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DAILY PROPHET
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    The hearing of Harry Potter.
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Charged for producing a Patronus charm in front of a muggle.

Using magic underage, fighting Dementors off.

Dumbledore had defended Harry Potter with presenting the witness of the said event.
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Cornelius Fudge had been on edge of Dementors being in Muggle suburbs.
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with Dumbledore suggesting a full-scale inquiry of Azkaban, mounting an attack with no authorization.
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With Lord Voldemort coming back. Dumbledore had said this attack might be because of the Dark Lord.
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Harry Potter has been cleared of all charges.
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DAILY PROPHET

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The four of us are on our way to see Harry off.

As Padfoot had a private talk with Harry, the three of us guarded the door.

Be careful of not letting muggles come in.

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"He loves Harry a lot.."
Tonks stated,

"I can see... He was with me during the Triwizard tournament. Following me around as a dog,"
We chuckled, seeing how Sirius loves Harry.

"He'd do everything and anything for that boy."
Moody gruntled,

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Harry walked out, greeting us all goodbye as he walked off alone.

Padfoot followed us back, whining every so often.

"Padfoot, you'll see him next time! He won't be gone forever.."
He whined even more,

I rolled my eyes, giving him a slice of pound cake.

"You're favorite."
I laughed as he ate, tail wagging.
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"Sirius it's not that... Ugh!"
He laughed, knowing what I was about to say.

"It's not that Sirius?"

"Whatever.. Anyway, Harry's gonna be fine. He's in his fifth year now, just because the Ministry is interfering.."

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"The Daily Prophet is saying a lot of things about Harry and Dumbledore as well, it's hard not to worry.."
He said, folding up the newspaper.

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"Only because they paid the journalists of the Daily Prophet.."
I mused, drinking my orange juice.

Tonks looked at me, narrowing her eyes.
"Dora, you're a journalist for the Daily Prophet.. Why haven't you been writing about Harry and Dumbledore?"

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I laughed,
"You see, it's easy to separate fools from their money."

I showed them my coin purse,
"And besides, I did write about Dumbledore and Harry.."

"Just not what they thought I'd write about,"
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They laughed, impressed I went against the Ministry.
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"Are you sure you're a Hufflepuff? You'd be a great Slytherin."
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"Just raised well by a Slytherin, Padfoot."
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Visiting the Diggory family, they were quite happy to see me.

"Ella! So good to see my dear,"
Amos hugged me, inviting me in.

"Nice to see you too,"
I smiled, looking over at Mrs. Diggory.

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"Being a journalist it's... It's amazing yet tiring.."
I let out a breath,

"We're so proud of you, dear.."

The atmosphere had suddenly changed, the three of us staying silent.

It was cold and still, numb. Lifeless, as if we weren't laughing a few seconds ago.

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"I better go.. Got work and such."

"Right.. Yes, yes.. We'll see you soon?"

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I nodded, hugging them goodbye.
"Yes, I'll see you soon."

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Cornelius Fudge walked amongst us journalist, answering questions thrown at him. Smearing Dumbledore's name as praising Dolores umbridge,
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"Dolores Umbridge will, as High Inqusitors, have powers to address the seriously falling standards at Hogwarts school."

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Voices overlapping as the Minister himself kept talking and talking about nonsense. With Percy Weasley by his side, holding a bowler hat.

Looking as strict as ever.

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Sirius read the letter Harry wrote for him over and over again, the smile never leaving his face.

"Ella, I'm happy for him to be writing to me, but he's suffering..!"

He stood up,
"Surely one visit can't be that bad?"

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Sighing, I scratched out my words,
"No. Sirius, how many times will I have to tell you? Someone from the Ministry is there, she'll surely recognize you."

He tried to argue, but whined instead. Saying how much he misses Harry,

"Just write him back. The holidays are coming soon,"
Crumpling another piece of paper, the piano began to play itself.

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I need to calm down..

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Kingsley looked at the piano and back at Sirius,
"I didn't know that still worked, Sirius. Who's playing it?"

Sirius shrugged,
"Don't look at me, I didn't even know I had a piano."

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The piano plays note in an irregular manner, dropping to low notes after seconds of playing high notes.

"Sorry, that might be because of me.."
I cleared my throat, seeing their confused expressions.

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"Sorry?"

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"I'm an.. Exspiracorum."

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Remus understood my words,
"Of course... Just like your mother."

Kingsley looked confused, asking Remus what he means.

"An Exspiracorum have the ability to make musical instruments alive, you could say. It hears their overwhelming emotion and play itself to match that emotion."

I looked at him,
"How do you know so much about it?"

He put the kettle on the stove,
"Studied about it when I was a Professor."

"One of the oldest ability a wizard can have. It's considered a dark ability, you know.. They believe that Exspiracorum's can control the dead, making them play the musical instrument."

"That's bullshit."

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Sirius looked at me,
"Language!"

"What? It is bullshit. That's not how it works--"

The piano played louder and quicker, making me irritated.

"Shut it!"
It stopped playing after I threw a crumpled ball of paper at it, amused faces surrounding me.

"Sorry."
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The mysterious disappearances, Sirius Black being blamed for all of it. The Ministry covering the truth and the Daily Prophet isn't making enough copies of my reports!
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"This is utter bullocks. They're being mental!"
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"We know, Dora."
Tonks said, rubbing my back.
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"My reports aren't getting published, which covers about most everything about the truth and Voldemort being back. Do they not want people to be warned and ready when he does attack?"

Everyone stayed silent.

"Who gets blamed for it? The Minister will shift the blame, that's for sure. He might shift it to you, Sirius. The people will be mad--furious!"

Moody suggested a brilliant idea. Something I had considered before but never acted upon it.
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"You can infiltrate from within."

Everyone looked at him like he was insane.

"We have a journalist. Who works for the Daily Prophet and the Minsistry. The Minister is dong everything they can to spread their false ideas."
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"Journalists will know certain things everyone else won't."

They understood, getting favorable of this idea.
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"We might as well use our advantages."

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Everyone looked at me,

"I'll do everything I can."