Harry Potter was walking down the street when he saw a band of extreme, evangelist Christians walking down the street. They carried torches, brandished various weapons, and were all yelling in triumph. Harry, being the curious young lad that he is, went towards them in hopes of discovering what they were doing.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked, adjusting his glasses.
"Were on a stakeout for witches. they're plaguing our streets, and corrupting our children!"
"Oh, I heard about you guys." Harry said. "You burn Harry Potter books, right." Harry asked, a bit scared.
"Oh no. We're not like THOSE pansies. We kill the infidels on sight! Like this guy!" Their leader said, moving out of the way and allowing Harry to see the body strewn on the ground. Harry went white with dread.
"Ro... Ron!" Harry screamed, throwing himself at the corpse of his friend.
'What, you know him?" The leader asked?
"He was my... best friend..." Harry muttered under sobs.
"This fool attacked us with dark magic! Are you saying YOU'RE a wizard too."
To be continued...