This is just the beginning of a very interesting set I hope. I truly hope you enjoy my story. P.S. few to none Canon Couples will be in this story just as forewarning as to not disappoint later.
PSA I own nothing in the Harry Potter universe.
Intro to Umbridge's Plot
Madam Umbridge sat behind her desk in her tastefully (In her opinion at least) decorated office. She was so excited at the moment she was twitchy, she had played it off as eager to start her new job teaching at Hogwarts tomorrow. That however was a lie, she couldn't care less about teaching those insolent little whelps. She was excited because she had been told this morning that by one of her people that The Unspeakables had finished the special assignment she had given them and would be up this evening to explain. The only thing she would have to worry about was how to get Cornelius to agree to her amazing plot.
After that blasted boy had managed to not only escape the Dementors she had sent after him but also worm his way out of his rightful punishment, she had been forced to take drastic action. She had been so furious that she had destroyed almost half her office. Then, then she had started on her plan. The brilliance had astounded her when she started convincing Fudge to get her assigned at Hogwarts. Her reasoning was simple, to take the old fool and the brat she would have to take away their power base and the only area they had any power left, between the Prophet and Dumbledore being removed from every office, was at that school. While there she could subvert any support they had left, and that is when the idea had hit her. She had almost sprinted down to the Department of Mystery to have a meeting with Croaker. The best way to remove any support they had was to prove that all they had done was lie; veritaserum was out because it was to easy to counter, Legilimency would mean they had to get permission from Bones which that would never happen and they could not force them to make an oath that it was the truth. So she had done the best choice available to her, she had commanded The Unspeakables to create a way to show everyone the truth. Croaker had gone off talking about how they could do it, by the time he was discussing combining blood, time, mind and soul magic to create the books she had already danced her way back to her office. She smiled sweetly at how they were delivering the finished produced completely ready for school to roll around tomorrow.
A smug smirk crossed her face as she started thinking of all the things that Cornelius would do for her when her idea toppled the people trying to take his successful career away from him. She could convince him that it was best to start reading at the school right away, preferably the second. They would have to bring Croaker and at least one other Unspeakable, a small squad of Aurors (something that would probably bring both Scrimgeour and Bones running she sighed) and maybe a few other influential members of society. Her grin got wider as the idea of possible selling tickets to some of the richer members of society, to see the 'great' Albus Dumbledore fall from grace.
Then the door to her office was thrown open, her smile turned devious as a man walked in, his grey cloak billowing behind her as was the signature of The Unspeakables. Even with the enchantments that obscure the face of the person in the cloak when their hood is up she knew that this was Croaker, the red bands on the sleeves on his cloak marked him as head Unspeakable to anyone that know anything about the department. Smiling she simpered, "I would not let most people just breeze past my secretary and enter my office like that Croaker. However as I hear you have good news for me this time so I will let it go."
He puffed up a little at that, that action made her want to roll her eyes at the foolish man. She just managed to refrain knowing that she still needed him as he spoke, "Madam Umbridge, you would never believe the breakthroughs we have made while working on this project. So many fields have been expanded on in ways we had never thought of till this came around. I believe that you will be very pleased with our work."
Her patience was waning at this man's endless drivel in the way of 'intellectual' discussion when she cut in, "Enough Croaker, what exactly did you make and how does it function? Those are the only things I need to know, the rest you can just write up and keep documented for future use in your department."
She watched as Croaker sighed before he responded, "We had to narrow down the field of choice as 15 years of life was too broad, so we focused on the time since the Potter boy arrived at Hogwarts. With those limitations we were able, with the use of some of his magic that was drained into the chair at the trial, to create a set of books detailing his life for the last four years of his life. The books are magic bound and will force anyone reading them to read the truth as written in the pages. They are however unable to be changed in any way."
She blinked, what they had created sounded amazing. In fact it sounded better than anything she could have wished for, that thought caused her eyes to narrow, " Hem. Hem. What is wrong with the books Croaker?"
She was not surprised when Croaker was not fazed by the accusation in any way as he replied, "The form of soul magic we had to use to bind the books to Potter's true memories required some sacrifices from your original plan. We have a way of compensating for it however. We created a travel sized black board that is tied to the books just for that purpose. You see, only those magicals that are mentioned in the chapter can read said chapter. The black board is enchanted to list for us all possible magicals that can read each chapter as we get to it."
She felt her eye twitch at that and was not happy when he continued on in a soothing voice, "As I already stated it is required that they speak the truth, the book won't let them speak anything else."
She glared at the Unspeakable as she hissed, "What is your master plan if only Potter can read and he refuses to you idiot?"
She was flummoxed when Croaker smiled at her until he explained, "They can't say anything unless it's what comes next in the chapter once they start reading how can they refuse?" She started laughing at that knowing she would have to work fast to get Cornelius in on this scheme.
