Disclaimer: I am (unfortunately) not J.K. Rowling. I do not make ridiculously large amounts of money for writing this. Also, she is such a better writer than me so…yeah.

Author's Note: This is my first ever story, and I'm a bit scatter-brained, so please no flames, just helpful criticisms:)

I set the water and climbed in. My cuts and scrapes stung a bit, but the warm water felt good.

Suddenly, I heard the door open.

Mortified, I stood bug-eyed for a second at Harry, then yelled at the top of my voice, "GET OUT!"

He frantically threw his arm over his eyes, then turned to run out. He sprinted into the wall, fell down, then ran out the door.

I sighed and sank to the ground. Why me? I cast a mild locking charm and realized I would never live this down.

Chapter 5

After the horribly embarrassing invasion of privacy from Harry, I was mercilessly teased the next day by Sirius. Thankfully, kind of in a way, Lupin shut him up.

"Well, I hope they get together after this. But wouldn't that be hilarious? Because then Pads would be in a pretty sticky situation if they broke up."

Needless to say, that made everyone laugh, except Sirius, who looked affronted, and me and Harry who said together, "Eww. That's, like, incest."

"You're supposed to be on my side Moony," he whined, "plus, they're not going to date anyone until they're in their mid-to-late thirties."

"Excuse me?" I spluttered.

"You're right," he amended, I smiled, "make that forties."

I glared at Ron who had the gall to laugh.

Looking to Lupin I said, "Can't you get him to change his mind?"

He faltered with one look from my puppy-dog face, but soon recovered.

"No. I actually agree with him." He told me.

I looked to Harry.

He shielded his eyes from me a bit and started to inform me that no sister of his was going to something or other, but I cut him off with a glare.

"Well, then," I huffed.

We met up in the kitchen for lunch to plan out our afternoon.

"Let's just go to the Prophet, give them pictures from our memories, and then give interviews," I said.

"Okay, but we should stop at Gringotts first in order to get some money and put Sirius under the protection of the Ancient and Noble house of Potter. Then they can't kill him or, more accurately, take him soul," Snape added.

"I'll stay here, I still want to sleep a bit," Ron told us.

We stared at him. Had Ron actually said something thoughtful? He offered to keep Sirius company, without being tactless?

He shook his head at us, amused, and walked out.

"I'll be in my room," he called back, "See you in a bit, yeah?"

We rolled our eyes.

Getting a meeting with the editor was hard. Like, get out of this building unless you have money or a famous person hard. They actually said that. It made giving Sirius the protection of the House of Potter seem easy, which it was not.

Thankfully, we had Harry, and by him then promising an exclusive interview they agreed. Sirius managed to add in that it couldn't be with some lady named Rita Skeeter, and the editor reluctantly agreed.

We went into the office and he called a reporter in.

"Well, I am fairly sure you didn't come to only give us an exclusive interview. Right?" the editor sighed, "What is your real reason?"

Hermione took the lead, as usual, having our slightly-different-from-the-truth story memorized. "Last night, a man named Sirius Black, yes, the supposed mass-murderer, managed to break into the Hogwarts grounds. By pure coincidence, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Jeri Black, Professors Lupin and Snape, and myself came across him. We managed to corner him into the Shrieking Shack and then bound him. We were about to call the dementors and Ministry, when Black requested us to let him explain himself first. As he was bound, we cautiously allowed him. He then asked Professor Snape, a potions master if he had any veritaserum and if so to administer it. After doing so, he went on to explain how he had never been the secret keeper because he had switched with Peter Pettigrew. He said Peter had been a death eater and had betrayed them. He also said he never killed Peter. He went to find him and then Peter blew up the street, killed the muggles, and cut off his finger."

"We asked him for proof seeing as we were still suspicious. He told us that Ron's pet rat Scabbers, was really Peter Pettigrew, who was a rat animagus. We looked at Scabbers and discovered that he was indeed missing a toe. Professor Lupin then cast the animagus reversal spell on Scabbers on the off chance that Black was not lying. Proving Sirius correct, Peter Pettigrew appeared. We quickly bound him and then trapped him in a cage which prevents animagus transformations and apparition. We then decided to come here to get the word out because I also remembered that Black never got a trial. Also, Sirius is under the protection of the Ancient and Noble house of Potter because the Ministry wants to kill him. I think that's it."

Through the entire tale both the reporter and the editor had been riveted and had a quill taking every word down.

"You forgot that we also have pictures from a pensieve here, and our memories." I added, knowing it would overwhelm them.

True to my guess, the reporter fainted and the editor looked dazed.

Remus conjured a firewhiskey for him and enervated the reporter.

The editor gulped it down then said to the reporter told the reporter to put the presses on hold. He turned to us, "Wow, this will be perfect."

Harry looked mischievous, "What if we all gave interviews?"

He looked wide-eyed for a second, then went on the intercom.

"All assignments post-poned. I need the-" he paused and counted us, "five best interviewers here as soon as possible. And no one leaves until the next edition comes out. That is all."

We smirked. This would be good.

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