Easter Break

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Cornelius Fudge sat at his desk, happily smiling to himself. MacNair's autopsy report was on the way to his office. He knew that bastard L/N killed him, he just needed the proof.

The medical officer knocked and entered, walking up to Fudge's giant mahogany desk and handing him a Manila envelope. Fudge eagerly opened it and skimmed to the good part.

"What? What is this? A significant myocardial infarction is the cause of death. What kind of spell is that?"

"Uh it's a heart attack Minister. Just a plain but significant heart attack. The deceased had a significant amount of cholesterol built up in his arteries and-"

The Minister exploded.

"NO! No! No! No! That boy was responsible. I know it. Now get back there and-"

"Minister I assure you there was no magical residue in his system. We triple checked. No cursed magical attack could have killed him without using some sort of trace- a scar, a residue, anything. This was simply a heart attack from a life of poor heath choices. I am sorry for the loss of your friend!"

The coroner turned, looked at Fudge's assistant and smirked, nodding, before exiting his office.

"Leave me please Janus. I wish to be alone".

The small balding man nodded and left the office. Fudge sat alone with his thoughts before feeling the sensation he was being watched. He looked up in horror.

A translucent skull was floating in the air, in front of him

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A translucent skull was floating in the air, in front of him. He gasped and then screamed in fear as it charged him.

It evaporated into thin air, leaving only a piece of paper on the desk

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It evaporated into thin air, leaving only a piece of paper on the desk. The skull logo was at the top with a list of names.

💀
Lucius Malfoy
Corbyn Yaxley
Francis Crabb
Bertram Goyle
Walden MacNair❌
Gerald Rosier ❌

Fudge exploded.

"You bastard! You're behind this aren't you! You're mocking me you bastard! I'm going to make sure you join that cunt you call your father! You hear me!"

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