Draco held his gun up to Harry's face. "It's a shame a fine young negro such as yourself has to die this way." Two of the other gangsters, whose backwards baseball caps identified as 'Crabbe' and 'Goyle', searched Hagrid's body. Harry stared Draco coldly in the eyes, ready for the inevitable. Draco couldn't help but grin at this determined look, knowing that he will soon get to blow it away. "Wait," Draco blurted, the grin quickly fading from his face, "take your shoes off first. I don't want to get blood on those fine-ass Jordans." Harry handed them over. Draco laughed and pressed down on the gun's trigger.

"Hey yo Draco, I found this nigga's wallet!" Goyle interjected.

Draco's smile faded from him yet again. "For fuck's sake Goyle, can't you see I'm trying to ice a bitch here?"

"Ah man I'm sorry. I was just thinking that maybe we could pay rent this month or something- oh shit. Draco, you got to see this, bro."

"Are you for fucking real right now?" Draco said while lowering the submachine gun from Harry's face.

Crabbe stood up over Hagrid's body. "This shit is legit. Get over here, brotha." Draco walked over to Crabbe and Goyle. They handed him Hagrid's wand, pendant, and also some strange purple document, emblazoned with the same gold 'HW'.

"These niggas were wizards all along," Goyle muttered.

"Well ain't this some shit," Draco replied. He walked back over to Harry. "Things just changed, homie. You with us now."

"That's great," replied Harry, sounding somewhat indifferent, "now give me back my motherfucking Jordans, nigga."