Dinner that night was a surprisingly joyful event, Tiddy putting up a five star meal while Harry, Susan and Amelia joked and laughed around the table between bites. The mood from the piano had lasted for quite some while, Harry even getting dragged into a dance with Susan when Amelia cast a spell on the piano to repeat the same sixteen bars over and over. Susan had clearly had more time dancing than Harry had, the only moments he could recall dancing in the future was the disaster that was the Yule Ball and Bill's wedding, neither a particularly memorable occasion since both ended in disaster.
Harry struggled and did his best not to step on Susan's feet, his movements awkward and jagged, hardly as fluent and smooth as was the goal. "I still can't believe how uncoordinated you were," laughed Susan as she set her cutlery down, having finished her meal.
"Now, now, Susan," scolded Amelia playfully. "I'm sure you'd be more than happy to help Harry improve over the holidays, between your assignments of course."
"I hope I can keep up with your expectations, teacher," said Harry with a soft bow of the head causing Susan to blush.
"I expect these lessons to be proper," said Amelia. "There is to be no gallivanting about between the two of you under any circumstance."
"AUNTY!"
Harry chuckled for a moment before Amelia glared at him and he couldn't tell whether she was joking at her niece's expense or was serious. After helping himself to a glass of orange juice (absolutely grateful that his host didn't subject him to Hogwarts' oh so favourite pumpkin juice), Harry did his best to compose himself before subtly changing topics. "So...the Ministry...what's it like working under Fudge?" he asked.
Subtle indeed.
"Working under Minister Fudge has it's benefits," said the head of the Bones family as she set aside her cutlery, dinner seemingly having come to an end. As Tiddy set about doing dishes, Amelia laced her fingers before staring intently at Harry. "Do you fancy a position in the Ministry when you finish your education?"
"I doubt we actually stop learning once we leave school," said Harry. "In such a case I would likely never work in the Ministry."
"Well played," said Amelia with a sly smile. For Susan meanwhile she remained silent, watching the conversation unfold. Despite what her eyes showed her, what she heard wasn't a conversation between her aunt and her peer; what she heard were two members of the magical community testing the waters around one another, learning what topics were safe to approach.
She had seen her aunt enter this mode many times when she had reporters and business partners come around to discuss something or another. She had remained tucked around the corner but she could hear the invisible barbs and shots that they would take at one another. By now she almost knew her aunt's routine since she was in control of the conversation. In which case, given the context, Susan assumed the next question would be...
"So what are your plans then once you finish your education at Hogwarts?" asked Amelia, clarifying her question.
Bingo.
"Well it would seem a bit drab and dull just going straight from the school to the workplace," said Harry, leaning back in his chair. "Perhaps I'll travel for a bit, get myself a backpack and head to France and see how much control I can have around a Veela family."
"Veela? I was unaware that Hogwarts' curriculum covered such topics in first year," said Amelia, mildly taken aback by Harry's comment. Susan meanwhile watched intently with unblinking eyes. Since her aunt had such a position of power within the Ministry many of those who came and spoke with her did so on the backfoot, never wanting to ruffle the head of the DMLE. Harry meanwhile seemed to be enjoying this game if the grin on his face was anything to go by, unafraid if he tread over any unspoken boundaries.
"Oh it's not within the curriculum, such knowledge would be unsafe amongst the masses and tourism would crumble with the knowledge that people's hearts could sway with the siren, or melt with the allure in this case. Wives would never permit their husbands to leave the country in fear that they would be tempted by that which they don't understand," said Harry.
"What don't we understand?" asked Susan, finally feeling the urge to speak. Immediately she could feel her aunt's gaze fall upon her and she wondered whether she had said something wrong.
"Well, from what we have spoken of, what do you now know of Veela?" asked Harry in response, taking a sip of his juice much like one would drink from a wine goblet.
"Umm...well...not much...I guess," said Susan sheepishly suddenly regretting having gotten into the conversation.
"Veela are, before all else, creatures of passion," explained Harry. He could still recall the brief time when he and his companions had camped at Fleur and Bill's dwelling during the Horcrux hunt. After he had buried Dobby, Fleur had approached him and told him about how special the bond he had shared with the elf was if he was to go to such lengths to ensure a safe journey to the afterlife. After that discussion Fleur had explained both the connection she shared with her husband and how she had almost fallen for Harry after he had saved her sister from the lake. This of course had taken him completely by surprise until she continued her explanation, the same one he was reciting now. "While we may be able to feel senses mildly, Veela have trouble keeping their emotions in control and are trained to do so from a young age. Imagine a situation where you are irritated, while you may be annoyed at the situation an untrained Veela could be infuriated. Are you with me thus far?"
