A/N Thank you all for the reviews. Harry Potter isn't mine. this is a story from a fan.
A special thanks to my friend Naomi-chan203 for another wonderful Article by Miss Nolwenn LaBrun.

(BSC 4 C17) C104 Meeting the English reporter and the cavalry.

The adults were sitting around the table.

Their jaws were resting on the tabletop while they were processing the things the friends had just told them. Some were closing their mouths but when they opened them to say something, but just kept them open without making a sound at all.

It took almost fifteen minutes before Augusta said the one thing they were all thinking. "I do not believe that Albus had anything to do with this," she said in total disbelieve.

Most of the Adults were nodding in agreement and looking at the friends for an explanation.

Susan gave a sigh and looked at Augusta who had asked the question. "We know that it is hard to believe. And we are still hoping that we are wrong about our thoughts. But it is all pointing towards him. He is the only one who knew about the fact that Madeye would be the new Professor of defense against the dark arts. So it doesn't matter which way you are looking at it, he is always at the start of it. Either he went to Voldemort or he told Snape and Lucius who went to Voldemort. It could even be something more sinister. Albus could have helped with getting Barty Jr. out of Azkaban. the one thing we still do not know is how did he get out of Azkaban in the first place. But to get back to Albus if he did help to get Barty Jr. out of Azkaban. Then it wouldn't be that hard to think, that he was also the one sending him to Voldemort with the information about the new Professor.

Some of the Adults were shaking their heads but only Dan and Emma Granger were Nodding. Amelia turned her head to them and ask why they took it so easy. Dan wanted to say it but Emma jumped into it with a smirk on her face as she looked at him. "Wel you have to understand that Albus may be a hero in this world. in our world he is just a meddling old guy. He keeps us, parents, away from the school and our daughter and with that our daughter away from us. So any chance we have in bonding with her is taken away and letters will only do so much. If it wasn't for you guys and the friends she made, we would have lost her this time. After she got home from her first year at Hogwarts. We were really excited and wanted to see all the things she had learned. However with the restriction of underage magic, we never got the chance to see it, and she never got the chance to show it. Now because of the restriction, she could not do magic and that became a big deal for her. the moment she got the chance to get away to do Magic she took it. Slowly killing the bond we have with her piece by piece".

Hermione had tears in her eyes when she rushed around the table and slammed herself into the arms of her mother and father screaming. "I'm sorry, I never wanted to hurt you two, but Magic is so great and beautiful. But I couldn't do it and I wanted to do it" as she rambled on and on.

Most of the friends were just looking but didn't understand where the frustration and guild that Hermione had were coming from. Most of them were just looking at her with their mouths hanging open just like the adults had done moments ago.

Minerva had seen it all and went over to the friends. "Go easy on her today. She just found out she was basically running away from home". The friends still looked a little confused and Minerva smiled. "Well let me explain, We all know that magic is a muscle that you have to train. We at Hogwarts are training you to use it and making it stronger. In your free time, you all are using it in a normal way maintaining its strength. Now the moment the muggle-born are going home they are forbidden to use magic because of the secrecy of it. The cant talk about it, show it or even do it. this will make the magic go weaker. not much but they can still feel it. it will make them want to do magic. so the moment Hermione could do magic she took it leaving her parents behind.

Minerva waited and saw the light go on in the minds of Bella and Daphne as they looked at Hermione. It was Bella who said what the two of them were thinking. "So Hermione went home and wanted to show the magic she had learned. She couldn't but still wanted to do it. So after a couple of weeks, she could come to one of us and do magic. but by doing that she had to leave her parents behind. and every year would be the same and they would grow apart and eventually never see each other again".

Minerva nodded. "That is something that is happening to almost every muggle-born in our world. Most of them turn their back to the muggle world and go into the wizarding world. and in the way the Muggle-borns are treated here in England, they would leave Brittain and make an even bigger gap between them and their family".

Harry turned to his friends "Well that is another thing we have to redo when we overhaul the wizarding world".

"Do I want to know any of this" Minerva asked.

