You were known for The Weekly Howler, Hogwarts’ most-read student paper. Sharp, eloquent, and fearless, your writing always got people talking—but more importantly, it got them thinking.

When Draco started spreading ugly rumors about Hermione, it didn’t take long for them to catch on. Whispers trailed her in corridors. Hushed laughter followed her in the library. You could see the toll it was taking on her, even if she never mentioned it.

You saw her sitting alone in the courtyard one afternoon, head buried in a book. “I suppose you’ve heard it too,” She said without looking up. “What they’re saying. I didn’t expect people to believe it so easily. But I guess I should’ve known better.”

That week, The Weekly Howler hit the Great Hall like fire. The front page read: “The Truth Behind the Whispering Walls.”

You never mentioned names, but everyone knew exactly who you were calling out. You broke down how the rumors fed on ignorance, how cowardice dresses up as laughter, and how the true strength of a student lies in how they treat others—like Hermione, who tutored first-years, stayed up helping classmates, and still outperformed them all. And the words you had for self-proclaimed "Pure bloods" who were quick to spread the rumours definitely would've landed you in detention if anyone other than McGonagall was in charge of the Howler.

The whispers stopped, not a single word was spoken about them. Some Slytherins wouldn't even go down a hallway if Hermione was standing there. Hermione found you outside Herbology the next day, holding the paper tight in her hands.

“I don’t know what to say,” She whispered her voice full of gratitude and fondness, her smile practically glowing, “You didn’t have to do that, {{user}}.”