There was even a wizarding photo of Harry, from activating the kara kesh - which, thankfully, did not show up in the photograph to when he'd dropped Moody, before jumping back to the start and repeating. All up, that only took about ten seconds. Harry was standing there, appearing quite calm and relaxed until he started to move after deactivating the kara kesh. Then even the photo looked like it blurred him before returning to a stationary Harry after stunning an off-picture Moody.
"That... looks... awesome!" declared Sirius, staring at the photo.
Harry just smiled and shrugged. That sort of battle was nothing compared to the crap he had to go through while fighting Jaffa.
'Try it with a dozen blasting staffs pointing at you and see what it looks like,' he thought. 'Even with that added speed I've still been clipped a couple times. It doesn't make you curse-proof.' It was after those 'couple times' he was thankful for the hajar alshifa' he'd taken off Imhotep the first time he'd captured him; when he put him under the Imperius.
After Sirius finished reading what he wanted of the Prophet, he slid it back to Harry to read while he waited on Luna.
"I didn't see any article about you having to hand the reins of the Potter fortune over to the now infamous Hardwin Peverell, Sirius," said Harry.
"Hedwig left with the letter late last night," replied Sirius. "Considering the distance between here and the Daily Prophetoffices, it would have taken her about twenty minutes to fly there. Then they had to read it, figure out what they were going to do with the information within it, write and edit an article or two based on it and only then would it be ready for inclusion to print. "I deliberately sent it late enough it wouldn't get into today's edition. However, I'm quite confident it'll be in tomorrow's. I didn't want what I've included to take any impact away from your battle and interview with Skeeter."
"Hunh!" said Harry. "Clever. Got any ideas for the next day's edition?"
"Not yet," he smirked.
Someone else who soon received 'his' copy of that morning's edition of the Daily Prophet, was Tom Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort, aka the Dark Lord, aka He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, aka You-Know-Who. The copy was actually subscribed by one of his minions and faithfully immediately delivered to his hands. At the time, he was sitting on his throne within his throne room in his secret lair - otherwise known as Malfoy Manor, but more properly known as Black Manor - under a strong and often recast Fidelius Charm. As he sat on his throne reading it, he was very interested in what had happened in the Alley the previous morning. He had been alerted to the non-specifics of what had happened, but the article described it in better - and, surprisingly, more accurate - detail. That then led him straight onto the article that covered the interview of Harry by Skeeter.
When he was finished he called his Lieutenants, his Inner Circle, to him by way of jabbing his wand into the dark mark of one of the few of his Death Eaters currently kneeling before him. They arrived in 'dribs and drabs' within the minute and over the next five. The last one, Gregory Goyle Senior, suffered under the Cruciatus Curse from him for five seconds for being last.
Standing and after warning them all not to be so tardy in future, he got to the point of why he summoned them. He began pacing before his throne as he spoke. "My faithful brought me news yesterday of a man who had gone to Gringotts and claimed the Peverell fortune. Not only that, but he also claimed the Potter fortune while he was at it," he said.
That had a few, who had not read the newsparchment, mutter in surprise between themselves.
"Then, as reported in this morning's Daily Prophet, he was accosted by the old fool, Dumbledore, and some of the members of his Order as he stepped out of the bank.
"The fool that he is, Dumbledore moved too early and the man had not yet cleared goblin so-called sovereign soil. And Dumbledore, coward that he is, was not willing to allow the man to be attacked until he stepped off the steps of the bank. That gave the man a golden opportunity to use the situation to laughat the old fool and his minions and bring to light a great many of Dumbledore's secrets of which even I, Lord Voldemort, was unaware."
More murmurs of surprise and shock.
"This man later identified himself as Hardwin Peverell of the great... and infamous... House of Peverell. He also identified himself as no fan of that meddling old fool, Dumbledore. He clearly does not worship the old man, as many other foolish wizards and witches do."
As Voldemort allowed that to percolate through the brains of his faithful all kneeling before him, he then commanded, "It is my order that this Hardwin Peverell is not to be harmed. Instead, I want our spies in Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley and even Godric's Hollow... where the Peverells were once reported to live... gathering information. I want more information on the man.
"Secondly, even while more information about him is being quickly sought, I want you all to be on the lookout for him. If you see him, I want him carefully approached. I want him willingly brought before me, not dragged unwillingly. I want to see if he is willing to join us.
"I believe it will go some way towards destroying the meddling old fool, Dumbledore, to learn that the once Potter fortune, together with the believed Peverell fortune, will be used against him.
"Remember, however, my first order for my faithful not to go anywhere near the Longbottom boy... remains in force. It takes precedence over the order to approach Peverell. If you would need to break the first to obey the second, then you are not to break the first."
Giving that another moment to sink in, he snapped out, "Go! Go about your day-to-day lives so you may maintain your covers. However, you are to answer my call with greater alacrity in future!" As the faithful rose and made their way out, Riddle returned to sitting on his throne; before returning to reading his newsparchment.
Once Luna had eaten her breakfast and finished her tea - she'd drunk her juice while eating her omelette - they gave it about half an hour for their food to settle before heading for The Leaky Cauldron. It was the smartest way to get via floo and into the muggle world.
Like Harry, Luna had already dressed muggle. It was a similar outfit to what she wore when she came down to the south coast to pick him up; dress, cardigan, sheer stockings and mid heel shoes. She was also carrying her ever-present clutch-purse. She actually looked far better dressed than he did.
Stepping out of the floo in the Leaky Cauldron the two did not hang about in the dingy pub. They directly went to the 'front' door and stepped out onto Charing Cross Road. A busy road, they only needed to walk down about a hundred yards before they came to one of the many cab rank pick up and drop off points. And, lo and behold, a vacant cab was idling away, waiting for a fare.
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