"No," Susan said. "We don't know yet so what could we tell you". She then turned to Narcissa. "He Cissa, we need the reason about the secrecy for the Muggle-borns, but also the wards for shielding the magic from the outside".

"You need it now".

"No, just somewhere in the next couple of months, go find your self a boyfriend for when we get rid of Lucius, or to have something to do until then".

Narcissa smiled. "I will get it for you, but I think I stay away from boyfriends, for now, maybe a quicky now and then" and she turned her eyes to Harry and winked.

"He is taken," Daphne said as Bella pointed two fingers from her eyes to the eyes of Narcissa who just smiled.

Minerva threw her hands in the air and walked away. "I do not want to know any of this," she said over dramatically.

Narcissa laughed and pulled out a stag of France newspapers. "Now that all the serious shit is out of the way". And she gazed over at Sirius who had opened his mouth to say something. "let me show you something about the things our new friend Nolwenn is been writing".

"Who is that Emma asked.

Narcissa smiled at her secret friend. "Nolwenn LeBrun is a France reporter for the La Gazette du sorcier, or the Wizard Journal in English. Most of the time she is the spokeswoman for the France minister and the ministry. Writing announcements and that sort of things. In her free time, she has a collum that is about the France minister and his family. they are really loved in France so most of the readers are looking forward to every article she writes about them. Now because Fleur Delacour is her for the Tournament, she has been chosen to write about it and also because she is the only one who is allowed to write about the Minister and his family in France.

"Isn't she also the one that got Rita's knickers in a twist?" Susan asked while Amelia spewed the drink she had in her mouth all over Sirius.

"He I have already showered today," Sirius said.

"Susan Amelia Bones" Amelia screamed.

The friends were laughing just like most of the Adults in the room as Susan just looked at her aunty. "What, She did. Rita was attacking her left and right just because she wrote about the things we had done after the Quidditch final.

Amelia wanted to reply but Narcissa broke in. "She is right you know. Up until now, Rita has done a lot of things regarding this girl. It isn't much but they are a lot of little jabs. Most of those jabs are just that jabs about the incompetence of the France ministry and that the English ministry is so much better. Some of them are at her that she is still too young for such a position and that is why she is telling so much lies. In one article she even wrote that she was sure that miss. LeBrun was sleeping with the France minister and that that was the reason why she got the job".

"NO", most of the friend screamed when they heard that.

"Yes, and it is right here" as she placed an Article in front of them.

Harry turned to Zanita. "You know who she is right". and Zanita nodded. "Well, tell a house elf to look after her. A lot of people believe every word that comes out of the Prophet and will go after her. So it is up to us to keep her safe. She is in our house and that's why it is our responsibility".

Susan turned to Narcissa, "What did she do after that piece of dung".

"Susan," Amelia said again".

"What, are you saying she was right and it is a well-written Article," Susan told her aunt while she was jabbing her finger at it.

Amelia just watched her with her mouth hanging open as she looked at the challenging look from her niece.

Narcissa giggled. "At first she did nothing. but let me start at the beginning. After her article about the Quidditch Final, she became quiet. The next Article that appeared here in England was about the day the Beaubâtons delegation arrived at Hogwarts. And this was it" and Narcissa started to read the France article.

French version

"Poudlard, nous voilà !"

C'était hier en fin d'après midi que le carrosse de l'école de Beaubâtons a poséses roues sur le gazon écossais.

Après un long voyage nous avons été accueillis chaleureusement par la Reine de Poudlard et la Directrice Adjointe, Minerva Mcgonagall, sans l'ensemble des maisons de l'école et des habitants des terres de l'école. Le directeur quand à lui était apparement plus préoccupé à chercher des poux à Lord Poudlard que d'accueillir notre délégation avec diplomatie.

Nous avons été rejoins par la délégation de Durmstrang pour partager un festin convivial entre nos 3 écoles.

A la suite du repas, la célèbre et et légendaire Coupe de Feu à été présentée à l'assemblée. Pour ceux qui n'ont jamais eu l'occasion d'en entendre parler, il s'agit d'un artefact unique qui décidera quel élève sera digne de représenter son école avec honneur. Tout élève majeur souhaitant participer au tournois pourra y déposer son nom jusqu'au 31 octobre, date de la cérémonie de sélection des champions.

