Chapter 34 – Having Fun
The map came to life, revealing names and locations of everyone at Hogwarts. They went through the map quickly to find their location, and were astonished to see that it was the Daily Prophet reporter, and suspected mistress of Minister Fudge, Rita Skeeter.
"She's not on the list of animagi!" said Hermione.
"Neither are we," said Harry.
"But we're not doing it to get stories," said Hermione.
"The question is; what do we do with her," said Harry with a smile.
Hermione's face brightened. "We could use this to blackmail her into not reporting anything untrue about you."
"Or I could just buy the Daily Prophet and have her fired," said Harry with a smirk. She looked at him with her eyes wide open, so he couldn't resist. "What do you think, Wide-Eyes?"
"Th-that is another option. Do you know what it costs?"
"Yes I do," said Harry, "I sent out an anonymous inquiry after challenging her to a duel. It actually costs a lot less than I thought. Apparently they lost a lot of subscribers last week after that incident. People don't believe what the Daily Prophet says anymore, so they don't see any reason to pay for a fiction magazine."
"We could buy what they have and turn it around, maybe even change the name. With your fame…Don't give me that look Harry! With your fame everybody will buy it out of curiosity. If we make sure that the articles are true and not just an attempt to insult people and ruin reputations, it could be just what the wizarding world needs! Maybe I can write a weekly article about the treatment of other sentient magical creatures like house-elves. It's not funny, Harry!" Harry was chuckling.
"Honest, Mine, I wasn't laughing at your idea. I just love seeing you so excited. But we're both students here. How could we run a newspaper? We'd have to hire someone to run it. Who do we know that could do it that we trust? I don't want to get rid of any of our teachers, and it shouldn't be someone who works for the ministry. Who else do we know?"
"Hm," said Hermione. She took a deep breath. "There's only one person I can think of, and I'm not sure she'd be interested."
"Who?" asked Harry.
"Er, can I write her and ask first? I promise you'll approve if she agrees to do it. I just don't want to put her on the spot. We still haven't decided what to do about Rita."
"I say we have a conversation with her," said Harry. He then pointed his wand at the bug in the jar and said, "Enervate."
They saw the beetle move, so Harry said happily, "Hello Rita Skeeter! Not having a very good day, are you? I'm sure you're wondering how we know who you are, but you'll have to keep wondering that. I wonder what would happen if word got out that you were an illegal animagus. I'm only gonna say this once. DON'T EVER SPY ON ME AGAIN! I ought to just squash you and claim I didn't know it was you. What do you think we should do with Rita, Hermione?"
Hermione smiled and winked at Harry while the beetle turned toward the brunette girl. "Maybe we should keep her in this jar until after the tournament."
"As tempting as that sounds dear," said Harry, "I don't think I'd want to take care of her that long."
"Maybe we should send her to Minister Fudge," suggested Hermione with a wicked grin.
Harry laughed out loud. "That's perfect! Let me write him a note and then we'll send her with a school owl. I wouldn't want there to be any proof it was us."
"I'll write my other letter, too," said Hermione.
"That's a good idea," said Harry, "Hedwig hates it if I use a different owl than her. We'll send her with your letter first."
A few hours later, a woman was sitting on her couch, bored out of her mind. It had been like this for over two years, ever since her youngest child started at Hogwarts. During the summer, there was a lot of work to do, but not during the school year. How do you clean something that isn't dirty? She only had to worry about herself and her husband, and that didn't take much time. She was a bit surprised, though pleased when a snowy owl she recognized flew in through her window. She said, "Hello Hedwig. What has Harry sent us?" She was surprised to see that the letter was not from Harry, but Hermione. It said,
"Dear Mrs. Weasley,
I'm writing a very unusual request. Because of the irresponsible way that the Daily Prophet ruins people's reputations, Harry is considering purchasing it and trying to turn it around - to make it print only the truth, and not to unfairly criticize people. I believe that Harry's fame will probably help with sales. Since we obviously can't run it while we're busy at Hogwarts, we've been trying to think of someone whom we could hire that we trust to run it properly. There are already people there who know about printing and other business aspects of running a newspaper. We want someone to review the articles and make sure they're true and not either sensationalized or just plain lies before they get printed.
I think you would be perfect for the job. You've been spotting lies from your kids, especially Fred and George, for years. I believe you to be someone who will not tolerate the spreading of lies, and sensationalizing stories just to sell newspapers. I realize you've been an exceptionally gifted homemaker for most of your life, but honestly, with how wonderful you keep the Burrow, there can't be that much for you to do while your children are at Hogwarts. I didn't tell Harry that I was writing you about it, because I wanted to see if you were interested in the job. Please think about it, and let me know your answer.
Love from
Hermione
P.S. Tell Mr. Weasley I said hello."
Mrs. Weasley sat staring at that paper for what seemed like hours, as Hedwig flew away. She now had something to talk to her husband about besides the garden gnomes.
Harry and Hermione were finishing up their training with Neville and Ginny the next morning in the Room of Requirement when the door opened, revealing Sirius, Remus, and Adriana, and Albus. The headmaster was holding a clear box that contained something inside it. "Hi," said Harry as Neville attempted to take advantage of Harry's distraction. Neville unfortunately fell down petrified when he did that, and his stunner hit a shield.
Professor Dumbledore said, "If it's not inconvenient, we'd like to have a word with Harry and Hermione."
"Is that a horcrux?" asked Ginny, shocking Professor Dumbledore as Hermione unpetrified Neville.
"What?" the aged man said.
Harry said simply, "I thought she had the right to know what Tom's diary was. Both Neville and Ginny are our most trusted friends. They're the only people we've told. Anything you can tell us, you can tell them." Harry smirked and then added. "You brought in Professor Brooks, and I brought them in."
Dumbledore sighed. "Very well. You are correct Miss Weasley, it is indeed a horcrux. We obtained it at the house where Tom's mother spent most of her life. It's a good thing I brought Professor Brooks with us for this mission, because there was one defense in its hiding place that only Tom, Professor Brooks, and Harry could have neutralized. There was a carving of a snake that she had to speak parseltongue to. If she hadn't, a powerful curse would've at the very least destroyed my hand when I reached in, and possibly killed me. As it is, we have destroyed the horcrux successfully with no injuries."
Harry said, "Two down, four more to go."
