Her next thought was in not needing to remind others her mother was a muggleborn. St. Mungo’s now forbid the use of un-magical medical methods anyway. The healer stood over the bed and watched the man’s blue lips shake as he tried to breath. The healer remained silent as the life drained from his eyes. She looked to the clock and noted the time of death, with a flick of her wrist the death certificate was complete. While the paperwork made its way to the Ministry, a quick snip with shears removed a toe. Since the family was now dead, the hospital was responsible for burial. Covering the remains, incomplete as they were, the healer sent it for immediate cremation.