Je vous donnes donc rendez-vous au 1er novembre pour la suite des événements, en espérant que l'hospitalité chaleureuse des écossais continuera à nous faire oublier leur climat pourri.

Votre fidèle reporter,

Nolwenn LeBrun.

Narcissa placed the paper on the table and looked at the friends. she smiled and took out a piece of parchment and started to read again.

English version

"Hogwart, here we are !"

It was yesterday in late afternoon that thé carriage of the School of Beaubâtons landed on Scottish turf.

After à long journey we were warmly welcomed by the Queen of Hogwarts and the Deputy Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, not forgetting all the Houses and inhabitants of the grounds. The Headmaster, however, seemed more preoccupied by taunting Lord Hogwart than welcome our délégation with diplomacy.

We were then joined by the delegation from Durmstrang to share convivial feast with the three schools.

After à delicious dinner, the famous and légendaire Cup of Fire was presented to the assembly. For those who never had thé occasion to her about it, it is a unique artefact which will decide what student will be able to represent his/her school with honnour.

Every off-age student will be able to put his/her name in it until the 31st of October, date of the selection of the champions.

See you the 1st of November, hopefully, the warm hospitalité of the Scott will make us forger their shitty climate.

Your faithful reporter,

Nolwenn LeBrun.

Narcissa placed her Parchment on the table. "It was this article that Placed Albus in a not so flattering light. it was also this article that started Rita on attacking Nolwenn personally".

Everyone was looking at her and waiting for what she was about to say because Narcissa got a real wicked smile on her face.

"Most of the jabs she ignored and to some, she responded in a Slytherin way. But when Rita attacked her by telling she had an affair with Jean she had done it. So what she did, that is the best part" and she grabbed the France piece of Paper that had the Article on it. Her eyes scanned it and she looked up. "Well, this article was mostly about the tournament and the part the France minister had in it. That he just like Fudge was the face of the country. It was at the end that she replied to Rita. As you readers may know I'm a friend of the Family and so I have been in close contact with the minister. Did I sleep with him for my job I will not say yes and I will not say no? But if I did Misses, Delacour would have skinned me alive. Now after I told her this Miss Delacour told me this. Be glad it is the France minister you are sleeping with. if it was the English one I would have to send you to the hospital doubting your sanity. I do however question the English ministry about this. Doesn't they know that she is insulting the France minister, ministry, and its people? let alone the fact that she is accusing the France minister of cheating on his wife. but then again he could do worse".

"She said that," Isabela asked.

"Yes she did, I did a little digging and found out that miss LeBrun has been a friend of Apolline Delacour for more than twenty years. She is practically a younger sister to her. and most of the Articles that are written about Jean they had done together. so I'm sure this is one of them.

*#*

It was a week after the family meeting when the friends were sitting with the Gryffindors and Slytherins in Potion class. It was still the same as the first class they had. Severus would never treat them the same like he did Slytherin and even worse then he did the Gryffindors. So every class they had, they saved a file of their potion to be judged by Bethilda, because the knew Snuffulis would never do it fairly.

It was in the last class of the week when Collin walked in and asked for Harry.

"What does our celebrity has to do now for his fans who appreciate his laying and cheating" he sneered at Collin.

Collin swallowed "He is needed for the wand weighing sir" he stammered.

Bella immediately filled a file from the potion Harry had made and was just in time when Snape finished it from the Coldren.

"Well, go, Potter, you do not need a mark for this potion because it wasn't finished, but you are needed to be appreciated for the second coming of Merlin that you think you are, so GO".

Harry wanted to say something but was pushed away by Daphne and Bella. "Go, Harry, forget about him, let us deal with him, you will have your hands full with Albus because he will also be there, and you never know what he will do".

Harry nodded and left the classroom but didn't leave before he gave a dirty look at Snuvilus while he shut the door behind him. "Let's go Collin let us see what the headmaster wants from little old me".