Later that day, Hermione was on her way to the library alone when she walked around the corner to see none other than Viktor Krum. He smiled at her as his eyes wandered down her form, making her feel dirty. He said, "Your boyvriend may have gotten virst place in against the dragon, but he fought like a coward. I, on ve other hand, faced the dragon bravely, rather than make him ill. I would properly protect you. He only got lucky…"
"THAT DRAGON WAS A JOKE TO HIM! He couldn't believe anybody got hurt by those stupid dragons! He was not the least bit afraid of it. I could've handled a dragon better than you did!"
Krum laughed at her, which started to infuriate her. He put his arms over her shoulders, pinning her against the wall. She was contemplating which curse to give him. "You are very spirited. I like that. Allow me to show you how a man kisses a voman." He lowered he face toward hers as she brought her right knee up into his crotch, powered by a charm she'd found to triple physical strength for ten seconds. "OWWW!" he shouted with a high pitched voice as he fell to the floor, grabbing his crotch in agony.
Hermione then pulled out her wand and muttered a nonsense phrase as she willed his nose, lips, and ears to double in size while his injured parts halved in size. She then walked off happily thinking, 'How do you ask Madam Pomfrey to enlarge that?'
In the meantime, Harry was in the owlry sending a letter to his account manager at Gringotts about his intention to purchase the Daily Prophet, when Cho Chang walked in.
"Hi Harry," said Cho with a slight blush as she got a school owl and starting tying her package to it.
"Hi Cho," he replied indifferently.
"I-I'll bet you miss quidditch this year," she said shyly.
"Yes. Hermione was gonna try out as a chaser this year if they hadn't had this stupid tournament."
Cho looked a bit skeptical. "Really? I, of course have enjoyed the tournament. That was an, er interesting way you handled the dragon."
Harry smiled slightly. "Yeah, I guess so. The youngest champion gets the worst dragon. But it doesn't matter. All you have to know about dragons is to aim your spells at their eyes."
She looked shocked. "That's all you do?"
"Yeah," he said as he shrugged his shoulders.
"I, er, heard what you said after the tournament, that you weren't under any enchantment like the prophet said. I know that's true, but, er, well, I was wondering how close you really are to Hermione. I, well, I've never heard of you dating anybody else. You know there are other girls out there that fancy you, er, including me." With that said she walked closer to him, looking as sexy as she possibly could. "I'd never want to speak ill of Hermione, but she does seem to lack in some of the more…feminine attributes." As she said this, she got very close to him. There's nothing wrong with seeing what's out there."
"Cho," Harry said firmly, "I don't want to hurt your feelings or anything, but I am in love with Hermione. You're a beautiful girl and I'm sure there's a ton of blokes out there wanting to date you," he took a deep breath, "but I'm not one of them. I'm completely satisfied and happy with Hermione, and I don't think there's anything wrong with that." He then rushed out of there as fast as he could, so fast that he didn't see her start crying.
When Harry and Hermione finally met up in the common room, they both said, "Am I glad to see you!" at the same time. "What happened?" they said together as well, and started chuckling.
Finally, Harry said, "Cho Chang hit on me today."
Hermione looked worried. "You mean that pretty seeker from Ravenclaw?"
He sighed, "Yeah. Now she's seeking me. I told her that I'm very happy with you."
She smiled slightly. "Good. I do hope you are happy with me. Er, if you're ever, well, unhappy with me, I hope you'll talk to me about it and not, y'know…"
"Of course I will," said Harry quickly, "but I doubt I'll ever be unhappy with you. Now, what happened to you today?"
"Viktor Krum started to make, well, unwanted advances on me…"
"I'LL KILL HIM! What did that bloody git do?"
Hermione smiled. "Don't worry about it, I got him good. You'll love what I did to that creep!"
As she told him what she'd done, his anger turned into laughter. He tried imitating Krum visiting the Hospital Wing. "I svear, Madam Pomvrey, eet used to be bigger!" causing them both to fall off their chair laughing. "Trust me, Hermione, if he's got any brains at all, he will never want to be in the same castle with you anymore.
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Chapter 35 – Taking Care of Business
While Harry and Hermione were still laughing about Krum's predicament, Fred and George walked up to them with another load of muggle electronic gadgets to charm.
"You know what, guys," said Harry, "I think it's time we sold you my mum's spell."
Fred and George looked blankly at Harry. Fred said, "Your mum's spell?"
"That's not what dad said," said George.
Hermione chuckled, "At the time, we wanted to keep that secret. We didn't want anybody to know we'd been to Potter Manor, where we found the book. Harry really wanted to give your dad a copy, so he had me charm his copy to look like it wasn't his mum's."
Harry looked deep in thought. "Guys, I think it's time that Lily Potter had more of a legacy than being my mother. I want the world to know what a genius she was. Once we agree on a price, we're going to make a magical contract where you agree to give her the credit for developing the spells for power and communications, and Hermione for adapting them. For now we'll just sell you the power spell."
"Let's see," said Fred, while rubbing his chin, "Potter's Power Supply."
"I like it," said George.
After they'd settled on a price for the power spell, and a percentage of the profit (ten percent since now Fred and George would be doing the work), they made a contract that said they'd give Lily Potter and Hermione Granger credit for the spells, and wouldn't share the spell with anybody without getting Harry and Hermione's express permission to do so. The twins had half the money for the spells and agreed to make monthly payments to Harry and Hermione until it was paid. Hermione charmed the contract so that if they broke their word they would have 'CHEAT!' written across their foreheads in acne and would be incapable of using the spell afterwards without receiving a non-lethal-yet-painful electric shock every time.
"Isn't that a bit cruel?" asked George.
"It's just business," said Hermione with a smile.
"Besides," said Harry, "You weren't planning on breaking the contract, were you?"
"No," said Fred, "I guess we'll have to agree to your terms."
They all signed the contract and Hermione taught them the power spell, making sure nobody overheard. When they were done, Colin Creevey walked into the room laughing.
"What's so funny, Colin," asked Hermione.
