Disclaimer: I hope no one else thought of mixing Motion City Soundtrack, Vault and Harry Potter together, or else I'll be in big trouble!

Peace my friends! I kind of wrote this one while I was trying to write a song-fic with the Jonas Brothers, which probably won't happen. I'm sorry!

Dumbledore was as hyper as a squirrel in the middle of a thunderstorm. He had just gotten back from his weekly Muggle grocery shopping adventure and had purchased something called 'Vault' and wanted to try it. Well, as any Muggle child would have told him, old people and 'Vault' don't mix to well, especially if they drank it all at once. But, Dumbledore didn't do that. He bought a 12-pack and drank three of them in 20 minutes. The effects were catastrophic.

Tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Oh please tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.

He was pole-vaulting over his desk with Gryffindor's sword, when Fawkes flew over on top of his desk, and burst into flames!!

Dumbledore screamed like a little boy. "WHAT THE HECK! FAWKES!! NO!!!!!!"

Of course, if Dumbledore wasn't on a sugar-high, he would have gone abut his normal business, which isn't pole-vaulting with a sword, but instead he ran out of his office crying and shrieking like a banshee.

Give me a reason to end this discussion,
To break with tradition.
To fold and divide.

At the same time, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were in a heated argument on if the Holyhead Harpies were sexist in only admitting women on their team. McGonagall was about to point out her closing argument, when suddenly, Dumbledore came running through the Great Hall, throwing a tantrum.

McGonagall quickly grabbed Dumbledore by the shoulders, shook him and said, "Headmaster, what is wrong?" Dumbledore gave her a horrified look

Cause I hate the ocean, theme parks and airplanes,
Talking with strangers, waiting in line..
I'm through with these pills that make me sit still.
"Are you feeling fine?"
Yes, I feel just fine.

"What's wrong," Dumbledore roared. "I'll tell you what's wrong! Water is to wet! Roller coasters can kill you like in Final Destination 3! Muggles try to engage me in conversation when I'm standing in line AND FAWKES ACCIDENTLY BURNED TO DEATH AFTER PLAYING WITH MY CORN COBB PIPE!!!!

"But are you alright Professor?" Flitwick asked, oblivious to everything else Dumbledore said.

Dumbledore straightened up and answered in a very refined voice, "Yes, I am fine." And then he ran out of the Great Hall, singing "Barbie Girl" in a high pitched voice.

Tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Oh please tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.

McGonagall sighed and turned to Flitwick. "Well, I guess we should go check on Fawkes. He's probably fine."

"But Dumbledore said he was fine." Flitwick replied.

McGonagall answered plainly. "He said that about himself."

Flitwick looked like he was thinking hard. "I though he meant the Sorting Hat."

McGonagall rolled her eyes and headed toward the Headmaster's office with a very confused Flitwick following her.

I'm sick of the things I do when I'm nervous
Like cleaning the oven or checking my tires
Or counting the number of tiles in the ceiling..

Luna Lovegood beat them to it first. When they walked in, they say her drink two 'Vaults' with two different swirly-straws at the same time. The effects were already taking effect when she finished. She threw the cans to the ground and started painting everything in Dumbledore's office white.

"MUST CLEAN TO PREVENT BLIBBERING HUMDINGER INFESTATION," she chanted/screamed to herself as she painted.


Head for the hills, the kitchen's on fire!

Just then, Dumbledore burst through the doors with a very sugar-tipsy Hermione and about 200 house elves. Dumbledore and Hermione were chanting loudly "The Elves. The Elves. The Elves are on fire!" while the house elves were having a break-dancing competition and Kreacher were serving everyone.

I used to rely on self-medication,
I guess I still do that from time to time.
But I'm getting better at fighting the future,
"Someday you'll be fine.."
Yes, I'll be just fine.

Hermione put a huge stereo on her shoulder and played a heavy-techno song. Kreacher was dishing out the moves and schooling Binky when Trelawney ran in with a strong scent of margaritas following her.

"Oh my friends," she slurred in a very majestic voice. "I have just Seen the amazing!"

McGonagall snorted. "What did you see? A wall? Your feet?"

Trelawney kept going, ignoring McGonagall. "In the future, Kreacher will be serving Stromboli to Muggles at a café in London, Dumbledore will be playing an amazing game of strip poker with an odd assortment of people in Heaven, Flitwick will be in a rehab center for his germ phobia, and McGonagall will still be the same old McGonagall!"

Kreacher looked at her in horror as he was doing the Electric Slide. Dumbledore probably heard something different because he was nodding and saying things like 'when in Rome, do as the Romans do' and 'the cats out of the bag now.' Flitwick was giving the Sorting Hat the evil eyes. McGonagall didn't care what that old fraud said, but she did notice a very overly-dramatic Hermione and Luna crying in the corner and went over to investigate.

Tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Oh please tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.

"My dears," she said kindly, "What is wrong?"

Hermione and Luna looked at her and howled, "Trelawney didn't mention us in the future, so we are probably dead or working in an auction house or something!"

McGonagall wasn't expecting this, so she just patted their backs in a very confused sort of way.

Give me a reason (I don't believe a word)
To end this discussion (of anything I've heard)
To break with tradition (they tell me that it's not so hard)
To fall and divide (it's not so hard)

It was utter chaos in Dumbledore's office. Everyone was doing completely different things then everyone else, but the only thing that was the same was that everyone was now passing around the rest of the 'Vaults' except McGonagall. The House Elves were about to start a game of crocket when Dumbledore jumped up on top of his desk holding what looked like a loaf of bread and yelled for everyone's attention. Everyone eventually calmed down and looked at Dumbledore like he was Tom Cruise or something.

"Here ye! Here ye," he bellowed. "I have an announcement to make!" He paused, and then yelled. "Party in the Great Hall!"

He really shouldn't have said that, sense everyone was as hyper as a dog chasing a mailman.

So let's not get carried (away with everything)
Away with the process (from here to in-between)
of elimination (the long goodbye)
I don't want to waste your time.

Everyone made a mad dash to the Great Hall, where about one hundred students sat taking their end-of-the-year exams. As soon as Hermione entered with the crazy beats, it turned into a dance party. Fireworks were going of everywhere and people were being carried around on others peoples shoulders like a rock concert.

Dumbledore was dancing on the staff table when he screamed, "No more exams, FOREVER!"

The Hall erupted into cheers. McGonagall was running around trying to keep order, but people soon picked her up and carried her around. Thought she was yelling at the party-crazy students carrying her, she secretly was enjoying herself, but se was never going to admit that.

Tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Oh please tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.

Just then, Fawkes came flying in and was soaring around the ceiling, singing along with the music.

Dumbledore was stunned. Fawkes was alive! "Fawkes! But you died!"

As Fawkes flew around, he started crying like a baby, sending his tears down onto everyone in the Hall like a monsoon. It only took a few moments before the tears took effect and everyone calmed down. Dumbledore looked around as if he woke up from a dream.

"Why am I in the Great Hall when everyone is testing," he pondered. He shrugged it off and announced to the students, "Alright everyone, back to work!"

As everyone sat back down to test or wondered out of the Hall, Dumbledore noticed a small can on the ground labeled 'Vault.' It was full.

"Hmm…," he wondered. "What is this? I better drink it all and find out." And with that, he downed the entire can, making the entire circle start again and go on for forever and eternity.

Well, it kind of didn't have much to do with the song, but I tried. The next song-fic is on the way, and no, it isn't Jonas Brothers.

Flame away people! It's cold here in Wisconsin and I need some heat! Or you can be nice and leave a nice, warm review, like a blanket! I'm going to shut up now.

Murray