HP, Fourth Year, Before the First Task, Rita’s Article, Consequences

“How did she know your scar hurt in Divination?” Ron said. “There’s no way she was there, there’s no way she could’ve heard —”
“The window was open,” said Harry. “I opened it to breathe.”
“You were at the top of North Tower!” Hermione said. “Your voice couldn’t have carried all the way down to the grounds!”
“Well, you’re the one who’s supposed to be researching magical methods of bugging!” said Harry. “You tell me how she did it!”
“I’ve been trying!” said Hermione. “But I . . . but . . .” An odd, dreamy expression suddenly came over Hermione’s face. She slowly raised a hand and ran her fingers through her hair. “Are you all right?” said Ron, frowning at her.
“Yes,” said Hermione breathlessly. She ran her fingers through her hair again, and then held her hand up to her mouth, as though speaking into an invisible walkie-talkie. Rowling, J.K. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (p. 248). Pottermore Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Harry’s mind suddenly flashed to a bug in her hair, and the Slytherin’s cupping their hands to talk into them while grinning. Then his godfather slipped in and out of Padfoot form.

As Hermione ran off to the library, he stood up and stared at the playful Slytherin’s making fun of him and called forth Malfoy’s old elf, his personal good friend, Dobby. Getting the elf to appear promptly and glare at his old master, before beaming at Harry.

Staring straight at Malfoy all the while, he told his young, bouncy, friend to go to DMLE Head Bones and tell her that Rita Skeeter was an Illegal Animagus. A Water Skeeter to be exact. And that was how she was gaining access to ministry secrets to print. Secrets that gaining access to and printing was an act of TREASON. Take the information in any way she wishes. But he was going with his law firm against the pedophile. After all, being such a small form, and not registering to boot. Who knows where she hides. And she DID get such PERSONAL information about him. Why she could have been on the boys’ dorm windowsill!

Exams were cancelled that day, and the task had to be held the next morning as riots broke out in the school as the students rushed to get to the owlery to get their messages out.
Howlers rained down on the Prophet to get that pedophile out and into ministry hands before those out front demonstrating against them burned them down.

And cheers went up as she was escorted up the steps to the alley’s auror’s office in cuffs. Bedraggled and covered in garbage thrown by those yelling and screaming at her.
And disappeared into the depths of the prison, never to be heard from again.