A/N: Just a random little ficlet that is just random, and weird, and... I was bored okay. Oh, and Harry Potter isn't mine, he's Rowling's.

Because they have cookies!

The room was silent. You could hear a pin drop – if someone dared to actually drop it though. Nobody dared to make a sound. Every black cloak and every silvery skull were silent and still. Nobody moved.

Suddenly, a girl appeared in the middle of the black cloaks and silvery skulls.

A high voice hissed "Well done, dear girl. Now, you are one of us."

The girl, with the bushy hair, compassionate eyes and kind smile, transformed before their eyes. No longer was there a shy bookworm, no, there in their midst, stood their weapon.

A girl, formerly known as Hermione Granger had gone to the dark side, the right side.

'Why' you ask, well... *shrug* because they have cookies.