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CATEGORY 4 : Be 'Rita Skeeter'
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● SoniRita ●
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Dear readers,
As always, it is my pleasure to bring you the latest and most scandalous news from the wizarding world. From the Daily Prophet to the Quibbler, my name is known across the land as the most daring and daringly truthful journalist in the business.
In today's issue, I bring you exclusive details on the latest love triangle between Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, and Hermione Granger. Rumors have been circulating for months, but my sources have confirmed that tensions are at an all-time high between the trio. Could this be the end of the famous golden trio? Only time will tell.
And that's not all. I've also uncovered shocking details on the inner workings of the Ministry of Magic, including secret meetings and shady dealings that are sure to have the wizarding world buzzing.
As always, stay tuned for the next thrilling edition of the Skeeter scoop. You won't want to miss it.
Yours truly,
Rita Skeeter
CATEGORY 4 : Be 'Rita Skeeter'
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● Aquabutterfly ●
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YET ANOTHER HERO BEGUILED BY A NO-NAME NOBODY
The rich heir of the Longbottom House is officially spoken for. And the young witch who managed to bewitch the young pureblood is none other than the plain but ambitious Hannah Abbott. The two were in different houses at Hogwarts and according to their classmate, Miss Lavender Brown, they were never even friends. This makes one wonder what tactics the young lady used to trap Mr. Longbottom - a forbidden spell or love potion?
We can only hope the other pureblood heirs would be careful of such schemes.
CATEGORY 5 : Short Story
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● Bee222 ●
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"So if I bite an insect and it dies, am I poisonous or venomous?" Harry asks one day, lounging in the Gryffindor common room.
"You're obviously venomous," says Hermione, not looking up from her copy of Hogwarts: A History. "If the insect bites you and dies, then you'd be poisonous."
"And if an insect bites you and your insides suddenly feel like molten lava, then it's probably not an insect but a doxy," whines Seamus, who's still recovering from the doxy bite he got three days back.
"Well, what do you think, Ron? If I bite an insect and it dies, am I poisonous or venomous?"
Ron gives him an exasperated look. "I just think you're stupid, mate. Why on earth do you wanna bite an insect?"
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● PangaNaLe ●
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The War Is Over
“Hey Harry.” greets Hermione. Harry standing at the door smiles and takes her in. They both enter the living room. Hermione sees the beer bottles on the table. “Harry what is this? What are you doing?” she shouted in shock. Harry regrets not removing those bottles. “Hermione it’s not what it looks like. I only took it twice or thrice.” told Harry feeling ashamed.
Hermione still stunned says “Harry what’s going on? Ron told me you don’t talk to him much nowadays. You don’t reply my letters. You have stopped meeting Ginny. Ever since we came back from Australia, you’ve changed”. “Hermione I thought you need time with your family. I know they’re angry with you for altering their memories. Ron and Ginny are mourning Fred’s death. I don’t want to bother you all. I think we all need some alone time”. “No we don’t!” snapped Hermione. She continued “Especially you don’t. You’re shutting people out. Harry it’s not a healthy way to grieve”. Harry kept silent. He had no reply. “Come on! You’re coming to my home. You’re not living alone. Go get your stuff.” told Hermione. Harry stays in his place. “Harry I know you’re avoiding Ron and Ginny because you blame yourself for Fred’s death. This is not good. We need each other.” Hermione tried to convince him. Taking a moment, Harry finally says “Hermione…the war is over. But the nightmares don’t stop. ”Tears roll down from her eyes as she hugs him and replies, “I know”.
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● DreamOfEndless ●
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Tom Riddle desperately wanted to be the Chosen One. To be chosen by the Elder Wand had become his greatest obsession. He could kill and torture infinite number of people just to acquire it. But, never in his life did he expect the wand to choose him like this.
The killing curse jetted out of Tom's wand, rebounded from Harry's Elder Wand and hit Tom's cold chest. It was almost a déjà vu of what had happened sixteen years earlier when Tom Riddle disappeared for the first time. The green light sucked Tom's soul out of his body and put it into a dreamless sleep. When Tom woke up, he did not have his body anymore, but he could hear faint whispers.
“Are you sure?” said a boy in his gruff voice.