Susan could only nod.
"So now, imagine when a Veela reaches puberty," said Harry. "Like most women, they want to eventually settle down with the one they love and raise a family. Before such a time though they go through the whole dating process, yadda yadda yadda, however, you have to remember the amount of passion that they possess. Like how most couples would like to believe that their first crush will be their one true love, Veela will almost demand it."
"I think I understand," said Susan slowly.
"If I may take this topic of conversation on a tangent," said Amelia before Harry got a chance to go further into his discussion. "I couldn't help but notice that during your explanation at the end you never mentioned the word 'boyfriend.' With all that you know I'm very sure you're aware that the majority of Veela are female so why not explain that they were trying to find their future husband?"
Harry could tell just what Amelia was searching for and while his words may have been picked he figured that he was in for a Knut, might as well make it a Galleon. "What's wrong with a Veela searching for a potential wife as opposed to a husband?" he asked.
"I would be careful with such thinking, Harry," said Amelia sternly.
"Really," said Harry as if in surprise. "I do recall a conversation I had with some older students and the topic of conversation swayed to kissing practise for when they eventually get a boyfriend. If in such a circumstance they are able to kiss one another then what is to prevent something more from developing? And if that were the case why must society judge them for it?"
"Kissing practise?" said Susan in confusion looking between Harry and her aunt.
"Would you like to take this one?" offered Harry to the eldest in the room.
"I think that's enough after dinner pleasantries," said Amelia as she stood up. "While I would like to continue this conversation I feel that the paperwork I have to complete must take priority. I trust the two of you will see yourself to bed at a reasonable hour."
Harry couldn't help but smile as the older woman excused herself and headed to her study, whether to do work or to have a drink was hard to deduce. Harry was sure that he had ruffled her feathers somewhat but he stood by his views. Turning her attention towards Susan he saw that her face was directed at the table and he could only assume that her mind had temporarily shut down in regards to the whole 'kissing practise.' "You alright?" he asked.
"Fine, absolutely fine," said Susan with a touch too much gusto as she stood up. "I think I'm going to go have a bath."
With that Harry found himself alone at the dining room table as Tiddy continued to do the dishes in the kitchen. Getting up from his chair, he moved into the living room and temporarily ignored the piano he had been playing earlier and instead chose to look at the bookshelf. He couldn't help but chuckle when he looked at the bottom shelf to see the almost complete collection of the stories centred around him. Bypassing the short stories and novels that plagued the middle rows he instead focused on the topmost shelf where what he declared the important books were.
Briefly returning to the dining room to gather a chair, Harry stood upon the wooden object and scanned the highest shelf. From his brief time outside of Hogwarts he knew that the magical society as a whole seemed like a rat on a wheel, always running without going anywhere. He was also aware that with the title he loathed so much he held a lot of sway over the populace. As far as he was concerned, he might as well use that sway to see whether or not he could break the wheel.
Selecting a few books of interest, Harry set about doing some homework of his own, lighting a couple of candles to work by as he scribbled on parchment. Traditions, politics, law, things that he should have learned in History of Magic (provided that that wasn't what was taught while he slept) he tried to study. He wasn't sure how long he had been at it when Tiddy came around and asked if there was anything he wanted to help. In hindsight 'Firewhiskey' probably wasn't the best answer to give, especially when the house elf delivered on his request.
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Harry went to the sink and diluted the alcohol substantially before setting about his work once more. Taking miniscule sips, he set about his work once more and focused on wizarding views on the Ministry declared 'creatures of near human intelligence' since that was the topic he had recently found himself discussing. Before he had been browsing anything and everything but now that night was creeping onwards he figured he needed a specific topic to work on.
This seemed as good a topic as any.
"That seems quite advanced for a first year student," said Amelia startling Harry. Before responding he looked at the candles he had lit earlier to see that they didn't even look as if they had begun to melt.
"Ah, enchanted," he said as if solving a riddle before looking outside to gauge the time. The pitch blackness that stared back at him informed him that he was probably awake a lot longer than he should have been. "Do I want to know what the time is?"
"Sometimes I find that these hours are the best to work," said Amelia as she took a seat on the couch next to Harry. "May I?"
