Time: After the war. Like right after the war, they held the funerals (FRED IS NOT DEAD!), and then this happened.

Summary: It's short, it's stupid. Read anyway, please! The Golden Trio watch a muggle movie.

Author's Note: Even if I did own Harry Potter, there is no way I'd let this happen. Needless to say, I'm not J.K Rowling, therefore I do not own Harry Potter or anyone/thing that comes with. Nor do I own Scarface…not sure who does… anyway.

Scarface

"Hermione, what the bloody hell is this?"

"It's a DVD player, Ronald."

"And this," Ron asked staring at the strange circular metal in his hands.

"Honestly Ron!" Harry had a hard time believing that Ron knew so little of muggle contraptions. Ron huffed at him and handed Hermione the DVD.

Giving Harry a look, Ron turned back to Hermione, "And what exactly are we doing with it?"

Hermione let out an exasperated sigh, "We are behaving like muggles by watching a muggle movie!" There was a slight pause, "Also because my dad wants us to, and I figured you two would want some violence."

The boys -well, men really- looked at each other and smiled.

"What's it called again?"

"Scarface," both Hermione and Ron looked at Harry, or rather Harry's scar…on his face… scar face…anybody? Fine.

Harry gave them dirty looks before plopping himself down with the popcorn

***170 minutes later***

All three members of the Golden Trio stared blankly at the TV screen.

"They just used gums?" Ron asked.

"Guns," Hermione corrected gently.

"And that killed them? Without magic?" Harry asked, equally mystified.

"Yes," Hermione answered.

The trio stared a minute longer, before Ron finally said, "Why the fuck didn't we think of that?"

"Can you imagine how much time we could have saved?"

"We still would have had to find the Horcruxes," Hermione reasoned.

"Instead of sitting around while the professors put up the defensive spells, we could have had people drop bombs on the Death Eaters. Literally." Ron said.

"That certainly would have caught them by surprise," Hermione said weakly.

"We could have had wizards fly on brooms and drop bombs, it would have killed them a lot faster than Avada's," Harry added.

Again the Golden Trio looked at the TV, where they watched muggles kill each other quite affectively. Simultaneously they all looked at one another, and repeated Ron's earlier question, "Why the fuck didn't we think of that?"

Author's Note…again: There it is! Right there! The little box! The one that says 'Type your review here…' Obey the little box, type your review. Please…