Collin just looked up at Harry and shook his head.

Together they walked down the hallways and straight to the great hall where the podium was decorated like a wandshop. Harry almost smiled but then he saw it. there were four rugs lying on the floor of the podium. one was in the colors of the Bulgarian flag with Krum and Karkaroff standing on top of it. One was in the colors of the France flag with Fleur and Madam Maxim standing on top of that one.. Then there was the British flag with Cedric and Dumbledor on top of it. Finally, there was the fourth rug. It was a simple black one smaller shorter and clearly put there for one person. ^Sure, Let me stand all by my lonesome Harry thought not realizing that the others could hear him^.

^What are you thinking Harry Minerva asked him^.

^Nothing much, Grandmother. Albus is just making sure I'm shown as a person who did it all on my own. Just as the school had been doing the last couple of weeks^.

^Shall, I come over there just to stand with you^.

^No grandmother. Thank you but let them have their fun. I only have to show them my wand, nothing more^.

Bella, Daphne, and even Zanita snickered at that remark.

^answering some questions and stand for a picture or two He laughed a little. So I will change my rug and stand proudly on top of it while I take whatever they throw at me^. He would soon find out that it wasn't as easy as he thought it would be.

Harry walked onto the stage and waved his wand over the rug. At first, he changed it into one with a big skull on it. He thought about it and changed it again but this time he made it the biggest there was and placed the crest of Hogwarts all over it. He sneakily waved his wand as he watched the others trying to make their own rugs bigger than his.

Harry, why are you laughing.

Nothing much, Grandmother. I only place an anty spell ward on their rugs as they were trying to make those of them bigger than mine.

Again it was Bella, Daphne, and Zanita who were chuckling.

"Really Zanita," Minerva asked, It was also now that Minerva realized that Zanita could hear her as well.

Zanita nodded still smiling.

"You are just as bad as Bella and Daphne you know," Minerva told her again "You can hear me and him can't you, just like Bella and Daphne can hear us".

Zanita nodded again and smiled even wider.

Narcissa was making her way to the one place she knew she would get the answers she was looking for. It gave her a little smile to know that she was trusted at this level. Her first stop had been with the ministry. one of the things she had to find out was how much money the ministry gave Hogwarts. To her surprise, there wasn't a knut that went into the education of their children. No most of the money came from the Muggle-borns. They paid four times as much as she did for Draco. It was one of the things the friends had asked her to do in the last Family meeting.

While she made her way down diagonally alley she thought back at some of the jobs she had gotten from the friends. One time she had asked why and the answer she got was mind-blowing and also a little frightening to her. It had left her wondering who was the real Dark Lord. Voldemort or Harry.

Flashback.

"So Narcissa this is what we want you to do" Susan had told her.

"Okay, but why do you ask me, surely your aunt is more qualified to get this information. and the same goes for Dame Longbottom. With her connections in the Wizengamot, it would be a piece of Cake".

"Yes that is true but you are for now expandable".

"What, how".

"Well, that's easy," Susan said focusing her eyes at Narcissa. "If you doublecross us and go over to Lucius and tell him all about us, they will never find a hair of you. You see Harry will not hesitate to kill you and feed you to one of his animals in the forbidden forest. If word gets out my aunt will defend him and him as Lord Potter and will back him up in the Wizangemot will see to it that he will get off without even a warning. Most of them will are already shitting themselves the moment we look at them". Susan turned her back to Narcissa and started to walk away. At the door, she stopped and looked over her shoulder. "You may be the sister of Bella, but you are still the wife of a Death Eater".

It had taken Narcissa three days to fully understand the meaning after those words. The only thing she had done was hugging her sister in the Hospital wing and saving Harry from her husband. Other than that there was nothing telling them she could be trusted. When she got home and looked at her husband she knew that they had been right. She wasn't going to betray them but Lucius could do anything to her and the letter she had written to Harry was the first step but nowhere good enough. So the next time she came to them, she gave an oath on her magic that she would never ever betray any of them. It was then that she was taken into their circle off ideas and it had astonished her when she heard all there plans they had. It had also told her to never be on the angry side of one Susan Bones.

