told you about the tree headed dog? You wrote a series of stories on it. Anyway, apparently it's guarding the stone!

The rest of Ravenclaw didn't think it was true until they saw the dog. But now they know me, Hermione and Terry were telling the truth.

If you write a story on this manye the stone will be taken away.

Don't have time to write more, Harry.

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Dear Mum,

Someones been petrified!

Apparently, it's going to happen to all the Muggleborns! Please write a story on it I don't want Hermione to be hurt!

Love from, Harry

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Dear Mum,

Sirius Black broke into the Grinfindor dorms!

I think if you write about it then people would know and keep us safe. I'm a bit scared to be honest. Terry's even more worried 'cos his Dad says Sirius is as bad a Voldemort.

Love you, Harry

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Dear Mum,

I've been entered into the Triwizard competition.

Please, please, please, get me out. I didn't do it I swear!

Help me please!

Love, Harry

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Dear Mum,

Victor Krum is trying to ask Hermione out!

Could you please do a report on the Champions and put in that he's got basically no academic scores.

Love, Harry

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Dear Mum,

Please help me! The new profferer made me write in my own blood! She says I'm lying about Voldemort.

Please, write a story on it.

Love, Harry

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Dear Mum,

Voldemort attacked the school! He fired an Avada kadavra at me and I hit it back.

He's dead!

Love, Harry

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Harry,

When I got home from Hogwarts after your fight I found a letter telling me of it.

I was at the scene Harry!

Love, Mum

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Thanks, for reading! I'm not sure if it's to long or if the story pales out toward the end.