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The Weed
It was a cool summer day and Ron Weasley and Harry Potter were out in the garden at the Burrow. They were completely bored. They were forbidden to go flying because it was too dangerous. In fact, they weren't allowed to further than Molly Weasley could see, which wasn't very far.
Molly, Fleur, Bill, Ginny, and Hermione were all inside planning the wedding and kicked the boys outside claiming that they were in the way. So now, they were bored...
...and watching the chickens.
Harry saw that they were behaving oddly and asked Ron about it.
"Hey Ron, why aren't the chickens going into the back garden?"
"The Weed," Ron replied uninterested.
"What weed?" Harry got a very un-Weasley picture in his head.
"In the back there is a huge Weed Mum refuses to pull. Actually, I think she's afraid of it."
"What does that have to do with the chickens?" Harry was confused.
"Well, whenever one of the chickens goes back there it's never seen again. Everyone claims that it's the Weed. Mum has even forbidden anyone to go back there."
"I have to see this thing." He got up and went toward where the Weed was. Ron profusely refused to with him. Harry laugh at the thought that Ron would face down a Cerberus as a First Year but wouldn't face a simple weed at seventeen. But a few seconds later, he knew why.
Ten minutes had passed and Ron was getting worried. Then suddenly he heard a scream coming from the back garden. A moment later, Ron was in the house crying.
"Mum the Weed ate Harry!"
The only remains of Harry Potter were his glasses and, weirdly enough, his shoelaces. The day after the wedding was his funeral.
All of the Death Eaters were laughing that Harry Potter was killed by the Weed but not their Master.
A/N I just thought this was funny.