End Flashback.

That had been the day she received the trust from the friends. it had also been the thing that had saved her from the last family meeting. The friends were also the only ones who knew of her oath, it was even more special because it was an oath that had been created by the goblins. It was specially made for them by two witches, and created in a way to bypass all the other oats that were made or were forced to make. The best part was that when Voldemort died she would be released of the oath the Goblins had the power and the spell to do it.

Now she was walking into Gringotts and did what she had to do. with long strides, she walked up to the first teller and demanded to see the office manager of the Malfoys. It was a code she had developed with the friends and Bogrod. It would tell every teller that she needed a meeting with Bogrod himself and every witch and Wizard that she was still the stuck up trophy wife she was supposed to be.

"Verry well, just follow Griphook and he will bring you to your account manager" the Teller had told her. She threw her nose in the air like she was smelling something foul and could see a lot of people looking at her and seeing the trophy wife she was.

Bogrod sat behind his desk in his office. Narcissa had just walked and they were waiting for the tea to arrive. "So Tell me Narcissa, what task has the friends asked of you now".

Narcissa smiled and spend the next twenty minutes explaining all the things she wanted to know and what she had already found out.

"Well, I can see that the friends are taking things lightly, are they. I only hope that they will get the chance to do all of it" Bogrod had told her after she told it all. "If they do all this the wizarding world will never again be the same" Bogrod finished with a smile.

"I'm sure that they will. they aren't anything like Voldemort or Albus. they are doing it all together and have the right friends. Susan with her aunt. Daphne with her father. Neville with his grandmother the Battleaxe of the Wizengamot. Harry with Minerva and even Hermione. Her parents may not be wizards but they sure know how to deal with money. Then there are their friends. The minister of France and Bulgaria and don't forget you of all people. We the adults may do it all, but they are guiding us. but I'm most definitely sure only you and I know it".

Bogrod smiled and shook his head. "No, Minerva knows as well and she has asked me to interfere if it goes the wrong way. But that doesn't happen at all, because if they do not know something they will always ask for help, that is also why they are sending you on these arents. But I do have a problem with this one. If they do want to make the school into their vision of Hogwarts being a totally independent school of its own. then I'm afraid they do not have enough money. even if Harry put all his own money into it".

Narcissa looked at the papers and had to nod. "I can see what you mean. I do not know how much they think they will need for it but it will be a whole lot. You do however know that if their plans work then you and your nation will be having a big part of it don't you".

Bogrod smiled, "yeah, I may be Lord Bogrod but we still have a council just like the Veela's do, I have already spoken to them but they are waiting to see what will happen first with the so-called Lord Voldemort".

Again Narcissa nodded as she sipped her tea.

"Now you take these papers to the friends. I'm sure they will bring in the Queen because it will be her home that will be remodeled into their vision".

"She will be standing behind her man all the way, Bella and Daphne may have claimed him as their own. but if there will ever be a third wife she is the one who has dips on the spot".

Bogrod through back his head and laughed loudly. "So true, So true," he said.

*#*

Nolwenn was walking around the castle. she was making her way down the hallways with her own muggle camera. It was an old model that was still using film and a hand turner, but it made better pictures than any wizarding camera she had seen yet.

While she made her way down to the great hall she was thinking about the articles she had written but also about King Hogwarts. If she herself hadn't been playing for the other team he would have been one she would try to get. The moment she had walked into the enormous castle she would have thought it would be screaming Ego of the boy who lived.

Yet the longer she was here the more she saw it for what it really was. This was ones the greatest magical school on earth. If you wanted to be the best then you had to go here. Yet in the past years, it saw its downfall with a lot of headmasters. Some were great, some wore just horny for the job. others were trying to bring the glory off the old back, like Phinius Black, while others were bringing it down like Albus too many names Dumbledore.

She had been here for a month and had really listened to what the other people on this school were saying. She was listening as the others of Beauxbatons were asking the questions. Some were speaking of King Hogwarts being the hero, while most of them were cursing the day he was born because he was an attention seeking prat.

