Harry couldn’t help but smile with pride at Hermione when she gleefully revealed her unbreakable jar containing the bug form of Rita Skeeter. On reflection, it was verging on unhinged that a fifteen year old girl was keeping a grown woman captive, and if it had been his own daughter doing such a thing, he imagined he would have felt compelled to take action. But as it happened, it wasn’t, and Harry didn’t hide how downright hilarious he though it was; he had never quite forgive Skeeter for the fabrications she had once written that allowed the Ministry to paint him as a madman and a liar. Hermione had to put her prize away quickly however, when there was a knock on their compartment door.