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"OMG!" she screamed, running down the street. "Somebody-anybody-please! Help me!" "Wut's the problem?" A tall, dark, handsome man asked, wrapping her tightly in his strong arms. "Oh, god, they killed him! He's dead!" She flicked her long dark hair out of her face and he had to admire it. She waz gorgeous. Rich, dark, chestnut curls and cute front teeth that seemed just a bit 2 big. Y hadn't he noticed b4? "Who? Who's dead?" He asked, fear in his voice. He wanted no who was dead. "They killed him Harry! They killed Neville!" (A/N I needed someone to kill, srry) "OMG!" Harry exclaimed loudly, pulling her closer. "Itz OK Mione. I'm here 4 u."

LATER-INSIDE HARRY'S HOUSE

Hermoine sat there, shocked. She was wearing a tight tight black tshirt with a picture of a unicorn on it that Harry just loves. Her haer is pulled back in from her face soz itz not so bushy and Harry is wondeing y he never noticed her b4. She was 2 beautiful to have not noticed. Harry played with his shirt, red and yellow (Like Harry wuld wear somethin that's not Gryffindor). "Hey Mione?" He asked after a long time. "Wut?" She asked back. "I wuz, well, wonderin if maybe u and me-u wanna go out sumtime?" "When?" "I dunno, like friday?" "Sry Harry, but I'm already going out with Ron on Friday-" "Oh." Harry said, hurt. He had 4gotten about his friend. He felt bad about forgetting about his friend, but he wanted Hermione. He wuz jealous of Ron. "Harry-thx 4 evrythin tho-ur my BFF!" "Right." he replied, not wantin her 2 c that it hurt.

She looked down at the body in front of her. She was amazed at what she saw. She had never thought it would be possible for that to happen until now. Looking over the torso had revealed nothing; the person lying on the steel table had been a perfectly healthy thirty-year-old woman, who had a good career as an English teacher. But she had suddenly died for no reason that could be seen.

Until she had moved onto the head. There was blood dripping from the eyes, something that she had noticed, at first she had thought it had been part of a fight, until she realized that there was no bruising to the body. The cause of death had been an enticing mystery until the skull had been cut open, revealing the brain, or what was left.

Inside there was a mass of pink and gray sludge. The woman must have died a horribly painful death. Her eyes had bled and her brain had imploded. She had never seen this before; she had never seen someone who had literally imploded. And there was no reason why that she could see.

Garret took that moment to walk in and he looked over the body, just as amazed as she was. "What happened?" He asked, looking over the poor victim.

"Her brain imploded. For no apparent reason." Bug shook his head as he walked in.

"There is a reason. It's a sad, sad case." The Indian doctor replied, holding up a sheaf of paper. "This was in her bag. She was holding the first sheet of it when she died." She looked it over, feeling her own eyes beginning to burn and she had to stop reading before she would wind up like the woman on the table.

"You mean-" Garret started and Bug nodded gravely.

"I'm afraid so." Bug replied, and she sighed, sewing the body back up and starting to fill out the file. She never thought she would see the day that this would happen. She had never thought she would ever have to write this down in her life. Bad fanfic had finally claimed its first victim.

A/N This has been a Public Service Announcement by the Goddess of Snark. Please remember folks, Badfic does not only hurt the characters involved, it hurts the readers and those close to the reader. Friends don't let friends write badfic.