Within This Infinite Sadness

[completed; request fic for Goldy (UST requested)] Harry heard her take in a sudden gasp and then she was standing, slightly hunched, the newspapers spilling from her lap. Pages from The Quibbler, The Daily Prophet, and the London Times rained from her form, spreading onto the floor. He could hear it. It was like so much water. Water laden with lies and innuendo and obfuscation and meaningless diatribes, all in or against his name, spilling across the wooden floorboards.