A/N: HELLO! IT'S THE LOVELY PADFOOTxMOORE! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS. JUST SO YOU KNOW, I WROTE IT DURING THE MIDDLE OF A PEP RALLY.

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I walked down the hall with Ron on my left and Hermione on my right., It had been a long time since the "Golden Trio" had walked the halls at Hogwarts. Today was not a social visit. We we're visiting the grave of a great headmaster.

After visiting the grave we went to the Tree Broom Sticks for a drink. That was when the day turned bad.

"Hello Harry. Can I have an interview?" the sneering voice of Rita Skeeter asked.

"About..." Hermione asked.

"What happened the night Dumbledore died." her face now in a forced smile at the sight of Hermione.

"Ok, what about it?" I asked in return, finally deciding to tell the public.

"Where were you before he died?"

"We, Dumbledore and I, went to a cave to get a horecrux Voldemort made so I could kill him." I said, starting my story as Hermione and Ron read what Rita was writing so she couldn't twist my story.

"I promised him before we left that I would do as he said, and he told me to make him drink this poison that made him relive his worst memory."

"Only Snakeface would use a punishment that acted like a blood dementor." Ron mumbled, earning a light slap from Hermione.

"What was Dumbledore's worst memory?" asked Rita, ignoring Ron and Hermione.

"Grindewald, hurting his brother and sister. Anyways, I apperated us back to Hogwarts after Dumbledore got the locket and used fire to get rid of the Infure. We saw the dark mark over the tower so we flew up there, and a Death Eater cornered and disarmed Dumbledore. After, he, Dumbledore, froze me. Then Snape came, and Dumbledore begged for his to kill him. Then, he just died."

"What?!," screeched Rita," He begged for death?!"

"No, not really, but he did ask Snape to kill him, because he was going to die anyways." Rita's quill was flying across the page as she wrote.

"Hey!," Hermione yelled all of a sudden," Harry is not wiping his emerald eyes filled and brimming with tears."

"Fine!," she said scratching it out," Is that all?"

"Yes!" we all answered, running out the door.

"Well," said Ron as we walked back to the apperation point," At least we know she can't write anything we don't like without us turning her in for being an illegal animagus."

"Yes, we don't have to worry about that b " yelled Hermione. Ron and I couldn't believe our ears. Suddenly we we're all laughing.

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