"Viktor Krum," said Colin, happily. "I was just in the hospital wing because I was a bit sick, and Krum walked in with his ears, nose, and lips doubled in size. He claimed it was an accident while training for the tournament." Harry and Hermione gave each other a look that did not go unnoticed by the twins, and started chuckling. "Anyway, after she'd shrunk those, he asked Madam Pomfrey to enlarge his," at this point Colin looked embarrassed, "Y'know, bat and balls, claiming they had been shrunk. She adamantly refused, saying, and I quote, 'I did not study healing so that I could make boys' anatomies bigger than they're supposed to be! What is it with that obsession with size anyway? I'm sure you'll find a girl that will love you just the way you are.' Krum's face turned so red when she said that, I could swear I saw steam coming out of his ears. I was afraid he was going to start throwing things, but he marched out of the room." At this point, everybody who heard that was laughing hard, but none more than Hermione. Colin said, "Well, I've got to go to my pensieve and take a picture of that memory. See you, Harry!"
"You can take pictures inside a pensieve?" asked Harry, interested.
"Yeah! It's a lot better than carrying a camera around. It was kind of expensive, but I got my parents to pay me to have Fred and George here charm some stuff from around the house, like my dad's electric razor." When he saw a look of concern on their faces, he added, "Don't worry, it's just for my immediate family. My dad said that with how much their electric bill went down, it was worth the money to buy me a pensieve. Now I just have to see what's happening instead of taking pictures all the time. I think some people got annoyed when I did that."
"Glad we could help," said Fred.
"But the real credit goes to Harry's mum," said George.
"She invented the spell," said Fred.
"And it's actually either Harry or Hermione who've performed it until now," said George.
Colin smiled broadly. "REALLY! I've got stuff at my house that might have actually been charmed by Harry Potter! You should've signed the ones you did, Harry!"
Harry chuckled a bit to hide his annoyance at Colin's hero worship. "Sorry Colin. Don't you have some pictures to take?"
"Yeah, right," said Colin, and he walked off.
Fred and George looked at Harry and Hermione. "What did you do…" said Fred.
"…to Viktor Krum?" said George.
Hermione blushed, "Well, he pinned me against the wall and tried to kiss me, so I kneed him in the crotch and shrunk everything in that area, giving him his, er, 'little problem.' I also enlarged his lips, ears, and nose."
The twins both burst out laughing. Fred said, "How come you don't do that to Harry when he pulls you into broom closets?"
"Actually," said Hermione, "I pull him into broom closets," causing Harry to blush while the twins eyebrows to go up. "But even if he did, that's different. We're dating. Krum was trying to get me to dump Harry, and force me to kiss him! He said Harry didn't fight the dragon as well as he did, and that I should be with a real man instead of Harry!"
"WHAT?" exclaimed both twins together. "What you did to that horntail was priceless!" said Fred.
"Couldn't have done it better ourselves!" said George.
"We told you that you'd be a great school champion!" said Fred.
"And you proved it with that dragon!" said George.
The next morning, Sirius told them that Dumbledore and the teachers were going after another Horcrux lead, some cave that Riddle had visited and tormented fellow orphans in while he was at the orphanage.
After their normal training (which was going well, although neither Neville nor Ginny had made progress learning wandless magic and were getting a bit frustrated although by now they were experts at nonverbal spell casting), Hermione told them, "Guys, your spell casting is already at least sixth-year level. That's when they start having you cast nonverbal magic. You're doing great! We told you wandless magic would be more difficult to learn."
"You have both made amazing progress," said Harry sincerely. "I really mean it. I'll bet either one of you would win a duel against any student here!"
"Except you and Hermione," said Neville.
Hermione blushed, "Er, well yes. But we weren't planning on attacking you anyway. Either one of you could take on Malfoy if he attacks you, but don't start trouble with him or anyone else! This is for defense only!"
"Speaking of defense," said Ginny, "I heard that you two know how to defend yourself against dementors."
Harry said, "Er, yeah. That's called the Patronus charm. I've never tried it without a wand. Have you, Hermione?"
"No I haven't. We haven't seen a dementor since we learned wandless spell casting, but it would be worth learning. Although that may be a difficult spell to learn. It may be better to just summon our wands if we run into dementors and don't have them."
"I was wondering if you could teach it to us," said Ginny, "with a wand, at least until we learn how to cast spells without them."
Harry and Hermione both pulled out their wands, and Harry said, "You concentrate on a very happy memory or thought, and say or think, 'Expecto Patronum.'" Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and both of them blushed as they came up with a memory. "Ready? One, two, three, now!" They both successfully cast their first nonverbal patronus with no problems whatsoever. Neville and Ginny were amazed to see the silver otter and stag running around the room together.
By the end of that lesson, Neville was producing a bit of mist, and Ginny was producing a bit more. The day progressed normally. At lunch, a very old owl managed to fly into Harry's soup, splashing it all over him and the letter that was attached. Stopping himself from showing his true abilities, he pulled out his wand and said, "Scourgify," to clean himself and the letter up. He picked up the letter and saw that it was from Mrs. Weasley. He was a bit surprised to receive post from her, but Hermione didn't seem very surprised about it. He opened up the letter and read it.
"Dear Harry,
Hermione wrote me a letter saying that you were planning on purchasing the Daily Prophet and were looking for someone to make sure that the paper was printing the truth and not a bunch of rubbish. She also said that in her opinion, I might be able to do the job. If this information is correct, I'm touched by your confidence, and would love to try. It is rather boring sitting here in this house during the school year with nothing to do, and I certainly understand the need for a newspaper to be responsible and give accurate information. I've talked it over with Arthur, and he approves. Just let me know if, when, and where you'll need me to work.
Sincerely,
Molly Weasley"
While Harry was still reading, another more official-looking owl flew to him with a portfolio from Gringotts. That letter in the front said,
"Dear Mr. Potter,
This letter is to inform you that the publication known as 'The Daily Prophet' has been purchased on your behalf per your request. The documents in this portfolio outline the details of this transaction and describe everything you now own. We have taken the liberty of making sure that the staff of that paper has been notified of your ownership. They have been told to go about business as usual until they hear from you. We have also included a copy of the personnel file for each employee for your review.
Sincerely,
Griphook
Assistant Manager in charge of the Potter Account"
"Well," said Harry as he handed the letters to Hermione, "I guess all I need to do is write the prophet that I'm sending Molly Weasley there as my representative, and then send her a detailed agenda of what changes I want made at the prophet."
"I've also got a suggestion for a name change. How does 'The Potter Press' sound to you?"
"Like I'm using my name to sell newspapers," answered Harry sarcastically.
"We are," answered Hermione simply. "You have to put up with the bad parts of fame. Why not take advantage of the good parts?"
"I suppose."
