A/N: Hey there all you cool cats and dogs…or…yeah…Anyways, here's the next chapter. Sorry that the last one was a little (ok very) confusing but I hope it'll come ok in the end. If you have no idea what happened, please feel free to flame me…but not so much that I'm burnt to a crisp or I can't finish my story. Darn…right when I'm getting to the good part too…hehehe.

Bane walks swiftly through the forest paths that his hooves have tread many a time in the past. This evening his step held an air of urgency in it as he sped towards the clearing for the meeting that had been arranged.

"Stupid oaf…doesn't understand what he's gotten into…if only he'd look at the damn stars…"

As Bane muttered to himself he approached the clearing where some of the others had already assembled. He found that it looked rather stately to have the high council of centaurs all arranged in a circle in the middle of the clearing; they upheld a sense of importance that was usually pretty lax whenever centaurs tried to consolidate ideas. But of course this was a night like no other. Something would happen tonight that had never before occurred in the history of the centaurs.

"Great council, I have summoned you! Tonight, we shall ride with purpose! For years those humans up at the castle have degraded us, looked down on us, and thought less of us than them in general. We have been tormented by them and it is time for a revolution! What say you?"

"War!" cried all of the centaurs lined up in the clearing.

"Yes!" exclaimed Bane. "And war we shall have! Revenge shall be ours and it shall be sweet! Too long have we been denied our rights! Too long have we waited to strike! But now, with the element of surprise on our side we will win this unsung war without resistance!"

"War!"

"Yes…good…exactly…war!" Well, they might not be the smartest bunch to ever be in the High Council, but at least they know what they want…and what's good for them. "Yes, my friends, tonight we shall go to war!"

"War!"

"War!" agreed Bane. Tonight was a good night. Things were finally falling into place. Dumbledore would finally taste the full wrath of the centaur population.

Harry woke with a start and immediately put his hand to his searing scar. Man, this was pretty bad. He couldn't remember what he'd been dreaming about. He sat up in bed and searched for his glasses. Then he waited for any memories to come back to him while they were still there. Nothing came. Another few minutes and still nothing. Then it hit him. Grindelwald. Dumbledore. It all came back. Wow, I'm in trouble, thought Harry. But before he could elaborate upon this thought another bang quite like the one that had shaken him awake resonated through the walls of the castle.

"Ron! Did you feel that? Ron?" Harry looked around at Ron's four-poster and he was nowhere to be found. The only sign of him was a slightly crumpled sheet. This slightly alarmed Harry, but he figured that Ron must already have gotten up so Harry followed suit. In the Common Room is where Harry found most of the other Gryffindors all crowded together. Wow, thought Harry, there sure are a lot of Gryffindors…

That's when another boom rocked the castle. All of the students were shook off balance. Some little first years actually fell to the ground. They looked very shocked. Was this something that happened every year at Hogwarts, they thought. The shocked look on the face of a fifth year assured them that this was not normal.

"Attack!" Commanded Bane as the centaurs assaulted the castle for the fourth time. Good, he thought to himself, this is going just as planned. No sign of any resistance. Bane was immensely satisfied with his efforts. Tonight, he thought, he could end forever the struggle for centaur rights…

"Professor! The school is under siege!" cried Professor McGonagall as she ran into to Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore sat at his desk and stared pensively at McGonagall before saying, "Yes, Minerva, I am fully aware of the attacks, but this school is far beyond capable of accepting whatever blows the centaurs deliver."

"So…you're not going to do anything about it? Nothing at all?" asked McGonagall rather nervously.

"Nothing at all," replied Dumbledore. Then a slight smile played across his face as he watched Minerva stand before him dumbfounded. The smile became a little more distinctive as certain thoughts drifted in from the back of his head.

Snape comes blasting out of the forest with a very disgruntled look about him. He heads off on the grounds towards Hagrid's hut. On the way he was muttering things to himself along the likes of, "I knew this would happen!", and "Why didn't they just listen?", and "Oi vey!"

As he reached the hut he stared at it in distaste before knocking on the door in as a desperate last resort. He heard some rummaging around inside before some footsteps coming toward the door before the door was actually opened. When it was Snape was face to face (more like face to stomach) with Hagrid and his trusty crossbow at his shoulder.

"Eh?"

"Well, Rubeus, I am most certain that you are aware of the centaurs leading an attack on the castle right now, are you not?"

"Eh."

"Precisely why I didn't want to come here. Can we spare the cheap talk and just cut to the bottom line? I need your help." He said the last part through exceptionally gritted teeth.

"Eh?"

"With the centaurs, you oaf!"

"Oh, I see…yes, yes. Of course…er…how may I help you?"

"Just try to distract them, ok?"

