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The Lie I've Lived, Chapter 8"Rita Skeeter from the Daily Prophet, Mr. Potter, but of course you already know that. Do you have a moment for my readers?"
"Perhaps in a few minutes, I promised my first interview to Miss Clearwater from Teen Witch Weekly."
The older witch looks furious at the slight. I don't care. My other memories tell me just what a shrill harpy Skeeter is. She'll skewer me regardless. Nevertheless, I push by her and move over towards a much friendlier face.
"Hello, Penny. You're wearing your hair differently. Going for the mature look?"
She smiles, "Harry, aren't you the little charmer? I figured I'd try it up these days. You've brought the Sorting Hat with you I see, how lovely. I'll have to make certain to avoid direct quotes from it. Now, what in Merlin's name is going on here?"
"I wish I knew. Someone entered me in the tournament. All I know is that Dumbledore is investigating."
"And what's this I hear about you being Censured?"
"What happened to the innocent little journalist just looking to get her foot in the door?" I ask with a sly smile.
"She has sources here in the Castle." The Head Boy is a Ravenclaw, so it makes sense.
"My official answer is, it is an internal matter to my house and I choose not to comment."
"And unofficially?"
"Unofficially, I'm not saying anything in a room full of journalists."
"Fine, but I'll want an unofficial answer at some point. So if you didn't enter yourself, who did?"
"Someone who wants me harmed. People die or get injured in these things. I managed to look up some history last night. One of the tournaments was called 'The Tournament with No Winners' where all the competitors died during the second task. Maurice Potter was one of the champions."
Undeterred, Rita jumps into our conversation, "So, you're intent on avenging the family name, eh Harry?"
"You'll get your turn, Madame. Until then, my advisor is the Sorting Hat of Hogwarts. You can ask it some background questions." I give her a look of disgust, push the Hat into her hands, and start walking away from Skeeter motioning for Penny to follow.
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