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Rita Skeeters fall from fame.
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Morning without the children was…. Strange.
Quiet.
Boring.
Now that Lily had gone to Hogwarts for her first year, Harry and Ginny could safely say that they were suffering from 'empty nest syndrome', no matter how mild a case.
Now they understood why Molly Weasley kept visiting almost every other day after him and Ginny had moved in together.
So, they had to come up with a new way to entertain themselves.
"Apparently we're getting a divorce dear." Harry spoke up just as Ginny entered the kitchen, smirking behind his mug as she turned and rolled her eyes and what he was reading.
"… Is it because I was snogging Neville?"
"No… because I was."
In the dramatic performance of a lifetime (the twins had taught her well), Ginny slammed her own mug of tea onto the table and glared at her husband, "Will you just let me have my affair in peace Harry?!"
There was a brief moment of silence, before the pair suddenly burst out laughing, tears practically running down their faces as they struggled to breathe.
"How has she actually gotten worse?!" Harry finally managed to gasp out, "How? Forget that, where did she get the idea that I've been snogging Neville in the first place?"
Ginny raised an eyebrow and smirked, "You do visit Hogwarts a lot. Something you want to tell me?"
"Neville is raising a Devil's Snare in his greenhouse… no offense to him, but I'm not going near that."
It was clear that Ginny wanted to make other comments about that, but thankfully resisted the urge. Probably a good thing if she was going to say what Harry though she was going to say.
"Should we be worried about the children?" Ginny eventually managed to calm down, a look of concern flashing across her face, "I mean, what must they thin about all this? What if they believe it?"
"Ginny, Ginny, don't worry… we taught them one of the most important things in their lives. Rita Skeeter can never be believed and must be made fun of at all opportunities."
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It wasn't hard to spot the eyes on them.
Not that people didn't stare anyway, it came with being the son of Harry Potter and then being sorted in Slytherin.
Albus sighed wearily, nudging Scorpius in the side, causing the other boy to choke slightly on his toast.
"What?"
"Notice anything unusual today?"
Scorpius glanced around, before shrugging, "Oh yeah, it's probably because your Dad is getting a divorce from your Mum, so that he can pursue his true love… my Dad. Or was it Professor Longbottom?"
Albus was seconds away from asking that in Merlin's beard his friend was talking about…. Until he spotted the newspaper article and the writer of it.
Rita Skeeter.
"Oh…" Albus frowned, "… I thought the article was going to be about your mum leaving Draco for my mum? That's what Dad said they were trying to make it about when him and mum were going into London."
"I can't believe they talk about stuff like that in public, just to wind Skeeter up… besides, look at the next article. Your Mum's with Aunt Luna at the moment. My Mum wouldn't dream of breaking up such a happy family."
"My mistake. Pass the pumpkin juice will you?"