The Daily Prophet

Hermione had been back with her family for a week. They were staying at Grimmauld Place with Harry and Ginny for now. Although back, Hermione was suffering from shock and lack of food and sleep. Draco needed the company and so did the children so naturally, the Potters were the ones to go to.

"I'm going to take up some breakfast for Hermione, would you like to come Draco?" Ginny asked, picking up a tray laden with porridge and pumpkin juice. Draco shook his head, stretching and getting up from the table.

"I won't. If you don't mind I might catch up on a bit of sleep?" he said. Ginny nodded, her boss had been up all night (most nights) watching his wife, worried that one morning he might wake up and she'll be gone again. He only managed to sleep when he was absolutely certain that somebody was upstairs keeping an eye on Hermione, namely Ginny.

"Go ahead mate," Harry said, looking up from the Daily Prophet he was reading. "You deserve a decent rest."

Draco smiled and disappeared. Ginny went upstairs to see Hermione. She waved goodbye to her husband before she vanished.

Harry set the Prophet down, picking up his briefcase to pack up some documents he'd been reviewing last night for work. He was still going into work at the moment, working on the Dolohov case in order to make sure there weren't any other 'resurrected' Death Eaters walking the streets of London, looking for revenge. He was happy to investigate into Hermione's capture, desperate to hunt down any of Dolohov's follows and ruin Dolohov once and for all, but he sometimes wished he could stay at home for a longer amount of time. He knew Draco was struggling, just as in shock as Hermione and anxious for his children's safety. Of course, nobody knew they were at the Potter's house, but Harry was certain 12 Grimmauld Place would be the second place any Death Eater would look after failing at Malfoy Manor.

On top of his best friend's problems, he also had Rita Skeeter's nose snooping about his business and the woman herself had been sticking to him like glue. She had followed him all the way to the Auror's office yesterday when he was in deep conversation with Ron, her green quill rushing to catch up with her as she sped after him. He'd eventually had Dean escort her out of the office and back to her own floor.

The reason he was checking the Daily Prophet so regularly was just incase she had heard something and decided to put it into her gossip section. The Potters and the Malfoys had made an agreement that they would not announce Hermione's capture to the rest of the wizarding world until it was completely necessary, most likely during a closer date to Dolohov's trial. Hermione was not one for attention and although Draco didn't mind the limelight, he didn't want his family's business broadcasted to the world. Ginny had wholeheartedly and punctually agreed with her boss and close friend - even running her fingers over her lips in a locking motion and throwing away the invisible key - and Harry, also known for not enjoying attention after the years of hassle it had caused him, also nodded, refusing to tell anybody.

Of course, that was very difficult when the Daily Prophet's top reporter followed him everywhere.

He floo-ed to work today, finding it easier to avoid Rita when he arrived in the flow of everyone else. The Ministry was bustling with wizards arriving for work and Harry managed to manoeuvre his way into a group of wizards he knew worked in the Treatment of Magical Creatures department. Their floor was just above his so he would be able to sneak out of the elevator without Skeeter even realising he had arrived yet.

He bumped into Dean coming out of the adjacent elevator when he reached his floor.

"Hey Harry," Dean said, falling into step beside his boss. "Did you manage to look at those documents last night?"

Harry, whose seeker senses were keeping an eye out for any suspicious looking winged beetles, nodded distantly. Dean waved a hand in front of his face.

"You okay Harry? You look a little distracted?"

"It's Skeeter, I've been avoiding her for the past week. It wasn't just the day you escorted her out."

"She's still bothering you?" Dean asked with raised eyebrows. "Why don't you let Kingsley know?"

Harry snorted. "I don't think the Minister of Magic had time to worry about my reporter harassment. He has other things to worry about, like Death Eaters."

"True," Dean nodded in understanding, "But if she does become a real problem it's probably best to let security know, maybe they can get someone to guard the door to the Auror office, or the entrance to our department."

"She's an authorised animagus now, she can get into anywhere." Harry sighed, entering his office and dumping some paperwork onto his desk. Ron was already sat at his, Harry had moved Ron back into his office since they were on better terms now and were currently working on the Dolohov case together.

"Anything else on the case?" Ron asked his boss. Harry shook his head, dismissing Dean with a smile who returned to his own office across the hall.

"Not since yesterday, for now we just need to make sure it isn't broadcasted across the whole of the wizarding community. I spoke to Draco last night and he said it would better for his business, and more importantly his family, if everything was kept under wraps." He stated, throwing a copy of the Daily Prophet across the office at Ron, who caught it with ease. "And that means keeping an eye out for our little friend, Rita Skeeter."

Ron nodded in understanding, he knew about Skeeter's animagus form, since it had caused problems for him during his time at Hogwarts as well as Hermione and Harry.

"She knows we're working on something, she's been following me around like a puppy dog." Ron said, tucking the Daily Prophet into his desk drawer.

"Dean mentioned getting some Security on the doors, I'm sure Kingsley would agree. He's a big fan of Hermione's."

"It's worth a shot," Ron shrugged, retrieving the file he had been reading from Dolohov's time in Azkaban and opening it.

Neither men noticed the near silent buzz of wings flapping together as they continued with their research.

"I come baring pumpkin juice and porridge," Ginny called from the doorway as she entered the room Hermione was staying in. Hermione was sat up in her bed, reading one of her favourite muggle novels as her friend entered the room. She looked up, a weak smile on her face. Ginny was so proud of her friend and had a lot of respect for her. She had been so strong this past week and looked almost ready to get up and start living her life again, aside from the fact that she was seven months pregnant.

"Thank you Ginny, I really appreciate it."

"Draco would have come but he's totally shattered, he's gone to catch up on some sleep in one of the guest rooms," Ginny supplied, setting the tray of food and drink on Hermione's lap. She picked up the glass of pumpkin juice, greedily gulping it down.

"I don't blame him," Hermione smiled contently at the thought of her husband sitting by her beside all day and most of the night. He deserved some sleep after the tough weeks he had been through.