"I also suggest that there be an article written by a Hogwarts student in every issue. The parents would be interested in that. Maybe on a different topic for each day of the week. I could write my weekly article about prejudice in the wizarding world. Maybe have an interview with Dobby in one of them. We could have one about academics, another on clubs like the Quidditch teams. I don't suppose there's much to say about quidditch on weeks that we don't have matches, but I'm sure something will be happening in one of the clubs. Maybe we should have a story about a different faculty member each week, and another about a different student. Then one on the general happenings at the school, and have you personally write an article every week on whatever you want. People would definitely read that one. We could put notices on common room walls and maybe even ask Professor Dumbledore to make an announcement so that we know who would be interested in working for you. It would be very good for their career if they want to be in the publishing industry. We could have them as part-time employees in a work-study program. I'm sure Colin would love to be our official Hogwarts photographer. Perhaps we could even have someone from the prophet come here to help them improve their writing skills, once they've learned to stop sensationalizing everything. I also think they should have a page devoted to muggle news for those who are interested. Perhaps one of the reporters is muggleborn and could accurately describe what's going on in muggle society that may affect the wizarding world. If not, I'm sure we could hire one."
Harry smiled at his girlfriend. "That sounds great to me. Do you think you could write the letter to Mrs. Weasley outlining those changes while I write a simple letter to staff of the former Daily Prophet telling them that Molly Weasley is now in charge and will be calling a meeting for them at the earliest convenience? I'd like the Daily Prophet to change to Potter Press next Sunday, and I suppose the headline on the front page should be about my buying the paper because I'm sick of seeing lies and exaggerations in the newspaper designed to sway public opinion. I guess I'll have to give an interview for that article. I suppose I'll write my weekly article for that issue, too. My main goal is for the paper to print the facts and let the readers decide what to think. You figure out the rest of the Hogwarts schedule. I hereby hire you as full-time staff in the position of 'Hogwarts Happenings' editor if you'll take the job."
Hermione beamed, "I accept!"
The next morning, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville got to hear the story of how the Horcrux hunt in the cave went.
Dumbledore said, "To get into the cave I had to give a sample of my blood so that the doorway would appear. After we got inside, Professor Black tried summoning the Horcrux, causing an Inferi, that is a magically animated corpse, to jump up in the water."
"That was just to see what we were facing," said Black defensively.
"Anyway," said Lupin, "Dumbledore found this tiny boat that only one of us could ride to get the thing."
Sirius continued, "He was gonna ride it himself until Professor Brooks stopped him and insisted that she go. It's a good thing she did, too!"
She blushed very slightly. "I rode the thing over the Inferi-infested water and found a stone basin full of an emerald liquid emitting a phosphorescent glow. I took a sample of the liquid for Sir…I mean Professor Black to analyze, and then stuck my hand in it because I could see a locket in the liquid. My hand went straight through the liquid with no problem and I grabbed the locket. I then rode the boat back with no problem."
"That didn't seem right to me," said Dumbledore, "so I rode the boat back to the island to investigate. When I tried putting my hand in the liquid, an invisible shield prevented me from touching it. I believe that the spell protecting the locket mistook Professor Brooks for her father. Not being aware of his daughter's existence, Voldemort probably set it so that only a blood relative of Slytherin would be able to simply reach in there, as was true of the security around Slytherin's ring. Only a parselmouth, of which he believed himself to be the only one, was able to retrieve that Horcrux without befalling harm. Anybody else would've had to drink that poison in the cave, which according to Professor Black, would've been quite unpleasant."
"To say the least," interjected Sirius.
"So Professor Brooks got the Horcrux then?" asked Ginny.
"Actually, we found that it was a fake locket with a note from an individual whose initials were R.A.B. stating that he had retrieved the locket and was going to destroy it."
Harry looked disappointed. "R.A.B? That could be almost anybody!"
Sirius smiled, "But not everybody has the handwriting of my brother, 'Regulus Antonio Black.' I immediately recognized the handwriting. I knew that he'd become a Death Eater and had been murdered on Voldemort's orders, but I never knew why until now. Anyway, we went to the Black family ancestral home, a thoroughly vile place by the way. Maybe I'll sell it to my cousin Narcissa Malfoy. Anyway, after we fought our way through doxies, boggarts, and Merlin knows what else that useless house elf of mine let take over the house, we actually found the locket in a display case. We had to clean it quite a bit before we were able to identify it. It wouldn't even open. After we identified it, we naturally destroyed it!" Dumbledore pulled a broken locket out of a pocket in his robes. It was in two pieces, one of which had a picture that everyone who'd been in the chamber of secrets recognized as Salazar Slytherin, and the other picture was of a woman who looked very mean.
Harry smiled. "Three down! Three to go!"
Hermione easily got Dumbledore's permission to have notices put up in all the common rooms and the headmaster personally made an announcement, saying that working part-time for a newspaper would be very helpful for a journalism career. As expected, Colin immediately came up to them asking for the photographer position. Both Ron Weasley and Cedric Diggory wanted the position of writing about clubs, although once Ron realized that it wouldn't be about Quidditch every week, he decided he wasn't interested. Luna Lovegood, Cho Chang, and Lavender Brown all wanted the general happenings article. Hermione decided that Luna wouldn't be very realistic and Lavender would turn it into a gossip column. She hired Cho, making it clear that she did not want it to be gossip – only facts. Blaise Zabini from Slytherin was the only one who applied to interview teachers, claiming that he wanted to be a reporter. The academics article was taken by a Ravenclaw named Terry Boot, and the student interview was given to Hannah Abbot of Hufflepuff. Hermione gave them all an orientation stressing that all articles be truthful and not exaggerated or sensationalized.
Chapter 36 – The Potter Press
Harry sat nervously next to Hermione at breakfast. When he wasn't touching his food, his girlfriend said, "Come on Harry. You've got to eat!"
"I'm not hungry," he said emphatically.
"The paper's gonna arrive and people will react however they will whether you're hungry or not. At least if people complain, you'll be able to face them on a full stomach," she reasoned.
"But, I, I don't want people to think I'm an arrogant git when they see the paper's name! Are you sure that was such a good idea? Shouldn't we have just called it 'The New Daily Prophet' and put 'Potter Publications' or something in tiny letters on the last page?"