"By all means," said Harry as he handed the parchment he had been working on, along with the two pages he had already finished. "Oh wow."
"Lost in thought," mused Amelia as Harry took a sip of his drink, wondering whether or not the head of the DMLE had a minor drinking Firewhiskey next to her. As she looked at Harry's first parchment he got his answer. "If this is as in depth as I believe it is I might need one of those as well."
"First thing that came into mind when Tiddy asked me for a drink," Harry answered truthfully. "Hope you don't mind."
"I'm more curious as to how a child such as yourself who grew up outside of the wizarding world is aware of Firewhiskey's existence," said Amelia before she requested Tiddy to fetch her a drink. Seconds ticked by as Amelia's eyes scrolled through the content in front of her, her gaze not even shifting when she was handed brown liquid on a handful of ice cubes.
Harry could only chuckle.
"You don't dally about, do you Mister Potter," stated Amelia as she placed the first page down and started working on the next.
"I think a study buddy of mine would be quite upset if I wasn't," Harry retorted cheekily.
Placing the paperwork down, Amelia turned her gaze towards him and Harry couldn't help but feel she was gauging him in every sense of the word. "I'm not going to inquire into how you know what you know, Hogwarts library is quite vast after all," said Amelia as she placed her drink on the table/workbench. "I will advise though that whatever action you wish to take in the future is done with extreme caution. Your list there of things you want to look into will be met with much resistance, not all of it general."
"With all due respect, Miss Bones," said Harry formerly as her equal, not as a student and definitely not as a child. "I do not wish to enter a society where I feel as if I am going to merely walk the same paces that my predecessors did before me and the same that those who come after me will follow. Eventually someone is going to realize we are failing to progress forward. Those who control the votes are primarily from wealthy Pureblood backgrounds who put their own priorities first. As a result, Muggleborn witches and wizards will never break the glass ceiling and half-humans will always be seen as second class citizens, possibly even third. Now tell me, is this the world we wish to leave to the next generation and the generation after that?"
Amelia was silent as she picked up her drink and downed the contents in a single mouthful, surprising Harry somewhat. Placing the glass down once more, she focused on Harry. "So what is it you propose? As soon as you say something unexpected the papers will claim that you are merely seeking the attention you demand as the saviour of the world. Whatever topic you are trying to push will evidently fall upon itself and likely never have a chance of picking up where it left off for a century. So not only what is it you propose but how do you plan on proposing it?"
"I need connections," stated Harry.
"And my niece is one of your connections," declared Amelia.
Now it was Harry's time to indulge in some of his drink, nowhere as much as Amelia had inhaled but the brief moments allowed him to recover from the verbal jab. "Susan has been a friend to me, something I feared I may never have growing up," said Harry solemnly. "I tell you this in confidence that you will not allow word of this to spread but you will learn more of Harry Potter now than any publication on 'The Bow Who Lived.'"
Amelia raised her hand, pausing Harry before he began and clicked her fingers twice, Tiddy quickly appearing around the corner and topping up her drink, much higher than it had been first time round. Picking up the glass, she gestured for Harry to continue.
And he did.
He didn't recall much from his youth, all of the punishments he had endured seemed to roll into one after so much time. He instead focused on important points, including his skill with the piano of which Amelia was not too pleased to hear the origins of. Every now and then he would pause to drink or allow the older woman to ask a question but thankfully she could tell when Harry didn't want to go into much detail. Harry himself in most cases had merely forgotten insignificant points over time and merely wanted to use this social isolation as a way to explain to Amelia why he wanted to change the world for the better.
What better way to do that than with a sob story?
"I think I am beginning to understand your view against the world, Mister Potter, and I am glad you sought to confide such intel with me, keeping this bottled up for so long may have eventually affected you magically and mentally," stated Amelia. "Being the head of my department I have seen many try to change the will of those in positions of higher power, and I have seen all of them fail. Mister Potter, I don't regret telling you earlier that you will be facing an uphill struggle from the get go."
"I can tell that you have omitted some details and I will not pressure you into telling me everything," Amelia continued. "I just want you to know that I will be here for you if you want to talk again. Likewise if you're at Hogwarts you're more than welcome to send an owl."
"Thank you," said Harry gratefully.
"Now, I think that it'll be best if I retire for the night and while I should make you go to bed as well it would seem as if you're mature enough to make your own decisions in this regard," said Amelia as she got to her feet. "I will warn you however that Tiddy does not enjoy people being late for breakfast and many a pan has been banged in order to ensure that meals are eaten on time. Good night."
