MoonyMina

Harry snorted as he tossed the manuscript onto the kitchen table. Ginny glanced over at him—halfway through cooking dinner—and her eyes fell on the offending document. Understanding quickly dawned on her, and she rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you're reading that again," she groaned. He grinned and raised an eyebrow. "I have to admit, the sheer audacity is amusing sometimes." "Well, that's certainly one way to put it," Ginny replied dryly. The script in question belonged to a play that had been written several years ago by none other than the once-infamous Rita Skeeter. Titled 'The Cursed Child,' it contained all kinds of ludicrous scenarios featuring not only Harry and his friends, but also their children. Honestly, Harry could handle ridiculous stories about himself; he'd gotten used to it back in his Hogwarts days, after all. But involving his children in that nonsense? Really, did Rita have any shame? Harry had promptly stepped in, having the Magical Law Enforcement office