What if Dumbledore was too late to save her?
Deep into the Forbidden Forest the centaurs carried her, kicking and screaming though she was. There was to be no mercy for this foul woman. She had insulted their intelligence and what was worse their very being.
Dolores Umbridge would see for a brief moment the centaurs' camp in a large clearing near the middle of the forest. She would see the foals coming out to witness the thrashing woman making her last pitiful pleas. She would see the centaurs' homes because they were confident she would reveal this information to no one.
Dead women could not tell tales.
They marched her into the very center of their makeshift town and she stared around wildly. There were no buildings here, or fences, but campfires about for cooking and obvious stomping grounds where centaurs had kipped for the night.
There was no chance to escape their wrath, they had her encircled and trapped. She was muttering now, terrible images crossing her mind. They might just drive her mad before they had the chance to trample her.
Her last clear image was of a centaur whose arms were wrapped across his black chest. He was staring at her, as if she were the lowest piece of trash he had ever seen. She deserved every bit the terrible beating she was about to receive.
The first hoof hit and a cry rent the air. It was not Dolores who cried out however, but the centaur that hit her, whooping with joy. He kicked her again, harder and she rolled over on the ground. Other hoofs pounded over her, some hitting, and some missing. When they hit there was a nasty sound, like someone punching steel through a squashy bag of meat.
The blood began to seep from broken bits of skin. It collected in a quickly spreading pool under her body. Bones were crunching now and if Dolores felt anything she didn't utter a sound. If she was not dead yet she was close to it and only one more well placed hoof would take care of that.
The centaurs were in such a state that they would have done the Bacchanals shame to see it. Their blood lust was not quenched with solely killing this woman. They wanted to wipe her entire existence off the face of the earth and leave no evidence that she ever was alive.
They continued to slam their hoofs into the dead thing below them and did not stop until they heard a voice call across the clearing.
"Stop!" Dumbledore commanded and the centaurs obeyed, as this wizard's voice could stop most any insanity. They looked down at the bits of blood and flesh collected on their shiny flanks. There was nothing left to recognize as Dolores Umbridge and Dumbledore was too late to save her.