Harry merely watched as Amelia made her way to her bedroom via the kitchen to deposit her empty glass. As soon as she was out of view he contemplated the amount of work laid out in front of him. Figuring that he still had some time before his unofficial homework needed to be completed, Harry picked up the nearby candle and used it to help guide his way to his temporary abode. Only when he was outside the door did he remember the fact that he would be sharing the bedroom with a member of the opposite sex.
Swallowing nervously, he braced himself for whatever he would find on the other side of the door. To find Susan half hanging off the bed with a dribble of drool threatening to crash to the carpet was not the image he had expected.
Smiling, he used his free hand to adjust Susan so that she was closer to the middle of the bed before making his way over to his blowup mattress. Burying himself under the doona, Harry blew out the candle and allowed the room to sink into darkness.
...
The following day Amelia had booked off of work to spend some quality time with Susan and Harry. Considering that Harry was their guest she had asked him for suggestions for the day's activities. Eventually he chose the movies, having never really gone to them himself he figured that it was high time he enjoyed what should have been a normal pastime.
Scrounging through her drawers for Muggle money, the three of them headed down the street wrapped up in several layers of thick clothing in order to fight off the cold. Susan had seemingly recovered from whatever had been eating at her the previous day but Harry knew that that was merely her trying to relax. There was very little chance she would just forget the entire conversation.
The walk was most welcome and the topic of chatter was much lighter than the previous night's. Roughly half an hour later they arrived at the movie theatre and had the ever so fun job of deciding on a movie that would suit what they were after. The clerk at the counter recommended going to the latest Disney film, apparently a hit with families. He seemed mildly amused when Amelia did her best to ensure that the movie that they would be watching was age appropriate and that the young man wasn't misleading them.
After much debating and a large box of popcorn to share between them they eventually found their seats amongst other families, setting Amelia's mind at ease. It had been such a long time since she herself had ventured into such a Muggle attraction and perhaps if she was lucky it would teach the two children a valuable lesson.
...
"...Tale as old as time, Song as old as rhyme, Beauty and the Beast," sang Susan and Harry in unison as they made their way down the street, Amelia trudging along behind them. The film, in Susan's own words, had been incredible. Her love for art had only exploded when she realized that she wasn't going to be watching what most would consider a normal film but rather hand drawn animation, made without the use of magic! She had no idea how it was done but she loved it all the same.
"Aunty, how do the pictures move like that without the use of magic?" asked Susan after ensuring that nobody was near.
"I'm afraid I don't know," said Amelia honestly. Since Susan would likely continue to harass her on the topic she would need to find the answer soon. Perhaps Arthur Weasley would be able to help, he loved Muggle contraptions after all.
"So what did you think of your first movie, Susan?" asked Harry.
"It was amazing, can we see it again?" asked Susan all too enthusiastically.
"Another time perhaps," said Amelia quickly as they rounded the stretch to their home only to find that somebody was waiting on their doorstep. "Oh great."
"What is it, aunty?" asked Susan, noticing the change in mood. Harry could immediately tell why as he saw someone he wanted to be nowhere near for a long time to come. Even recollecting what the woman would write in the future sent shivers down his spine and he could only imagine what would happen were the witch were to recognize him.
"Ah Madam Bones, how wonderful it is to see you," said Rita Skeeter in a sickly sweet tone.
"Miss Skeeter, to what do I owe the pleasure," said Amelia as they closed the gap. "If you wish to enquire about something related to my work or the Ministry please note that I am not in the mood as I specifically took this day off to be away from the workplace."
"Well, that's all well and good but I'm afraid news can't wait, the people need to hear what the head of the DMLE has to say, even if it on the blandest of topics," said Rita trying to entice more intel from the witch.
"Susan, why don't you show your friend down to the park," said Amelia.
It wasn't a suggestion.
"Come on, Harry," said Susan causing the boy in question to inwardly groan. Despite the garbage that Rita 'reported' she wasn't blind enough to not put two and two together. He was right when fifteen minutes later as they were throwing snowballs around the playground they were approached by the very woman Harry had hoped to avoid.
Harry braced himself for what was to come, having spent the time in the park planning how best to tackle this oncoming storm. He had just had this conversation the previous night about how his word would be followed by the masses just because of who he was. He wouldn't raise any of the topics he had discussed with Amelia but the same time he was determined not to play the ignorant child.