Well, most were speaking much worse about him but she just couldn't see it. Well, the ones who were seeing him as a hero were mostly whispering while they were agreeing with the rest of them.

When she arrived he was standing way in the back so the students could see better than him. He was sitting among the students of his own house and not on a throne in the front of the great hall. No, the more she heard about him the more she liked him. She also started to see why Fleur was having a difficult time to pretend to hate him.

On the day the champions were chosen she could clearly see that he was really surprised. she had heard from Apolline that he had to compete but just like him she too thought it wasn't going to happen when the three champions were chosen. But then his name came out and he was just as surprised as everyone else.

She looked up and saw that she was standing in front of the door. she pushed one half of the door open and looked into the great hall. She was the first to arrive and had a good look around. There was a podium with four rugs on it. three in the colors of the countries where champions were coming from and a small one that was clearly for Harry Potter.

This brought her back to the day she had seen all of house Hogwarts standing up for their house champion and their king. It still made her laugh inside when she saw Albus sneaking away from them. she only hoped that Apolline and Jean would have as much fun with the memory as she had, thinking about it.

Her eyes went further through the great hall. there wasn't much else to see only a couple rows of chairs that were clearly for the reporters. It did make her wonder which of them was the famous Rita Skeeter. as she sat down she saw the others were making their way into the great hall. First, there were the reporters, next to arrive were the judges and headmasters of the tournament. Then there were the champions, well three of them. At first, she thought that Harry was cleared and that he didn't have to be a champion anymore, but then she heard Albus Dumbledore whispering to a boy to get Harry Potter because he had forgotten to tell him to be here at this time.

It did make her wonder if he had really forgotten to tell him, or that he just didn't. It would show the reporters that King Hogwarts didn't really care about the tournament.

Nolwenn was liking the King of Hogwarts more and more as she paid close attention to him. Harry had just changed his rug into the biggest one there was with the Hogwarts coat of arms displayed on it in bright colors. She looked on as the others were trying to undo his spell and smiled a little as he conjured a chair for himself.

It was a moment later that Albus gave up and looked at the people in the great hall. "I'm glad you all could make it here on time, unfortunately, I am sorry to tell you that you all have to wait a little longer. Mr. Olivander isn't here yet, but he told me that he is on his way. He said that he would be bringing an old friend.

The first thing Harry thought was ^who would willingly go out with that creep^. Well, there is always someone for every one he thought.

^Harry, what now Minerva asked^.

^Sorry, grandmother. But Olivander is bringing somebody, It just surprised me that he found himself a girlfriend^.

^Yes, I know, and you do well to show her some respect when they get there^.

Harry didn't know why his grandmother would say something like that but he just shrugged his shoulders. He was just in time to look up when Rita grabbed his arm and pulled him along with her and into a closet.

*#*

Nolwenn was still sitting looking at everyone that was taking their seats around her. Three chairs down sat a witch with blond hair, way too much makeup and pair off classes that were hideous. She turned to the reporter that was sitting next to her. "Hi, my name is Nolwenn LaBrunn and who are you".

The girl next to her smiled brightly when she heard the name and almost grabbed her hand as she started to shook it really fast. "O hi, I'm so happy to meet you, my name is Johane Stitch. We have been wondering who our Hero was and you are it".

Nolwenn just looked at her and blinked a couple of times. "Hero, me, why".

"O, oo, ooohh," she said as her eyes became very big. "you don't know, of course, you don't". the Girl turned around and screamed, "He, you all this is Miss LaBrunn". what followed was a lot cheering and some whistling".

Nolwenn started to shake her head and was wondering if she would ever learn why she was a hero. just as she was about to look at where Harry went with that witch, she ones more felt a pull on her arm.

"I'm sorry, but you are a hero to all of us, you see that blond hussy that took Harry away is Rita Skeeter," she said.

Nolwenn looked at the door and nodded before she turned back as she felt another pull at her arm.

Johane smiled again. "you see, Rita Skeeter, is a Bitch".

Nolwenn smiled and nodded.

