Minister Of Magic
Colin Creevey was the youngest to become Minister Of Magic. No one could believe it when he was elected to be Minister. Thanks to the advice of Harry and Ron, he managed to become a good Minister but trouble never seemed too far away.
He sat in his office, deep in thought of what one of the workers had said.
"The root of all the problems in this Ministry is Harrison Folsom!"
But it couldn't be. Harrison Folsom was a good man. He was good citizen and all he'd ever done was help out. He'd been named one of the greatest Ministry workers of the month and he was just a very nice fellow… Maybe a bit too nice but that wasn't a problem at all. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Colin stood. He looked out at the window and enchanted white snowfall.
"Sir?"
Colin turned around to see that his secretary was at the door. He sat back down in his seat.
"Sir, apparently, you're needed for a meeting in London," she reported.
"When," Colin sighed. The work just keeps on piling up…
"Tonight, sir." She replied.
Colin nodded "Very well. Call my brother and tell him I'm leaving tonight."
"Yes sir."
An hour later, Colin was ready to go and boarding a bus to London. He looked back at the pay phone entrance to the Ministry and knew, deep down inside, his duties as Minster Of Magic were over.
×××××
"Gone? Gone where?" Neville asked.
"A meeting in London. He'll be back soon."
Neville sighed. "Has he said… Has he said anything about… About anything?"
"No sir, but I will tell him that you called."
"Thank you…"
Neville ran a hand through his hair. He had a bad feeling about Colin being away. A very bad feeling.
×××××
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Colin fell limply to the floor.
"Disgraceful."
"Sir, we should go before anyone sees us."
"You're right. Make it look like an accident and leave. Hurry!"
"Yes sir."
"Make sure no one sees you either."
"Yes sir."
The man tucked his wand back into his pocket and gave Colin one last kick before walking away. Once he was gone, his accomplice dragged Colin's body away into the darkness.