'Twas a damp, stormy night and Dumbledore was bored. He had just finished his torture session with Trelawney, and it was so, so very boring. 

She didn't even scream, not once. Nor did she beg for her life, not even a whimper. Which could only mean one thing, he wasn't being harsh enough. No. He had to step up his game.. and he knew just what to do.

Some Time Later

Dumbledore was on his way down to Hagrid's Hut. He had something.. special in mind for him. Yes, very special indeed.

By the time he reached the hut, the dark of the night was beginning to fade. So, he decided he would have to work faster than he had planned.

He knocked on the hut.

He waited, for a while.

Hagrid came to answer the door, and said:

"Professor Dumbledore, Ssr, I wasn't expecting you..."

"No, Hagrid," Dumbledore agreed with ease.

"Well a- you (yeh) best come in then," said Hagrid.

"Yes, that would be most appreciated," Another easy agreement.

When Dumbledore entered, he smelled Christmas cookies.

"Mm," he thought. 

"I shall be stealing some of those later, to make the Sherbet Lemons jealous, if nothing else."

"Professor Dumbledore, I really must ask why you're he-"

But Hagrid was cut off mid sentence, for Dumbledore had killed him, yes you did read that correctly, k.i.l.l.e.d. h.i.m.

"Haha," Dumbledore thought. "This ought to upset Trelawney," 

"Yes, Sybill will be distraught!"

So, Dumbledore lugged Hagrid's heavy, lifeless body onto one of his armchairs, and he began to drain his blood.

Hmm, I suppose you're wondering why he did that, well, allow me to enlighten you. He's going to write letters to Trelawney in Hagrid's blood. (Because they're together now, it'll upset her quite a lot).

After Dumbledore had finished draining her blood, he got his quill and began to write on the piece of parchment he had prepared earlier.

Author's Notes:

Haha, yes. I did it. I killed Rubeus Hagrid. I'm evil/horrible, I know..