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Adult ++
Chapters:
60
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19,956
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189
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The Daily Prophet
Chapter 27:- The Daily Prophet
Monday mornings were usually the busiest time of the week for students and teachers alike at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students were trying to finish up essays for their first classes of the day, and getting breakfast at the same time. Hogwarts was slowly creeping back to normality. Although the chatter wasn’t as great as it once had been, there was a feeling of general peace. The students had no one to fear any longer, but they still had lost most of their friends, family and teachers were coming to terms, admittedly slowly, with their losses.
With the dreaded Potions Master, Severus Snape, gone, the students were no longer in fear of getting detention or losing house points; if it wasn’t for the fact that they had lost so many friends, Albus was sure that Hogwarts would have been the scene for many more festivities. Headmaster Dumbledore now took over the Potions classroom. He was a lot less strict than Professor Snape had been. The Headmaster promised that the Potions Master would be back - he was simply on an extended holiday. The students had groaned at this, but had said nothing about it since.
Albus was seated at the head table in the Great Hall, looking around at the students. It was simply remarkable how resilient the children were, especially the seventh year Gryffindors, who had lost almost three quarters of their year to the Final Battle. The Slytherins were also missing quite a few from their ranks and the Slytherin table looked quite bare. The Golden Trio were noticeably absent and their seats were left vacant, as a sign of respect.
Minerva was eating quietly to his right whilst the other teachers were trying to make small talk. Professor Remus Lupin had taken the Defence Against The Dark Arts position once more. Albus had argued to the board that he was the most qualified applicant, in this particular subject, and on such short notice they hadn’t had time to oppose him.
Word had spread like wildfire that Voldemort was gone, and impromptu parties were breaking out all across the wizarding world. The Headmaster himself had received hundreds of owls daily asking him whether it was true or not.
Albus knew it was just a matter of time until the papers got hold of the true story and what really went down at the Final Battle. He had tried his best to keep them away from Hogwarts, stating that this was an institute of learning, not some Muggle film set. They had all respected his wishes after he had erected stronger wards around the school. The Minister had obviously done a fine job keeping them away from the school and for that, Albus was grateful.
He was torn from his inner thoughts as owls suddenly swooped into the Great Hall, carrying with them the morning letters. He was not at all surprised when a rather stern-looking owl dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet in front of his bowl of oatmeal. What startled him was the fact that the owl didn’t stay for the payment of the paper and just took off in the direction of the double doors.
Shaking his head, he unfolded the paper and looked at the cover. Fixing his spectacles, he took in the wizard photograph of the Hogwarts Castle - 'breathtaking,' he thought to himself. Then his eyes wandered to the heading above it. Both of his eyebrows shot up into the air for a second and he blinked twice to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him.
Astonished, he took in the words printed on the page in front of him, “Dumbledore, Friend or Foe?”
***
Severus frowned when he read the list of ingredients that were necessary for the potion. He looked at the steps to complete the potion and his frown deepened. To say it was difficult would be an understatement. Taking a deep breath in, he released it slowly before looking up at Tolmie.
“This has to be the most complicated potion that I have ever seen,” he said whist frowning. “It even surpasses the Wolfsbane Potion.”
Tolmie gave him a huge smile. “Well, I thought you were the best.” Tolmie spoke with a smile still on his face, which reached well into his eyes. “Besides, if you’re anything like me, you will enjoy the challenge.”
Severus just sighed at Tolmie’s words. What he really needed now was a shower and somewhere to sleep, as he was exhausted from the day’s uncharacteristic unravelling.
“I need to rest,” Severus began. “We can start to tackle this when it’s light outside at least.”
Tolmie smiled at the Potions Master. Gesturing with his hand, he showed Severus to his quarters.
***
Albus folded up the newspaper in his hands. Standing and making some comment to Minerva beside him about an important meeting that he had just remembered about, he made his way to his office.
Fury was burrowed deep inside him, but on the outside he looked his usual calm self.
He made his way past the gargoyle and up the spiral staircase to his office. When he opened the door he was greeted by Fawkes, and he smiled sweetly at the phoenix.
“Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse,” he spoke to his familiar as he would to a person, “I find myself at quite a loss.” He took his seat behind the desk.
Taking out the paper that was folded underneath his arm, he placed it on top of the desk. Glaring at the front page, he began to read.
Dumbledore, Friend or Foe?
It has come to the attention of the wizarding community, as well as this reporter, that Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of the renowned Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, claims to have defeated He Who Must Not Be Named whilst sacrificing most of his students.
This reporter speculates that this is a ploy by said Headmaster to gain public support, after which he plans on taking over Cornelius Fudge’s role as Minister of Magic.
Apparently he had Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, killed off along with anyone who opposed his new regime.
I would not want such a dictator in power, and according to a recent poll, neither would anyone else in the wizarding world.
