Hermione Granger was at home, watching television. Her parents were across the street, attending to people's teeth. She went to the kitchen and got something from the icebox. The telephone rang.
"Hello, Granger Residence." She paused. "Hello, they aren't home… Yeah, they're working… Okay, bye."
During this short phone conversation, she didn't notice a man apparently pick the lock on her door, and enter the apartment. The burglar did not immediately see the 7 year old Hermione in the kitchen. She came out, and sat down on the couch. The man took notice, and crept up behind her.
"Hey girly. Aren't you cute?" the burglar said out loud.
She screamed. The man pointed a gun at Hermione's neck, and grabbed her roughly by the sweater.
"So, what should I do with yo-"
He was interrupted by a sizzling pain in his hand. Hermione was terrified. They both turned their heads towards a bang, coming from the kitchen. Hermione thought it was an accomplice, come to take her away. The Man thought it was a police man. It was neither, but was in fact, a microwave. A Microwave came floating out of the kitchen, into the living room. Hermione was even more confused at this. Microwaves aren't supposed to float. The Microwave gathered speed, and dropped on the burglar's head. She called the police, and her parents came over the minute she came for them. One thing she didn't mention, was the floating microwave.