Mr Weasley knocked on the door and smiled at Harry who made a small gun sign with his fingers. He laughed quietly at their silent joke.

Petunia opened the door. " Get in " she hissed at them. " Quickly now or the neighbours will see you Potter."

Harry walked inside to stand back in horror at the amount of wreaths and cards placed in the hall.

" Did old Mrs Figg pass away? " asked Harry not being able to recall anymore deaths in the wizarding world.

" No " snapped Petunia snatching Harry's hand away from the wreath.

" Who died? " asked Harry.

" No one " replied Petunia.

" Oh come off it " said Harry. " You cant seriously expect me to believe Dudley's turned goth or Uncle Vernon has become a undertaker. Who died?"

" You " answered Petunia casually.

" What?" exclaimed Harry and Mr Weasley.

"Aunt Petunia what on earth did you just say?"

" The neighbours were wondering where we were going this weekend and I couldn't possibly tell them I was going to see a freak marry a freak could I." Mr Weasley stiffled his breath. " So we told them that you had died and we were leaving the country to attend your funeral. The neighbours obliged by sending us cards and memorial gifts. Turns out you werent so much of a nobody after all." Harry looked at the card.

" I dont believe this " cried Harry. " So tell me how did I die Aunt Petunia. I do have a right to know."

" No need " said Mr Weasley handing Harry the daily paper. " It say's it all here."

Harry flicked through the pages until he reached the page.

(Dursley Family ripped apart by tear away nephew.)

A Quiet respectable family have been torn apart by the recent news of a death in their family. Mr Harry James Potter(17) of Privet Drive was involved in a most tragic event that resulted in his death on Saterday Afternoon."

" Jesus Christ " said Harry.

" What is it?" asked Mr Weasley.

Harry handed him the paper. " Read on " he instructed.

Mr Vernon Dursley husband of Potter's Aunt revealed the events. "The boy came to us sixteen years ago after his parents were killed in a car crash. He was left on our door with a letter asking us to care for him. His parents were no good and we didn't expect much of this kid either. His intentions for life became very clear as he grew up so we sent him to St Brutis's for crinimal boys. He tormented our Son Dudley and his friends so when he was seventeen he left Privet Drive and that was the last we saw of him." Mrs Dursley a firm woman looks heart broken as she see's the life her sister's son has lived. It is obvious that this was a very caring woman who adored her nephew and is greatly saddened by his death. Potter was killed in a small country in Asia where he had flown with friends smuggling what could only be known as drugs. We believe the plane may have crashed somewhere as it has not been found , nor has any bodies. Dudley Durlsey (17) son of Mr and Mrs Dursley has been greatly upset by his cousins death and has been unable to utter much words as a tribute. " Ah...erm...yeah...I'm upset..." was the only words this victaimised boy could say. The Dursley family plan to fly out foreign to pay their respects to their deseased nephew. Perhaps this will be a lesson for all you future crinimals. Crime does pay.

Mr Weasley dropped the paper and stared in shock at Harry who had turned ghostly white.

" Of all the horrible things to do " said Mr Weasley to Petunia.

Petunia smiled and faced Harry. " I dont see the problem."

Harry laughed bitterly. " They think I'm a bloody drug smuggler. They think I am a crinimal."

" Oh they always thought you were a crinimal Harry. Thats no surprise."

" Jesus."

" Well look at it this way Harry. People like you better now that you are dead. You're much more popular."

" You are sick."

" No just clever."

Harry tore up the newspaper and flung it at Petunia who squeeled. Vernon entered the room.

" Ah...Potter...you're here are you? Like the decorations?. The whole area has been in a good mood since we revealed the news. It's amazing what one person can do to a community."