HP, Fifth Year, Rita, Harry, Consequences

“Trying to ruin someone else’s life?” said Harry loudly. A few people looked around. Rita Skeeter’s eyes widened behind her jeweled spectacles as she saw who had spoken.
“Harry!” she said, beaming. “How lovely! Why don’t you come and join — ?”
“I wouldn’t come near you with a ten-foot broomstick,” said Harry furiously. “What did you do that to Hagrid for, eh?”
Rita Skeeter raised her heavily penciled eyebrows. “Our readers have a right to the truth, Harry. I am merely doing my —” Rowling, J.K. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (p. 182). Pottermore Publishing. Kindle Edition.

He smiled cruelly and got up, going over to her table. Slamming a piece of parchment on the table in front of her loud enough for the quiet pub to hear.
Rita’s Quick Quill stuttering before falling over as he waved at it. And grabbed the parchment, to the shock of Rita. Especially when he stated out loud, “Evidence for the prosecution.”
Then looked straight at her with the same calm, deadly smile that used to grace his mother’s face, and gave those who saw it a chill. “You, madam, have been served. And at the same time, so has your editor. Who, by the way, works for the combination of the Black and Potter families. And always has.” Holding up his, now unhidden rings, and gotten a feint squeak from her photographer, who backed away from her.

“This,” He held up the damming evidence of her parchment, “Will go against you in your trial of Defamation of Character and Attempted Manslaughter of Your Employer.” Her photographer feinted on the spot, and she swayed in her seat.
His grin became feral as he leaned into her space, “And after your conviction on any of the charges, I’m going to demand you get questioned as a prisoner with no rights. Which means full questioning under Veritaserum. For as long as the DMLE wishes. And they get to add any treason charges to your conviction. All depending on just how you got the ministry information you’ve been printing.
“Won’t that be wonderful?”

She defecated and pissed herself as she fell over in a dead feint. Harry nodded to himself and spit on her body, before calling on Rosemerta to floo call for an auror pick up for the trash. She had business with his barrister in a few days. So, the aurors could keep her till then. And handed over a handful of coins for her troubles. Before walking out singing an old favorite song of a war veteran neighbor he used to do lawn care for:
We found that German battleship was makin’ such a fuss
We had to sink the Bismark ’cause the world depends on us
We hit the deck a-runnin’ and we spun those guns around
We found the mighty Bismark and then we cut her down