"That is the ugliest man I have ever seen," Johnny said.

"Man, that's a man?" ask Eagle, handing the photo back. A strange photo it was, with someone actually moving in it.

Fudge sighed. Why did I ever listen to him? How can muggles help us?

Johnny and Eagle looked up at this strangely dressed man. "And you're sure...?"

"Yes, of course I am sure! Haven't I already told you? He will be there that evening, after some magic..."

Fudge had to stop. Johnny and Eagle were looking very confused. Great, now I am breaking Wizarding Secrecy laws as well.

"Well, never mind that. You will see him, there, at that time."

A week later, Johnny and Eagle were sitting on a hill. Eagle pulled out a pair of normal, muggle binoculars. About 20 minutes later he turned to Johnny, "Hey, I see someone, over there in the grave yard."

Johnny looked over. "Yeah, is he that ugly bloke from the pic?"

"Yeah, I think he is."

Johnny bent down and took a look through his...

BOOM

The next day, Fudge appeared in the flew. "its all done."

"It is? You're not messing with my head now are you?"

Fudge was too happy to care about any Prime Muggle Minister's attitude. "950 Meters. Your SAS sniper team put a .308 right through his head. . . Let the next minister of magic deal with that Son of a Hag Voldemort if he wants to come back."

Fudge turned around and left. It was time for a vacation.