❝𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲?❞
❝𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 had a few, perhaps a little or more than a palm of qualms in his life. First up was the whole "The Boy-Who-Lived" shenanigans, then there was an ungodly am...
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XXIX. THE BURNING OF A PROPHETESS
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"When it's "Burn the bitch," they're shrieking
When the truth comes out, it's quiet"
APPARENTLY, IT WAS UNKNOWN WHEN exactly Rita's interview with Harry would appear in The Quibbler. Luna said vaguely that her father was expecting a lovely long article on recent sightings of Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. "And, of course, that'll be a very important story, so Harry's might have to wait for the following issue," said Luna.
"Yes... important," Hermione had to bite back a snarky remark as she smiled, which was simply a pure delight for Harry, who bore witness of this exchange.
Either way, Marjorie couldn't help but feel a sense of pride within her. It was clear as day that Harry had never wished to talk about the night when Voldemort had returned, and it surely wasn't easy either to tell the tale to Rita Skeeter of all people, who had pressed him for every detail. But he managed; he did it and Marjorie couldn't be ever more prouder, yet also surprised.
Harry did not hold back, despite his discomfort. He had given her everything he could remember, knowing that this was his one big opportunity to tell the world the truth. But the true question: was how people would react to this. Perhaps they would view him more insane than before, what with his story appearing alongside Luna's father's Crumple-Horned Snorkacks story, but he couldn't find it himself to care all that much.
The breakout of Bellatrix Lestrange and her fellow Death Eaters had given Harry a burning desire to do something, whether it worked or not...
"Can't wait to see what Umbridge thinks of you going public," said Dean, sounding awestruck at dinner on Monday night. Seamus was shovelling down large amounts of chicken-and-ham pie on Dean's other side, but he was listening.
"It's the right thing to do, Harry," said Neville, who was sitting opposite him. He was rather pale, but went on in a low voice, "It must have been... tough... talking about it... Was it?"
"Yeah," mumbled Harry, "but people have got to know what Voldemort's capable of, haven't they?"
"That's right," said Neville, nodding, "and his Death Eaters too..."
"People will know, Neville," said Marjorie with a knowing tone of assurance.
Neville stared at her with an indecipherable gaze. But he nodded again, "People should know..."
His left his sentence hanging and returned to his baked potato. Marjorie knew how revolutionary this meant for him; it was personal. Neville had suffered because of Voldemort's Death Eaters, and for him, this was a step towards justice. Marjorie patted his head, to which earned her a confused look from Neville, but she shook her head and smiled before she let them move out of the portrait hole for dinner, leaving in the company of Harry and Hermione.
