A/N: So I was thinking, what if I did a "Where are they now?" sort of thing? This is the birth child, Umbridge's death. I know a lot of people wanted to actually see her die and most, because they were caught up with other death, forgot she even existed after awhile. After the Battle of Hogwarts, she was sent to Azkaban but this is just how I had hoped happened to her.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Dead broke.

It was hours before anyone remembered that Umbridge's unconscious body was still in Courtroom 9. Yaxley now had the task of reawakening the short, toad-like woman. He strode purposefully towards her motionless body and pointed his wand. "Enneverate!" At first, she did not move. Yaxley hovered over her body, looking down. He waited and then… Life! Her eyes sprang open and Yaxley watched them come to focus on his face.

Pushing him away from her body, Umbridge rose from the floor, running to the exit crying, "Get them!" Smirking, he slowly replied to the air, "They're long gone". Contempt dripped from his words like droplets of melting ice.

Umbridge spun on her heels, taking in her surroundings. It was much darker now, the torches extinguished. The dementors had left and it was just her and Yaxley, no Mrs. Cattermole. While dusting off her clothes, her face scrunched up in anger. Must have fallen on the floor. She looked up. "And you stood there and did nothing!?" she cried incredulously, holding out her hands as she walked towards him.

Getting quickly agitated with the woman, Yaxley silently pointed his wand at the woman, who abruptly stopped in her tracks, her hands falling to her sides. Smugly, he said, "Now that's better. Madame Umbridge, do not begin to assume what you know nothing about. We did go after the offenders but they managed to escape our grasps, as well as rescue the mudbloods outside. One of them left a chunk of flesh behind," he ended, disgust etched on his blunt features.

"Splinched you say?" Slowly, Umbridge approached the silently fuming man, eyes never leaving his wand which was still pointed at her. Although she did have hers, she knew she would lose in any kind of battle against this man. His wand was already in position and contrary to popular belief, Umbridge was sort of… incompetent.

Yaxley eyed the advancing woman in disbelief but said nothing of it. Instead he continued, "The offenders used Polyjuice Potion to infiltrate the Ministry, disguised as Ministry officials Malfalda Hopkirk, Reg Cattermole and Albert Runcorn."

"I'll have to talk with them later." Umbridge sniffed. "So who are these offenders? I want them put in Azkaban for this!" "I'm getting to that," Yaxley replied boredly. "It appeared to have been Potter and company." "Undesirable No. 1?! And you let him get away!?" Umbridge shrieked, again coming closer to the cloaked man.

Raising his wand higher, aiming at the toad's face, halting her in her tracks, he coolly replied, "Unfortunately, I was as easily duped as you were." Sneeringly he added, "How that could have happened I do not know but I digress. A search was immediately put out but so far has yielded no results." "Well then what do we do?" Umbridge cried helplessly, throwing her short hands up in the air.

"Now we go to the Dark Lord. He'll want a full report of the events which have transpired here today that you have bore witness to." Fearfully, Umbridge looked at the man before her. He was not tall but definitely taller than she - Curse my mother's genes, she thought - yet he gave of an aura that commanded authority. But Umbridge feared the Dark Lord much more than old man in a black cloak.

She quickly bolted for the exit as fast as her stubby legs could carry her. Lazily, Yaxley flicked his wand at her, "Stupefy," then her world grew increasingly dark and she fell with a thud onto the hard, stone floor.

Umbridge awoke in a dark room, feeling nauseous. This was the second time she was being revived within 30 minutes, or that's what it felt like. Blearily, she looked around the room she was in, her senses coming back to her.

She was obviously no longer at the Ministry. The atmosphere of this setting was bleak and dreary. Looking down at her clothes, they were caked with grime and dirt. She apparently had not only been here for only 30 minutes. She looked around the room, spying shackles and chains lining the boxed-shaped room and soon became aware of her own restraints. Panic welled up inside her with the increasing unfamiliarity. Her eyes landed on the other sole inhabitants. Yaxley stood to the left of her peripheral vision. But foreboding feeling was emanating from the presence in the centre of the room.

Upon a raised dais of black marble stood an impressive throne of onyx and obsidian. Jeweled snake tails curled around the legs and edges of the throne. It was currently facing away from her but Umbridge was sure the snakes' head started there. A disembodied voice gasped into the darkness, filling all the spaces in the room. "Dolores, how nice of you to rejoin the living"

The dais spun and as Umbridge predicted, she saw the snakes' heads, ruby eyes staring unfocused at nothing but her gaze only lingered there for a split-second, now positioned on the disfigured creature before her. His pale skin contrasted magnificently with the dark stone, his long hands grasping the snakeheads as he sat comfortably on what looked like an uncomfortable throne. Yaxley promptly dropped to the ground, his face hidden as he cowered before his master. Like a house-elf, Umbridge thought disgustedly. She would never lower herself to such filth.

Voldemort spoke again, as if to a crowded room of party guests, his red eyes marring his smooth face, "Dolores, something dreadful had happened in your presence that faithful day at the Ministry." Nervously, Umbridge pleaded, "I was not aware of Potter's being, my lord. You know, as well as anyone, that Potter is an ungrateful…" "DID I SAY YOU COULD SPEAK?!" Voldemort yelled, sitting forward in his seat, his knuckles becoming even whiter. "Crucio!"

Umbridge writhed on the cold floor, the rattle of the chains resounding in the vast, empty room. Fascinated, Voldemort held the curse, enjoying the show. When he felt satisfied, he stopped it, leaving the rotund woman gasping for breath. "As I was saying, a dreadful thing had happened a few months ago and I am holding you responsible." Umbridge was in no condition to interrupt, as much as she wanted to.

"I am partially to blame as well. Potter entered the Ministry on that day and made off with one of my possessions. It is something I hold very dear to me but foolishly, I entrusted it with those below me and have made a grave mistake."

Confused, Umbridge chanced to look up at his face and ask, "What did he take my Lord?"

Getting up, Voldemort slowly walked down towards Umbridge's prone form on the floor while saying, "He had taken a special artifact, specifically the one that you had been parading around your neck."

She felt the weight of the object on her chest, feeling the cool metal of the locket. Umbridge tugged quickly at it, breaking the chain. She held it out to the menacing figure. "It's here, see?"

Taking it from her, fury was evident on his face as his nostrils flared. He screamed in her face, "It's a fake you fool!" Throwing it across the room, he continued in rage, "Potter has it! Crucio!"

Feeling some pleasure from her pain, his sadistic nature rose to the surface. He paced back to his throne, grinning to himself as the echoes of her screams reached his ears, prolonging the effect for just a few more seconds. Once he sat down, he took it off and stared fixedly at her. "I have been keeping you alive ever since, being the nice guy that I am, while guarding my locket." There was a small cough from Yaxley but Voldemort took no notice. "Now I find out what I have here is a copy, I remembered, I'm not a nice guy," he ended, smiling at her like he had just told a joke. The smile left as suddenly as it came. "No I have no more use for you, my dear Umbridge."

"No my lord," she pleaded finally finding her voice. Reaching in his direction, crawling slightly towards the throne, her chains dragged across the floor. She begged at his feet, "I can be very useful." Ignoring her cries like an announcement over a hospital P.A. system, Voldemort turned to the other person in the room, "Yaxley, finish her!"

Umbridge spun her head around to see the gleeful look in Yaxley's eyes, her finally words being drowned out as green light flooded her vision then she knew no more.