Disclaimer: Nobody's stealin' nobody's story around here.
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Chapter 1
Stealing people's livers
The headline said everything:
St. Mungo's
Flat Broke
* * *
17 Patients' Livers Stolen
"Scared Shitless," Say Staff
Yes, thanks to the wretched Percy Weasley.
Ever since he had been hired at St. Mungo's by Cornelius "Rash Hands" Fudge, he had been embezzling money and stealing people's organs like crazy.
Really, ever since Percy started getting chummy with Martha Stewart and Noelle Bush, the others saw these storm clouds a-brewin'.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in St. Mungo's that day for their weekly magical acupuncture sessions. When they saw the headlines, they barged into Percy's office. They were already in a crap mood: Hermione still had a big needle sticking out of her forehead, and all of Ron's 19 chakras were screaming in agony.
Hermione clenched her fists, and veins were bulging on her neck and temples. "What the *fuck* is going on?"
Percy tried handling the problem by changing the subject. "Language, Miss Granger."
"What the *fuck* is going on, you stupid, hairy testicle?"
He offered her a box of sweets. "Chocolate?"
Convulsing with rage, she swatted the box out of his hand, chocolates flying everywhere. Ron had to hold her back from punching Percy in the nose.
Percy tried to look shocked. "You don't understand! I've been framed!"
"My sweet white arse you're being framed!" It was Harry talking this time. "You're going down, Percy."
Everyone was quiet. Then the air was pierced by a terrified scream. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Another person waking up to discover they don't have a liver, I suppose?"
"It was all Fudge's idea," Percy sputtered.
"Oh, Percy," Ron sighed. "You are gonna be someone's bitch in Azbakan."
Ende
A/N: Wizarding people have 19 chakras, not seven like us. I cannot even pronounce the names of some of them.
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Chapter 1
Stealing people's livers
The headline said everything:
St. Mungo's
Flat Broke
* * *
17 Patients' Livers Stolen
"Scared Shitless," Say Staff
Yes, thanks to the wretched Percy Weasley.
Ever since he had been hired at St. Mungo's by Cornelius "Rash Hands" Fudge, he had been embezzling money and stealing people's organs like crazy.
Really, ever since Percy started getting chummy with Martha Stewart and Noelle Bush, the others saw these storm clouds a-brewin'.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in St. Mungo's that day for their weekly magical acupuncture sessions. When they saw the headlines, they barged into Percy's office. They were already in a crap mood: Hermione still had a big needle sticking out of her forehead, and all of Ron's 19 chakras were screaming in agony.
Hermione clenched her fists, and veins were bulging on her neck and temples. "What the *fuck* is going on?"
Percy tried handling the problem by changing the subject. "Language, Miss Granger."
"What the *fuck* is going on, you stupid, hairy testicle?"
He offered her a box of sweets. "Chocolate?"
Convulsing with rage, she swatted the box out of his hand, chocolates flying everywhere. Ron had to hold her back from punching Percy in the nose.
Percy tried to look shocked. "You don't understand! I've been framed!"
"My sweet white arse you're being framed!" It was Harry talking this time. "You're going down, Percy."
Everyone was quiet. Then the air was pierced by a terrified scream. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Another person waking up to discover they don't have a liver, I suppose?"
"It was all Fudge's idea," Percy sputtered.
"Oh, Percy," Ron sighed. "You are gonna be someone's bitch in Azbakan."
Ende
A/N: Wizarding people have 19 chakras, not seven like us. I cannot even pronounce the names of some of them.
