Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.
Prologue: The Storm
A storm rages on outside, but there is a storm brewing inside Hogwarts too.
Dolores Umbridge holds in her hand an adoption certificate a secret that someone is willing to go to any lengths to keep.
As Dolores watches the clock tick she is smiling because she thinks in five minutes time she will have what she needs to bring down Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore.
She has no idea that in fifteen minutes she will be dead and laying in a pool of her own blood.
She is certain that the position she holds at the ministry is so important that no one would dare harm her that she sits there giddily counting down the seconds.
Four minutes to go, she begins to tidy up her desk. It takes less than a minute, but it makes her feel better to know everything is in order.
Three minutes to go and she begins to ponder why when you want time to go really fast it feels as if every minute drags out to mock you.
Two minutes to go and she wonders how no one else has figured out who the child really is. It had literally taken her less than an hour to find out, but then again, she had always considered herself to be more competent than most.
One minute to go and she wastes what precious time she has left gloating to herself that finally she had someone who could help destroy the filthy lies that Harry Potter and Dumbledore kept spouting.
A soft knock on the door and Dolores clears her throat and says "Come in."The door opens, but the slight groan it usually gives is drowned out by a roar of thunder.
A figure stands in the doorway, wearing a black robe and face hidden underneath a hood. There is a determined look in the eyes that cannot be seen.
"You made from your common room to here without being caught well done," Dolores says, with a mocking smile.
"I didn't have much choice," the figure bitterly spits out.