Chapter 13
Happy Slytherins who effortlessly interacted with their peers in the other three houses was not something Hogwarts was accustomed to. The entire school appeared to be adopting a 'wait and see' policy before passing any comment, never mind becoming involved. This was especially true of the young Slytherins own house. Slytherins acting in such an un-Slytherin manner was certainly something that was worth the watching.
Add to that the headmistress alluding to their being fliers with the potential to make this year's Quidditch teams and it was perhaps understandable that there was an audience at the recently announced first years' flying lesson. Nearly everyone who didn't have a class at that particular time turned up. Draco Malfoy was convinced they were all here to see him while Ronald Weasley was almost as delusional. Ron had convinced himself that it was him that McGonagall had been talking about, Quidditch was in every Weasley's blood. Ron may have been sorted into Hufflepuff but that didn't mean he wouldn't give them the benefit of his Quidditch skills, only after they begged him of course.
Since Malfoy had no friends to talk to, he had to content himself with making announcements that were loud enough for everyone to hear. "This is where true breeding will show. Some of you have no right to be on a broom, far less at Hogwarts."
Susan attempted to shut Malfoy up before any of her friends took direct action, she didn't want them missing tomorrows Quidditch trials by getting a detention for flattening this annoying prick. "Malfoy, if there is ever a house at Hogwarts where empty boasts and inflated egos are things to be coveted, you and your buddy Weasley there would not only be in it but already wearing prefect badges."
Malfoy was all ready to retaliate against calling Weasley his buddy when Madam Hooch arrived. The flying instructor had that air of someone you should never mess with, she also had the ability to ban you from flying.
Rolanda was walking up and down the line of students, giving them her usual dire warning of what would happen if they even thought about misbehaving, when she noticed something most peculiar. There were Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and even a Gryffindor mixed in with the Slytherins. Madam Hooch would have been even more astonished to discover these non-Slytherin students were all muggleborns. She did manage to ignore all the sniggering as she got ripped into Malfoy for holding his broomstick all wrong.
When they were finally allowed into the air, a certain four Slytherins kept a very close eye on those classmates who were sitting on a broom for the very first time. Dean was really beginning to enjoy himself, Justin wanted his broom fitted with a seatbelt and parachute while Terry just wanted his feet back on terra firma.
Malfoy and Weasley though were flying about like idiots, causing mayhem wherever they went. Draco easily managed to goad Ron into playing follow my leader, a decision they would both soon regret. The arrogant blond's intentions were clear though his execution was crap. As Malfoy shot toward the ground, he suddenly slammed on the breaks to help him pull out of the dive. Unfortunately, Ron was right on his bristles and determined to prove he was more than capable of emulating anything Draco could do. Instead of pulling up and watching Ron spread himself all over the grass, Draco's breaking manoeuvre saw the chasing flier slam into the back of him at the top speed these brooms were capable of.
The loud cracks that reverberated across the lawn weren't just from the old brooms breaking as two boastful boys were reduced to a pair of cry-babies. They got absolutely no sympathy from a raging flying instructor, rather detention and levitated to Madam Pomfrey. Harry had already led everyone back onto the ground by the time Madam Hooch had finished shouting at the two crying boys. If nothing else, they provided a powerful visual aid as to why you shouldn't be attempting flying manoeuvres your current skill level couldn't handle.
Marcus was slightly disappointed, the four students he'd come specifically to watch had done nothing out of the ordinary. If it wasn't for getting to see those two idiots crash, the Slytherin Quidditch captain would have considered this a wasted afternoon.
Taking into account what his head of house had told him, Marcus then reconsidered what he'd just seen. If these four really were the superb fliers Professor Black claimed they were, now was probably not the time to be showing those skills off. There was also the fact that these old school brooms weren't really up to any taxing manoeuvres, you would certainly be risking your life if you threw one into a tailspin. Could these four be more Slytherin than anyone thought?
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Dinner that night was treated to the entertaining loud feud between Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley. Each was sure the other was to blame for today's accident and subsequent detentions. The flying ban was probably more painful for the boys than the first two combined. Their closing finale earned them even more detentions when they challenged each other to a duel at midnight. Not the brightest thing to do when Professor Sprout was already making her way over there to shut them up. Both then sullenly, but thankfully quietly, returned to eating their dinner. Ron Weasley had the disgusting habit of not bothering to check whether his mouth was full or not before shouting, extremely unpleasant for anyone in close proximity or with a direct line of sight.
Lily wished the four at the Slytherin table good luck for their Quidditch trial tomorrow before heading home to Crawley for the weekend. She collected a few letters home and class notes for Luna, she would see them all again on Sunday evening.
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Saturday morning saw four very excited first year Slytherins heading for the Quidditch pitch. Marcus had decided that the only way he could play this situation was straight down the middle, and had designed this morning's trials accordingly. The first part of their trial would be an obstacle course, a course that every trialist was obliged to complete before they could move on to the second part of the morning. As Marcus had suspected, Professor Black made an appearance before he even had a chance to get things underway.
"I know first year students aren't allowed to bring their own brooms to Hogwarts, so I managed to borrow these for you. Their owners aren't using them at the moment so you should have no problem borrowing them for the entire year."
Professor Black then handed the four first years a Nimbus two thousand each, it would only be later Marcus would discover that each broom had a set of golden initials on it. Initials that, coincidently, corresponded to the person now flying it.
There were seventeen people trying out for the team, including the six members from last year. Marcus split them up into four groups, deliberately putting a first year in each of the groups. His motive was simple, if they wanted to play with the big boys then they would do so from the start. He wanted each group's turn at the obstacle course to be competitive and that's exactly what he got. Unfortunately for Marcus, all four races were won by the youngest person in them.
With some obstacle course failures and last year's beaters being unopposed for their positions, Marcus was left with nine people trying out for chaser. All four first years wanted a shot at seeker too, but that would be later. With three teams of three chasers, Marcus had no option but to have two first years in one of them.
Instead of this team being at a disadvantage though, this soon proved to be a winning combination. He had been constantly switching the teams, searching for the best blend of chasers, when he tried the unthinkable. Three first years against the three biggest Slytherins he had available. He had suspected it would be a slaughter and he was right, it was only who got slaughtered that Marcus made a serious error with. These firsties were amazing and already appeared to have a great understanding of where their teammates were, the larger Slytherins just couldn't get near them.
