The Anger .

The story included the highlights of the trial and left little out that was of any substance. But it was plain Dumbledore's support was waning fast.

The story immediately below was the interview Harry gave the reporter, a man he now knew was named Montague 'Monty' Wordsworth. Harry wondered if he was in any way related to the famous English poet, William Wordsworth. It didn't much matter to him; the man was true to his word and wrote well.

Harry decided he would keep his promise and do his best to work with the endeavouring Mister Wordsworth in future. He felt it didn't hurt to have a journalist he could, somewhat, count upon to write the truth.

They had an uneventful day and, after classes, Harry knew he needed to get his homework out of the way. As he missed History of Magic the previous day Neville told him what the homework for it was, while Susan told Daphne what she'd missed in their combined class. The Seven were in the library working quietly on their homework, offering suggestions to the odd request for assistance amongst them.

That night, Harry walked from the Ravenclaw tower up to the astronomy tower for their class. There, he met Daphne and Tracey. They were grateful that it was a clear night, but it was also apparent the long cold of winter was slowly creeping in. Because they were so tired, the cold also seemed to seep into their very bones.

It was a very tired cohort of First Year Ravenclaws and Slytherins that crawled into bed during the early hours of the morning. As with the previous week, Harry didn't want to leave his lady alone at breakfast. After a hot shower with a period where he made the water bitterly cold to wake himself up, he trudged down to breakfast. He was a bit later than normal but made it, nonetheless. The others of The Seven were sitting at the Hufflepuff table.

Making his way over he plopped down onto a seat next to Daphne and almost immediately laid his head on her shoulder.

"A bit forward there, aren't we, Potter?" she asked.

"Quiet, pillow of mine, I'm trying to sleep," he mumbled in reply.

With a snort of amusement, Daphne hunched her shoulder, hard, causing Harry to snap back up straight. "I'm awake!" he blurted, blinking owlishly. The others, except Tracey, chuckled. Tracey yawned.

As both Ravenclaw and Slytherin were free until the afternoon class of Defence Against the Dark Arts. Harry begged off on doing anything else but going back to bed to sleep another few hours. He thought he might receive an earful from Daphne about it, but she'd also made that decision.

When the mail arrived, Harry turned to look at the head table. He noticed almost all the professors received mail except for the Headmaster. He was sure the old man would receive quite a bit of mail about the article in the Daily Prophet, but he received none.

Thinking about it, Harry figured out the old man must have put an owl mail redirection system in place. His mail was probably all sitting on his desk. They all met up again at lunch. The three Ravenclaws and Slytherins much more rested.

"Enjoy your nap?" asked Susan sweetly.

"Much, thank you," replied Harry, ignoring the mock-sarcasm. "I now understand why my dorm mates all choose to stay in bed and sleep instead of coming down to breakfast. I thought last week was bad, but this week was worse."

"Does anyone know if Dumbledore has found a replacement DADA Professor yet?" asked Tracey. "Or, is he still teaching the class?"

"He's still teaching the class," replied Neville. "He's also very, very good."

Harry hmmphed and said, "He'd have to be. After all, he took down Grindelwald." Harry found DADA class under the instruction of Dumbledore was actually pretty good. He had the same class with the man the week before but, now that he had a better understanding of the quality of teaching at the school, he had to acknowledge Dumbledore was a master teacher.

Dumbledore released the class early so, with a kiss on the cheek for his betrothed and letting her know he'd meet up with her in the library, Harry hurried back to the Ravenclaw common room.

As he was walking through to the door to his dorm, he noticed a comic book sitting on one of the small tables. After picking up his astronomy text plus star charts, he walked back into the common room.

Picking up the comic book and flipping through it he noticed an advertisement on the inside back cover for a set of costumes. Looking at the cut out advertisement he looked around the room and found a Seventh Year studying in one of the study carousels that bordered the huge room.

He took the comic over to the older boy and waited until his presence was acknowledged.

"Yes?" asked the older boy.

Harry flipped open the comic to the last page and, indicating it to the older boy, asked, "Would you mind doing me a big favour and creating a permanent copy of this advertisement, please?"

The boy looked at the ad and asked suspiciously, "What are you up to?"

"A harmless prank," replied Harry in as straightforward a manner as he could.

"On a Ravenclaw?" asked the boy.

"Definitely not!" huffed Harry. The boy stared at him for a few moments more before Harry could see he'd do it.

With a small shrug of his shoulders the boy said, "Why not."

He grabbed the comic book off Harry and a small piece of parchment and laid the two side by side. The boy had his wand in his hand and waved it over the two while muttering a short incantation. He did not notice Harry memorising both the incantation and the wand movements.

The small piece of parchment turned into a perfect replica of the entire inside of the back cover.

With a grin, Harry said, "Thank you, a lot!"

He picked up both, returned the comic book to the small coffee table, and sat down at one of the vacant carousels. Pulling out a muggle pen he'd found discarded somewhere, he filled in the appropriate places on the order form checking the boxes for the costume he wanted. He also checked the box that asked if he wanted a copy of their catalogue of other costumes.

While Harry had been living at The Leaky Cauldron he learned that the post office at Diagon Alley provided a special service. They acted as a remailing centre for mail heading out of the wizarding world into the muggle world the muggle way; and vice versa.

After creating an envelope he folded the order form and dropped it into the envelope along with enough galleons. He then addressed the envelope to be remailed the muggle way via the owl post office in Diagon Alley, along with the required fee to use the service. Just as he was finishing and was getting ready to head for the owlery, Hedwig flew in.

"Hello, girl," said Harry.

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