"Firstly, your wand. Take it out, nice and slow. Any attempts to be a hero and I will sever your wand-arm ... and I wont be gentle about it," Harry hissed, dangerously. Fleur reached into her waistband and handed over the wand, squeaking in terror as Harry callously snapped it with one hand. "Good. Now ... give me back my Philosopher’s Stone. Amelie Flamel would be ashamed to know that such a precious relic, made by her father’s own equipment, had been held by such a filthy hand as yours."