Marcus also quickly discovered that it didn't matter which three firsties he played, they all just gelled together to form one of the best set of chasers he'd ever seen at Hogwarts. While his brain was still trying to comprehend what his eyes were telling him, the captain found himself being quietly approached by last year's Slytherin seeker.
"Marcus, we both can see any of those four could fly rings around me. I'll just withdraw and save us both some embarrassment. That will also give me more time to go and see if I can find anyone stupid enough to bet against us for this year's Quidditch cup. After the match against Gryffindor, no one will touch that bet."
By the time everyone landed, Marcus really didn't have to say anything. All the other trialists were already congratulating the four youngest Slytherins before heading off to the showers. Their captain studied the quartet before speaking. "It would appear the only decision I've got to make is which one of you to play at seeker. Any preferences?"
Harry had a question for the older boy. "Em, why do you have to choose just one of us?"
Hermione explained what Harry meant to Marcus. "Back at home we change about all the time, we're all comfortable playing either position."
Susan was nodding and once more proving why the hat sorted her into Slytherin. "Just because one of us plays seeker against the Gryffindors, that doesn't mean they have to play there for the other two matches."
Hermione saw where she was now coming from. "Sue, that is brilliant. Hufflepuff will watch the game and then have their strategy blown away when we line up differently against them."
Neville was also in tune with what was happening here. "That's right but it gets even better. By the time we play Ravenclaw, they will have mentally exhausted themselves trying to work out all the team permeations we could come up with for their match."
Harry was laughing along with his friends and new captain but had a serious question to ask. "Can I play seeker against Gryffindor? With my dad as head of house, I'd love to get one over on him."
Susan was quick to put her name forward for the Hufflepuff match, since her aunt was a former Puff.
Hermione then suggested that a 'wait and see' policy might be better for the Ravenclaw game. Since they didn't know who would be playing seeker for that match, they could hardly give any information away.
The four then walked away with their brooms over their shoulder, leaving behind a bemused but very happy Slytherin Quidditch captain. Marcus hoped there would be someone with a camera to record Wood's face after the Gryffindors lost the first match of the season. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see his head of house there. Marcus had been so focused on the trials, he'd forgotten all about Professor Black.
"Can I assume they made the team?"
"Not only did they make the team, they suggested we change it match by match to keep the opposition off balance. Those four are probably the most Slytherin-like people in our house."
This got a laugh out of Sirius as he walked back to the castle with Marcus.
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Match of the Day in the Great Hall was an instant and massive success. Every student, and most of the staff, were present to watch the screen being used for the first time. That the muggleborns were also having to explain the rules of the game to their friends was also good for integrating a different point of view to people who barely knew this side of the world existed.
Remus was there for the inaugural use of their screen and the board of PMP were all very worried at this runaway success. It was the age old question that followed phenomenal success, how the hell do you follow that?
"We've just made a rod for our own backs tonight. These kids are watching the BBC's broadcast of a sport that they've been covering for decades, they will expect our future Quidditch matches to be up to this standard."
Remus could see what concerned James and pretty much had to agree with his friend. The same thoughts had been running through his head, along with the realisation of just how big a job they'd undertaken here. "The BBC have multiple cameras, action replays, slow motion and extreme close-ups along with a full commentary team to explain to their viewers exactly what's happening. What the hell possessed us to think we could match up to that? You practically need omnioculars to really see what's happening during a Quidditch match. Our coverage is going to look like coloured dots dancing around the screen, it's gonna look like shit compared to that!"
Sirius hated to be the bearer of more bad news but it was time to get all the problems out in the open. "Not only that, their sport has strict time limits set. You know when a match will end, and it's not when someone catches the snitch. We might need to have people taking it in shifts to film some of the longer matches, who's got eight hours spare to sit and watch Quidditch when about seven of those hours are practically guaranteed to be as boring as hell?"
James took a deep breath. "Ok guys, let's work on the problems one at a time."
The three marauders sat there working out the future of broadcasting in the magical world, Remus was going to consult with Dan to see if there were other solutions to some of the stuff they had no idea about.
While Saturday night was unquestionably a success, Sunday lunchtime managed to eclipse even that. The nature programme concerning a family of meerkats had even the watching staff on the edge of their seats. This saw the penny drop that the students were not only being entertained, they were being educated at the same time. James and Sirius were soon being approached about what type of programmes were available to broadcast, especially after it became known that Aurora planned to show an Astronomy series on it. Being on top of the Astronomy tower in December or sitting in the Great Hall with a hot chocolate and seeing the stars on the big screen was not a hard choice to make.
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After dinner that Sunday night, Minerva called the Quidditch captains of Slytherin and Gryffindor forward for a word. Both James and Sirius were there too but had already agreed the decision was going to be left up to their captains.
The headmistress attempted to put the two worried students at ease. "I have a proposition for you gentlemen, please take some time to think about it before giving me your answers. PMP have approached me and asked if they could film the first Quidditch match of the season. This would allow them to test their equipment and techniques at a live match, and we could all watch it again later that evening."
Both captains were eager to say yes but the headmistress wasn't finished yet. "There is a downside to this proposal, they would like the game moved forward to as soon as possible. Now the upside, league officials and probably representatives from the teams would be coming to Hogwarts to watch the match with us. I will not consent to moving this match though if it hands an advantage to one of the teams. What are your thoughts gentlemen?"
Marcus instantly recognised this was a fabulous opportunity to get some recognition as a Quidditch captain, this match would probably make the Daily Prophet too. Time to goad the Gryffindor into saying yes.
"Headmistress, I have already picked my team to beat Gryffindor. A few training nights and we would be more than ready to play."
Oliver knew most of his team would be the same as last year, and he'd already had the replacement chaser he needed recommended to him. He too recognised what a great opportunity this was to get noticed.
"If Gryffindor can get the pitch this Saturday, I'm sure we could be ready to play the following week." If the rumours of Slytherin having three new chasers and a new seeker were true, Oliver wanted the match as quickly as possible before they could get used to playing with each other. As it had been his two remaining chasers who recommended the girl Bell, he was supremely confident she would be very good.
Minerva had originally suggested a friendly match but the three directors of PMP had wanted to cut their teeth on a match that meant something. The Gryffindor – Slytherin match certainly fell into that category. The headmistress could already see how much her school could benefit from having this screen in their hall. The word 'bleak' could have been coined for Northern Scotland in the winter, having this form of entertainment would certainly keep their spirits up when it was dark from four pm until at least eight am. It also wouldn't hurt if some of her students had the opportunity to get noticed by some professional Quidditch teams, Mr Wood had already decided that was the career for him.
