There were no words for the monstrosity now pinning her to the floor. It was a demon from the darkest pits of the worst nightmares. Spider-like legs, a twisting, disgusting body, and dozens of mouths and eyes covering nearly every inch. It was large, and pitch black, the eyes glowing red like fire in the shadows.
She tried to scream, but found pincers wrapped around her throat, preventing her from doing so as her limbs were held down by the monster's own. It began to lower itself towards her torso, a gaping maw sliding open as razor sharp teeth prepared to tear into her body.
Skeeter looked around in horror, desperate to find anything to save her… but found only a single boy, watching with expressionless, and pitiless, eyes as the creature bit down and…
A scream echoed through the office of the Daily Prophet, sending several reporters and staff barging into the room to see Harry Potter rising out of his chair in concern, while Rita Skeeter flailed about on the floor nearby.
"Skeeter! The hell is wrong with you!?" Before her colleague could reach out to shake her, the woman seemed to wake up, and screamed even louder, scooting back against the wall as terror filled her eyes.
"What did you…"
Before the editor could finish his accusation towards the only other person who had been present in the room the boy's eyes lit up in anger themselves, "I don't know what kind of paper you are running that would have me interview with someone who is clearly out of their mind, but I assure you that you will be hearing from my godfathers, and their lawyers. If this is who you have printing lies and falsities about me I will have you shut down in a week!" The teen rose and stormed off, muttering to himself about inept and incompetent adults.
...
A soft knocking interrupted the Delacour's, rather late, lunch. The matron rose to answer the door, answering loudly enough that the others would be aware of their guest.
"Greetings Lord Potter."
"Please, just Harry, Madame I was hoping to speak with…"
"HARRY!" Gabrielle squealed happily as she bolted into the living area.
Her father and sister followed afterwards, with Fleur chuckling as the young girl had practically tackled the teenage boy. "Harry, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?"
"Not quite, but I figured it would be better for me to stop in now rather than later after you read the article."
"What article?" The other male inquired, before being handed the Daily Prophet. Moments later his eyes gleamed with something, although whether it was approval or annoyance his family didn't quite know.
"Dear, what is…"
Jean Delacour frowned slightly, before tossing the paper onto the table, not even bothering to allow his wife to read the article, "It appears as though some of the English reporters have taken to voicing their opinions on the relationship between our daughters and Lord Potter."
"I have already taken care of it sir."
The family turned to the boy, who grinned back. "Seems they did not understand the implications they were making, a casual reminder or two of who could very easily own their paper and they were more than happy to agree about printing an apology later today."
"I appreciate the courtesy."
He nodded, before turning to leave.
"Oh, don't go Lord Potter, we were just sitting down for lunch. Please join us." the older woman spoke, gently steering him back into the carriage.
"Well…"
"Not only that but I am sure we can continue our discussion on business a bit later hm?" the oldest man noted, earning a, seemingly hesitant, nod from the other male.
...
Needless to say, when Sirius Black and Remus Lupin had heard about the 'incident' they had practically jumped at the chance to defend their godson's honor, despite the fact it had already been taken care of.
Thus, the duo had used the Floo and booked an impromptu meeting with the head of the Daily Prophet.
"And I swear if I even think that you are attempting to interview my godson without my permission again I will have you, and every bloody employee in this building arrested!" The Black Lord shouted, while the Werewolf merely paced back and forth in the office of the newspaper owner.
Said, slightly overweight and balding, man merely stuttered out his reply, "Y-yes o-of course L-Lord Black. I p-promise y-you that…"
A pair of hands slammed down on the table, making it shake from the force as the scarred man loomed in towards the man, who promptly shrunk back in fear, "Do. Not. Promise ." He growled deeply, his voice melding with the beast inside him. "Just do ."
Barely managing a nod the man practically squeaked in terror as Sirius rose, before placing his hand gently on his best friend's shoulder. "Come on Moony, I think we have spent enough time in this place . If a retraction is not printed in the next twenty-four hours I will have you sued for everything you are worth."
With that the two turned and left, slamming the door behind them. With that the man let out the breath he had been holding, before shakily reaching for his Wand to summon one of his writers.
...
We here at the Daily Prophet would like to apologize for the article written earlier today concerning Lord Potter, the French Champion Fleur Delacour, and her younger sister Gabrielle Delacour. It has become very apparent that the author, Rita Skeeter, has been suffering from mental health problems, and that the article was written without any factual or circumstantial evidence. Miss Skeeter has been put on a leave of absence until such time that she can be certifiably cleared to continue her work.
Rest assured that we at the Prophet take our reporting, and fact checking, very seriously and will be going over all publications of the past year for previous errors caused by our own employee. Once more we apologize for any damage that may have been caused to any of those involved.
Harry smirked as he set down the paper, he sincerely doubted that Skeeter would ever be recovering from the trauma he had put her through, and if she did well… there could always be a follow-up interview.
"That was sweet of you Harry."
He glanced up to his white-haired companion as she walked closer to him.
"You didn't need to do that. I know you slept with Fleur but to spare her and her sister's feelings… it was very kind."
"Rather uncharacteristic of me isn't it…" she smiled, before straddling him on the chair he was sitting on.
"Lately, no and I think it is a… rather beautiful change."
His hands found her legs, before traveling upwards towards her thighs. "Perhaps I have a slightly different opinion on beauty… and would like to see a bit more of it right now…"
He claimed her mouth, before silently locking down his room for the rest of the day.
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