TRAGIC DEMISE OF MINISTRY OF MAGIC WORKER
St Mungo's Hospital promised a full inquiry last night after Ministry of Magic worker Broderick Bode, 49, was discovered dead in his bed, strangled by a pot plant. Healers called to the scene were unable to revive Mr. Bode, who had been inquired in a workplace accident some weeks prior to his death.
Healer Miriam Strout, who was in charge of Mr. Bode's ward at the time of the incident, has been suspended on full pay and was unavailable for comment yesterday, but a spokeswizard for the hospital said in a statement: 'St Mungo's deeply regrets the death of Mr. Bode, whose health was improving steadily prior to his tragic accident. We have strict guidelines on the decorations permitted on our wards, but it appears that Healer Strout, busy over the Christmas period, overlooked the dangers of the plant on Mr. Bode's bedside table. As his speech and mobility improved, Healer Strout encouraged Mr. Bode to look after the plant himself, unaware that it was not an innocent Flitterbloom, but a cutting of Devil's Snare which, when touched by the convalescent Mr. Bode, throttled him instantly. St Mungo's is as yet unable to account for the presence of the plant on the ward and asks any witch or wizard with information to come forward.'
"Bode..." Ron said thoughtfully as the trio read the latest edition of the Daily Prophet at breakfast one morning in late February,"Bode...it rings a bell."
Hermione gasped,"We saw him!" She whispered,"He was in the bed opposite Lockhart's in St Mungo's. We saw the Devil's Snare arrive - the Healer said it was a Christmas present."
"How come we didn't..." Harry swallowed,"We know what it looks like...we could've stopped this from happening."
"It's not our fault!" Ron snapped,"Who gives Devil's Snare as a Christmas present? Whoever sent it to the bloke was to blame. They must be a real prat, why didn't they check what they were buying?"
"I-I don't think it was an accident, Ron." Hermione said shakily,"This was - this was murder...a clever murder, as well...if the plant was sent anonymously, how's anyone ever going to..." Hermione sighed loudly and stood up, shoving the newspaper in her bag.
"Where're you off to?" Ron asked, picking up his fork again.
"To send a letter." Hermione said quickly, swinging her bag over her shoulder,"It...well, I don't know whether...but it's worth trying...and I'm the only one who can."
As she left, Ron grumbled,"I hate it when she does that. Would it kill her to tell us what she's up to for once? I mean, it would only take her ten more seconds..."
"Dunno." Harry stared at the place where Hermione had just been,"I think it's kind of cool."
Ron nearly choked on his bacon.
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Harry closed his fingers around the Snitch as he crashed to the ground. He'd done it! He'd caught the Snitch! Gryffindor had beaten Slytherin!
Once the two teams were all on their feet, Malfoy leered at Harry,"Saved Weasley's neck, didn't you? Did you like my lyrics? Weasley was born in a bin, he always lets the Quaffle in! We wanted to write another couple of verses. We were even going to put one in about Granger, but we couldn't find anything that rhymes with fat and ugly."
Harry closed his eyes tightly as he trembled with anger, willing his temper to stay under control.
"Leave it..." Fred said weakly, noticing Harry's anger.
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It Could Have Gone That Way; A Harmione Fanfiction
FanfictionSometimes, even the Wizarding World makes mistakes. Sometimes, even the greatest wizards and brightest witches can be wrong. Perhaps they knew they were wrong. Perhaps they didn't. Either way, the truth will out, in the end, just as it always does...