The buzz that as already running through the hall just increased in intensity when the headmistress announced that the first Quidditch match of the season was now less than two weeks away. This year at Hogwarts was already shaping up to be an epic one.
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Harry may have a big game coming up this Saturday but that wasn't even close to being the most important day of the week for him. This year Hermione's birthday was going to be memorable, well it would be if he had anything to do with it. He was tossing and turning in his bed, far too excited and apprehensive to sleep. Harry quietly took out his mirror and activated the map function, just on the off chance that Hermione may be awake. She was in her bed, probably sleeping. Harry was randomly scrolling through the quiet castle when a certain name made him stop abruptly. He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes to ensure they weren't deceiving him, the name was still there so Harry took action.
"Bambi, Marauders emergency. Code red, code red."
It was only a few seconds later that the faces of his father, Sirius and Remus were looking back at him through his mirror.
They all looked relieved to see he was alright. "Where's the fire son?"
"Check outside the Gryffindor dorm dad, please tell me my map has been pranked."
The sheer amount and intensity of loud swearing emanating from the marauders was enough to tell Harry that his map was working perfectly, there was definitely an intruder in the castle.
"Prancer, Padfoot, I'll get on to Amelia right away. She'll have a team of aurors there as quick as she can."
James was as angry as his son had ever seen him. "That's fair enough Remus but she'd better hurry. I'm head of Gryffindor, and if that bastard sets one foot inside my house then all bets are off."
Harry could now see his mum peering over his dad's shoulder, her wand was already in her hand and she appeared ready for anything.
Sirius was doing some serious role reversal and actually trying to calm the Potters. "Guys, I'm going to grab Filius, Pomona and Minerva, we'll be with you soon. Keep an eye on the map and don't go charging off without us."
Sirius was off the mirror as well, leaving all three Potters watching the dot that was Albus Dumbledore walking in front of the Gryffindor entrance.
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Albus was having no luck trying to convince the Gryffindor guardian he needed access to her house. The Fat Lady was a mere painting and could never understand the concept of the greater good, Albus simply must speak with the Potter boy. Subconsciously he was enjoying having a conversation with someone who wasn't his elf but the entire process was taking far too long. Every second he remained visible increased the risk of a portrait or ghost reporting his presence to Minerva. He noticed lights out the tower window, lights that were making their way to the castle, it was time to leave. Becoming invisible once more, Albus began making his way to his preferred exit.
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Remus was accompanying Amelia and the eleven aurors she managed to grab on her way here. With his mirror active, the marauder was able to tell them Dumbledore was on the move and steer the group on an intercept coarse. Sirius was coordinating the other group as James' eyes never left his mirror and signalled directions.
The head of Gryffindor was now grinning like a maniac, with Remus leading Amelia and the aurors from the other side, Dumbledore was trapped. James was mentally preparing himself for the battle that was sure to follow when the unthinkable happened, Dumbledore disappeared off his mirror.
With a loud cry of 'no', he led the charge into the now empty corridor, the group of professors were soon joined by the equally baffled aurors. They began casting detection charms up and down the empty corridor. Since it only contained one tapestry, that task didn't take long.
Harry's worried voice drew James out of his puzzlement. "Dad, how could he disappear off the map like that? I thought it was impossible to apparate inside Hogwarts?"
James attempted to reassure his son. "It is Harry, he must have entered a secret room or passage that's not on the map. Dumbledore attended Hogwarts for seven years as a student and then over forty on the staff, he probably knows this castle better than anyone else."
His son's next words sent a chill right threw his body. "Dad, that means he could be anywhere?"
Sirius was already moving, with Lily hot on his heels, before James could answer his son. The Slytherin dorms were a long way from the seventh floor corridor they were on at the moment.
"Stay put Harry, your mum and Sirius are on their way. Both will stay there until we decide what we're going to do next."
Amelia was approaching with Remus and asked them both a question she needed answered. "Is there any chance those things could be wrong?"
"The maps have never been wrong in all the years we've used them, they're tied in to the castle's own magic. Not even polyjuice potion could fool these."
Minerva came butting in at that moment. "The mirrors weren't wrong, the Gryffindor guardian portrait just confirmed to me that Dumbledore was exactly where the map indicated. She couldn't desert her post to inform anyone before he left, the Fat Lady reported Dumbledore claimed it was imperative she let him passed but wouldn't give a reason. She thinks he saw something out the window and then disappeared."
That fitted what little facts Amelia had. "He might have spotted our lit wands as we made our way up to the castle."
James had other fish to fry though. "Minerva, Harry brought up the very valid point that Dumbledore could now be anywhere, inside or outside the castle. I don't think we can just leave all the students lying in their beds with an intruder spotted inside Hogwarts."
"I agree, Amelia? If we get all the children inside the great hall, could you supply aurors to guard them while we search the castle from top to bottom? I know those maps are saying he's not here but I still want the castle searched, if only for my own piece of mind."
The plan of action was quickly agreed upon and set in motion.
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The portrait of his beloved sister swung closed behind Albus. Those lights coming toward the castle might have been nothing yet he wasn't prepared to take any chances. With the Potter boy now in the castle, it was only a matter of time before Voldemort made his reappearance. Now was not the time to be careless and get caught.
Albus wouldn't even take the chance of his brother knowing about him being here, Abe was still snoring from the sleeping spell he'd been unknowingly placed under. Albus would find out later today from Kitty if anything strange happened in the castle, the Fat Lady would surely tell Minerva that he had been in the castle so security would be increased for a while. Tonight had taught him one thing though, he really craved more company than Kitty. It may only have been a conversation with a portrait but that was easily the most excitement Albus had in the last decade. He desperately needed someone to talk to, and already had a certain someone in mind.
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Hermione found herself woken by Lily and being told to put her house coat on, she also noticed the rest of the girls were being roused. She wasn't really listening to anything else as Hermione could now sense Harry's anxiety. Cursing having to sleep so far away from him, she was first out the dorm. Susan was right behind her as they headed down to the common room where the boys were already waiting on them. She raced straight into Harry's open arms and allowed him to hold her for a minute before asking any questions.
"You any idea what this is all about?"
