Racing down to the atrium, Alexander and Hermione took the Floo once more to the Leaky Cauldron, from there they made their way into Diagon Alley and went in search for the Daily Prophet's offices. They weren't hard to find but when they arrived, the first thing they saw was the current headlines, 'Harry Potter to Attend French School After Being Found Cheating'.
"What the bloody hell is this crap?" Lex fumed.
"I don't know but this won't stand. Come on," Mia grabbed her love's hand and dragged him to Gringotts.
As soon as they were inside of the bank, all of the goblins were looking at them warily, but the demigods were too interested in finding one particular goblin. They found him at the end, sitting in the highest teller. Bowing lowly to him, Lex said, "Good morning Bogrod, how have you been?"
"Very well, thank you," Bogrod's eyes were firmly planted on the invisible weapons, "Follow me please."
Lex and Mia did as asked, following the goblin into an unused room, "This is about the sais and labrys isn't it?"
"You wear weapons forged by the great Hephaestus, neither of you are who you state you are."
"In our defence, we weren't aware that we were demigods when we first visited and had every intention on informing you and the goblin nation of our statuses during our next visit. As for the weapons, we would remove them but they can't be," Hermione explained.
Bogrod tentatively asked, "May I look at them?"
The teens drew their weapons, "Of course Bogrod, we trust you and goblins are the warrior race; if you can't appreciate a good weapon then who could?"
The goblin was entranced by the three items before him, running a finger along the blades, listening to the metal whisper to him, "Outstanding. Such craftwork."
"It is," they sheathed them again once the goblin was finished before sitting, "We have a few requests Bogrod."
"What would they be?"
"Well, considering I'm not really Harry Potter…"
The goblin put up his hand, "It does not matter in the sense of Lily and James Potter's wills, they left everything bar a few thousand galleons to their baby boy, nothing that stated a name. As you were their child of record to Gringotts, you inherited everything."
"Alright, now in that inheritance do I have anything to do with the Daily Prophet?"
"I believe so, let me check to make sure," Bogrod snapped his fingers and a folder appeared. Fingering through it he nodded, "Yes, the Potters assisted in the starting up of many businesses and in return were given controlling shares of them. Over the years they were diminished if the Potter in charge wished to sell off shares, but with the Daily Prophet, it looks as though Charlus Potter, James' father, purchased as many shares as possible. You own 64% of the shares. Why were you interested in that business in particular?"
"Because of their latest edition," Mia growled, "Do you have libel laws in the magical world?"
Bogrod nodded, "Yes, I can get a complaint started if you wish."
"Definitely. Now, are there any other newspapers for magical UK?"
"The Quibbler, it's owned and operated by Xeno Lovegood; nice bloke, just a tad odd. His office is in his home at Ottery St. Catchpole," the goblin explained, "Did you want Gringotts to do anything in concern with the Daily Prophet besides starting the complaint, or any other business?"
Mia took the reins now, "Yes. The goblins are to please oversee every business meeting that the Potter family is involved with. Send out reminder notices to them all that there is a 'Potter' who is being informed by the best what his rights are concerning the family interest in their business. We would also like for you, personally if possible, to cull through the entire staff of the Daily Prophet; find anyone who is unqualified, has fabricated stories, has taken bribes or paid for stories, and the editor, and fire them. Replace them with people who are qualified and have everyone sign loyalty contracts that they will only print stories that are true, and have been fact checked to hell and back. Please Bogrod."
The goblin was writing quickly, "What are your names, if you don't mind?"
"I am Alexander Olympius, son of Zeus," Lex said proudly.
"And I am Hermione Hippia, daughter of Poseidon," Mia continued, "And you are our friend Bogrod, so call us Alexander and Hermione please. Thank you for your assistance and don't forget to take the money for your services."
"Of course, and may your blades always be sharp," the goblin allowed them to show themselves out before calling for his brethren, he had been called a friend by two demigods, he was going to do everything in his power to do right by them.
Outside, the couple were thinking of a way to get to the Quibbler office, "Floo?"
"We shouldn't arrive that way unannounced, it could lead to trouble. We could go back in and ask for a Portkey."
"No, but we could get some Muggle money and take a cab."
Deciding on that, they went back into the bank and spoke to the first empty teller, "Good day, we were wondering if you could change some galleons for us, we need to get to Ottery St. Catchpole and will need Muggle money for a taxi."
The goblin looked wary, the pair were talking to her politely, and seeing the way they treated Bogrod before led her to offer another option, "There is always the Knight Bus."
"What is the Knight Bus?"
"A magical bus, it will take you to your needed location for a small fee," the goblin explained, "Just head to a street, preferably one that is not too crowded, though Muggles don't see it, and throw out your wand. You may need to wait and will definitely want to hold on tight once on board."
"Thank you so much ma'am," the teens said as they bowed slightly and left.