He merely prayed that whatever he said didn't get spun too far out of control.
"Excuse me dearies," said Rita getting their attention. "I'm afraid we weren't introduced earlier and I can't help but feel that that was somewhat rude."
Susan could tell that Rita wasn't interested in her, she had seen reporters enough times to know when they were after a single bit of information and she didn't have the intel the woman wanted. "Okay," said Harry plainly as he rubbed his hands together to fight off the cold, or at least make it look like he was doing so. He had to admit that the mittens he was wearing were incredibly toasty.
Rita cleared her throat before extending her arm. "I'm Rita Skeeter, pleasure to meet you," she said putting on a smile that was almost too big for her face.
"Harry Potter," he said without any real reason to hide his identity. Had Susan not said his name earlier he likely would have gotten away without this confrontation.
"Ah, I thought that you might be the Boy Who Lived," said Rita excitedly as they shook hands. A flick of her other wrist caused her enchanted quill and parchment to float in the air next to her.
"You do know that this area isn't exactly protected from Muggles," said Harry, Rita quickly catching on and grabbing hold of her equipment.
"Thank you Mister Potter, I'm afraid my excitement almost got the better of me," said Rita. "If you could spare me a minute of your time there are a few questions I would like to ask you."
"If you so wish, just know that if your questions become too private I will not answer them," declared Harry flatly.
"Noted," said Rita. "Just out of curiosity, this is the first interview you've ever given, right?"
"Correct," said Harry, quickly glancing over at Susan who was silently watching.
"Excellent, I feared you may have talked with an inferior reporter but now that I know this is an exclusive. First and foremost I have to ask, where have you been all this time? Given your celebrity status many families would have gladly adopted you once your parents were killed."
'Well that was blunt,' thought Harry composing himself. Rita wanted a reaction, anything that she could exploit. If he reacted aggressively she could go into how by having been removed from magical society Muggles had made him abusive. If he cried then she would be able to get an article where the general populace felt sad for him. "I went to go live with my mother's sister and her family," he said slowly. "As my last living relative I believe it was the correct decision at the time."
"'At the time,' you say," said Rita intrigued. "So now do you believe that there was a better option?"
"That is neither here nor there, what was done is done and cannot be changed."
"Very well, might as well get the boring stuff out of the way now; what House do you represent at Hogwarts?" asked Rita.
"Whilst I am in Gryffindor I disagree with the values that the Houses create outside of Hogwarts," said Harry.
"...Go on."
"Before I was even sorted I had a fellow first year student whisper into my ear that every bad wizard in the Wizarding society learned magic whilst in Slytherin House. Despite whether or not this is true I don't particularly care; what I do think is important is the public opinion. How can a boy my age have such prejudices?. All Gryffindors must show courage, every Slytherin must be evil, all Hufflepuffs loyal and Ravenclaw must house the smartest students. By stepping into Hogwarts with these frames of mind as soon as children learn what house they are in it changes who they are as a person primarily on the fact they now believe that they have to abide by the status quo."
"That, by all means, was not an answer I had been expecting for such a poor question but you raise good points," said Rita as she scribbled away on her page. "Does this mean however that you don't believe you possess the courage to be in Gryffindor?"
"Courage is in everyone; the courage to hand in your homework, talk to new people, ask that special someone on a date etc. Courage cannot be defined until the situation where courage is needed arrives."
"My, you are an interesting one, here I was thinking that years in the Muggle world would have reduced you to a shell of what you could have been. Speaking of, I feel like the readers must know what it was like making the transition from the Muggle world to the real world?" asked Rita.
Harry took a sharp intake of breath to prevent himself from asking her why she believed the Muggle's weren't classified as part of the 'real' world. Silently reminding himself that he needed to keep on her good side for the potential future, he chose his words carefully. "The transition was a bit of shock to be perfectly honest, but it's thanks to friends like Susan here who helped me get used to things."
"Well said," stated Rita before turning sharply and looking momentarily at Susan. "Care to comment on your relationship with Mister Potter?"
Susan's mouth opened and closed a couple of times as she hadn't expected to be brought into the conversation at all. "Well, he's uh a friend," said Susan slowly.
"Really, just a friend, pity," said Rita as she took some notes. "One day perhaps would you hope to consider Mister Potter as more than a friend?"
