The Clever Me

"This is utterly ridiculous!"

Harry stared fixedly at the copy of the Daily Prophet Hermione had just brought over, the fingers gripping the paper trembling slightly.

The newspaper's front-page headline read: Dementors Break into Hogwarts, 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 suggested that he stop playing Quidditch.

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

After all, owls could not deliver letters to the dead.

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

"Mum thought you were badly hurt after falling off your Flying Broom," Ron said helplessly. "I've already had Ginny write home to explain."

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 weighed down, it would start singing in a shrill voice.

"There's something strange about this."

"What's strange?" 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 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 from his Flying Broom and died. When the paper arrived that morning, it had even caused a commotion in the Great Hall. Only after