Daily Profit
"French (translation)" ~"Parseltongue"~ "George" "Fred" "both"
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"-And that's how we turned his skin green!" The twins exclaimed, telling about they're latest prank on a random student. "How have you two never been caught?" Blaise asked. "I told them to make sure they never get caught." I answered for them, taking a bite of my pancakes. "We think Professor Prince-" "Is catching onto us-" "But he can't prove anything." They added.
Screeches filled the hall as the owls entered. Persephone dropped the daily profit in front of me then grabbed some of my bacon off my plate. I picked up the daily profit and started reading it.
I started laughing, tying to be as quiet as possible. "What's so funny Hare-Bear?" Dray asked. I showed him the front page and saw as he looked horrified as he read on.
Harry Potter Missing for YEARS!!!! Why weren't we told?
You read that right readers, I went to the address that used to belong to Harry Potter and discovered something so terrible and horrific there aren't words to describe it.
Before I begin, I must warn you that what I am about to tell you is direct quotes from what people said, and absolutely no editing to the quotes. After I found out all of this, it took me a full day to write all of this and I will be taking a week of for reasons that will soon be made clear.
WARNING: If you are sensitive to the mention of child abuse and neglect of any kind, especially severe to children ages 5 and under, I suggest not reading further.
I arrived at the residence of Petunia Dursley nee Evans, Vernon Dursley, and their son Dudley Dursley. When I knocked on the door I was met with Petunia Dursley, the sister of the deceased Lily Potter nee Evans.
I told her I wished to interview her and her family she smiled and lead me inside, she guided me to sit on her couch as she called for her husband and son and made tea.
"Hello Dursley family, my name is Rita Skeeter from the daily profit. I am here to ask you about your nephew Har-" I was interrupted by Mr. Dursley standing up an screaming at me. "LIKE WE TOLD THAT OLD MAN! WE DON'T KNOW WHERE THAT LITTLE FREAK WENT! HE DISAPEARED OVER 5 YEARS AGO AND WE NEVER WANTED HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE!" He screamed, face turning red.
Mrs. Dursley also stood up next to her husband. "THAT OLD MAN PAID US TO TAKE HIM IN AND SQUISH HIS MAGIC! THEN AFTER HE DISSAPEARED THE OLD MAN PAID US TO STAY SILENT BUT IF YOU FREAKS ARE GONNA START SHOWING UP ON OUR DOOR OF OUR NORMAL FAMILY IN OUR NORMAL NEIGHBOR HOOD THEN WE DON'T CARE ANYMORE!" Mrs. Dursley screamed at me.
I was waken aback and and shocked by this and was even more shocked by what their son said next. "The freak used to sleep under the stairs and do the chores. He was terrible at the chores but was fun to chase." His parents turned and looked at him like he said something he wasn't supposed to.
After that short interaction I quickly got up, thanked them for the information, said I would never bother them again, and left.
Readers I was shocked by what I had just heard, witnessed, and gone through.
After standing in shock I was quickly approached by one of their neighbors. "Excuse me. Are you a reporter?" She asked. I looked at her and nodded. "Yes, my name is Rida Skeeter. I was asking them about their nephew, Harry Potter, who went missing 5 years ago. Do you happen to know anything about his time here?" I asked her.
She looked at me shocked. "The little boy who had messy brown hair, green eyes, a scar on his forehead that looked like lightning, and extremely skinny?" She asked. "From the green eyes and lightning scar that sounds like him." I replied. "Yes, I do have information about his life with the Dursley's. Would you like to come to my house for tea while I tell you?" She asked. I agreed and she lead me to her house, which was right next door.
"Could you tell me what saw and know of Harry Potter and his time with the Dursley's?" I asked her. "Yes, but first may i ask a question?" She asked. I nodded in response. "What happened to him? I never saw him after sometime in June of 1986." She asked. "Unfortunately miss, that is what I am trying to figure out. He was supposed to arrive at a boarding school his parents went to and he was also supposed to go to." I answered. She made a worried face.
"Now, what do you know of how the Dursley's got custody of Harry Potter?" I asked. "They said they were given him after his parents died in a car accident while Petunia's sister's husband was drunk at the wheel, and Harry was the only survivor." She answered.
Readers I was shocked. The great James and lily Potter, killed in a muggle car accident? Proestrus.
"Ok. Can you tell me what you witnessed or heard coming from the house?" I asked. "I remember them screaming at the poor boy, all the time. When he was 3 he started to begin taking care of the plants, no clue what they were making him do inside. I also remember seeing a lot of scars, marks, and bruises on him. His cousin Dudley would also get his friends to chase poor Harry around when they were 5. Harry would look terrified and would have more marks on him afterwards. He never talked. I don't think he knew how to. Me and a few neighbors have called the cops on them, but nothing ever happened. I think they paid them off." She explained.
I felt my stomach drop and felt like I was gonna puke. How could someone do that to such a young and innocent child.
I was shocked and couldn't move or talk for a few seconds before I pulled myself back together. "Final question. What was it like around that house after harry went missing?" I asked, wanting to leave as soon as possible. "It took me a while to realize I hasn't seen him around. Though during the next block party the Dursley's were much happier. That's where the whole neighborhood found out he had gone missing. I and 2 others went to the police who refused to do anything because the Dursley's refused to submit a missing persons report. We had only been inviting them to try to help Harry and make sure he was getting even a little care, but after he went missing we stopped inviting them and basically have been ignoring them ever since. Whenever someone new moves in we tell them about Harry and they also ignore them." She answered.
"Thank you for your time and this information. I must be taking my leave now." I quickly left.
Everything I found out was horrific. When Mrs. Dursley said old man, who did she mean? I have an idea but i don't want to point fingers.
And don't worry faithful readers, I have already informed the aurors, the Protection of Magical Child Services, and madam Bones.
My dear readers, this was a heart wrenching experience for me to find out and write about. Until next time. ~ Rita Skeeter.
"Why are you happy about this?" Dray asked. "Because, Dumbles has been telling everyone for years that Harry Potter is safe. Now people are gonna start questioning and doubting him. Mainly the neutral and near neutral families but it still plants the seeds." I answered, leaning into Dray as the others finished reading.
People started having different reaction. From crying, to disbelif, to rage, to... What in Salazar's name are they doing? The great hall was in chaos, and it wasn't just the students causing it... Well it was mostly the Gryffindors and younger students, but even the teachers were panicked and some Slytherin's were horrified.
"QUIET!!" Dumbledor screamed, silencing everyone. "I know we are all worked up about what was just released about Harry Potter, but I'm sure he will be found, safe and sound, and there is no need to worry about him. Now, let's calm down and everyone go to class." He announced.
As everyone go up and went to class I had to use all my strength to keep my mask on and not smile.