“I think Harry’s right,” said a girl. Who were they?
“That wand’s more trouble than it’s worth. And quite honestly. I’ve had enough trouble for a lifetime,” said Harry Potter. Tom Riddle knew his nemesis's voice.
Moments later, the prison that held the last piece of Tom Riddle, was put back into Dumbledore's grave. The Elder Wand had sucked Tom's soul and chosen him for an eternity. Now he was trapped forever in the grave of the man he used to fear the most.
CATEGORY 5 : Short Story
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● dhun.laagi ●
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“Why did you ever believe I would not choose you?”
“Well, you were the brightest witch our age, you had a lot of people who could be better suited to you, and I assumed-“
“-that I would willingly give up on someone who saw me through my highs and lows and settle for any guy?”
“Umm, you cannot deny you also had a crush on Prof. Lockhart, Cedric Diggory, and then Victor Krum.”
“You-complete-idiot-Ronald-Weasley, I was a mere teenage girl. Do you think I would not have any feelings at all? If someone was being a gentleman to me and I gave them some attention, how is it a crime?”
“Yes, but that means that you also wanted a pretty face and someone famous. That was your type.”
“You truly have an emotional range of a teaspoon. No, what I wanted and needed was someone who would challenge me when I was being adamant, and support me when I needed to be believed in, and you, my boy, showcased both those qualities.”
“Pfft, you never gave an indication to me that you liked me!”
“What did you want me to do? Serenade you with chocolates and flowers? Send you magical love letters? That is so unlike me, and you should know that better than others. I did show it in the little ways I could do so, and I wish you would have understood it, and spared us the trouble of this dancing around for a million years.”
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● Aquabutterfly ●
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Minerva McGonagall filled her glass with the worst scotch she managed to get her hands on. Tonight, she wanted to drown her sorrows and not enjoy a second of it. Her senses may have been blurred but the sharp memories pricked at her heart.
She had always been prepared for Harry Potter’s arrival, and knew he would be a tiny package of trouble. But that smile - the sheepish look when he realized she had witnessed him sneaking out - had caught her completely off-guard.
“Run, Padfoot! She is right behind us…”
“Aw, you know how to make a man blush, Minnie…”
“Professor McGonagall, thank you for saving those two idiots.”
“I did not do anything ma’am. It was their idea.”
She sipped her scotch, trying to wash down the bile rising in her throat. She had not remembered the past since that fateful night, when everything she held dear crumbled to dust.
Her eyes fell on the body-sized mirror and widened at the sight. Four young figures in Gryffindor robes, glowing despite the lack of light in the room, stared back at her. Those mischievous eyes, those guilty smiles were too familiar. Time stilled as she watched them open their mouths to speak.
“Thank you for everything…mom,” it whispered.
She blinked once and the apparition disappeared, the mirror reflecting her haggard appearance. Tears rolled down her cheeks and a sob escaped her mouth. Yes, tonight she just wanted to feel the pain for the last time.
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● PangaNaLe ●
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We Understood
Hermione looks at the clock. The bell rang. She runs towards the door and opened it. She smiles looking at her parents but before she could say something, they entered the house ignoring her. Hermione gets sad. “Mom, dad, you guys will be tired. I’ve cooked dinner for you. I’ll set the table. You get ready.” She told enthusiastically. “No need. Your mom and I had done dinner outside. We’re tired now and going to bed.” his dad told.
Hermione finally losing her patience bursts into tears. Her mom and dad stopped, turned around and looked at her. They felt sad looking at their daughter like this. She cried, “Mom, dad, will you never forgive me? I know I did wrong by altering your memories. But I had no choice. Your life was in danger. I had to go on a mission to save our world. I knew you won’t have agreed. You won’t have understood.” Her mom walks towards her and says, “When you were 11, a woman came to our doorstep and told you’re witch. We understood. In your second year at Hogwarts, you were in a coma for months. When we got to know that, we understood. You used to spend Christmas and summers at your friends house. We still understood. We understood that your world is different than ours. It’s you who didn’t understand us Hermione. Tears rolled down her mom’s eyes as well as they hugged. Hermione’s dad smiles looking at them and joins.
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