"Yeah, I couldn't sleep so I was just toying with my map when I noticed an intruder. Albus Dumbledore was hanging around the entrance to Gryffindor house. I called in an emergency and they organised Aunt Amelia to come running with a squad of aurors."
The entire common room was now hanging off Harry's every word. "The staff and aurors had him boxed in a corridor when he suddenly disappeared off the map."
Hermione got there just as quickly as Harry had. "But that means he could be anywhere?"
"I know, that's why they're moving us out of here. We're heading for the great hall and will probably spend the night there. The aurors are going to watch over us while everyone else searches the castle."
The whispering started after that, filling in those who were late coming down to the common room. Tracy though asked the question that was on everyone's lips.
"What do you think he was doing there?"
Susan was again quickest with her quip. "Well I think it's safe to say he wasn't there to tell Oliver Wood the Slytherin Quidditch team line-up."
Pansy was scandalised at this. "How can you joke at a time like this? Didn't Hermione just say this madman could be anywhere?"
Susan just shrugged it off. "I'm not worried, my aunt is here and I'll bet the Longbottoms won't be far away. We've also got the Potters, the Blacks and Uncle Remus would have come running too when Harry shouted for help. That's more than enough to take care of Dumbledore."
There was more Slytherins than Pansy now looking at the girl with shock clearly etched on their faces. Neville happened to agree with Susan and said so.
"If Dumbledore is this all-powerful wizard then where has he been for the last ten years? He's obviously been hiding and trying not to be caught."
Harry added his weight to the argument. "Uncle Frank was part of the auror detail and Uncle Remus was using his map to guide them right to the target. Dumbledore ran away."
Sirius and Lily came back into the common room with the last of the stragglers, they then confirmed Harry's facts from earlier that they would be heading for the Great Hall. The entire house then found two aurors waiting on them to provide an escort, some of the Slytherins were beginning to see just how well informed the group of four first years were.
Two professors and a pair of aurors made everyone feel just that bit safer, dispelling a lot of their apprehension. Harry and Sirius both had their mirrors out, with the other three soon joining them. A running commentary was then provided to let the others know what was happening in the castle.
"Uncle Remus is with the Hufflepuffs."
"Nev, you're dad's with the Ravenclaws"
"I assume most of the names we don't know amongst the Gryffindors are aurors?"
"Makes sense Hermione, that's where Dumbledore was trying to get into. My dad, the headmistress, Aunt Amelia and about half a dozen aurors should be enough to see off any attack."
Slytherin house was getting used to these four being smart but showing it after being woken in the middle of the night was a bit much.
They arrived in the Great Hall to discover that the house tables had disappeared, they had been replaced by hundreds of purple sleeping bags. Their head of house led them over to where Slytherin table would normally be and began bedding them down for what was left of the night.
Harry grabbed Hermione and pulled her into a little alcove for a moment of privacy, he really didn't want an audience for this.
"Hermione, the reason I couldn't sleep was because I couldn't wait to wish you a happy birthday."
She giggled and held him close. "Oh Harry, well it's certainly after midnight so it's my birthday now." Hermione stopped giggling when she realised he was shaking. "Harry, what's the matter?"
"Hermione, I think it's time. I've been doing a lot of studying and found out that when I turned eleven I could ask you to be mine and wear a promise ring. It's been really hard to wait but I also promised to ask you on your birthday."
"I read that book too. It also said you had to ask my father's permission first."
"I know, you have no idea how terrified I was asking Uncle Dan if I could marry you when we leave school."
Hermione's eyes were now moistening. "You actually asked my dad?"
"Hermione, I would face a mountain troll if it got me your hand. Not that Uncle Dan was all that bad, he did sit me down and ask me my intentions toward you though. I think he was having a bit of fun with me too. He asked me what my prospects were and if I could keep you in the style you've become accustomed to."
Hermione knew she would be having words with her father later for torturing her Harry but, at this particular moment, all her attention was focused on the boy I front of her. "Harry, receiving a promise ring from you would easily make this the best birthday of my life."
Harry now had a wide smile on his face as he removed a ring box from the pocket of his house coat. He opened the black velvet box to reveal a thin platinum band, encrusted with a single row of gems that alternated between diamonds and emeralds.
Hermione was the one now shaking as Harry took her hand and slipped the ring on her finger. "Hermione Jane Granger, I promise you that this ring will one day be followed by an engagement ring, and then a wedding band. I pledge myself to you."
Hermione understood she needed to say the official words but her throat was a bit choked at the moment, a couple of deep breaths later an she was composed enough to reply. "I gladly accept this promise ring, and all that it entails, from Harry James Potter. I pledge myself to you."
There was a slight flash as their magic accepted the promises made and then there wasn't room to get a playing card between them as they tied to hug the life out each other. The couple were drawn back into the real world by Susan's droll tone.
"Em guys, Aunt Lily is combing the hall for you and will be over here in seconds. Do what you need to do and then get out here, fast."
Harry gently kissed his intended and the now blushing couple left the alcove, they found Susan and Neville had been standing guard for them.
Susan's eyes zeroed in on Hermione's hand. Her excited squeal was probably not the smart thing to do in a hall packed with people and nervous tension, that didn't stop her though.
All eyes had instantly swivelled round to the disturbance and were now watching an exuberant Susan bouncing up and down while, at the same time, still trying to hug the couple. Neville was pounding Harry on the back in congratulations. Lily Potter was on them in an instant as the watchers waited to see what her reaction would be. Unbelievably, her reactions were almost more exuberant than Susan's. Only the squeal didn't have the same volume, it was still loud enough to be clearly heard by everyone in the hall.
Lily was gushing all over them. "Oh I'm so pleased for you two. We've known this was coming for years and Dan told us you had asked his permission. Hermione, that's a beautiful ring. James was with him when Harry picked it but was sworn to secrecy, I didn't even know what type of stones were in it."
The happy couple were soon being congratulated by all the members of their extended family who were currently in the castle before Lily brought them back down to earth.
"Right you four, we need you to get into those sleeping bags and settle down for what's left of the night. There will be aurors standing guard in the hall until morning."
They all quickly complied and none of them were surprised when Hermione slipped into the same sleeping bag as Harry, there would be no separating these two tonight.
The hall quietened down but it would be a while before Harry and Hermione fell back asleep. Hermione kept running her thumb over her new ring, convincing herself it was actually real. Harry on the other hand had somehow managed to convince himself he'd messed the entire thing up and was ready to apologise.
