A/N: I wrote this last December for my cousin in Germany when she wasn't feeling well, and just found it, so I decided to post
A/N: I wrote this last December for my cousin in Germany when she wasn't feeling well, and just found it, so I decided to post this one too. Yes, I was very hyper, and wanted to make her laugh. Besides, I felt like killing the characters off. J

            'Finally!' Snape thought. 'It is finished!' He held up the bottle containing a murky brown liquid. 'Now I can get that old prat of a headmaster out of my way!'

            Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for almost thirty-eight years how, was sipping the usual mug of hot chocolate. "This tastes different," he mused. "Oh, maybe we started using the German chocolate we ordered." He sipped on, then yawned, and looked at his watch. "My, it is getting late. Time to turn in!"

            Harry gasped and woke up in his bed sweating. He'd had a most disturbing dream. He lightly pressed his fingers to the distinguishing spot on his forehead, now throbbing with pain. He recounted the events that had just run through his subconscious. 'Snape and McGonagall are dating! They're going to get rid of Dumbledore and take over the school!' Harry ran out of his 5th year dormitory towards the headmaster's chambers. "Professor! Professor Dumbledore!" Harry cried as he rushed towards the lump in the bed. As soon as he cane within range of sight, he gave a silent cry. Albus Dumbledore was lying stiff in bed with his eyes open, stone dead. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He ran out of the room and slammed into the wall. BOOM!!!! He laid unconscious for two seconds and got up. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He ran out of the castle and to Hagrid's hut. He fell into a large bowl containing a sticky dough. "AH!" he trying to say, but couldn't breath. "Hagrid!" he rasped, then fell asleep, never to wake up.

            Hagrid loved his rock cakes, as did Fang. In fact, he had baked a fresh batch last night. He bit into one. 'Odd, this one tastes different…'