Johana smiled again. "Well, Rita has an ability to find our secrets. We do not know how she does it but she literally does. When she knows it she will always twist it and bend it so we come out as the worst person there is. If I do this" and Johana placed her hand on top of Nolwenn's hand. "She would see it and before you know it she would write a story how you are using me to get higher up and have your wicked way with me".

The eyes of Nolwenn shined a little with the possibility.

"Now I'm happily married and do not swing that way, but that is something that doesn't matter to Rita. She will write it in a way that whole of Brittan believes it. Now you have her on edge and she doesn't write like she used to do. we even think that she is afraid of you in a way. So thank you, it is because of you that we are able to do our work without watching our back for what she would write next to bring any of us in any kind of trouble".

Nolwenn patted her hand and was a little disappointed that this was another girl she thought looked nice that wasn't playing in her field. Well, I will find the right girl someday she thought. "Now, as your Hero", she started. "I will not let you all down and see what she is doing with the young boy in the closet".

Johane's eyes became even bigger then they had been only moments ago. "Are you going to do the same thing she is doing and lie".

"Merlin NO," Nolwenn said a little offended by the thought of it. "I would never do a thing like that. No, my weapon is one of suggestion. It is not a lie if you imply something. It will be up to Rita to prove otherwise". She stood and made her way to the closet.

"What are you going to suggest" Johanne blurted out.

The mirth in the eyes of Nolwenn was enough to make every reporter swallow a little and be thankful they weren't Rita Skeeter. "I do not know yet, but you will all be able to read it in my next Article". Nolwenn walked on and stopped when she stood in front of the door. She took a deep breath while she placed her hand on the doorknob. With a hard pull, she opened the door and looked inside.

Rita and Harry were startled and looked up the moment the door was opened.

Nolwenn didn't say anything and only looked around the closet and at the two of them. She was just in time to hear Rita telling him "you are used to being in closets aren't you". The eyes of Harry were of surprise, hurt and even anger as he looked from Rita to her. At first, she thought he was angry at her but then she saw the first line on the paper, Rita was writing on. /His eyes are filled with the sorrow of the loss of his parents/. She instantly knew that Rita was creating her own story, no matter what Harry said. Her gaze went down and saw the hand of Rita resting on the thigh of Harry.

Rita followed her gaze and looked at her own hand which was halfway up his leg. She just did it to comfort him and had no meaning with it what so ever. but when she saw the way this reporter was looking at it she pulled it away, quite fast.

"Hi, Miss. Skeeter," Nolwenn said. "My name is Miss, LaBrunn for you. Now I can understand your feelings towards me. but seeing you taking advantage of a young boy like that isn't really fitting. Your hand was quite high on his leg. Now I do wonder what your readers will think About this".

"I... I wasn't. You... you got it all.. all wrong" Rita stammered.

"I'm not saying you were Miss Skeeter, but the readers have a right to know" it was now that she grabbed the hand of Harry and pulled him out of the closet.

"Thank you, Thank you," Harry said as he followed her.

Nolwenn looked at him and pulled him to the side. "Listen, Harry, Never let yourself be pulled into a position you do not want to be in. She took advantage of you and you let her. I could see that she took you by surprise and that she will write whatever she wants. most of them being things you didn't even tell her".

"You mean that I am still crying about my parents".

She smiled a little. "Yes, things like that. I have seen you around the castle and you do not look like the kind of kid that goes around looking for pity. You and your friends are running this school. But there isn't

any sign that you are doing it".

Harry wanted to answer her but she stopped him. "This is one of the questions you do not want to answer. If people do not see you running it then you are doing something good. Now let's get back to the weighing of the wands and remember to answer my questions while you say no comment to the ones of Rita"

Harry smiled as he made his way back to his rug. He gave her one small smile and another one to Fleur who could smile back because Madam Maxim was talking to Albus Dumbledore.

A/N This was it again for this week. And ones more aspecial thanks to my friend Naomi-chan203 for another wonderful Article by Miss Nolwenn LaBrun.

See you all in two weeks.

Gr. Winmau.