Chapter VII –Rita Skeeter’s Article–
Chapter VII
–Rita Skeeter’s Article–
Saturday, 10 June 2000
HP’s POV
Harry opened Minister’s private Manor’s front door only to see Mrs Malfoy. The blonde woman nodded back and then entered.
“Minister has left already to a meeting with your sister has his bodyguard.” He argued confused.
“I know. I was asked to come because apparently your Heir is giving you problems.”
Harry blushed and nodded, walking back and towards the dining room where Teddy was on his child highchair and making a mess because he refused to eat without his «boyfwiend».
“Teddy, your grandaunt is here.” He called.
Teddy looked back with an obvious pout, his hair white and his eyes red.
“Did something happen?” Mrs Malfoy asked as she approached her sister’s grandson.
“When we went to pick him up yesterday it was already past his bedtime. He woke up when we opened the door of the kindergarten immediately knowing we were there. He has strength I never saw before, even Minister was surprised and said he’d speak with Greyback to look it up.” Harry explained. “Then he refused to be on my arms and demanded to only be on the Minister’s.”
“And the boyfriend part?” She added amused.
Harry blushed and the older woman chuckled, understanding. She approached Teddy and sat beside him.
“Gran.”
“Grandaunt.” Mrs Malfoy agreed. “Why are you being mean to your Godfather?”
“Boyfwiend.”
Harry face slapped himself as the woman snorted, he signalled at her that he’d go for a walk so she would manage to actually feed the toddler and she nodded back.
–MoMsL–
Harry accepted the morning newspaper, paid the owl and sat on the living room. Minister’s picture was front page. Not just front page, Rita had managed to get the whole page just for her. Harry opened the newspaper on the third page and started reading, another whole page just for her, the woman had really managed it.
Dear readers, we all know how Rebels have been striking at the Minister and his personal handpicked secretary/bodyguard. Actually, his secretary/bodyguard, Lord H. J. Potter-Black, own family is the first casualty in the rebellion in over a decade. What we didn’t know was that there was more than one rebellion. Yes, my dear readers, you read me right.
- There’s the Order of the Phoenix’ Rebellion. The former professor Albus Dumbledore’s own private Rebellion. The crazy Wizard who was declared insane decades ago.
- And there’s a second Rebellion. This one is not afraid to get their hands dirty. They’ve killed and they’ve been trying to kill Minister for months now.
Now you all wonder how could this be? Who would benefit with all of this? For what purpose?
Don’t wait long, my dear readers, this is what Minister himself decided to give me an interview about.
Well, you see, dear readers, the Minister was attacked with a bomb yesterday around lunchtime in the lift of the Ministry of Magic. Lord H. J. Potter-Black himself had to take the bomb from its location under the lift himself at the risk of his own life and the Minister’s. As if this wasn’t enough then they had to bring it to the Aurors (who had just refused Lord H. J. Potter-Black the right to being treated as a human being just because he wanted to be an Auror and instead they would send him to a location where he would just be an Auror by title), where he then left the bomb with the bomber (that yet again was Lord H. J. Potter-Black that captured and not the Aurors). As if this wasn’t enough, the Head Auror R. Scrimgeour even tried to demand at Lord H. J. Potter to shut up and stop badmouthing the Aurors because they won’t do their job unlike him.
As if this wasn’t enough? Then after Minister demanded for Lord H. J. Potter-Black to stop holding back the bomb from exploding and the two go on their way, the Aurors called a former Auror and known Rebel from the Order of Phoenix to undo the bomb. You read me right, my dear readers. It was a REBEL who dismantled the bomb and not the Aurors.
Now don’t thing this stayed at this, my dear readers. Oh no! The worse is yet to come. Apparently after this, the Head Auror R. Scrimgeour decided to declare that he and his men were the one to locate the bomb and undo it to anyone who would listen. Yes, my dear readers, this Wizard dared to claim he was the one doing it.
Minister obviously is done with R. Scrimgeour’s shit and was filling up the paperwork as he gave me the interview of the Wizard’s expulsion. And the reason why? Refusing to implant the laws that Minister passed over the years of his work as a Minister. One of them, my dear readers, give Creatures and respective families Rights!
Want to know why Lord H. J. Potter-Black was refused as an Auror the first time? Because his godson is a Halfbreed, the son of a Werewolf.
Want to know why former Auror K. Shacklebolt become a Rebel? Because his Rookie N. Lupin née Tonks was fired for wedding a Werewolf.
So, everything against the law that Minister passed.
Want to know what former Auror K. Shacklebolt claims is the other reason he become a Rebel? Segregation.
Apparently, we have the best answer to that in Lord H. J. Potter-Black himself. He was put with a Muggle family by A. P. W. B. Dumbledore himself. This family knew of magic, knew what it was, knew he was. Do you want to know what they did?
The Muggles told every single day that «Magic Does Not Exist!». They called Lord H. J. Potter-Black «Freak» and punished him each time he performed accidental burst of magic. As if this wasn’t enough, they claimed that they swore to «Stump it out of him!».
I believe this proves why we need the complete Segregation: A. P. W. B. Dumbledore’s Pet who he intended to use as a Trophy? Become the proof of why he has gone insane.
You need more proof? A. P. W. B. Dumbledore claimed to keep an eye out on him, he didn’t. He left him there and not even once checked him.
I hope all you, Rebels, around the world who are reading this to realize that you are either following one Wizard clinically insane, A. P. W. B. Dumbledore, because another Wizard, R. Scrimgeour, refuses to implant the Laws that Minister made. And if you are on the other Rebellion, the one who are in favour of killing for the Greater Good, do remember that R. Scrimgeour has just been fired and has to answer before the Wizengamot for all the decades that he refused to implant the Laws passed by the Minister.
