Before he could stop her, Hermione had the folded up newspaper in her hands. Part of him seemed to be at war within himself as to whether he should fight to get it back or not. She didn't understand why the horrible newspaper was such a big deal. It wasn't as if she didn't know that the words written within couldn't be trusted. That was a fact that hadn't been changed since she was a fifth year in the year the Ministry of Magic tried so hard to keep the fact that Lord Voldemort was alive quiet. Finally, the wizard's shoulders slumped and he sighed.