It had been a few days since Dumbledore's violent streak, and people were starting to get suspicious, so he thought he might need to set somebody up and blame them for the damage, but who? And that was when an idea hit him! 

He would blame it on Granger and Weasley! 

Say they were arguing and things got out of hand, yes, he thought, that'd be perfect. 

Now there was only one thing he had to do before going on his exciting adventure of sabotage, he had to eat a Sherbet Lemon, his stock was running quite low, but he simply could not resist, so he got up from his chair and began his journey to the pedestal his oh so precious delights rested upon.

"Hello, my dears," he said.

"Headmaster," they chorused, together.

"Have you come to eat us?" a brave young Sherbet Lemon asked, Dumbledore recognised him as Jeremy.

"Yes, I'm afraid I have, young Jeremy," Jeremy looked shocked and of course pleased that Dumbledore knew his name.

"I'll be a Sherbet legend," he thought before being pulled out of his thoughts by a wrinkled old hand latching itself to him.

"Oh no," he thought. "It's time,"

And with that, Dumbledore popped him into his mouth and walked out of his office towards Trelwaney's classroom.

Trelawney's Classroom

"Ahh," Dumbledore thought, remembering the last time he was in this room.

But then a rather unpleasant thought struck his mind.

He hadn't killed nor had he tortured anyone in weeks!

I mean, he had tortured Trelawney just last night, but he hadn't gotten to murder anybody since Hagrid, and you know what they say, once you've got the taste.. well, there's no going back.

He was in need of some murder, and fast.

Then, he heard a knock on the door, and just his luck, it was the very person he did not want to see, it was Cornelius Fudge, the current Minister For Magic, and then a thought crossed his mind.

"Yes," he thought. "I could be the next Minister For Magic, and surely, considering my record I could still keep my Headmaster job, here, at Hogwarts."

That was a nice thought, so he decided to take his subconscious's advice, for once, after all it was probably very, very wise.

"Aha, Minister," he said. "How very nice to see you, indeed."

"Professor Dumbledore, Sir," he said with too much attitude, in Dumbledore's not so humble opinion.

That simply would not and could not do.

So, of course he would have to get his revenge and teach him a lesson, so he strode forward to Fudge, and stunned him.

Dumbledore looked over his unmoving body and watched the terror in his eyes.

He wanted to see their grip on life become weaker and loosen, until the only thing holding him to this earth was his magical core.

And then he got a very long straw from his pocket, inserted it into Fudge's arm and began to suck the blood out and he then deposited it in an empty ink bottle.

He decided he would use it to write letters to his beloved family members and friends, oh and Dolores, although they weren't close in Fudge's mind, he knew it would hurt her the most.

"Yes," he thought. He'd finally get revenge on her for draining his Veritaserum stash, she however was under the impression it was Snape's and he wanted to keep it that way. For now, at least.

Once all of the blood had been drained, he removed the straw and left Fudge's cold body lying on the ground and made his grand exit.

On the way to his office, he passed Snape going down into the dungeons.

He then passed Dolores, who was going down the way he had come, hopefully she will be the one to discover the body, Dumbledore thought maliciously.

Of course, he had passed a few students but he hardly even payed attention to them, that was of course until he spotted Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, so he decided to stroll over to them and ask them if they would mind accompanying him to his office, they of course accepted his offer. 

"Ha, as if they had a choice," Dumbledore thought, smirking to himself, once be was in the office he asked them to sit down/take a seat, and so they did.

Dumbledore's Office

Dumbledore himself sat behind his desk, reached for his pretend Sherbet Lemons and offered Ron and Hermione one.

Of course, not wanting to be rude they both accepted.

Well, I say not wanting to be rude, but Hermione really was feeling quite peckish, and she didn't sense any harm in accepting the generous offer the Headmaster had made.

So, she took one, and then another, for good measure.

However, Ron on the other hand was just starving, so he grabbed for a handful of the Sherbet Lemon sweets as soon as he had realised what was going on.

He, of course did not think he could ever be in harm when in the Headmaster's presence. He couldn't have been any more incorrect.

Once they had taken the Sherbet Lemons, they felt kind of queazy, a certain dizziness swept over them and just as it reached its peak, they collapsed on to their chairs, their backs hitting the leather with a soft thump.

However, they were not completely unconscious, but that did not mean they knew what was going on, which gave Dumbledore the chance to plant his seeds of deception.

Dumbledore took his wand out and whooshed it over each of their minds, in turn.

He planted the scene of their argument.

He then planted another of them panicking and deciding to keep quiet.

He then planted another of them fabricating a plan to frame Colin Creevey for their crimes.

Once Dumbledore had finished, he woke them up and painted a concerned and disappointed expression on his face.

He then spoke these words in the softest voice each of them had ever heard.

"Mr. Weasley, Miss. Granger, is there something you would like to tell me?"

After those words had fallen from his voice, he cast a compulsion charm upon each of them, which made them feel an overpowering desire to tell him of their "crimes".

And so they told him everything from their "argument" to the vandalisation of Sybil's classroom.

After that, Dumbledore sighed sympathetically and said;

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to summon your head of house, and each of your parents"

"Yes, Sir," they said, nodding their heads.

And Dumbledore smirked, his plan was finally taking off.

Author's Notes:

Oh my word, I wrote that chapter and it has 1079 words, excluding the Author's Notes. That's the most I've ever written on Wattpad.

It took some brain power for once, haha.

Wow, ok, I don't even know if this is written properly, but well, enjoy.

I did have another version of this chapter written out but I decided to rewrite it, as my cousin infuriated me, which gave me a certain flair for murder, which of course did happen in this story.

And she's still chirping away. (this was way back in September-November time)

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter

- Lily