Arthur Weasley looked up from his workbench to see Harry Potter leaning against the doorframe of his workshop, a half-smile on his face. "Harry!" the Weasley patriarch greeted. "What brings you around?"

"Well, Mr. Weasley, I wanted to give you a present -- a Muggle wand."

"A Muggle wand! Really! How extraordinary!" Mr. Weasley's mind raced at the thought of a Muggle wand. He wondered...had Muggles finally developed a way to practice magic? "May I see it now, Harry?"

Harry nodded, and handed Arthur a brown paper sack. Arthur took it, reached in, and pulled out a gun. "Fascinating!" Arthur said with wonderment as he examined it closely. "Does it work like a real wand, or...?"

"It comes pre-loaded with...spells, actually. The spell it's loaded with right now enables you to think more clearly. Just put the hole part right upside your head...yes, like that." Arthur had put the barrel of the gun against his temple. "Now, feel for that metal tongue on the underside of the wand, and pull it away from you."

Arthur did as Harry instructed. A loud BANG reverberated throughout the shed, as a bullet fled from the gun, burrowed through Arthur's skull, pulverized brain tissue, and exited out the other side of his head, burying itself in the wall of his shed. Arthur fell over, dead.

Harry dis-Apparated, his cruel, insane laughter echoing after him.