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He would have let it go, would have ignored her pathetic attempts at ridicule and mockery so long as she kept her sights solely on him.
But she hadn't.
Veela sisters attempt to force their will on Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry's eyes scanned down the page, his face slowly twitching in displeasure as he took in the article. Apparently, Rita Skeeter had believed that not only was he too weak to resist the Allure, but also that Fleur and her sister were attempting to turn him into some sort of mindless slave for their sick desires.
He was… upset… and it was becoming rather clear based upon how most of his House had opted to vacate the Common Room and seek relative safety elsewhere. It was a foolish notion really, if he was truly upset with them there would be nowhere they could run or hide.
No one was beyond his reach, and this fact had been true for years.
"Dobby"
The Elf appeared instantly, head bowed in what it perceived as a respectful notion of servitude. "Yes, Master Harry Potter."
"I would like you to setup a meeting between myself and Miss Skeeter."
"Of course, Master when shall Dobby arrange this to be?"
The raven-haired boy gave a thoughtful hum. The sooner the better really, he was sure that the article would be reaching the two French Witches by noon which would undoubtedly cause quite a fuss and…
He paused, when had he begun caring about their feelings? Previously the only one whose emotions he even mildly considered was Hedwig… but that had changed, grown since beginning Hogwarts. Luna had been added onto that list, and then Ginny and Hermione, soon after Tonks had even managed to make her way there as well.
And Draco… and Neville…
Bloody hell, he wasn't even sleeping with them…
Dobby cringed backwards, whimpering at the apparent displeasure, and raw power, that was radiating from his Master. The slight noise refocused the teen's emotions. Apparently, he could add Dobby onto that growing list as well…
And his godfathers.
"This afternoon Dobby, if she refuses go to the owner of the paper."
"Dobby will do, thank you Master." the small creature blinked out of existence once more, leaving Harry to contemplate his newly found feelings .
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"We should have bought him more…"
Remus gave an exaggerated sigh, his best friend was still, apparently, hung up on the fact that they hadn't been able to figure out enough of what their godson wanted to fill a room completely full of presents.
"Padfoot it is fine . I doubt Harry would want half that stuff anyway."
"B-b-but… Quidditch…"
Moony rolled his eyes, "If you were a teenage boy would you rather have a bunch of flying gear that you will never use… or a week full of sex with multiple girls?"
The man had the audacity to think about it, earning a growl from the Werewolf.
"I'm kidding Moony relax, I just… I mean I missed out on a lot of birthdays… and holidays… and just… days."
"I know how you feel Padfoot, trust me I do. But we can't go back and change that, besides I think that Harry…"
A soft pop alerted the men to Dobby appearing in the room. "Master's godfathers."
"Dobby is everything okay?"
"Master Harry Potter would like to know how easily the Daily Prophet could be purchased."
Lupin blinked a few times in confusion, while Sirius himself took on a rather contemplative expression. "Well assuming the owner wants to sell we could own it by dinner at the latest. Doubt it would cost us even a percent of the Black Fortune… Oooo is that what he wants for Christmas? Cause we can make that shit happen!"
The House-Elf nodded, "Master Harry Potter is going to be…" the creature paused, almost as if uncomfortable for a moment, "speaking with them about their article… if that does not work he will want to buy."
"Wait… what article?" The scarred man inquired, causing the creature to hand over said paper before departing.
Grimmauld Place was filled with rather angry snarls and profanities for several hours afterwards.
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"Please have a seat Harry, may I call you Harry?"
"No."
Rita hid her wince, before nodding with a slight, uncomfortable, laugh and setting up her parchment and Quick-Quill. "I understand you wanted to speak with me?"
"Yes, you will be posting a retraction about what you wrote concerning the Yule Ball. I do not appreciate my personal life being thrown around on the front pages and I will not allow you to make up facts concerning the Delacours or myself."
"Come now Har… Mr. Potter, this is how the press works. Since you would not give me an interview I had to make do with what I had available. Surely you understand that as a Slytherin."
"I also understand that you should consider who you are writing about before publishing."
"Making threats Mr. Potter? You really should know better, never start a verbal war with a journalist, we have a habit of finding out exactly what you don't want revealed."
The teen merely stared at her, no expression on his face, allowing her to continue, her confidence building as she 'smelled blood in the water'. "Perhaps a story about all of your little escapades hm? Or all the 'relationships' you are having. It would be quite the story to reveal that not only an Auror, but also at least one teacher was sleeping with a student. And how do you think the Weasley's will feel about their daughter spending so much quality time with you? Then there is that lovely little blonde… what was her name again? Oh yes, Luna. I hear her father runs the Quibbler, I am sure that…"
Something moved in her peripheral vision, odd considering they were alone in an interview room. Rita turned slightly, before she was thrown back against the table, falling to the floor as pain shot through her body. The discomfort was forgotten an instance later as she beheld exactly what had attacked her.
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