It had been three months since the Umbridge incident. Dumbledore was still savouring each and EVERY last one of his oh so precious Sherbet Lemons, there was however, one minor setback.

 You see, he had invited Sybill Trelawney over for some tea, one night, when disaster struck. Let me take you back to that bitterly sweet evening.

The past.. Ooo.. scary.. not really

Dumbledore had been pacing around in his office ALL morning, truth be told, he was annoyed.

 Annoyed because Harry hadn't been listening to him lately, and instead he kept talking to none other than Hagrid, can you believe it? Hagrid? 

As if he's going to save the Sherbet Lemon Factory. 

Dumbledore made a "humph" noise. 

It just wasn't fair, so Dumbledore decided to invite Hagrid's new girlfriend around for dinner (and yes, I am sorry, the whole Hagrid-Trelawney thing was last minute, it's new, actually).

"Haha, yes," he thought. "She'll help me convince Hagrid to step down, show him I'm the only Sherbet Lemon enthusiast around these parts!" (Around here, I mean)

"Yes," he thought, calling one of their resident House Elves.

"Master Dumbledore called, sir?" Came the squeak of a high voice.

"Yes, Squeaky, is it?" Dumbledore asked, with an absent tone. 

"No, Sir.. it's-it's" he struggled correcting the great Albus Dumbledore. "I- I'm Sheryl, Sheryl the house elf, pleased to meet you, again,"  said the house elf, Dumbledore now knew to be Sheryl.

"Right, yes, well, Sheryl, I need your help with.. something.. a dinner.. of sorts I'm preparing for myself and madam  Trelawney," he stopped, thinking the House Elf understood what he meant.

"Yes, of course, air, we will get it ready as soon as elfly possible," the house elf Sheryl replied, and with that she was gone, leaving a faint cloud of smoke behind her.

"Yes, good," thought Dumbledore. "Very good indeed."

A few hours later

Dumbledore sat at the head of the table, which now had a blood red tablecloth placed carefully upon it, littered with candles.

"Any time now," Dumbledore thought, and without warning, a bespectacled lady, encrusted with jewelry entered the room. "Ahh, madam Trelawney, how very nice it is to see you, please- take a seat," Dumbledore said in his kindest, softest voice, while getting up to pull out a chair for her when.. 

Disaster struck.

Trelawney was hovering over his bowl of Sherbet Lemons.. she was reaching for one, it seemed as if time had stopped, and, in an instant, she had taken one of those beautiful yellow delights.

 That was when, he heard the deafening crunch - she had taken one, she was eating one, he could not bear the sight of it, so, he had to do something.

"Something," he thought. "Ahh yes, I know, that'll be perfect," and with that, he took his wand out and uttered..

"Imperio,"

And, in the end, it had all worked out, he had gotten what he had wanted.. but be had lost something so very precious.

Hepita, as he remembered calling the beautiful Sherbet Lemon, whose life was so cruelly taken away from her by...

 His blood boiled thinking of her, none other than Trelawney. He shivered. Hepita had been one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen... He had been preparing her for ages... It just was not fair!

Oh, but he WOULD have his revenge.

And hellooo everybody, wow over five hundred words, I usually don't do that many 

Anyhow, Dumbledore used the Imperius curse, under my instructions, of course.. but still 
P.S sorry for the spelling mistakes, I can't be bothered to correct them 

I'm sorry, I couldn't help it I had to correct some of them 

Ohh, and get ready for "Dark Lord Dumbledore"

This was a mess 😂