"Harry, Harry, come and see!" Neville howled gleefully. He'd finally learned to float steadily a dozen feet off the ground, and he couldn't wait to show off.
Harry stuck his head out the kitchen door of 12 Grimmauld Place and peered about in confusion.
"Up here, Harry! I've got it at last!"
Harry gasped when he saw Neville. "Where'd you get that broom? It's a Nimbus 2000, isn't it?"
"It was in the garden shed. But look, I've learnt to fly properly, I can do air support with the twins, now." Neville was annoyed that Harry wasn't more impressed. "Anyway, you don't mind me using your old broomstick, do you?"
Harry shook his head. "But Nev, that's not mine. My Nimbus got smashed up, and - urk." He collapsed on the doorsill, an array of tiny spears sticking out of his face, throat, and chest.
Neville squawked and toppled to the ground as the broomstick shook him off, and crawled to Harry's side. Twigs! Those were broomstick twigs perforating Harry, and they seemed to follow a pattern.
Even as he called for help, Neville puzzled out the odd lines the little sticks made, until he could read, Thanks, Fatbottom.
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Harry is killed by Neville Longbottom thanks to the Nimbus 2000
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"Harry, Harry, come and see!" Neville howled gleefully. He'd finally learned to float steadily a dozen feet off the ground, and he couldn't wait to show off.
Harry stuck his head out the kitchen door of 12 Grimmauld Place and peered about in confusion.
"Up here, Harry! I've got it at last!"
Harry gasped when he saw Neville. "Where'd you get that broom? It's a Nimbus 2000, isn't it?"
"It was in the garden shed. But look, I've learnt to fly properly, I can do air support with the twins, now." Neville was annoyed that Harry wasn't more impressed. "Anyway, you don't mind me using your old broomstick, do you?"
Harry shook his head. "But Nev, that's not mine. My Nimbus got smashed up, and - urk." He collapsed on the doorsill, an array of tiny spears sticking out of his face, throat, and chest.
Neville squawked and toppled to the ground as the broomstick shook him off, and crawled to Harry's side. Twigs! Those were broomstick twigs perforating Harry, and they seemed to follow a pattern.
Even as he called for help, Neville puzzled out the odd lines the little sticks made, until he could read, Thanks, Fatbottom.
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