The Clever Me

"This is utterly ridiculous!"

Harry stared fixedly at the Daily Prophet Hermione had just brought him, the fingers clutching the paper trembling slightly.

The newspaper's front page was emblazoned with: Dementor Breaks into Hogwarts School, Harry Potter Seriously Injured and Dead?

Harry had only just woken up that morning when he discovered that he was "dead."

That alone would have been bad enough.

He had also received a pile of letters. Some asked whether he was dead, some expressed concern over his injuries, some wished him a speedy recovery, and others advised him not to play Quidditch anymore.

It made Harry feel as though people were writing to him simply to confirm whether he was still alive.

After all, Owls could not deliver letters to dead people.

One of the letters was even from Mrs. Weasley, who had clearly seen the newspaper and was worried about Harry's condition.

"Mum thought you'd fallen off your broom and been seriously hurt," Ron said helplessly. "I already had Ginny write home to explain it."

Harry could not help glancing at the card beneath the dishes. Just moments ago, Ginny Weasley had handed him a homemade get-well card, her face bright red.

If the card was not kept shut and pinned down, it would start singing in a shrill voice.

"There's something strange about this."

"What's strange about it?" Harry and Ron both turned to Hermione, curious about what secret she had uncovered.

"Didn't you notice that the photo in the Daily Prophet was taken at school?" Hermione raised a hand and pointed at the photograph of Harry being carried away. It was precisely because of that photo that so many people believed Harry Potter had really fallen off his broom and died. When the newspaper arrived that morning, it had even caused quite