A/N: Sorry it took so long.

THE LONG AWAITED CHAPTER OF 4RD -NESS!

While Harry was flexing his muscles, and Saphirra was getting psycic premonitions about what dress she would wear to the dance, a certain boy was not in the great hall..

Draco was sobbing. Now that his father was teaching at the school as the Dicsapline Professor, he knew his dreams were squashed. He sat in a corner, and began to wiggle his fingers in midair, humming.

Hermione had just turned the corner to that corner, and Draco was cornered!

"Oh, its YOU, Draco. I hate you"

"I despise mudbloods, and do not fall in love wit dems, but could not hate anyone who would allow me to follow my dream"

"What is the dream?" Hermione asked.

"I cannot tell you."

"Tell me."

"To..To..Play the electric grand piano. But my father says only muggles use music or plays it, and had all the pianos in Malfoy Kingdom burned." Draco wiped a tear away.

"Oh, Draco, I just so happen to have brought my electric grand piano from home. You.you can come practice on it, but only at night, so that your father shall never know!" She left.

Another meanwhile.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore was suddenly in his office, looking grim. "Proffesssssssssor Micky-Gonigal, how is the dimensional portal?"

"Nice and good, headmaster! I have found what we is wantsy! Yarooo!"

"Good! This is very important. I hate Slytherin!"

Suddenly, the inter-dimensional portal that was in front of them began to emit strange music, and Dumbledore whispered, "Yes, this is where we shall find the new students. They are a bit old for school, but me no care! I IS TOTALLY RADICAL!" He did the moon-walk, and then looked again at the portal. It was now showing a Technicolor island. In a Technicolor sea.

"Zoom in" commanded Dumbledore.

Now a boat was visible, crashed on the shore. Written on the boat's hull was: "S.S. Minnow" Dumbledore nodded, and flicked his wand on.

Hagrid had also just found what he was looking for. The Secret of Ultimate- ness. He knew now that there was a great threat coming to Hogwarts, he put on armour, and began to wait, not to be mentioned in the story for a while.

As the sun set, the author scowled and looked on the scene as you would a car crash, or a cockroach. She suddenly saw that this fanfiction gig was a great detriment in a healthy idea of the level of enlightenment in their fellow man.