Here is what was said by one Dolores Umbridge, who is in one of the highest Ministry positions,
When I took over for Albus Dumbledore a couple of years back, I found him to be lax in all procedures concerning the school. He had students running around at all hours of the day and night, clearly for his own devices, and he acted quite a fool when confronted with the situation.
Dolores Umbridge
I truly believe that He Who Must Not Be Named never came back to power. He was killed by Harry Potter some eighteen years ago. The said Headmaster is a very powerful wizard and it would take nothing for him to implant his will on Harry Potter, a boy without a family, and one so young, trusting and naïve.
This ‘activity’ by the said ‘Death Eaters’ was all a strategic plan by Albus Dumbledore to keep you, my faithful readers, in constant panic for your lives.
So I ask you, is Albus Dumbledore a trusted friend? Do you feel comfortable with him teaching the next generation of wizards and witches? Or is he truly up to no good, wielding his power from a seat of authority? I will let you decide. However I know if I had a little one in that school, I would take them out of there quicker than you could blink.
Rita Skeeter.
Dumbledore folded up the paper, a look of quiet pensiveness on his face. ‘What is Cornelius up to now?’ he thought. ‘Besides wanting me out of the school. Is Miss Hermione Granger really that important to him?’
All thoughts would have to wait until he had talked to Severus. He would find out how his search was progressing. He would have his hands full with the board in the next few days and wasn’t looking forward to defending his place in the school.
He heard a tapping on his window and turned around to see a rather angry looking barn owl.
‘Let the accusations begin.’ He mentally prepared himself as he stood from his desk and went over to the window to let the owl in.
***
Hermione’s confusion deepened as the days turned into nights. She was afraid she was slowly losing her mind. Images were flashing before her eyes, and as quickly as they had come, they were gone once more.
‘What is happening to me?’ she thought desperately, her brow furrowed in concentration. It hurt her to think, so she closed her eyes and let the peacefulness of sleep wash over her.
***
A/N:- Well I am going away for a week, yippee for me, I promise that I will have the next chapter ready for you all when I get back. WHAT? Aren’t I allowed a holiday? I know if you all had your way I would be tied up to my computer until this story is finished. LOL
Happy New Year by the way, I hope that 2006 sees you all happy and healthy.
Thank you to my glorious beta, LydiaCarol, who sends me back my beta’ed work as fast as I can type it. SLAVE DRIVER, LOL!!!
Disclaimer:- Am not making a cent off writing this so you will have to be patient. The world of Harry Potter (although he is not in my story, he he he) belongs to JKR!!!
Monday mornings were usually the busiest time of the week for students and teachers alike at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students were trying to finish up essays for their first classes of the day, and getting breakfast at the same time. Hogwarts was slowly creeping back to normality. Although the chatter wasn’t as great as it once had been, there was a feeling of general peace. The students had no one to fear any longer, but they still had lost most of their friends, family and teachers were coming to terms, admittedly slowly, with their losses.
With the dreaded Potions Master, Severus Snape, gone, the students were no longer in fear of getting detention or losing house points; if it wasn’t for the fact that they had lost so many friends, Albus was sure that Hogwarts would have been the scene for many more festivities. Headmaster Dumbledore now took over the Potions classroom. He was a lot less strict than Professor Snape had been. The Headmaster promised that the Potions Master would be back - he was simply on an extended holiday. The students had groaned at this, but had said nothing about it since.
Albus was seated at the head table in the Great Hall, looking around at the students. It was simply remarkable how resilient the children were, especially the seventh year Gryffindors, who had lost almost three quarters of their year to the Final Battle. The Slytherins were also missing quite a few from their ranks and the Slytherin table looked quite bare. The Golden Trio were noticeably absent and their seats were left vacant, as a sign of respect.
Minerva was eating quietly to his right whilst the other teachers were trying to make small talk. Professor Remus Lupin had taken the Defence Against The Dark Arts position once more. Albus had argued to the board that he was the most qualified applicant, in this particular subject, and on such short notice they hadn’t had time to oppose him.
Word had spread like wildfire that Voldemort was gone, and impromptu parties were breaking out all across the wizarding world. The Headmaster himself had received hundreds of owls daily asking him whether it was true or not.
Albus knew it was just a matter of time until the papers got hold of the true story and what really went down at the Final Battle. He had tried his best to keep them away from Hogwarts, stating that this was an institute of learning, not some Muggle film set. They had all respected his wishes after he had erected stronger wards around the school. The Minister had obviously done a fine job keeping them away from the school and for that, Albus was grateful.
He was torn from his inner thoughts as owls suddenly swooped into the Great Hall, carrying with them the morning letters. He was not at all surprised when a rather stern-looking owl dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet in front of his bowl of oatmeal. What startled him was the fact that the owl didn’t stay for the payment of the paper and just took off in the direction of the double doors.