"Hermione, I'm sorry for asking you like that tonight. I had made plans to do it later but couldn't wait another minute..."
"Harry, please don't fret. It was perfect."
"I know it wasn't perfect..."
"Ok, I'll give you that. To be perfect, my mum, dad, Dudley and Luna would have to have been here. Apart from that, it was perfect. Since you had no way of arranging for that to happen, then it was perfect for me."
"You really think so?"
"When have we ever been able to lie to each other? I'm seriously impressed you managed to keep the whole thing from me. I loved it, I love my ring and I really love the person who gave it to me."
That was all that mattered to Harry, he cuddled into Hermione.
Susan was lying at their side and noticed Pansy and Tracy staring at the couple sharing a sleeping bag. Susan was well aware Hermione's and Harry's behaviour could be considered a bit strange. Once you got to know them though, it was just two kids who wanted to be close to each other. Susan was trying to give her friends that time for people to get to know them, before they began making up their minds their behaviour was wrong.
She kept her voice down this time but made sure they heard. "What? We left the dorm so quickly Hermione forgot Paddy. She's not cuddling into me as her feet are always bloody freezing!"
This had the girls giggling, exactly the reaction she was hoping for.
Chapter 14
Dumbledore's surprising appearance saw a lot of activity in and around Hogwarts over the next few days. McGonagall though refused to change the school's plans for the weekend, she reckoned a Quidditch match was just the thing for taking the students minds of the late night intruder.
There were four first year Slytherins sitting that Saturday morning at breakfast who were far more worried about today's Quidditch match than a midnight visitor, their food was merely being shuffled around their plates as nerves played havoc with their appetites. All that tension was instantly forgotten about the moment Susan issued one of her now patent worthy squeals. She bolted straight out her seat, with Neville following on a mere second after her. Harry and Hermione swung around to see what was going on behind them, the surprise there saw Hermione squeal too. Remus and Lily were leading four people into the hall, the Grangers, Luna and Dudley.
Harry and Hermione were soon wrapped in a three way hug with their brother in all but name. Questions had to wait as Luna was finished with Susan and Neville, she now jumped on them too. Dan and Emma then got into the act, the mother squealing every bit as loudly as the redhead Professor Potter had the other night at first sight of Hermione's ring.
Needless to say, this scene was now the centre of attention in the great hall. Most of them recognised Dudley as the person who put the stuff on the screen, this gained the boy instant and almost total acceptance. There are always those though that has a difference of opinion from the norm.
Draco Malfoy had been building himself up into a strop all morning. Those particular four first years playing for Slytherin was like a weeping sore, his own exclusion from the green and silver house still hurt more than he could say. A mudblood in the Slytherin Quidditch team was bad enough but this latest travesty inside Hogwarts really pushed him over the edge. That he, a proud pureblood, was denied his rightful place at the Slytherin table was bad enough. That he had to then endure the sight of a muggle being made welcome in that hallowed place of blood purity pushed him over the edge. The red mist descended as the blond Hufflepuff made his way over to what was supposed to be his house.
"Salzar Slytherin must be turning in his grave when he sees what his once proud house has become."
Susan, as usual, was quickest with an answer. "I don't know about that Malfoy, I reckon he'll be too busy celebrating that Slytherin managed to avoid having you pull our house honour down. I know we all are."
The derisional laughter that followed that remark just fanned the flames of Draco's anger. Dudley then proceeded to douse that volatile emotion in petrol.
"Malfoy? So this is the arrogant tosser Sirius warned us about? Old Padfoot wasn't exaggerating."
Draco sensed a chance for a smidgen of retribution, he jumped on the opportunity this muggle had just handed him. "I will not be insulted by the likes of you. Let's see who's the best here, I challenge you to a duel."
Dudley replied before anyone could raise an objection. "I accept. Since you issued the challenge, I get to set the rules. Unarmed combat, no weapons or wands."
Draco was incensed. "You want me to fight like a common muggle? No way."
Dudley pinned the now concerned Malfoy with a glare that emphasised he had no intention of backing down. "You issued the challenge to a common muggle, what else did you expect? Did you honestly think I was just going to stand there and let you throw spells at me?"
From the expression displayed on his face, it was obvious to everyone witnessing this that's exactly what Draco expected. The thought of his foe actually being able to fight back never crossed his mind.
Sirius was now on the scene and attempting to quash this before it got out of hand. "Mr Malfoy, what possible reason could you have for being over here?"
Dudley could see what Padfoot was up to and intervened. "Sirius, I got this covered. He's nothing but a wannabe bully, and you know how much we hate bullies. Ok Malfoy, do you at least know the noble art of fencing?"
Draco had waved a sword about and battered a suit of armour into submission while growing up, there was also no way he was going to let this muggle think he couldn't do something. "Of course I can, I'm a pureblood."
Dudley's smile was predatory as he turned toward Harry and Hermione. "Guys, do your stuff."
The rest of the Slytherins got a taste of their star four first years true abilities as the couple transfigured a couple of knives off the table into usable blades for fencing.
James and Lily were also there now and also tried to put a stop to this. "Dudley, this isn't fair and you know it."
"An unfair advantage is one the other guy has, you taught us that dad. Malfoy here came over to this table to pick a fight with someone who doesn't have any magic. He was sure the advantage was his and would quite happily use his wand on me."
Luna actually growled at that. "Not while I'm here he won't." The look she was giving Malfoy would have any of their group who knew her hiding below the bed until Luna had calmed down.
Dudley smiled his thanks to Luna before finishing his answer. "If he withdraws his challenge, I'm prepared to shake hands on the matter."
Draco was eyeing the blades with more than a little trepidation, his anger though was still controlling his mouth. "Shake hands with a muggle? I'd rather cut my hand off first than have it touch filth like that."
Dudley hated the very thought of disappointing his parents but was not for backing down here. "Mum, dad, this is something I need to do. This fool needs to learn and it's probably better coming from me. Do you want Harry on his case after he's insulted our Hermione?"
Pomona and Minerva were now involved. "Mr Potter, Miss Granger, twenty points each for some OWL level transfiguration. Mr Malfoy, despite my low opinion of you, your behavior has me continually downgrading that opinion. No matter what happens here, you will miss today's game and tonight's screening of it. Mr Dursley is a guest in this school and your behavior toward him is despicable."
