It was time for Hermione to put her plan to action. Time for step one, she thought as she slipped away from the crowd. She found an empty classroom and decided to hide in it until everyone was in their dorms, as well as the teachers. Luckily, for her, most everyone was tired so the halls of Hogwarts were soon emptied, except for the occasional teacher. To get by the teachers, Hermione would have to use an ancient magic that would leave her exhausted, but it was worth it for what she intended to do.
Hermione moved toward the center of the room, and closed her eyes in concentration. A circle of dust rose around her, and then suddenly scattered, but when it cleared there was nothing there: Hermione had become invisible.
Quietly, she opened the door just slightly so that she could fit through and so it wasn't completely open, just as she had the night before she murdered her parents. Once again she creped through the corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 15 minutes passed after she left her hideout, she came upon tiny Professor Flitwick, and she wanted to deeply to give him a good trip, but she contained herself, knowing it would spoil things for her so she instead kept walking until she reached the stone gargoyle that guarded the entrance into Professor Dumbledore's office.
Hermione held out her hand, still invisible, and created a fireball which she threw at the stone figure, shattering it to pieces, revealing the passage that led to the spiral stair case. Hermione dashed down the hall, and jumped up the staircase.
There was no need to stay invisible any longer, so Hermione broke off her concentration before firing another fireball. She watched as the large wooden doors burned to ashes and the fire extinguished itself. And there in the other room was Professor Albus Dumbledore.
"Why, Ms. Granger, what are you doing here? And why did you have to use so much force? You could have just knocked," he said, completely confused.
"I'm here to get rid of you, dear professor," Hermione replied as she created another fireball. For and old man, Dumbledore was awfully quick, and so when Hermione through the fireball, her opponent rapidly took out his wand and used a clever freezing charm to stop it in mid-air.
"Hermione, why are you doing this?!"
"Because you're in the way," she made yet another fireball and threw it again at the professor, but just as before he stopped it. "Enough! You know you can't win!" Hermione scolded.
"I'm afraid you can't predict the future, Ms. Granger!"
"You have no idea what I'm capable of… Come to me Banshee of the Night!" Hermione called out. The wind howled just as it did the night Hermione received her demon half, only fiercer as it burst in through a wide window on the left wall. Fawkes gave a cry of fear as the wind threw his cage over. Pieces of parchment flew everywhere, the sorting hat was tossed aside, the sword of Godric Gryffindor fell upon the headmasters desk, and portraits broke as they crashed to the floor.
A shrill cry was suddenly heard as a pale, pale woman in a torn, aged, blue dress, with long, messy, flowing hair flew into the room through the open window. The Banshee of the Night.
"Banshee, kill him!" Hermione commanded, as she pointed toward Dumbledore coldly. The Banshee spotted him and obeyed Hermione. She began gliding toward him, continuing to scream her horrible scream. Suddenly she pounced Dumbledore, her clawed hands outstretched. She began focusing her cry on her prey, and Hermione gladly watched as the banshee's cry caused Dumbledore's face pop with blood. Thick crimson lines of the blood poured from his face and fell to stain the floor.
"Grab the wand!" Hermione ordered. "I'll finish him off!" The Banshee did as she was told and grabbed the wand before floating back to Hermione. Hermione snatched the wand and broke it in half with a horrible force coming from her, that Dumbledore felt and worried she may now be unstoppable.
As if she owned the place, Hermione walked to the desk and took out the ancient knife with great skill before throwing it at Headmaster Dumbledore's neck, finally killing him, and changing the entire future of Hogwarts, and maybe even the world for that matter.
"Get out of here," Hermione snarled as she heard footsteps below and desperate calls for the now late Albus Dumbledore. The Banshee nodded, before shooting out of the window, causing it to slam shut, and flying deep into the night to perform her dark deeds. With one last malicious look at Dumbledore, Hermione jumped out the window and into the night…
* * *
"I can't believe he's dead…" Muttered Parvati Patil the next morning after breakfast in the Gryffindor common room. Classes had been canceled due to last nights crime, so the common room was packed full of depressed Gryffindors.
"Me neither," agreed Lavender Brown.
"Who could so such a thing?" Asked Dean Thomas as he looked out the window in complete disbelief.
"Not even Voldemort could…" Added Harry.
"Don't say that name! Especially not now!" Scolded Ron.
"Sorry…"
"… Where's Hermione?" Lavender suddenly asked, noticing her fellow Gryffindor wasn't there.
"I think she was crying the last time I saw her…" Parvati informed. Of course, Hermione had been faking it.
"Oh… well, when's the funeral?" Ron continued.
"The professors are discussing it with Fudge." Dean answered.
"Wait a minute, Fudge? He'll make this worse!" Harry shouted, recalling how the Minister of Magic hadn't believed him when he told him Lord Voldemort had returned.
"You'll have to trust him a bit more, Harry," Parvati said.
* * *
At the same time, at the Malfoy Manor, Lucius Malfoy was reading the joyous news of the murder in The Daily Prophet.
"Time to move in," he muttered to himself as he grabbed his broom and flew off to Hogwarts. Hours later he arrived, and walked quickly up the steps, when he ran into Cornelius Fudge.
"Fudge! Just the man I was looking for!"
"What do you want, Malfoy? I'm busy." Fudge replied, as he darted down the steps.
"I'd like to take Hogwarts off your hands."