Flash! Smoke trails from a box camera, and the quartet of champions blink. A paunchy photograph nods listlessly.
Photography: Thank you
Rita Skeeter: Well, now, aren't we the charismatic quartet
Marlene groaned, saying, " Oh, for fucking Merlin's sake, not her"
" I hate her so much"
" She is a bitch"
A woman steps through the smoke into the light, eyeing the four champions with an almost feral intensity. Rita Skeeter.
Rita Skeeter: Hello everyone. I'm Rita Skeeter, and I write for the Daily Prophet, but you all know that, don't you? It's you, we don't know. What quirks lurk beneath the rosy cheeks? What mysteries do the muscles mask? Does courage lie beneath the curls? In short: What makes a champion tick? I want to know. Not to mention my rapid readers. So, who's feeling up to sharing? Hm? Shall we start with the youngest? Lovely
Cedric: I wouldn't if i were yo---
Sketter drags Harry inside a broom closet, drops him onto a cardboard box, and slams shut the door.
Rita Skeeter: Ah, nice and cozy
Harry: It's a fucking brooms cupboard
Rita skeeter: You must feel right at home then. Don't you mind if I use a Quic quotes Quill?
Harry: It is illegal, and i mind
All chuckles and snorts
Harry watches Skeeter take a quill and place it upright on the piece of parchment
Rita Skeeter: Tell me, Harry here you sit, a mere boy of twelve
Maradures, mikealsons, Silver Trio, the Weasleys, prewetts, Lily, Kiara, and their friends, along with F.G said
"Fourteen"
Harry looks at her deadpan
Harry: Fourteen
Rita Skeeter: About to compete against three students not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself but who have mastered spells you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams concerned?
All the people in the hall sat their speechless
Rebekha said, " Let me fucking have her light i will torcher her so much even god will pity her"
Lily, Bellatrix and Merlene" Oh we will hell you"
Kiara said, " Why isn't she here? Someone get her here. I'm going to kill her"
Sahithi is sitting silently as her eyes are now gold colour with vines are visible under her eyes
Harry: No comment
Harry glances at quill
Rita Skeeter: Ignore the quill, dear. Of course, you're no ordinary boy of twelve, are you?
"Fourteen"
Harry: Fourteen---
Rita Skeeter: You're Harry Potter. Orphaned in childhood, Conqueror of YOU-KNOW-WHO, your story is a legend. Do you think the trauma of your past is what made you so keen to enter a dangerous tournament?
Harry clenched his fists.
Harry: I didn't enter that!
Rita Skeeter: Of course you didn't, dear. everyone loves a rebel, Harry. Scratch that last part
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FanfictionIt's 1976, and the students at Hogwarts are in the midst of dinner on Halloween when eight movies appear, and they are joined by 9 unknown young witches and wizards. what happens when secrets and feelings are revealed? how will a group react when th...