"Remember Harry, we are trying to actually use your fame for a change," she said. Finally, a bunch of owls swooped into the Great Hall, delivering mail. As Harry watched them, he noticed that a lot of the owls were carrying newspapers. One was dropped down right in front of him and Hermione. As the owner, he didn't have to pay the owl before it left. He unrolled the paper and looked at the results of his efforts.
"The Daily Prophet Replaced by the Potter Press
By Miranda Quirke
Following the incident where former Daily Prophet reporter, Rita Skeeter, printed unkind and untrue statements about himself and his associates, Harry Potter decided that someone has to make sure that newspapers start printing the truth. 'I decided to take matters into my own hands when I realized that no one was holding the Daily Prophet accountable for the sensationalized and often false stories that it prints, which unjustly ruin reputations of some while boosting the reputations of others.' Numerous people over the last few years have complained that the Prophet has ruined their relationships and sometimes even their lives by printing lies for the sole purpose of selling newspapers. To justify this allegation, we have interviewed at least one person mentioned in every article that Rita Skeeter has published with this paper for the past six months, and have found evidence that she has lied in every single article. Almost everyone she has interviewed, with the single exception of Minister Fudge, has confirmed that she used a Quick Quotes Quill, a charmed device that makes up answers to questions asked, regardless of what the interviewee has said. In other words, it completely falsifies the interview, making it pointless. Ms. Skeeter is not the only reporter that has done this, but she was the most notorious. Mr. Potter decided that this misinforming of the public must come to an end. Therefore, using some of the money he inherited when his parents met their tragic death, he purchased the 'so-called newspaper' and cleaned house… "
He smiled. "Mine, do you realize that this is the first time I read the truth in a wizarding, or probably muggle, newspaper?"
She chuckled, "Yes, Hero. Let's turn to your article, and then I want to read Mrs. Weasley's advise column she insisted on writing."
They flipped through page after page of real news, including the actual story of how Harry ended up in the tournament, how he'd been attacked by Death Eaters since school started, a story about problems in the ministry lately, the section on the muggle world, which even included a summary of British muggle sports news, until they came to the 'Hogwarts Happenings' article entitled,
"The Real Harry Potter
By Harry James Potter
I'm sure that many of you recognize my name as the 'Boy-Who-Lived' and recognize the scar on my forehead, but most people don't really know anything about me. The first thing you should know is that I don't like the fame. I would much rather have not lost my family and lived a normal life than have what happened all those years ago.
After my parents' deaths, I was taken to be raised by muggles who hated everything magical, including me. They never even told me I was magical. They even tried to stop me from receiving my Hogwarts letter until a wizard was sent to personally deliver it to me. Fortunately, I'm now free of them since they gave up custody of me to my godfather, Sirius Black. When I came into the wizarding world, I was overwhelmed by so many witches and wizards staring at my scar and treating me like a hero for something I don't remember doing. The hero of my story is my mother, a brilliant muggleborn witch named Lily Potter (who invented charms for muggle devices that are advertised in this newspaper). She gave her life for me, and that's what somehow protected me from my attacker. The half-blood (son of muggle Tom Riddle and pureblood witch Merope Gaunt) Tom Marvolo Riddle, who rearranged the letters of his name to 'I am Lord Voldemort' which for some reason I don't understand most people fear to speak, even though his made up name has no more power than John Smith) champion of purebloods was really defeated by a muggleborn.
I'm just a normal teenage bloke who does alright in school and has a very wonderful, brilliant girlfriend. Although some people like Draco Malfoy, the son of convicted Death Eater Lucius Malfoy, call her a mudblood in front of dozens of witnesses almost every day, I call Hermione Jean Granger the best thing that ever happened to me. Ever since I learned I was a wizard, people have always been talking about me, sometimes good, sometimes bad. It amazes me how fast the public changes their opinion. Through it all, Hermione has been by my side, helping me to be the best person I can be. I'm very disappointed that so many people believed the lies that Rita Skeeter wrote about her. I was even more surprised at the vicious letters, some of them even cursed, that were sent to her because you believed those lies.
For that reason, the fact that you expect a newspaper to be a trustworthy source of news, I bought the Daily Prophet. Contrary to what some people may say, I didn't get this publication as a way to promote myself. I got it as a way to help other people by not allowing reputations to be ruined for false reasons. I vow to use this newspaper to print the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."
Harry looked around at the majority of students immersed in his newspaper, some of them glancing at him, and was pleased that most of them, including many Slytherins, seemed to be enjoying it, although he noticed some of them wince. He figured it was when they read Voldemort's name in his article. He looked at Malfoy and saw nothing but rage. The blonde Death-Muncher wannabe was glaring daggers at him, but Harry decided to ignore him, choosing to flip through the rest of the paper to look at the advertisements, including a big one designed by the twins about Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes and Lily Potter's Power Supply (where you could order charmed batteries or outlets – anything to stick a plug into, or send in a device that needs charmed communications). The twins had spent days charming a huge supply of power products so that they could send them out as soon as orders came in. They also made sure that their dad agreed not to tell anyone anything in his copy of what he had finally been told was Lily Potter's journal.
He was startled out of his thoughts by Hermione kissing him on the cheek saying, "Thank you for what you said about me in your editorial. No wonder you didn't want me to edit that one. It means a lot to me."
He smiled at the girl beside him. "It's the truth, Mine. You are the best thing that ever happened to me."
She blushed. "Just hurry up and finish your breakfast so I can properly thank you in a broom closet."
Harry put down his fork that had food on it. "I'm done."
Throughout the day, many people walked up to him and said something about the paper. Many of them told him that someone they knew, usually a relative, had been a victim of the lies that the prophet had published daily and wished him luck. A few did think he was just promoting himself. The most memorable confrontation was of course Draco Malfoy.
He was walking alone through the hall toward the owlry with a letter of congratulations to Mrs. Weasley and her staff when he heard the familiar drawl, "Hey Potter!"
Harry put up a shield, turned around to see Draco with his two goons, and pulled out his wand. "What do you want?"
"How dare you write about me in your Scarhead Press!"
Harry looked rather smug. "Did I lie?" Draco was silent as his face got pinker. "Your worthless slave of a half-blood father is a convicted Death Eater, and almost everyone has heard you call Hermione, and every other muggleborn you meet, mudblood."
"Slave of a…HOW DARE YOU?!" shouted Draco, pulling out his wand and pointing it at Harry.
His eyes bulged as without a sound his wand, as well as Crabbe's and Goyle's, floated out of his hand into Harry's.