The blush that appeared on Susan's cheeks was more than just a little intense, Harry could almost see the heat from it beginning to melt the snow around. "And with that I think our business for the day is concluded, Miss Skeeter," said Harry interjecting himself back to the central point. "As much fun as this has been I believe that we should be returning before we miss lunch, I'm sure you've everything that you need?"
"Well, I'll fill in the blanks here and there but I'm sure I've got enough to fit you on the front page; provided it's a quiet day otherwise," said Rita. "Would you be interested in another exclusive anytime soon?"
"At the moment I fear there isn't much more to tell you," said Harry as he grabbed Susan's hand, causing her to shudder momentarily as she broke out of the paralysis that Rita's question had put her in. "Perhaps our paths will cross once more down the track and we will be able to converse once more. Until such time I must bid you adieu."
"Very well then, until next time," dismissed Rita as she strode off, probably upset that she hadn't been able to get more information out of Harry. Harry meanwhile was praying that whatever blanks she filled in wouldn't come to bite him on his arse anytime soon.
"C'mon Susan, let's go back to your place before we freeze out here," said Harry as he went to release his hold of Susan's hand. Susan meanwhile only tightened her grip, only minutely but enough for Harry to notice. Complying with her unspoken request, the two of them walked side by side back to the house, not breaking the contact they shared.
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The Boy Who Lived - The Boy Behind the Myth
Loving readers, I have enjoyed my years working in the journalism industry. Starting my way with simple articles about high fashion and celebrity gossip I have gone on on to write about some of the biggest events in the last decade. None of these however compare with what happened yesterday. I was on my way to speak with Amelia Bones, the head of the DMLE, when who should be staying alongside her and her niece this festive season but none other than Harry Potter!
After concluding my business with Amelia Bones I quickly sought out young Mister Potter. All we had heard about him were rumours and myths and I wanted to find out the truth about the Boy Who Lived. For years we had merely speculated and now finally, after so long I was about to get answers.
You do have to remember, dear readers, that Harry Potter is still a child within his first year of Hogwarts and therefore I had to treat him as such. I quickly aback however when I found that speaking to Mister Potter as the child that he was was completely unnecessary. While he assured me that this was his first time having an interview he must have been bracing himself from the day he discovered just who he was.
The child spoke with caution, not because he wanted to avoid getting into trouble but rather because he knew that his words would be reaching my audience. He didn't want to leave anything to chance and thus was very clear and precise with his words. While shaken at first I suddenly knew just what I had gotten myself into.
And I couldn't be happier.
Here was the child who had defeated You Know Who speaking like somebody thrice his age. On more than one occasion I forgot that this was indeed an eleven year old standing in front of me, such was his composure. He was fearless in front of me, determined to speak his mind and he dared not consider the consequences. Such boldness will likely lead him to ruin but it will be a highly enjoyable journey to witness from today onwards.
I could bore you with Mister Potter's words splayed out for you like a fish on display but when attempting to put his words onto parchment I must admit that I failed to relay the passion he felt. He questioned the House system of Hogwarts, a system that has been around for centuries, and attacked the beliefs of the founders; never in all my years have I seen such audacity, witnessing it from a child made it so much more believable.
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"I assume you think that could have gone better," said Amelia as she lay down the latest issue of the Daily Prophet.
"She was always going to twist my words," said Harry as he cut into his breakfast. "Isn't that what journalists do, avoid the truth in order to speculate on something which is more likely to sell papers?"
"I'm morally obligated to say that that shouldn't be the case," said Amelia as she took a sip of orange juice. "What Rita reports however is often corrupted in one way or another. Her article on you, while may have traces of lies scattered about the page, you don't seem to be complaining."
"Why should he, Harry told her off good," declared Susan as she buttered a slice of toast. "She'll have to think twice before trying to interview him again."
While Amelia smiled at Susan's childlike demeanour she couldn't help but admit how true the statement was. Harry had shown that he was a lot more vocal than many would have believed and not in the 'I'm a twelve year old hyped up on sugar and need to discuss everything" kind of way. She sincerely doubted that Rita would approach again over the holidays.
Before anymore could be said there was a screech as an owl landed on the windowsill, a letter held within it's beak. "Could you get that Susan?" Amelia asked of her niece.
Trading the letter for a piece of toast, Susan opened the letter and read the contents, her expression becoming more exaggerated with each passing moment. "Everything alright?" asked Harry.
"The Minister's coming here," said Susan slowly.
"When?" asked Amelia.
"In five minutes."
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Hope you enjoyed. Til next time.