Pomona couldn't help but add her two knuts worth. "I quite agree headmistress and Mr Malfoy will have a meeting with me tomorrow afternoon. His general behavior goes against everything that Hufflepuff house stands for."
Draco appeared to think this was a good thing. "I've said from the start I'm not a Hufflepuff, doesn't that just prove it? Resort me into a more suitable house."
Minerva's demeanor would have terrified students a lot braver than Draco. "Mr Malfoy, you seem to be laboring under the misconception that the other houses would welcome you with open arms. Let me assure you that is certainly not the case. Your only alternative to Hufflepuff is where your behavior appears to be leading you, straight back home to your mother."
Minerva then turned her attention to the adults present. "Professors, I'm concerned here for student's safety. You will have to convince me otherwise or this matter goes no further."
Sirius understood Minerva just had a bad few days and was looking forward to today's Quidditch match, hoping to release some of the tension around the school. The last thing she needed was this situation. "Headmistress, the fencers will be wearing equipment that protects their head and torso. The worst that can happen is a slight cut that Madam Pomfrey will fix in moments. The only thing being injured here today is some pride."
This is what she wanted to hear. Perhaps Mr Malfoy getting bested by a muggle would knock some of the arrogance out of him, she doubted it though. No Hufflepuff had ever been expelled from Hogwarts but this boy would be lucky to see the year out.
Hearing that at worst he would receive a minor injury boosted Draco's confidence no end, his arrogance was back at full volume. "Enough talking, I'm ready whenever the muggle is."
James transfigured a couple of fencing helmets and body armour while Minerva led the two boys out to the entrance hall.
With his head and torso protected, Draco felt a sense of invulnerability. When the sword was placed in his hand, his confidence saw no other outcome but his victory. It wasn't clear whether Malfoy's temper had complete control or perhaps the highland air was having a subliminal effect on him. Either way, he charged Dudley with all the passion of a highlander at Bannockburn. His wild swipe met only fresh air though, before he was falling to the floor and screaming in pain.
Dudley had simply moved his body, while leaving his foot behind to trip the charging idiot. One flick with his blade and the duel was over, he'd drawn first blood.
There were roars of laughter at where Malfoy was injured, Dudley though was too busy being congratulated by his friends as they headed back to the Slytherin table. Greg had a question he wanted to ask.
"Why did you finish it so soon? I would have enjoyed seeing you take the piss out of Malfoy."
"Sirius taught us never to muck about in a duel or a fight, any muppet can land a lucky shot."
Susan though had her mischievous look going full blast. "Hey Dud, you do realise you might have poisoned the ponce?"
This comment left everyone puzzled until he responded. "Ok Sue, I know I'm going to regret asking but how did you come up with that?"
Susan smiled sweetly before answering. "Well Dud, you gave his 'arse a nick"
The groans that followed were then met with a plea from Hermione. "Luna, we need you here as quickly as possible. You're the only one who can keep her in line."
"I can see what you mean. Sue, that joke really scraped the bottom. Wait a minute, wasn't it Dudley's blade doing that?"
This drew even more groans before they turned to laughter at Susan's expression.
Pansy though managed to sum up the entire house's feelings. "I can't believe there's two more of them."
-oOoOo-
They had pretty soon discovered why the unexpected 'guests' were at Hogwarts, Dudley, Luna and Dan would be recording today's Quidditch match. When the Hollyhead Harpies captain, Gwenog Jones, then appeared to co-commentate with Lee Jordan, the school began to get some idea of just how historic this match was going to be.
The excitement of that afternoon's game was at least matched by arriving for dinner and seeing all the famous guests there. Word had gotten around about what was actually taking place here tonight and the guests now accounted for a who's who of British Quidditch. Even the minister of magic had turned up uninvited, no one was going to throw him out for not having a ticket.
Dudley and Luna were now probably more nervous than there four friends were before the match. Dinner was soon finished and McGonagall stood to announce the main event.
"I would like to welcome all our guests here tonight and wish PMP all the best for this venture. If their broadcast manages to capture even a tenth of the atmosphere and excitement of today's match, I'm sure they'll be on to a winner."
Remus, Lee and Gwenog were the only ones who had actually seen the footage, all were confident that they could easily surpass the headmistress' expectations.
Omnioculars were the recognised way of recording small parts of Quidditch matches, the Marauders were just about to change that forever. Dan, Luna and Dudley used modified versions of these to record the actual match but there was one main difference. The Omnioculars sent the signal to a recording crystal that Remus controlled. All three signals would be on the screen at the same time. Dudley was concentrating on the quaffle and his feed occupied the lower half of the screen. Dan's task was to concentrate on the seekers, with his images being located on the top right hand quarter. Luna had more of a roving commission and was transmitting crowd reaction, beater battles and background shots, she had the top left portion of the screen. With a simple touch, Remus was able to have one portion become the full screen, two taps and it replayed the last twenty seconds to the entire screen in slow motion.
As Lee and Gwenog were watching Remus' control screen, they were able to comment in great detail about what just happened during the replays. The whole thing was being copied to the recording crystal for playing back later. With all three recording from different stands, the overall effect was better than they could possibly have hoped for.
Dan and Emma were sitting beside Sirius in the Slytherin stand, both were quickly accepted. That they were wearing Slytherin Quidditch jerseys with Granger on the back certainly helped. Dudley was with James in the Gryffindor stand while Luna sat between Lily and Amelia amongst the Hufflepuff contingent.
They had rehearsed what they would record for the opening and then it was fly by the seat of your pants time.
Lee Jordan became the first person to speak on PMP coverage of Quidditch as Luna focused in on the presenters. "Good afternoon everyone and welcome to the first Quidditch match of the Hogwarts season, Gryffindor versus Slytherin."
The roars inside the great hall were probably louder than those at the stadium earlier, James and Sirius felt some of the knots in their stomachs begin to untie.
"I would also like to welcome my beautiful co-presenter for this match, Hollyhead Harpies captain Gwenog Jones."
The cheers this time were certainly peppered with wolf whistles, they quickly died down as everyone wanted to listen to the big screen version of Gwenog. "Thanks Lee and can I say how much I'm looking forward to this match today. I remember it well from my time at Hogwarts and this clash always provided an exciting game."
As Lee began to introduce the Slytherin team, Dan's feed was now on the screen. It then switched to Dudley as the Gryffindor's took to the sky.