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The sorting feast was long over and the children all carefully tucked into their beds. Albus Dumbledore stared out over the moonlit lake out on the grounds from up in his office window. He was lost in thought at what had happened tonight. After the feast had finished and he had retired to his office and was almost about to go to bed, Dolores had arrived and demanded entrance to talk to him and she had brought Cornelius with her. If her appointment had not been madding enough for him, now they were going to pull this on top of it, reading Harry's life out to the entire great hall and multiple people from the Ministry. The last thing he needed was someone poking logic sized holes in the things he had done over the years, especially when the smarter ones might realize that there is things that he had not told anyone and disagree with if they should stay hidden. With a scowl he turned away from the window and stalked to bed to rest his weary old bones.
HPAUP1
Harry glowered as he made his way down the stairs to breakfast, after the fight with Seamus last night and being told they had to be down in the Great Hall by seven this morning he just did not feel like spending time with anyone yet. He ignored everyone that stared at him, all the pointed fingers and such yesterday when they were at the feast had been infuriating and knew from experience that they would not go away just yet.
As he entered the Great Hall he quickly scanned the Gryffindor table to decide where to sit. Knowing that Ron and Hermione would eventually join him no matter where he sat he decided to sit across from Neville, if there was one person he could sit with and not say anything but it not be awkward it was Neville. Well as long as he did not have that weird plant pus shooting thing that he had had on the train yesterday. Shame washed over him at that thought of his friend, now that he knew what happened to Neville's parents it made Neville more like him than anyone else in Hogwarts.
Slowly taking his seat he sent a small smile at Neville as he proceeded to start digging into his breakfast. He had not managed to get far before Ron dropped into the seat next to him saying, "Budge up Harry, want to get some food before this meeting we have to have today." Harry could not help himself as he frowned at Ron. He had not fully forgiven Ron for everything he pulled again and again then last night Ron had backed him up, but the way he had done it left a sour taste in Harry's mouth. It was like Ron was flaunting his Prefect position more then Ron was defending him.
As he was thinking Hermione has slid into the seat on the other side of him and though he could not see it, he knew she had that calculating look on her face. The one where she was trying to measure the mood he was in, how the hell she could tell his mood better than he could himself was something beyond him. She opened her mouth probably to reproach Ron or tell him to tell her what was bothering him, when gasps started filtering through the hall. Walking into the Great Hall was Cornelius Fudge the greedy money grubber that became Minister and that Toad woman that would be teaching them defense, behind them was two men in grey cloaks holding books and a small blackboard, then was six people all of which looked like they were important to the government (he remembered a few of them from the trial but he knew none of them by name) and last in the little parade was a dozen Aurors.
He watched intently as they made the was to the Head Table not even stopping as all but the Aurors and the men in grey robes made their way around to sit with the teachers. He strained to listen, trying to hear what they were saying as the Aurors filtered around the hall, he was relieved to see that Kingsley was there but knew he could not say anything to him without revealing the existence of the Order.
Suddenly Dumbledore stood and in his passive aggressive grandfather voice said, "Today the Ministry had decided it is their right and duty to bring truth to light. Through intensive magical testing they had created a way to read the life story of an individual based on their very magic. They have unfortunately decided that said individual has no right to privacy and everyone must hear everything that has ever happened to them."
Harry had a sinking feeling in his gut at that point, which was confirmed moments later as one of the men in grey cloaks spoke up, "Now, none of that Dumbledore, it's not Potter's whole life only the important years of his life here at Hogwarts that we will be discussing."
Harry felt himself stiffen as the noise broke out around the hall. He felt Hermione grasping his arm tightly and saying something to him but he could not catch the words. He felt like he had stood up too fast and all the blood was rushing out of his head. As he was trying to focus on anything other than what was happening he tried to catch Dumbledore's eye only for the old man to avoid his gaze again. He didn't know if he should be happy when the anger cut through the haze his mind had fallen into like a hot knife through butter. He heard the man in the grey cloak explain how the books worked and one of the Government personnel, who introduced herself as Amelia Bones Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, talked about how people who had committed any criminal acts within the books would be brought to justice.
His mind felt numb he knew people near him were whispering and in some cases whispering to him but he could not comprehend what was going on, the final barrier he used to keep his friends could very well be torn away from him in the next few moments for all he knew. He had no delusions that if anyone knew about how the Dursleys treated him that no one would want to spend time with him and it would be just like Grade school again.
He had been staring at the Head Table so he was one of the first to notice when writing started appearing on the black board like an invisible hand was writing in fancy script, but he was not the gasps across the hall where any indication. It seemed to form a list as it slowly spelled out:
Minerva McGonagall
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Rubeus Hagrid
Cornelius sneered as he spoke, "So which one of you would like to read whatever it was you three did?"
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I tried to create a more logical process for the books to be read at Hogwarts, rather than use a more normal Deus Ex Machina form (aka. room of requirement) like people normally do.