Harry shook his head and smirked at his foe. "Don't pull your wand on me, or I'll have to speak to your head of house about you. That is the truth. Voldemort is a half-blood like me, and Death Eaters like your father are his slaves. His house-elves, if you prefer that term."
Draco, finding himself wandless and angry, actually lost his temper and lunged toward Harry, swinging his fists. Harry smiled as he silently thanked Tonks for his training. Still holding four wands, he ducked under Malfoy's fist, and kicked him in the stomach. The lazy pureblood who had never done exercise in his life was easily winded, and fell to the floor panting as Crabbe and Goyle stood there speechless, looking confused. "Get him!" shouted Malfoy while still gasping.
The two goons slowly approached Harry, who stuffed the wands in his back pocket (setting a shield around them so that they couldn't be grabbed by anyone but himself) and waited for them. Goyle got to him first and clumsily swung his fist at Harry, who easily moved out of the way and punched him in the face, causing a black eye to start forming. Crabbe tried hitting Harry from behind, only to become the victim of a backwards kick in the knee, causing him to fall. Harry turned and quickly punched Goyle in the nose, breaking it and causing him to fall down. With all three down, Harry pulled out his wand and gave them all a horrible case of diarrhea. As he heard their bodily noises, they got up and ran away. Draco didn't even bother to yell a threat at him. Harry shouted through his laughter, "I'll give your wands to Professor Black since you're busy. Oh, and if you try to claim I started this, you'll be in tomorrow's paper!" and continued happily to the owlry, where he told Hedwig what had happened as he tied his letters to her leg. She hooted happily and flew out the window when he was done. He thought to himself that he should go flying as an eagle later today as he watched her flapping her wings.
After taking the confiscated wands to Sirius' office and explaining what had happened, he walked into the common room to see Hermione sitting on a chair by the fire. He immediately walked up to her.
"What took you so long, Harry?" asked his girlfriend. "It should've only taken fifteen minutes, but it's almost been an hour."
Harry smiled. "Well, I ran into Malfoy in the hallway."
After he'd told the tale, Hermione said, "You shouldn't have fought them."
"They pulled their wands on me," said Harry firmly. "I could've done a lot worse to them than I did! They deserved what I did and more!"
"Of course they deserved it, Hero. I just hope there won't be repercussions."
"There won't be. They don't want to be humiliated in the paper."
Hermione looked shocked. "Don't start using the Potter Press the way Rita used the Daily Prophet! To get revenge on people!"
Harry lowered his head. "You're right. We'll print both versions of the story. Mine and theirs. People can decide for themselves who's telling the truth. By the way," he said looking around, "care to spread your wings a bit?"
Hermione looked at his eyes, and then at the screen of her computer. She closed the laptop and whispered so no one heard, "I'll meet you outside my window!"
Another week passed by quickly, and Sirius told Harry that Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle weren't going to try getting Harry in trouble. The paper was doing well. Some families like the Malfoys cancelled their subscription, but there were a lot of new subscribers to more than make up for it. The twins had gotten a ton of business due to their advertisements, and persuaded Harry and Hermione to let them teach Lee Jordan the power charm so he could work for them after making him sign a contract. Harry and Hermione were given a few things like cell phones to charm per day, but not that many. Hermione had actually taken a leaf out of Fred and George's book and charmed a bunch of communications plugs in advance so that the twins wouldn't have to bother them all the time.
It was a Monday at lunchtime, and Harry and his classmates had just escaped another session with the blast-ended skrewts and were sitting in the Great Hall eating lunch, when a bunch of owls flew into the room, dropping what appeared to be newspapers in front of everyone, causing havoc as drinks spilled and plates were covered. Harry picked up his newspaper off of a treacle tart and scourgified it. He then unrolled and read the paper.
"The Ministry Chronicle – The Only Ministry-Approved Newspaper
Editor – Delores Umbridge
Harry Potter Attempts to Take Over Wizarding News
By Rita Skeeter
In an attempt to gain even more fame for himself, the delusional Boy-Who-Lived has now squandered his parent's hard-earned money to buy himself a newspaper so that no one can print the truth about him. Neither this reporter, nor Minister Fudge, will stand for this! He…"
Harry ripped the paper in frustration, as he noticed Hermione crumbling hers. He struggled to keep his voice down. "I can't believe Fudge would do this!"
"I can," hissed Hermione angrily. "The question is, what are we gonna do about it?"
Chapter 37 – Truth Is Our Only Weapon
"I think the first thing we need to do is have a meeting with Mrs. Weasley to discuss our options," suggested Harry. "I think that Fudge has been controlling the Daily Prophet for a long time, and I'll bet we could find evidence of it to expose."
"I think we should run a background check on this Delores Umbridge. If she's the editor, she must be in Fudge's pocket," advised Hermione. "We should also run an article that points out the fact that most important news stories involve the government, and if the government controls the news, people will only read articles written to make the government look good."
"Well, I'm going to ask Dumbledore if we can have Mrs. Weasley floo here and have dinner with us. I want to use this situation to show what a complete fool Fudge is. Maybe we can write the truth about how he handled the Chamber of Secrets by simply arresting someone who had a bad record and how he sent Dementors that almost killed me to the school looking to kiss a man who had never had a trial."
"I'll bet there's a lot more we can find on Fudge! He was friends with Lucius Malfoy! I'm sure it'll be easy to expose the lie he'd told after Lucius was arrested," added Hermione. "The only way to fight this pack of lies is with the truth! But if we want to have this in tomorrow's paper, I don't think we can wait until dinner. I think, and I can't believe I'm saying this, you should ask if you can be excused from classes to handle your business affairs and floo over to the Potter Press headquarters. I'll let you copy my notes."
Harry looked uncertain. "Okay. I'll ask, but I'm not sure if he will."
Harry walked up to the head table to see Dumbledore chuckling as though he were reading a comic strip. Harry looked to see he was reading Fudge's interview. The Headmaster noticed Harry and greeted, "Good morning, Mr. Potter. What can I do for you? I expect it has something to do with Minister Fudge's propaganda paper."
"Er, yes, sir. I wanted to request that I can miss the rest of my classes today and be allowed to floo to my newspaper's headquarters to help coordinate our response."
