Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it including characters, places, etc.
Disclaimer II: I also do not own this story. It was written by a friend who gave me permission to publish it. The plot and everything goes to her. The only thing I did was add some more details and dialogue.
Author's Note: Enjoy and please review. My friend worked hard on this story, as did I. Thanks for reading. Also, feel free to let me know if you would like to see a sequel, and I'll pass it on to my friend. :)
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The early morning news from that Saturday bore a headline that shocked the readers from both the Muggle newspaper, The Paskin, and the Wizarding Newspaper, The Daily Prophet, in a way nobody was expecting.
The previous evening, Mr. Draco Malfoy had passed away. Now that in and of itself was shocking because Draco Malfoy was a healthy man with a wife and son, but the way he died was even more shocking. So shocking in fact, that the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, didn't even know what to do.
Because, what killed him was, not dark magic or any other spell, but the fact that Mr. Malfoy was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.
According to the news from both the Muggle and Wizarding worlds, a blond man in his mid-forties, Draco, was going home after a long day's work. He opened the door and was surprised by a Muggle burglar and, before he could react, shot in the head with a bullet. Thankfully, both his wife and son were not home at the time. And yes, Mr. Malfoy was immediately transported to the nearest Muggle hospital, but it was all in vain.
The odd thing was, however, telling the family, which included Draco's parents, wife, and son, was almost stranger than Draco's actual death. Lucius Malfoy, the father, was furious, not with the fact his son had died, but the fact he could have exposed the Wizarding world by getting killed by a muggle. In the end, it was Narcissa Malfoy, the mother, who went to identify the body and arrange the funeral.
It was a marvelous ceremony, worthy of a Malfoy, and even Mr. Harry Potter, who was now a young senator from the Ministry of Magic, gave a speech.
"Draco Malfoy was an exceptional opponent, one who I had the pleasure to fight many times. His deeds will certainly be forever remembered," said the senator. "He was not always the good man he had been when he passed, but he put his past behind him and grew up to be an honorable man. I hope he is remembered."
Once the funeral was over, the Potter family and Weasley family joined at a nearby restaurant to talk. Despite none of them having ever gotten along with the Malfoy's, they couldn't help but feel sorry for him, not to mention his wife and son.
"Poor Scorpius," Harry muttered. Being an orphan himself, the senator knew how hard it was to have a father murdered. "I know how he must feel now, poor boy."
"Does anyone know what happened to the person who killed him?" Ginny asked, her hand placed soothingly on Harry's arm.
"The shooter? He was arrested the muggle way," Hermione answered.
"Do you think it would be better if we Obliviated the witnesses?" Harry said, after taking a sip of his drink.
"Nah, I doubt it'll be necessary,'' Ron replied. ''Let's just move on from this thing and hope little Scorpius can do the same,'' he said and the others nodded in agreement.
After that day, it was not only the Weasley and Potter families, but the whole Wizarding world, who had to agree that, as powerful as a wand could be, there wasn't anything more dangerous than a simple, but whatsoever powerful, Muggle gun.
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