Harry Potter and the Big IF (Impatient Fans) Options

[McGonagall's Cat]

Though the invitation itself could be reproduced with a meer touch of his wand on the fine parchment, each envelope needed to be addressed by hand in the absurdly ostentatious gold metalic ink Fleur had chosen. When he reached the fourteenth on the list Harry let out a growl of derission and asked, "Why in Merlin's name is this (he hesitated looking for the best term, then settled for) person, invited?"




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[Aureola]

Harry couldn't believe it. Why, in heaven, was Draco Malfoy invited to Bill and Fleur's wedding? Once again, Harry felt like something was being kept from him.

[zymurgy]

"Excuse me," he called to Molly, on the other side of the room, "but I think this has to be a mistake!" He showed her the invitation and her face turned red as she turned to the twins.

[McGonagall's Cat]

Curtains of very red hair obscured the faces of the two bent heads at the far end of the table that intently focused on the intricacies of tying bows around gathered gauzy packets. Even their normally over active wands lay innocently beside the project.

[zymurgy]

"I told you!" screeched Molly, "that if I saw ONE MORE invitation you had RUINED by READRESSING you would be BANNED from the wedding preparations! OUT!"

The twins scampered, and Harry was sure he heard Fred (or was it George?) mutter, "Mission acomplished."

[Aureola]

Sighing, Molly took the envelope out of Harry's hands. "It's okay, dear, you can now go get some rest. Thank you for your help."
Harry happily accepted her offer, but on his way down the stairs, he ran into someone he really wouldn't have expected to see here at this time.

[chad13]

In shock Harry fell face first down the remaining steps.

[Aureola]

"Well, well, well, who have we here?" Rita Skeeter said, sniggering childishly.
"What do you want here - you're not getting any interviews, that I can promise you!", Harry said angrily.
"Don't worry... I've come here to offer you a deal", she said enigmatically.

[McGonagall's Cat]

A worried, "Harry, dear? Are you alright?" came from the kitchen.

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley, I just, er, tripped," Harry answered while glaring at the reporter.

[lupinsmyman]

"You have two minutes," Harry snapped.

Rita simply smiled sourly as she twirled a golden curl and pulled out an acid green folder.

[Aureola]

"This", she said, "is your part of the deal: you give me enough material to write a biography about you - don't worry, I'll stick to the facts this time..."

Harry replied, "And why in heaven would I do that?"

[McGonagall's Cat]

"Better yet," he continued, "Why would I trust you as far as I could throw a hippogriff? Hermione's blackmail only goes so far... and you are already skulking around my friends' house that I'm certain you were not invited into!"


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[Aureola]

"Well", she said, "you'll have to get used to seeing me around, because I have something that you will desperately need..."
"And what would that be, I wonder?", Harry replied.

[McGonagall's Cat]

"Could it be a permit to trespass?" he continued snidely. Then he shouted over his shoulder, "Mrs. Weasley, did you invite Rita Skeeter into your house?"

[Aureola]

"Don't do that - this is confidential!", Rita said, scowling, but apparently, Mrs Weasley hadn't heard anything.
"The information that I'm about to give you will help you prevail over Lord Voldemort!"