Hn, an easy one without a requirement of who you are. The audience rushes Fudge and stuffs the bowler hat down his throat. They then proceed to violently assault his solar plexus, kidneys and throat until he asphyxiates. Audience has no knowledge of "who killed Fudge" Caesar style.

-or-

Invisibility cloak, transfigure hat's inner band into steel, cast shrinking charm.

You are Bellatrix, I order you to murder as many students as possible before the train leaves Platform 9 3/4. Do not kill any Slytherin students, do not kill anyone over 17, you may only use magic and must not be caught.

 

Easy, draw an age line around the doors to the carriages then hide under an invisibility cloak (if possible) or a disillusionment charm. Find the Malfoys and 'advise' them to section all of the Slytherin students behind a powerful protective spell just as you start, making Lucius look good in the process and furthering your Lord's cause. Once the Slytherin students are sucessfully partitioned from the rest, seal off the entranceway to the platform and cast Avada Kedavra at one of the young Gryffindors.

The adults who don't try to fight will either apparate away or seek shelter on the train. Crucio any adult who does try to fight. Try to avoid casting the Killing Curse at the protected students. Calmly murder each and every student you can find.

I task you with killing Severus Snape while he is at his home but before he can agree to an Unbreakable Vow. Narcissa and Bellatrix are in the room and you must make it appear like suicide. He can fight off the Imperius curse. You may use any magic you wish.

 

Just sneak up to them under the invisibility cloak and put something really toxic in snape's wine.
Either that or you just AK him or do something sneaky and lethal. They might assume he is breaking an unbreakable vow.. although I suppose Snape wouldn't be that stupid.

Let's go with option one.


I task you to kill Mad-eye Moody who has decided to teach a bit at Hogwarts. It's the real Moody, obviously. You are Hermione Granger who has been corrupted over the summer by her evil american cousin Mary-Sue. You may do it at any time through the aid of any spells Hermione would know, although it should be kept in mind that Moody is paranoid and skilled.

 

Paranoid and skilled, but still male.

You loosen the top buttons on your blouse and approach Moody to ask him to hold a tent pole (all double entendres intended) while you bend over and tie your shoes. The tent pole has a sticking charm on it, so his hands stay attached. While he's distracted by your cleavage, you transfigure his wooden leg into another tent pole, then cast Erecto on him. The poles will straighten, tearing his body apart.

You, Neville Longbottom, are tasked to kill Professor Lockhart in your second-year defense class after he releases the pixies. You are to do it using second-year spells only. Extra credit if you can knock some teeth out of that perfect smile.

 

Since Neville is a pretty transparent character, I can assume that he can at least do first year spells by second year, so just levitate Professor Prickhart out his open window. To knock a few teeth out, you can 'accidentally' let your control slip a bit to make him hit the castle on the way down.

I can't remember if Neville dropped his wand when he got hoisted by pixies up to the... (dragon? chandelier?) thing.

You, Harry Potter, have just been accosted by Rufus Scrimgeour at the end of Dumbledore's funeral. He starts slinging that "ministry poster-boy" crap at you, and you finally crack. There are still more than a few people in visual sight, so you must use your Slytherin side to make it look like a Death Eater attack. You can use any spells available to a Sixth year of Harry's 'studious' nature.

 

Make it seem as if he was attacking and defend yourself with a shield charm to make it seem as if he attacked first, Then cast a cutting charm before he can truly draw his wand, Search the body and pull his wand out, Make sure no one see's, And place it in his hand.


You Lily Potter jr, you must kill your mother and gain your fathers love, Which means Ginny's death must look like a accident, No spells.

 

Hermione walked the halls with unprecedented fury for a girl her age. Draco, that inbred annoying brat had caused her deformed teeth to take on titanic proportions, ones even her mentally deranged mother could not love. The strange witch did what any girl her age would have done in her position... She went to the library.

Searching through dusty old tomes, she cursed her inability to perform more advanced magics. Still, a plan began to form in her mind. As she climbed the steps to the second year dorm, her fellow students laughing at her teeth.

'Yo Hermione,' called Ron from the couch, his drooling saliva staining Harry's Potion assignment, melting the ink and destroying the majestic ten minute work Harry had produced. 'Why didn't you go to the Hospital Wing to get them fi-argh.' He didn't get a chance to finish as Harry's quill gouged out his left eye.

Some looked surprised, but even Ron's greatest fan, Scabbers did not blink as Ron's second eye fell victim to Harry's well sharpened quill. Harry had been having some very stressful weeks after all, and he needed some release.

Pausing for a short while to let Ron recover and resharpen his quill, Harry turned to Hermione. 'Ron has a point. Why didn't you get them fixed.'

'I have a plan,' Hermione answered, her voice more cryptic than usual. Ron's screams as his ear drums fell pray to Harry's Quill of Eternal Doom and Sharpness where her lullaby as she fell asleep.

The next morning, Draco, looking smug as ever enjoyed a piece of toast with some bacon and eggs. Not as good as the ones his slaves made him at home, but some compromises in the quality of service must be made to allow creatures such as Weasleys to attend.

The whole Hall flinched as Hermione entered. Her mouth was open showing nothingness, and blood pouring out of her gums. A pair of sharpened, bloody, gigantic teeth rested in her hand.

'Wingardium Leviosa!' roared Hermione, hot blood spilling on the front of her robes. The teeth flew in the air, then with unnatural speed embedded themselves into Draco's eyeballs, tearing through the soft material to play catch with his brain.

A terrible howl, accompanied by copious amounts of blood and brain matter spilled on the Slytherin lunch table. Pansy fainted, while Crabbe and Goyle tasted of it, hoping to become smarter.

'You can thank Harry,' said Hermione, victoriously. Harry hearing his name being spoken in relation to Draco, tore out his quill and attacked Hermione viciously, tearing at her jugular with the feared quill of doom.



Right, it was a bit long winded, but I must confess I have no inspiration for a challenge. Give me a few minutes or put one out yourselves if you please.