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I
ask
whether
Skeeter
is
still
in
touch
with
Harry
Potter
,
whom
she
so
famously
interviewed
last
year
:
a
breakthrough
piece
in
which
Potter
spoke
exclusively
of
his
conviction
that
You-Know-Who
had
returned
.
"
Oh
,
yes
,
we
've
developed
a
closer
bond
,
"
says
Skeeter
.
"
Poor
Potter
has
few
real
friends
,
and
we
met
at
one
of
the
most
testing
moments
of
his
life
--
the
Triwizard
Tournament
.
I
am
probably
one
of
the
only
people
alive
who
can
say
that
they
know
the
real
Harry
Potter
.
"
Which
leads
us
neatly
to
the
many
rumors
still
circulating
about
Dumbledore
's
final
hours
.
Does
Skeeter
believe
that
Potter
was
there
when
Dumbledore
died
?
"
Well
,
I
do
n't
want
to
say
too
much
--
it
's
all
in
the
book
--
but
eyewitnesses
inside
Hogwarts
castle
saw
Potter
running
away
from
the
scene
moments
after
Dumbledore
fell
,
jumped
,
or
was
pushed
.
Potter
later
gave
evidence
against
Severus
Snape
,
a
man
against
whom
he
has
a
notorious
grudge
.
Is
everything
as
it
seems
?
That
is
for
the
Wizarding
community
to
decide
--
once
they
've
read
my
book
.
"
On
that
intriguing
note
,
I
take
my
leave
.
There
can
be
no
doubt
that
Skeeter
has
quilled
an
instant
bestseller
.
Dumbledore
's
legion
of
admirers
,
meanwhile
,
may
well
be
trembling
at
what
is
soon
to
emerge
about
their
hero
.
Harry
reached
the
bottom
of
the
article
,
but
continued
to
stare
blankly
at
the
page
.
Revulsion
and
fury
rose
in
him
like
vomit
;
he
balled
up
the
newspaper
and
threw
it
,
with
all
his
force
,
at
the
wall
,
where
it
joined
the
rest
of
the
rubbish
heaped
around
his
overflowing
bin
He
began
to
stride
blindly
around
the
room
,
opening
empty
drawers
and
picking
up
books
only
to
replace
them
on
the
same
piles
,
barely
conscious
of
what
he
was
doing
,
as
random
phrases
from
Rita
's
article
echoed
in
his
head
:
An
entire
chapter
to
the
whole
Potter-Dumbledore
relationship
...
It
's
been
called
unhealthy
,
even
sinister
...
He
dabbled
in
the
Dark
Arts
himself
in
his
youth
...
I
've
had
access
to
a
source
most
journalists
would
swap
their
wands
for
...
"
Lies
!
"
Harry
bellowed
,
and
through
the
window
he
saw
the
next-door
neighbor
,
who
had
paused
to
restart
his
lawn
mower
,
look
up
nervously
.
Harry
sat
down
hard
on
the
bed
.
The
broken
bit
of
mirror
danced
away
from
him
;
he
picked
it
up
and
turned
it
over
in
his
fingers
,
thinking
,
thinking
of
Dumbledore
and
the
lies
with
which
Rita
Skeeter
was
defaming
him
...
A
flash
of
brightest
blue
.
Harry
froze
,
his
cut
finger
slipping
on
the
jagged
edge
of
the
mirror
again
.
He
had
imagined
it
,
he
must
have
done
.
He
glanced
over
his
shoulder
,
but
the
wall
was
a
sickly
peach
color
of
Aunt
Petunia
's
choosing
:
There
was
nothing
blue
there
for
the
mirror
to
reflect
.
He
peered
into
the
mirror
fragment
again
,
and
saw
nothing
but
his
own
bright
green
eye
looking
back
at
him
.