Shaking his head, he unfolded the paper and looked at the cover. Fixing his spectacles, he took in the wizard photograph of the Hogwarts Castle - 'breathtaking,' he thought to himself. Then his eyes wandered to the heading above it. Both of his eyebrows shot up into the air for a second and he blinked twice to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him.
Astonished, he took in the words printed on the page in front of him, “Dumbledore, Friend or Foe?”
***
Severus frowned when he read the list of ingredients that were necessary for the potion. He looked at the steps to complete the potion and his frown deepened. To say it was difficult would be an understatement. Taking a deep breath in, he released it slowly before looking up at Tolmie.
“This has to be the most complicated potion that I have ever seen,” he said whist frowning. “It even surpasses the Wolfsbane Potion.”
Tolmie gave him a huge smile. “Well, I thought you were the best.” Tolmie spoke with a smile still on his face, which reached well into his eyes. “Besides, if you’re anything like me, you will enjoy the challenge.”
Severus just sighed at Tolmie’s words. What he really needed now was a shower and somewhere to sleep, as he was exhausted from the day’s uncharacteristic unravelling.
“I need to rest,” Severus began. “We can start to tackle this when it’s light outside at least.”
Tolmie smiled at the Potions Master. Gesturing with his hand, he showed Severus to his quarters.
***
Albus folded up the newspaper in his hands. Standing and making some comment to Minerva beside him about an important meeting that he had just remembered about, he made his way to his office.
Fury was burrowed deep inside him, but on the outside he looked his usual calm self.
He made his way past the gargoyle and up the spiral staircase to his office. When he opened the door he was greeted by Fawkes, and he smiled sweetly at the phoenix.
“Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse,” he spoke to his familiar as he would to a person, “I find myself at quite a loss.” He took his seat behind the desk.
Taking out the paper that was folded underneath his arm, he placed it on top of the desk. Glaring at the front page, he began to read.
Dumbledore, Friend or Foe?
It has come to the attention of the wizarding community, as well as this reporter, that Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of the renowned Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, claims to have defeated He Who Must Not Be Named whilst sacrificing most of his students.
This reporter speculates that this is a ploy by said Headmaster to gain public support, after which he plans on taking over Cornelius Fudge’s role as Minister of Magic.
Apparently he had Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, killed off along with anyone who opposed his new regime.
I would not want such a dictator in power, and according to a recent poll, neither would anyone else in the wizarding world.
Here is what was said by one Dolores Umbridge, who is in one of the highest Ministry positions,
When I took over for Albus Dumbledore a couple of years back, I found him to be lax in all procedures concerning the school. He had students running around at all hours of the day and night, clearly for his own devices, and he acted quite a fool when confronted with the situation.
Dolores Umbridge
I truly believe that He Who Must Not Be Named never came back to power. He was killed by Harry Potter some eighteen years ago. The said Headmaster is a very powerful wizard and it would take nothing for him to implant his will on Harry Potter, a boy without a family, and one so young, trusting and naïve.
This ‘activity’ by the said ‘Death Eaters’ was all a strategic plan by Albus Dumbledore to keep you, my faithful readers, in constant panic for your lives.
So I ask you, is Albus Dumbledore a trusted friend? Do you feel comfortable with him teaching the next generation of wizards and witches? Or is he truly up to no good, wielding his power from a seat of authority? I will let you decide. However I know if I had a little one in that school, I would take them out of there quicker than you could blink.
Rita Skeeter.
Dumbledore folded up the paper, a look of quiet pensiveness on his face. ‘What is Cornelius up to now?’ he thought. ‘Besides wanting me out of the school. Is Miss Hermione Granger really that important to him?’
All thoughts would have to wait until he had talked to Severus. He would find out how his search was progressing. He would have his hands full with the board in the next few days and wasn’t looking forward to defending his place in the school.
He heard a tapping on his window and turned around to see a rather angry looking barn owl.
‘Let the accusations begin.’ He mentally prepared himself as he stood from his desk and went over to the window to let the owl in.
***
Hermione’s confusion deepened as the days turned into nights. She was afraid she was slowly losing her mind. Images were flashing before her eyes, and as quickly as they had come, they were gone once more.
‘What is happening to me?’ she thought desperately, her brow furrowed in concentration. It hurt her to think, so she closed her eyes and let the peacefulness of sleep wash over her.
***
A/N:- Well I am going away for a week, yippee for me, I promise that I will have the next chapter ready for you all when I get back. WHAT? Aren’t I allowed a holiday? I know if you all had your way I would be tied up to my computer until this story is finished. LOL
Happy New Year by the way, I hope that 2006 sees you all happy and healthy.
Thank you to my glorious beta, LydiaCarol, who sends me back my beta’ed work as fast as I can type it. SLAVE DRIVER, LOL!!!
Disclaimer:- Am not making a cent off writing this so you will have to be patient. The world of Harry Potter (although he is not in my story, he he he) belongs to JKR!!!