The quaffle was tossed and the screen reverted to the three section view they would soon become accustomed to. Five minutes into the game when Hermione scored the first goal, the crowd erupted as the slow motion action replay filled the screen. James and Sirius were on their feet, jumping about like teens with Remus dragged into the middle. The vast majority of this audience had watched this game as it was played earlier yet were clearly loving seeing it again, even knowing the eventual outcome didn't daunt their enthusiasm.
As the match ebbed and flowed between the teams, the Marauders were far more interested in observing the watchers, they had a lot of prestige riding on the outcome of this. It was easy to see that the audience wasn't too bothered about the mistakes made by the recorders, or even that there team was going to win /loose, they were just enjoying the whole experience.
The Gryffindor chasers were good, but the Slytherins were awesome. They were, smaller, lighter and on faster brooms, the Gryffindors simply couldn't catch them. Oliver Woods was playing a blinder but even he couldn't stop them pulling ahead. The Weasley twins were great beaters but the Slythering pairing wasn't bad either, the new brooms Sirius had provided evened them out to stop either set of beaters having a significant effect on the outcome of the match. When Harry pulled off the move Malfoy had attempted during their flying lesson, the entire school could see who would win the battle of the seekers. That McLaggen had just poured on speed and followed Harry into the dive saw him eating grass for his efforts.
The score was ninety - sixty in favour of Slytherin when Harry once more went into his dive, the other seeker's hesitation to follow was understandable, but also costly. Remus had been watching Harry since he learned to fly and knew this was for real, the entire screen was now taken up by the Slytherin seeker as he chased the snitch. By the time McLaggen responded, Harry was raising the little golden ball in the air, seconds before being hit by his Slytherin teammates in celebration.
The entire hall was now on its feet applauding like mad. This applause was not for the Slytherin victory, rather the achievement and ingenuity of what they'd just watched.
The Quidditch professionals in the audience had realised within the first ten minutes this system could revolutionize how their game was seen in the future. It also soon became apparent that this would be a fantastic training tool. A coach could scream until he was blue in the face and not get his message across, being able to show a player exactly what he was doing wrong would be worth a fortune.
The entire day had went a long way to pushing the memory of the intruder in the castle out of the children's minds, they were now full of more important things like Quidditch.
-oOoOo-
Xeno had been at the match and this evening's presentation in his role as editor of the Quibbler, he of course brought Maia. The Longbottoms had been on duty while Augusta and Aurora had both children at the match. All the adults of the extended family ended up back in the Potter's quarters to celebrate their achievement today while Sirius had arranged for another two beds placed in his first year dorms. They all had seen how much the group of kids had missed being together so they would be staying the night, and the Grangers were going to use the spare room belonging to James and Lily.
It was a mark of how far things had come when a muggle could spend the night in Slytherin and find himself welcome. The group of friends quickly and effortlessly integrated Dudley and Luna into their house. Luna especially was delighted with this, since she hoped to be in this year group next September.
The other Slytherin first years were surprisingly fascinated by Dudley. Here was a muggle who was not only aware of the magical world, but embraced it and was carving a place for himself in it too. He traveled here today by Portkey and had flown as a passenger on a broom. Dudley, by his very presence, showed them what was possible in the future.
Minerva was having a quiet chat with the minister in her office. After having got her Dumbledore enquiry out of the way, she asked Barty what he thought of tonight's presentation.
The minister took a moment to consider before answering. "I think those three men are amassing power and influence that Voldemort or Dumbledore could only dream of."
"You better explain that answer Barty before I get angry and throw you out my office."
"Minerva, my son was only a couple of years younger than them, you have no idea how many times I've wished Barty would have chosen his friends more carefully."
This placated the headmistress for now, but she was still waiting for an explanation. She wasn't quite prepared for the one she got.
"Voldemort wanted to mould our society to his image, using murder and terror to try and achieve his goal. Dumbledore had a different image with a different method, he manipulated people and events to form his vision of what he thought our society should be."
Minerva had no problems with what she was hearing so far.
"The public face of PMP is a werewolf, and we willingly accept this." Barty had to put his hand up to stop Minerva interrupting him. "This evening I watched a muggleborn playing Quidditch for Slytherin, and we accepted this. Tonight, a muggle is staying in the Slytherin dorm, and it's accepted he'll be welcomed there."
Minerva couldn't hold back any longer. "Barty, you're saying that as if it's a bad thing, I personally think it's a giant step forward for this school, and hopefully our society."
"Minerva, I agree with you one hundred percent. Answer me this though, how did those changes come about? You will find those three at the forefront of every one."
Now she was beginning to understand. Minerva was living with this day to day, it was only when you stepped back that you could see the strides being made.
"There is not one doubt in my mind, what we witnessed here tonight will change the way we live our lives. Anything that can bring excitement like that into our very homes is going to be a massive success. What seals it for me is they are using wizarding technology to mimic muggle developments. If they were copying muggle equipment and making it work with magic, they would face a backlash from sections of our community."
Minerva could see some of the more extreme purebloods objecting to anything muggle on pure principle. Quidditch recorded on Omnioculars, copied to a magical crystal and watched on a mirror would be instantly accepted.
"I also understand it was one of their products that alerted us to Dumbledore being inside the castle? He easily got around the Hogwarts wards and locked doors but didn't know about that system?"
"Yes, there is now a dedicated alarm built into the monitors James, Sirius and Remus carry at all times. Should Dumbledore enter the castle again, we will know at once."
"As I suggested earlier Minerva, these young men now have tremendous respect, power and wealth in our society. The methods they used to achieve these goals are also to be applauded. They show us what is possible without forcing anyone to accept a certain set of beliefs. If they can get this prototype system of theirs into production, in a few years there won't be a wizarding home in Britain without one. That isn't manipulation, merely very good business."
When Minerva considered the damage that Voldemort and Dumbledore had done, she had to agree with Barty. The marauder's methods were certainly preferable, and their results weren't too shabby either.
"I applaud what they've achieved, and the methods used. I feel they are the greatest hope for our society. I can't tell you how much it pleases me that they are teaching at Hogwarts, hopefully passing on their wisdom to the next generation. I actually envy you Minerva, you get to play your part and witness the changes firsthand."
Minerva was now slightly embarrassed for jumping down the minister's throat earlier. "These changes are only possible because of the reforms pushed through the ministry by your government Barty. Clearing out the death eaters left us all breathing cleaner air."