Dumbledore looked thoughtful for a second. "School is supposed to train you for a professional career. Since you already have one as a newspaper owner, I believe that should take priority. Take the rest of the day off of Hogwarts to deal with this crisis, and it is a crisis if the ministry gains control of news. You may floo from my office once lunch is over. Miss Granger is welcome to join you if she wishes. I shall make certain your professors are informed."
Harry walked back to the table and told Hermione what Dumbledore had said. She closed her eyes in deep thought for a few seconds. "This is more important than a few classes. I've already read the chapters we're covering anyway. We have to respond immediately to this."
-MITAB-
Fifteen minutes later, Harry, and then Hermione, stepped out of a fireplace to look, for the first time, at the headquarters of the Potter Press. They were near the entrance to the building, and saw people running back and forth carrying briefcases. Aside from the pace at which the witches and wizards were walking around, the room seemed unremarkable. They saw a circular desk in the center of the room with a blonde-haired witch who looked frazzled as she kept writing memo after memo and enchanting it to become a paper airplane and fly to the recipient.
"Hello," greeted Harry. "I'd like to speak with Mrs. Weasley."
"So would everyone else," she replied without looking up.
"This is important," he added, taking a breath.
"Everyone says its imp….Oh, Mr. Potter," she said as she looked up and saw his scar and immediately came to attention. "Sir, I apologize. She should be in her office on the next floor. Would you like me to escort you there?"
"No, but I am curious why you answer people so rudely without even looking at them."
She turned pink while Hermione watched in silence, secretly enjoying watching this rude woman squirm. "Er, sir, ever since the ministry's toilet paper came out," Harry and Hermione both snorted at this, "everybody's been asking to meet with her."
"I can understand how you've gotten frustrated," responded Hermione, "but it may be a good idea for you to find out who you're about to be rude to. By the way, I'm Hermione Granger."
"Oh, yes, of course. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"I'm sure it won't," replied Harry grinning. "How long have you been working here?"
She looked down, "Five wonderful years, and I'd really like to continue if you'll…"
"You misunderstand me," interrupted Harry. "I'm not threatening to sack you. I want to know if there's proof that Fudge had been controlling the Daily Prophet. If so, I want to publish that proof in tomorrow's paper."
"Oh, um, well let's see. Fudge has been here at least once a week for as long as I've worked here. You could get anybody who works on this floor to verify that. He wasn't very sneaky about it. He was also campaigning before and after his private meetings with the editor."
Harry and Hermione beamed and looked at each other. Harry asked, "Could you get four other people that can verify that while we meet with Mrs. Weasley?"
"Of course, sir."
-MITAB-
They found a staircase that they took to the next floor. There were memos flying next to them the whole way. They looked at the different glass doors where people were busily working and finally found the door that said, 'Molly Weasley, Editor.' They looked in the room to see her busily writing something on a piece of parchment. She looked worried. Harry knocked at the door and she immediately looked up. She seemed startled, and then relieved to see them. She pointed her wand at the door, which immediately opened.
"Hello, Mrs. Weasley," greeted Harry, walking inside.
"Hello," said Hermione.
"Hello, Harry and Hermione," the older witch replied, "Shouldn't you be in school?"
"Dumbledore gave us afternoon off to help deal with the crisis of Fudge trying to take over the media," explained Hermione. "He feels this is more important than classes."
"Well, we certainly need all the help we can get. Fudge has actually threatened to fire Arthur if I don't quit!" Upon seeing the worried looks on the children's faces, she continued, "Arthur told me I am absolutely not to quit no matter what happens. I agree with him."
"We need to put that in the paper!" yelled Harry. "The truth is the only weapon we have in this war!"
"But how can we prove it is the truth?" asked Hermione.
"I've been thinking about that, dears," answered Mrs. Weasley. "What if we started storing pensieve memories of every interview, even the memories of the people we interview, if they consent? It wouldn't take long to teach them how to do it. We could store them in small vials. We'd need to buy a pensieve to view the memories, but I think it would be worth it. Those are very difficult, though not impossible, to alter. We could also make our reporters agree to be questioned under veritaserum if someone challenges their one of their articles."
Hermione looked at Molly in shock. "Those are both really good ideas!"
"You don't have to seem so surprised about it, Hermione," the redhead responded. "I have occasionally come up with a good idea."
Hermione shook her head. "No, it's not that you thought of that. I'm just surprised I didn't think of it."
"We'll do it. Do you have room to store them here, or should we buy another building?" asked Harry.
"Oh," replied Mrs. Weasley, "I think I can expand my closet. I don't think anybody should know where they are except us three so that no one can mess with them. I'll just have them turned in to my office. Do you two have any other ideas of what to do about Fudge's Toilet Paper?"
"Well," suggested Hermione, "First, we should do a background check on Fudge's editor, Ms. Umbridge. She's got to be connected to Fudge to have that position."
"Good idea," agreed Molly, as she took a quill and wrote something on a memo and turned it into a plane that flew away. "I've just assigned someone to do that," she commented to answer their unspoken question.
"We want someone else investigating everything Fudge has done for the past five years, such as falsely arresting Hagrid, sending dementors to Hogwarts, calling Sirius a murderer and sentencing him to the Dementor's kiss when he'd never had a trial. The receptionist downstairs should by now have four people beside herself who can verify that Fudge used to visit here at least once a week for the past five years and have private meetings with the editor. Is this the old editor's office?" asked Harry.
"No, dear. I saved that office for you. It's the next one down. I've left it exactly as it was."
Hermione smiled. "Great! That means that if there's any evidence of Fudge bribing or pressuring the paper, it'll still be in there!"
While Molly was writing the memo to investigate Fudge, Harry stated, "I want this issue to be free, and to go to everyone who got Fudge's paper."
"Come to think of it," remarked Hermione, "We should find out where the money for that paper came from!"
"I'll bet Bill could use his Gringotts connections to find that out," suggested Mrs. Weasley.
-MITAB-
Harry and Hermione spent several hours searching through the files of the old editor's office while Mrs. Weasley coordinated the reporters and stories. All stories not related to their response to Fudge's paper were postponed one day. They all had a mandatory meeting where Mrs. Weasley taught them to extract their memories for storage, and informed them that's what they'd be doing from that time onward. Most of the staff, including Harry and Hermione (who'd written articles of their own), worked well into the night. They left just before ten o'clock so that no one could say they broke curfew. Others were planning on working through the night. When they arrived in Dumbledore's office, the Headmaster was sitting behind his desk.
