𝐎, 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ⎥ "He wants a fight with
a God? I'll give him one."
﹙ from stardust we came, to stardust we return ﹚
Prisoner of Azkaban - Deathly Hollows
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THEY ENTERED THE GREAT HALL FOR BREAKFAST AT EXACTLY THE SAME MOMENT AS THE POST OWLS ON MONDAY MORNING. hermione was not the only person eagerly awaiting her daily prophet: nearly everyone was eager for more news about the escaped death eaters, who, despite many reported sightings, had still not been caught. she gave the delivery owl a knut and unfolded the newspaper eagerly while elara helped himself to herself juice, when the first owl landed with a thud in front of harry.
"who're you after?" he asked it, languidly removing his own orange juice from underneath its beak and leaning forward to see the recipient's name and address:
HARRY POTTER GREAT HALL HOGWARTS SCHOOL
frowning, he made to take the letter from the owl, but before he could do so, three, four, five more owls had fluttered down beside it and were jockeying for position, treading in the butter, knocking over the salt, and each attempting to give him their letters first.
"what's going on?" ron asked in amazement, as the whole of gryffindor table leaned forward to watch as another seven owls landed amongst the first ones, screeching, hooting, and flapping their wings.
"this is the most interesting thing to happen here since — well, christmas," said elara amusedly, watching the owls battle it out.
"not valentine's day?" said harry in mock hurt.
"you mean the day i kicked your ass in a race? i guess," said elara smugly.
harry rolled his eyes and nudged elara's side.
"harry!" said hermione breathlessly, plunging her hands into the feathery mass and pulling out a screech owl bearing a long, cylindrical package. "i think i know what this means — open this one first!"
harry ripped off the brown packaging. out rolled a tightly furled copy of march's edition of the quibbler. he unrolled it to see his face grinning sheepishly at him from the front cover. in large red letters across his picture were the words:
HARRY POTTER SPEAKS OUT AT LAST: THE TRUTH ABOUT HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED AND THE NIGHT I SAW HIM RETURN
"it's good, isn't it?" said luna, who had drifted over to the gryffindor table and now squeezed herself onto the bench between fred and ron. "it came out yesterday, i asked dad to send you a free copy. i expect all these," she waved a hand at the assembled owls still scrabbling around on the table in front of elara and harry, "are letters from readers."
