Author's Note: Yo! Ok, here is the next chapter! If you read my other story Harry Potter and the Last Love, the next chapter is coming up as soon as i type it up from my notebook. I wrote this chapter while drinking 62oz of Mt.Dew! This story could not be written without that loverly substance of liquid! EEK! Ok, well on with the story i sapose. LOVE TO MY REVIEWERS!

Disclaimer: Uhhuh... yea... right... snorts NOT ME! Must we do this everytime? I'm not her! I secretly attempt to steal her identity but alas, it never works. I once tricked a 4 year old into believeing i was her! But, that was mean so i had to apoligize... to a 4 YEAR OLD!

Dedication: In remembrance of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the greatest wizard ever! And the most unpredictable wool-sock lover!

Hermion's Wrath!

Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny walked into the Great Hall for breakfast. Sitting at the tables was the entire population of the Hogwarts school. Several stomaches growled as the 4 students walked past to their seats. As they sat down, they noticed Gred and Forge sitting across from them. Gred was eating his tie, his chin resting on the table. Forge had his head in his arms silently crying, his eyes were bagging with black circles under them.

"What's up guys?" Ginny asked tentivly. One of the twins looked up at her and started sobbing. The other glared at Ginny and let his twin cry onto his shoulder. Ginny looked at Ron and Harry who were beginning to laugh. Hermione looked puzzled.

"Fred, what's wrong?" Uh oh, motherly instincts. "Come here honey!" Fred came over and sat with Hermione. She began stroking his hair in a motherly way and rocking him back and forth on her lap. "Tell me what's wrong baby!"

Fred sniffled. "Well... Dumble- dumbledore the big meany!" Fred started.

"Yes go on baby! What has Dumbledore done now?"

George slammed a fist on the table. Fred shuddered. "He isn't going to feed us!" Fred sobbed harder onto Hermione's shoulder, giving great body shaking gasps and dripping tears and spit onto her robes. Hermione stood suddenly, knocking Fred flat on his bottom. She turned red and her hair flared out about her. The air crackled with lightening and electricity. All the students in the hall cowered underneath their seats. Even the staff at the staff table seemed to shrink in their chairs. All except for Dumbledore who was talking to the top of McGonnagall's hat now didn't notice the change in moods.

"Her-hermione?" Ginny squeeked. Hermione turned and glared at her. Harry shrieked and hid behind Ginny. Ron hid behind him, all under the table. Hermione turned back to the staff table and slowly, and dagerously, began walking toward it. Several things exploded as she walked past. Finally she was level with Dumbledore's seat. He was still talking animatedly to McGonnagall's hat (his arms waving wildly as he re-told a story of his heroics in order to swoon the strict madain).

"Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore!" Hermione roared. Dumbledore turned to her, smiling. The smile quickly disappeared off his face. Hermione's roar was still echoing through the hall.

"C-can i help you Miss Granger?" Dumbledore squeeked. He was slowly disppearing under his seat. Hermione grabbed his coller and pulled him up to nearly an inch from her face. Her eyes flashed angrily.

"Why," Her vioce was a dangerous wisper, still heard by the students because of the silence, making everything echo. "Arn't you feeding those poor children? You horrible, nasty, ugly, old ogre?"

Dumbledore chanced a small smile, but then decided agianst it. "I uh, haven't supplied the house-elves with food. We uh, are tight on budget this week. Couldn't afford anything except three packages of poptarts..."

"Give them here." Hermione said. Dumbledore shook his head like a small child who had taken something of his mothers and knew he was in trouble. "NOW!" Slowly, he put a shaking hand into his robes and pulled out the three shiny, silver packs containing poptarts. "What flavor?" Her vioce was back to a deadly wisper.

"Strawberry." Hermione pushed Dumbledore back into his seat and smiled a truely happy smile. "Thank you Proffessor!" She said as if he had given her an A+ on a test. She turned on her heal and walked back to her earlierly (A/N: Yes i know earlyierly is not a word but it is in my dictionary) occupied seat. She opened one of the packeges and toor off a corner of a poptart. She handed it to Fred who muched cheerfully.

"Thank you Miss Hermione!" Fred said in a baby vioce.

"You're welcome dear." She broke off a few more peices and passed them around the table. Other students began walking over. Soon, there was only one poptart left, and Everyone wanted it. Hermione was now looking apprehensivly at all the students who were now eyeing her hungerly.

"Well, this poptart should be saved, for tomarrow. We arn't going to have anything for a while."

Ginny looked shocked. "Give it to me Hermione. I'll keep it safe until tomarrow. You know I will. Who else would you trust." She was looking straight at the shiny package in Hermione's hands. Suddenly, she lept apon Hermione to grab the tarts. That started everything. All the students in Hogwart, plus some very unnerved teachers, scrambled onto top of Ginny and Hermione to reach their heart's desire. Fighting broke out. Several stundents ended up going to the Hospital wing, along with Proffessors Snape and Sprout who had gotten in a fist fight (Sprout was victorious in the fight of course). The school only ceased fighting when the poptarts was found crushed into small bits, exploding from the package and covering the ground in a fine crumbly blanket.

Ginny cried. Harry took out a wall. And Ron... well... we won't talk about him. He was slightly embarrassed. Well, it's funny so we will talk about it. He was punched and kicked in... well, you know where... and that combined with losing his favorite thing in the world (even topping Hermione), food, caused him to blubber like a baby for 3 days straight. Hermione was to scared of being ambushed that she never came out from under her bed for a week. Fred and George quickly forgot.

The best, or worst part if you happened to be at Hogwarts at the time, was when Dumbledore stood, laughing his ass off, and pulled out a magephone. He called for silence. Everyone stopped mid-position and looked at him. He was laughing so hard it took him ten minutes to get out was so funny. And when he finally did, it was in small bits that no one could understand. He looked at them all, expecting everyone to laugh. When no one did, he sighed and looked put out.

"Honestly! I thought it was funny that i lied to you all and ordered the elves not to make anything for breakfast, perposly tricked you to thinking poptarts was all we had, and then letting you all get into a big fight where," Two men walked into the room. "Excuse me. Yes boys, the body is over there. Poor Nearly Headless Nick, died trying to get poptarts ("I'm not dead yet!") Take him away boys! Anyway, as I was saying (the two men crossed and attempted to put Nick on the stretcher, but alas grabbing a goast was hard. Nick finally got so fed up he put himself on the stretcher.) Where several people got hurt and now must go see Madame Pomfrey. It's hilarious. Oh, nice attitude Miss Granger. You really had me scared."

The hall was silent. Ginny stood and pointed at Dumbledore, "CHARGE!" The students chased Dumbledore all over the grounds. It was a very comical scene.

And that my friends, is the real reason why the world came to be rid of Albus Dumbledore.

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