Luna Lovegood knew that she had to get to Harry and Hermione. No, she corrected herself, to the dangerous souls in them. It was then that a beautiful Snowy owl alighted near her and stared at her.
"Oh dear, you're so beautiful, thank you goddess for listening to my request," said Luna.
The owl blinked and extended her foot waiting for a message. Pandora observed from the door and realised the Goddess was caring for Luna, but she had taken again the form of an Owl. She bowed to the messenger and helped Luna write her message.
Harry received the note from Hedwig. An invitation for tea with his friend Hermione. The weekend was near. The two made plans, Sirius would escort Harry and Hermione.
When Hermione popped with Harry, she stopped and smiled. The Jane part of her soul reacted with joy and when being introduced to Luna, Hermione wanted to hug Luna, but she stopped herself. She felt that if she did, she was going to scare the girl.
Harry observed Hermione and then Luna. He introduced Luna to Hermione and Luna said, "I don't mind being hugged by a friend, it's good to see you again, Jane,"
Hermione cried tears of joy, she hugged Luna, but stopped herself from hugging her hard enough to break her ribcage. "We are going to be best friends forever, aren't we?"
"Yeah, okay, oh, let me introduce you to my mum, Mum, this is the scary ninja woman, who also is Hermione."
"Yeah, okay, I've been called worse things before, hi Mrs. Lovegood, I'm Hermione Jane Granger." Said Hermione to the beautiful fairy Queen who looked at the guests for tea.
"Welcome Grim, Welcome heir of the Hallows and welcome messenger of death," said Pandora.
"Mum, remember the Hallows make daddy go batty," said Luna.
"Right, okay, I know, look Xeno dear, it's Stubby Boardman, from the Hobgoblins," said Pandora.
"Goodness, I was just about to send a request for an interview for the Quibbler," said Xeno, he added, "Come in, please?"
Sirius smiled and said, "It's good to be back,"
The Lovegoods were invited to reside near Potter Glen in Wales. The Rookery changed places intact and the garden with the help of the house elves was relocated successfully. Potter Glen was then placed under fidelius. After that the Quibbler got Rita Skeeter to work for them. Rita began investigating information from every death eater that passed away on the day of the ritual cleansing of the Horcruxes.
Where in the world is Stubby Boardman?
By, Rita Skeeter.
My dearest readers, I know you must be wondering why am I writing an article for the Quibbler. Well, let's be honest. The goblins are not giving away galleons. The newspaper I regularly write for does pay, but it doesn't offer the excitement that the Quibbler does.
Now, with that introduction out of the way, let's talk about the Hobgoblins. According to Doris Purkiss, the lead singer of the music band the Hobgoblins was on the receiving end of a violent booing off at the Little Norton Church Hall stage back in the fall of 1980. Because of this incident, the man decided to take time off. The belief back in the day was that Stubby Boardman was in fact Sirius Black. Let me tell you. By the picture of Stubby, Sirius and yours truly, you can see that Stubby is not Sirius Black. But, in fact, Sirius is a fan of Stubby's, and he loved dressing up as Stubby. Stubby, retired since 1980, is now living in the muggle side of London. He was quite upset about his last performance. But he is now in conversation with the Weird Sisters to do a collaboration. And, we can't wait. Sirius Black purchased the Leaky Cauldron and the Leaky is now under renovation. A musical stage is being added and he is inviting his friends for the inauguration press conference. Stubby took us to his favourite restaurant in London, and the service blew away the manager of the Weird Sisters. The muggles, or mundane, know how to serve a great meal. We can't wait for the new and improved Leaky.
As Always a pleasure.
R.S.
Bathilda Bagshot, historian and historic lady.
Article by Rita Skeeter.
My dearest readers it is quite the pleasure to write to you and for the Quibbler again, and we have struck gold.
Now, let's talk about a very interesting woman. Bathilda Bagshot. You might remember the name from the history books. Yes, she is THAT writer, and what tales she has for us.
Batty, who is in contact with the Quibbler and is a fan of the special glasses to read the hidden text, is also one superb historian. Hogwarts can forget about Professor Binns, but not Batty. She says it's okay to refer to her as Batty, her parents did, and the Potters did, and so did his neighbour Albus Dumbledore, but not her grandnephew Gellert Grindewald. He called her Auntie, back in 1899.
Who would have thought Godric's Hollow has so much history in one place? Well, Batty says it's possible.
She says she met the Dumbledore's back in 1890, and she brought up her photo albums. Who remembers Albus Dumbledore being so young. Batty does, and look here are the Potters and Harry at his first birthday, before tragedy struck. But then look at this other picture of Albus Dumbledore being amazing friends with Gellert Grindelwald. Batty also brought a letter, but she says that its contents stays between Albus and Gellert. Such a good Nanna our Batty is. We will respect that. I wonder why her good neighbour Albus doesn't visit as much?
Where is my brain? Albus Dumbledore did not visit Sirius Black in Azkaban, nor Harry Potter after he stranded said child in November or 1981 with Petunia Evans Dursley. Why then would he visit Batty? The man is too busy.
As always a pleasure.
Yours Truly.
R.S.
Albus Dumbledore felt like the world fell around his ears. He had forgotten all about Bathilda Bagshot. When he stepped into the International Confederation of Wizards, the man could not avoid the stares nor whispers from the world around him. When the Quibbler was brought up the image of Bathilda Bagshot along with a picture of a letter, a letter that could be expanded and was. The text in the letter found its way to the wider news media, and created a wave of animosity, similar to the one he had received both in the Wizengamot and Hogwarts. Now, he was censored and in a unanimous vote he was asked to leave, or silently retire.
One article and his life was changed. Dumbledore learned Bathilda had moved away from Godric's Hollow. Xeno and his family had also moved from Devon. Rita Skeeter had vanished in between the cracks, and the rest of the wizarding world was asking him to imitate Rita and disappear.
The last bomb was the information on the Pure Blood movement. Who is Tom Malvolo Riddle? Who is Gellert Grindelwald and finally their relationship to himself, Albus Dumbledore.
Albus was at a loss. Ever since Harry Potter ran from his home in 1989, nothing was the same. Now everybody knows of his origins as a half blood. His family's tragedy. His preferences, his relationship with Gellert and that he was the teacher to deliver Tom Riddle's letter to Hogwarts.
The motto, for the greater good, and at last the whereabouts of one Gellert Grindelwald. All the information provided with pictures. The Quibbler still had its absurd articles, but the investigative reports all had pictures and factual data. Data that was corroborated by the French, Canadian and American newspapers. The Prophet was the last of the news media to agree that the information was real.
In the first days of November, the Quibbler began a series of short biographies of Death Eaters, their lives and crimes. All of which were auto biographical.
To the Wizarding World in Britain, it was surreal to read all the confessions made by the death eaters. Providing names of victims of magical birth and mundane origin.
Then there was an article comparing the Nazi Propaganda and the Pure Blood movement. The dangers of in-breeding in mundanes and another one for magicals. The resulting congenital issues. Squibs and physical deformities.
At last, one more article citing the differences between Manchester Magical Academy standards and Hogwarts. At the end, the percentages of graduates accepted in the ICW for higher learning.
It was a slap in the face of Magical Britain. The Quibbler had courage, and pinpointed the faults to a tee, and there was no hiding from it. Albus never felt as out of his element since his father had been incarcerated. Now, again a century later, he could not foresee what the future held. It was out of his reach.