Rita Skeeter, reporter extraordinaire, was in a quandary. She had made an oath to the bossy bushy-haired girl who was girlfriend even though she denied it to the Boy-Who-Lived, but at the same time, she knew she was out of a job unless she obeyed the orders of her editor, Barnabas Cuffe.
Her assignment: Go to Harry Potters trial and find out his address. Visit the palace Potter lives in, and interview those who work for him.
She knew that the court reporter, Penelope Clearwater, was off sick from work due to bout of Dragon Pox, so it would be easy for the former gossip columnist to take over the assignment of reporting from the Court.
Eventually her mind was made up, she was going to take the assignment, even if it meant that she would lose her magic. Little did Skeeter expect to find out what Harry Potter's living situation was going to be like.
-Reporter Extraordinaire-
Rita showed her boss the memories of what she had found at Number 4, Privet Drive and to say that Cuffe was shocked was like saying that Hagrid was a overweight human.
"You don't realise Rita that what you have seen means that the Minister is going to be pleased." Cuffe said, smiling. "Dumbledore saying that the Boy-Who-Lived was perfectly fine, living in a mansion with servants and House Elves, when in fact he was treated less than an House Elf. It makes me wonder if Dumbledore cast a spell on Potter in order to make him say He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was back."
"Surely the Aurors would be able to confirm it?" Rita said, interested about what Cuffe was implying. "And even take Potter into protective custody."
"Just write the story Skeeter, let the Ministry do what they need to do."
The following morning, the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was sitting in his office, sipping his tea and crumpets, when his Senior Undersecratary, Delores Umbridge, came barging into his office carrying a copy of the Daily Prophet in her hands, the headline "DUMBLEDORE LIED. BOY-WHO-LIVED WAS BOY-WHO-WAS-ABUSED".
"WE'VE GOT DUMBLEDORE!" Umbridge shouted, the pink in her cardigan almost neon at her joy. "He's going to enjoy Azkaban."