"I won't consider the job done until Dumbledore is dealt with, only then will I relax and perhaps consider retirement."
The last statement really knocked Minerva for six. "Surely you jest Barty? You are the best minister we've had in generations."
Barty was really off guard tonight and replied honestly. "I worked my entire life to become the minister for magic, only for my world to fall apart as I achieved my dreams. My son died just before my appointment, and Victoria soon after. Once I've gotten Dumbledore, I feel all debts have been paid and I can step back from public life."
Minerva could see the minister meant what he said.
"I'm tired of playing the game Minerva, and I think our society is going to be in good hands. I haven't enjoyed myself in years as much as I did tonight, perhaps I could get a PMP system as a retrial presentation? I think though it was all the company that made it so special tonight, children's laughter is good for the soul."
Minerva smiled as she wholeheartedly agreed with that last statement. "Well Barty, you're welcome back at Hogwarts anytime. I'll send you an owl when the next game is being broadcast."
This actually drew a smile from the stern man. "I'd like that Minerva, I'd like that a lot."
-oOoOo-
At breakfast next morning, Dudley was probably the most popular student inside Hogwarts. To those with a muggle background, he was their link to a world they didn't see for ten months of the year. He received many requests for what should be broadcast on the screen. To those of a magical background, this was no ordinary muggle. Here was the person who would help bring professional Quidditch right into the great hall of Hogwarts. After watching how the system worked with a school game, they couldn't wait to see how the pros looked close up and in slow motion replay.
Dudley and Luna had slotted right back into the way the six had always been, this finally dispelled any lingering doubts that the separation would affect their relationships with each other. They all walked with Remus and the Grangers to the edge of the wards, Luna was staying in Crawley tonight.
Dan and Emma were hugging the four staying behind for all they were worth, they also missed their house filled with the laughter of children. There were no tears though as the port key took half the group away, their mirrors would keep them in touch until they got together again at Christmas. The four young Slytherins walked back to the castle, they'd had quite the weekend.
-oOoOo-
Severus Snape was also having quite the weekend, his first outside Azkaban in almost a decade. The little cottage at Spinners End was not in the best of shape but it was a virtual palace compared to his recent accommodation. Just the absence of Dementors was enough for Severus to almost break out in a smile, almost.
With what little money he had squirreled away, Severus had managed to purchase some potions ingredients in order to improve his health. Being able to brew a potion again was certainly improving his wellbeing, he just needed to get better fast. Severus had seen what was happening inside Azkaban and was amazed he made it out alive, Barty Crouch was certainly one to hold a grudge. His aim now was to get well enough so he could then get as far away from Britain as possible, this potion would be the first step. Severus almost spilled the cauldron when he heard the voice behind him.
"Oh Severus, what have they done to you my boy?"
"Albus? What the fuck are you doing here?"
"You didn't think I would forget about you now, did you?"
In the last ten years, Severus had probably been as lonely and had as little human contact as Albus Dumbledore. That didn't mean he was keen to catch up on old times with his former headmaster.
"Just you being here could see me back in Azkaban by tonight..."
"Don't worry my boy, no one else knows about your little love nest. We'll be safe here..."
"We? What the fuck is this we? There is no we!"
"Now Severus, calm down. We have work to do."
The newly released prisoner was in shock at the old fool's audacity. Albus took this silence as agreement and continued with his ravings, he really didn't require much encouragement.
"With both the Potter and Longbottom boys now in Hogwarts, Voldemort is sure to make a play for them. Even without the prophecy, he'll want to kill both boys. We need to be there..."
Severus regained his voice and used it to try and force some sense into the old wizard. "The dark lord is dead. I was there and saw him destroyed before I passed out, he's not coming back no matter who is at Hogwarts."
"Oh Severus, don't be so naive..."
"Naive? Oh I was certainly naive, that's how I ended up between two manipulative bastards. I spent ten years in Azkaban because of that naivety. Those ten years totally cured me of that affliction. Take whatever scheme you're working on and get out of my house."
"But Severus, you must help me..."
"Must? The only thing I must do is get out of this country, and away from you. Get out of my house before I call the aurors myself."
Dumbledore now wore an expression more akin to that of a child who just watched a hippogriff eat their puppy. "Severus, you've changed?"
"Azkaban will do that to you. I consider myself lucky to get out of there alive, and have no intention of ever going back there. Get out of my house!"
Dumbledore attempted to leave with some dignity. "I shall say goodbye for now and give you a few days to think this over. I understand how hellish that place can be but I'm also sure you are strong enough to recover, becoming once more the wizard that you were."
Severus tried one last time to get through to the deluded old bastard. "Albus, that Severus Snape is gone for good. I hope to rebuild my life but it won't be in Britain, just like we will never meet again. This really is goodbye."
Watching him leave, Severus now knew he had to bring forward any plans he had. The house would have to be sold and any money raised forwarded to him. If word that he had met Albus Dumbledore got out, the former prisoner of Azkaban would be reunited with the accommodation he'd just left.
Severus had no way of knowing that he was already too late. The Daily Prophet's chief reporter had spotted Severus Snape slinking into the apothecary, Rita didn't get to be chief reporter without taking a few chances. Severus had returned home with a stowaway clinging to the back of his robes and the small beetle had taken a vantage point that allowed her to witness the entire scene that just enfolded.
Originally she had been delighted to discover the death eater had a home that had escaped the goblins' notice, thinking what a fine story that would make. Now, that information was a mere footnote in a much more explosive piece.
That Dumbledore should appear was a gift from the gods, a gift Rita fully intended to share with the entire country. Add to that, the crazy old coot's apparent reason for breaking into Hogwarts last week and she was mentally composing her acceptance speech for her golden quill award. Throwing in the names Potter and Longbottom would grab even more attention.
The magical community of Britain was well aware these two families were very close, along with Bones they apparently made up almost half of this year's Slytherin Quidditch team. Bring in the whole PMP angle and these revelations could rock their world.
Rita was glad she was in here beetle form as it suddenly struck her that the stupid old wizard must have thought both boys were in Gryffindor, she wanted to roll about with laughter as headlines formed in her head.
'Albus Prowling at Wrong Boys' Door' would do for now, her boss wasn't the only one who could have fun with dopy Dumbledore's name. She just needed this death eater to leave the room before making her escape. Rita Skeeter had a story to write, and what a story!