"Distract who?"

"The centaurs."

"Oh yes! In a flash!"

"Finally!"

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing….absolutely nothing," said Snape with a tone of slight disbelief at the conversation he was currently carrying on with a giant of a man who was also a giant of a drunk.

"Oh, well if it's nothing then…" and he started heading back inside to where his bed was.

"No, no! Definitely something! The centaurs! Remember?" he asked painfully.

"Eh?"

"Attacking the school…?" Snape asked remindingly.

"Eh."

"Aren't you going to help me?"

"Eh?"

"Oh this is hopeless!"

With that Snape shut the door on Hagrid himself and walked away from the hut. He wasn't entirely sure where to go now seeing as he couldn't simply walk up to the main doors with the centaurs and everything. As he was walking away he heard the voice of the confused Hagrid ringing through the air as he continued his cyclic conversation with the door seeing as he didn't notice the absence of Snape just yet.

"Oh, I see…yes, yes. Of course…er…how may I help you?"

Snape couldn't help but sigh at this as he continued walking in an indirect path towards the castle. He was going as directly to the castle as possible without attracting attention from the war-mongering centaurs. He had half a mind to try to obliterate half the lot of the pony boys with a blast from his little boomstick had he not known the laws in place by the Ministry protecting their sorry little butts.

Of course, he wasn't about to go heading into the forest again after his little diddy with Grawp and his new friends. Apparently a giant dancing is quite the experience…not one to be repeated, but an experience all the same. It was actually quite a dazzling experience to the human eye and the amount of trees destroyed during the display would have given Paul Bunyan a good run for his money even if he were given a head start riding that blue ox of his. Of course, no one really cared about the trees because they have nothing to do with anything. Unless, of course, they were all destroyed during this sarcastically delicate little dance of the Giants and, therefore, a shortage of oxygen swiftly killed all of the main characters in our story leaving us with a rather dull plot that consists of a wide, barren, dead, treeless landscape. But that looks like a very slim chance. So now the story will logically continue with whatever was happening:

Back in the common room where common stuff happened was found the hero Harry. He was bored to tell the truth. Mainly because the booming and banging had been incessant for three hours and it was starting to piss him off. So he decided he'd do the most hero-like thing about it by going out to investigate. Everyone else in the predictably common common room agreed that this is what Harry should do. So he did it.

Outside the common room were things that weren't found inside of it, things such as hallways and teachers and ceilings. Of course the common room had ceilings of its own, but those were very common ceilings. These were hallway ceilings. They were a little lower and had many panels on them that all looked the same, but were different in some manner. So while Harry walked through the halls to find the source of the banging he encountered something else that was trying to find the banging. It was a teacher. A very frightened looking teacher. She was called McGonagall, but Harry most likely knew this already and the reader probably did, too.

"Oh, my Potter, you startled me. What are you doing out of your dormitory?"

"I was bored and the most hero like thing to do seemed to stop the incessant banging so that is what I'm doing."

"Oh, I see," said McGonagall who saw nothing because she was using her ears and not her eyes, "Then you best be on your way!"

Then she left and was found later in a closet crying about numerous things like gingerbread men and what the hell they were supposed to do next Thursday, and how rosebushes logically have many thorns in them because all of the thorny roses are all in one place. Then she was fine and went back to teaching. She blew off the whole closet ordeal as simply being a mid-life crisis or some random excuse like that.

Then Harry found the banging's source. This means he obviously found the angry centaurs. Realizing what was going on Harry became angry because he did not like what he realized was going on. And it angered him. So he was angry. And he figured he might as well do something about it so he went and blew the centaurs up with a very big Patronus the size a three story apartment building and the centaurs weren't affected by it except for the fact that it scared the crap out of them so they ran. Harry felt very accomplished and Hagrid had a jolly time cleaning up all of the centaur crap the next day.

Then the next month or so of school went by and everyone was happy. They ate stuff and drank things and were so happy they forgot about the centaurs slowly regrouping in the forest. McGonagall forgot, too. Hagrid didn't forget because he still smelled like crap. Dumbledore was very happy up in his office smiling at his hands and waiting to see if they were going to smile back. They never did and never would. He didn't know that, so he waited. And waited. And eventually the centaurs were all ready to start banging the castle walls again. But we find out about this event next chapter. Next chapter will be possibly the last chapter. And if that's the case, then it will be very long.

A/N: Hey everyone, if anyone actually reads this story anymore, I'm very sorry for the update gap that was about half a year I think. You probably don't care/remember the story. Well, anyway, I had some inspiration. This chapter falls a little into the funny/strange side, so sorry if you don't like it. I find it hilarious. Flames are welcome and almost expected! Tata!