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"Just keep me and my family happy, and we'll take care of you." Julian said. "I still don't trust you, but that can be gained over time. Now, why don't we head out and you can take your pictures, and I'll choose what will be posted along with your article."
"PAPA!"
Rita flinched and almost dropped her glass of whiskey when she heard the voice. It was the youngest daughter of Julian, the one that she was sure would become a dark witch. She already suspected that the girl enjoyed torturing poor insects, and wondered how many had already fallen from the girl's evil hands.
Gabrielle appeared and Rita forced herself not to back away, afraid that she might offend her host who had just given her a generous gift and a rare opportunity to further her career. It was every reporter's dream to be the exclusive media contact that every celebrity had, and there could be no bigger celebrity in Britain than Harry Potter.
"Hello darling." Julian scooped up her daughter.
"Are Harry and Fleur back?" Gabrielle asked. "Mama's looking for them. Auntie Monique and her sisters are here!"
"They should arrive anytime soon." Julian said fondly. "Did your mother put on the sunscreen charms?"
"Yes!" Gabrielle nodded, obviously excited. "I already have my swimming costume on! I can't wait to go the beach!"
Julian laughed and put his daughter down. Gabrielle realized that they were not alone and looked at Rita Skeeter with a curious expression on her face. "Who are you?" She asked.
Rita gave the girl a nervous smile and she discreetly backed away. She couldn't forget the horror of being spun around and tied to a string in her animagus form. It was her worst memory. She already fainted at the sight of a boggart earlier when a cabinet in her basement became infested.
"You may not remember her..." Julian began but Gabrielle interrupted him.
"You're the bug lady!" Gabrielle exclaimed.
"Yes." Julian grinned. "She's the bug lady. She's here to write an article about Harry and to take a few pictures of our family reunion. Now why don't you talk with your auntie Monique? I heard she has some gifts for you."
"Kay!" Gabrielle chirped. She was about to run when outside when her father reminded her about their talk earlier.
The young girl nodded solemnly- her father and mother told her about keeping certain secrets about their family, like Harry's animagus form and the Flamel's, and she was determined not to give them away. After all, Harry said that a good thief was one that could keep secrets, and she wouldn't want to disappoint him.
"Are you alright Rita?" Julian asked.
"Fine... I'm fine." The daily prophet took a deep breath to calm her nerves and finished the remaining whiskey in her glass. "It's the heat, that's all."
They both turned at hearing Gabrielle's squeal of delight, and Julian spotted the short messy black hair of Harry Potter among the sea of hair of silvery blondes.
"It looks like Harry had just arrived with my daughter." Julian said. "Why don't we head out?"
Rita agreed at once, her earlier fear of the little blonde bug torturer gone at the prospect of finally meeting Harry Potter in a formal fashion. As she stepped out of the backyard of the Delacour's summerhouse, she understood why the family moved here from Paris every summer.
The beach was certainly enticing, with gentle waves lapping at the powdery white sand, and she wondered if she could catch a tan and go for a swim before going home. She would certainly stand out among her fellow entertainment reporters and writers while wearing a nice, golden tan.
Julian must have noticed her look of hunger because he laughed.
"Why don't you spend a night or two at one of our guest cottages?" Julian indicated the small single rooms that lined the private stretch of beach. "I think you could use it."
Rita gave her first, honest smile in gratitude at Julian and accepted the offer. She immediately removed her heeled shoes and walked barefoot, first on the grass near the main Delacour summer house and as she neared the sea her feet dug into the warm, almost scalding white sand.
She gave a quick glance at the famous Boy-Who-Lived as she made her way. He was currently surrounded by what looked like a group of Veelas who were enthusiastically chatting with him. She spotted a young woman and deduced it to be Fleur, as she stood near Harry and had the appropriate age as given in the previous articles.
She wore a blue summer dress, and was the only female of the group of Veela not in a scandalous bikini. She took out her camera and snapped her first picture of the Marseilles assignment, and then continued on her way to her cottage.
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Two days later
Azkaban Prison, North Sea
Clack!
Clack !
Clack!
Clack!
"Damn you." Sirius Black whispered in agony while the Dementor continued to torment him. It held a prison issue cup in its long fingers, and was currently rattling on the bars of Sirius Black's cell. It irritated the hell out of the famous prisoner and caused him agony, and the Dementor relished feeding of these emotions from the man.
Thankfully for Sirius Black, this particular dementor, smaller in stature compared to its peers, visited him only once a month, thus preventing him from being driven into madness. He was sure he'd be mad the first week if this dementor was on guard at his wing for a week. He wondered whether the strange dementor also tortured the other prisoners with this method.
Clack!
Clack !
Clack!
Clack!
"Shaddap!" Sirius barked and clamped his hands over his ears. "No more!"
His plea for help seemed to be answered when the Dementor dropped the cup and fled after a white light erupted from the wand of one of the approaching guards.
"Thank you." Sirius Black croaked, amazed by the guard's kindness.
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