You may wonder why R. Scrimgeour did this, my dear readers, and the answer is because he wants to be the Minister. He wants to overpower our current Minister and undo the Laws. He wants to declare Creatures as if they were Beasts to take down on sight.
I believe it is safe to say that R. Scrimgeour is the reason R. Lupin and his wife died in an anti-Creatures campaign a year ago.
Our current Minister is done with all these attempts and has decided to make this public through me, principally since they have started to attack his Secretary and his Secretary’s Heir.
Minister will be meeting this Saturday with the Lawyers and will start to demand that all the Laws he passed to be implanted, and if they aren’t? He will persecute each and every one who dares to refuses and have refused to follow the Laws or are Prejudiced against Creatures.
Written by Rita Skeeter
Harry scoffed, really hopping this wouldn’t come back to bit them in the ass.
–MoMsL–
LV’s POV
Voldemort looked up from his meeting with the Lawyers over the new laws when he heard someone being allowed inside the meeting room, only to see Harry entering and joining Bellatrix. The young Wizard dressed in his usual black notice-me-not robe until his heels and with Dragon’s skin boots, his horrible Muggles clothes obviously being hidden by the robe at the moment what Voldemort was thankful for. Like usual Harry had passed a comb over his hair, Voldemort just knew that in half-hour it would be going in all directions instead of being flat to the side of his head. His lightning scar in the middle of his forehead quite noticeable.
Jeremiah Lestrange coughed and then picked a glass with water as if he needed to drink. Voldemort returned his attention to the meeting, knowing his former classmate had done it this way to call his attention to the matter at hand.
His lover had most likely left Narcissa watching over the toddler. Voldemort would have to have a talk with the toddler over the driving his own godfather up the walls when they’d arrive home later today, for now he would focus on the matter at hand.
–MoMsL–
HP’s POV
Harry checked his wristwatch. Minister was late.
He traded a look with Mrs Malfoy, who picked up the toddler and the two left the Manor. They apparated to the guest entrance of the Ministry of Magic and entered the phone booth, making the call. The woman put the visitor badge on the way down to the Atrium. He frowned at the full with Aurors Atrium. Auror Dawlish looked at Harry confused.
“Full name, where I worked yesterday, what is Minister’s status with your Heir.” Auror Dawlish demanded while, suddenly, Harry was at wand point by an army of Aurors.
Okay… something had really happened!
“Harry James Potter-Black. You went to the Undertown shift and my Heir is the Minister’s apparent boyfriend.” Harry answered without batting an eye, knowing he had to be fast or he’d be cursed.
Auror Dawlish nodded at the others and only then the wands were lowered down.
“Minister’s location was attacked, Potter. Last thing I saw before the Ministry of Magic went into lockdown was you entering the Meeting Room.”
“I haven’t left home until now.” Harry argued.
“Awy!”
Harry frowned and turned, looking at his godson.
“Shit! Who is in charge, Dawlish?” The Aurors shared looks and then Dawlish stepped forward. “My godson is refusing me since last night. I didn’t think much of this, thinking he was mad because I worked in late. But now there is a second-Harry walking around? Someone yesterday went to the kindergarten dressed as me!”
Dawlish nodded at one of his co-workers, who hurried out the Atrium towards the old stairway.
“The lifts aren’t working because of the lockdown.” Dawlish put in. “Lady Malfoy…”
“I’ll go home and will bring my grandnephew with me.” The Witch agreed. “Lord Potter, do your job. I’ll protect your Heir.”
Harry nodded thankfully and the woman entered the fireplaces to side-apparate away. Harry took out his black robe and when everyone looked back as if he’d grown a second-head, he raised an eyebrow.
“There’s a second-Harry running around! If he even managed to fool my godson and make him hate me, don’t you think he’ll easily fool you into thinking he is the real one?” He snapped.
“But…”
“I’m sure that I’m the only Wizard, who isn’t in school, that uses Muggle clothes under his robes. I do not believe that this fake-Harry will even know what to do with trousers or how to walk with ones! You want to know which one of us is the real one? Then you will see me without robes! I am not naked! These are proper nowadays attire!”
The Aurors shared looks and then nodded.
“I believe you are right.” They agreed.
Harry nodded and turned towards Dawlish.
“Which Meeting Room? Who is in there besides the Minister, Bellatrix Lestrange and the fake-me? Is anyone outed as hurt? Any death?”
“You are not an Auror!”
“If you are the one in charge then you need to do your job, Dawlish! You have no Head Auror! Which of the Rebellions is it? The Order of the Phoenix or Scrimgeour’s?” Harry snapped and the Aurors shared looks uncertain. “Grow some balls, for fuck’s sake!”
The fire in the entry fireplaces flashed behind Harry, he turned and saw Kingsley joining in.
“Potter.” He put in, approaching. “Where can I help?”
“I take it Dumbledore is not behind the strike?” Harry argued and the black-skinned man shook his head. “If you see me in a robe? Capture him!”
“Are you certain?”
“If my fake-self managed to fool my Halfbreed godson who has enhanced Werewolf’s senses? Don’t even hesitate!”
“How can I know you are the real one right now?”
“My father and mother were secret Members of the Order of the Phoenix because they were against Segregation, which was how Dumbledore had gotten to me when I was a baby before the Social Services did and he put me with my mother’s biological family who hated me, my parents and everything magic.” Harry replied in a stride, knowing that otherwise the other wouldn’t trust him and everyone in the Atrium looked at him surprised.
Kingsley’s lips thinned and then nodded.
(TBC)