He smiled at them. "Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, I'm glad you made it back. I'm certain that you've prepared a wonderful surprise for Minister Fudge, to welcome him into the newspaper business."
Both Harry and Hermione chuckled. "Yes," replied Hermione, "you could say that."
"Splendid, then I look forward to tomorrow's edition of the Potter Press."
-MITAB-
The next day at breakfast, everybody received a copy of the Potter Press, while most Slytherins, as well as a handful of others, received a copy of the Ministry Chronicle.
Harry was smiling brightly as he unrolled his copy of the Potter Press.
Minister Fudge Uses Death Eater Funds to Start His Own Propaganda Newspaper
By Miranda Quirke
Minister Fudge has just started his own 'ministry approved' newspaper, called the Ministry Chronicle. 'Where would he get the funds to start such a business venture?' one might ask. According to Gringotts' records, he received the majority of the funds from the Malfoy family. Lucius Malfoy, the head of that family, is currently serving a life sentence in Azkaban as a convicted Death Eater.
Of course, Mr. Malfoy had been a close friend of Minister Fudge, to the point where he was the minister's guest at the Quidditch World Cup a few months ago, where he, along with several others, terrorized muggles before being arrested by Auror Tonks. The Daily Prophet claimed that Tonks was a friend of the Minister, although she had never met him before, nor has she spoken with him since, according to an interview conducted with her yesterday. Fudge also claimed he was setting Malfoy up, but there is no evidence of that. According to Tonks, 'Minister Fudge was completely shocked when he discovered it was Mr. Malfoy.'
We can only hope that Fudge doesn't sack Tonks because of that interview. He has threatened to fire Arthur Weasley, whose wife Molly is the editor of the Potter Press. We have discovered several underhanded things that Fudge has done in the past few years that would make sacking someone a trivial offense.
To begin with, two years ago when students were being petrified at Hogwarts because the Chamber of Secrets had been opened, Fudge did nothing to investigate the crimes. Instead, he arrested Rubeus Hagrid, then gamekeeper (now he's also a professor) at Hogwarts and took him to Azkaban with no trial for months. The reason Hagrid was chosen is simple. He's the person that Tom Riddle, who would later change his name to Lord Voldemort, had framed for the crime fifty years before.
This time it was Lucius Malfoy who caused the chamber to be reopened through the use of a dark object created by Voldemort. It was never proven at the time. However, yesterday when the Potter Press purchased a pensieve for our new story verification system (page three), we used the memories of three different witnesses who were present when Malfoy slipped the enchanted object into the belongings of an innocent first-year girl, nearly costing her life and several others as well. The witnesses were Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Molly Weasley. During that crisis, Mr. Malfoy, who at that time was on Hogwarts' board of governors, pressured the other governors into signing a petition to remove Headmaster Dumbledore from Hogwarts. The only reason why Hagrid was released is because students uncovered the truth.
Just a few months after that, when Sirius Black, the man falsely accused and imprisoned for twelve years in Azkaban without a trial, escaped prison, Fudge sent dementors to Hogwarts against Professor Dumbledore's wishes. First, they searched the Hogwarts Express, subjecting all of the students to their vicious effects, but that wasn't enough. During a quidditch match, several of them attacked Gryffindor Seeker Harry Potter in front of hundreds of witnesses, causing him to fall off his broom fifty feet to what would have been his death had Professor Dumbledore not slowed his descent. Did this attack convince Fudge to take away the dementors? Of course not! They'd been given permission to perform the kiss on the escaped innocent man who'd never had a trial, and those dark creatures were determined to do it, and Fudge wanted to let them.
Another time…
On and on that article went, describing several questionable incidents involving Fudge. It included evidence that the editor of the Daily Prophet had been given their stories by Fudge himself, in his own handwriting. The file cabinet in the editor's former office had been full of such evidence. They also had evidence that the editor had been on Fudge's payroll. The next page had the article.
Minister Fudge Appointed Dolores Umbridge to be the Editor of His Newspaper. Who is She?
By April Vanget
You may find it interesting that the editor of Fudge's newspaper actually works directly for him. She is the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister. We interviewed several people who have worked with her during her rapid ascent to this position. All of them had nothing but bad things to say about her, saying she was heartless and cruel, and would step on anybody to advance her career. Some even alleged that she framed them for mistakes so that she'd make them look bad. Sounds like a typical Slytherin to this reporter.
What's not typical is the kind of laws she has proposed. She has submitted fifteen separate bills to the Wizengamot suggesting everything from registering to exterminating every sentient magical species beside wizards. These bills have included centaurs, goblins, elves, giants, and several other species. None of the bills have passed because most of the ministry is enlightened enough to not go along with her prejudiced ideas. The funny thing is that anyone else proposing those bills would've been committing political suicide, but apparently she has a great deal of pull with Fudge, who is her sole supporter…
That article went on, outlining different questionable events from her career. The next page had another interesting article.
Potter Press challenges Ministry Chronicle to Use Their New Method of Story Verification.
By Hermione Granger
In response to the ridiculous accusations of Fudge's new newspaper, this newspaper has come up with a way to verify the contents of articles. We will be storing the pensieve memories of all reporters of their interviews and investigations. We will also request all people we interview to supply us with their memory of the described events as well. In addition to this, all of our reporters are required to submit to questioning under veritaserum if the truthfulness of any article they have submitted is still questioned after the accuser has viewed the memory in a pensieve, if they find any evidence of memory-tampering.
The rest of the article described the process of extracting memories and viewing them. It also talked about other ways of verifying the truth. The next article was about Fudge trying to steal freedom of the press by owning a newspaper.
Over the course of the day, about three-fourths of the school had gone up to Harry and Hermione complimenting the newspaper. People like Draco Malfoy glared at them, but did nothing. At lunch, Harry had received an owl from Mrs. Weasley, stating that Madam Bones had come into the office and viewed many of the pensieve memories to verify their contents, but didn't say why. The next edition of Fudge's Toilet Paper, as Harry and Hermione referred to it as, said that to use such a verification system for their stories would insult the integrity of their reporters.
Over the course of the week, Harry noticed fewer and fewer people receiving the Ministry Chronicle while more and more people were receiving the Potter Press. The next Monday, Harry was surprised to read the headline of his own newspaper.
Minister Fudge and Chief Undersecretary Umbridge to be Tried by the Wizengamot for Several Questionable Actions.