Waking the Demon- Bullet for my Valentine (Warning: Horror)
The scream rang through the air. Blood dripped from the open wounds covering the legs and torso of the fat woman. "Would you like to write something?" The blond man passed the stained knife to the cloaked figure observing from the corner. "Thank you." He moved forward to stand over the woman, who was whimpering and had soiled herself quite a while ago.
"How much time has passed?" He inquired or the shorter man.
"I've been playing for quite a while, almost three hours."
"I think she knows who I am, my angel." He turned to her. "Well Dolores? Who am I? Or are you as stupid as we all assumed you were."
Her throat worked convulsingly, blood dribbled out the sides of her lips but she still managed to inject venom into her words "Harry Potter."
The man brought a hand up to push back the long black hood, revealing a handsome face, a mop of black hair and starting green eyes. "Very good Dolores, that's a point for you." He brought the knife down and made a large gauge in a straight line. A bloody parody of a tally mark. A scream tore from her abused throat, more blood dripped off of her chins "Now let's see if you can answer another. Why are you here?"
"D-don't kn-know. You br-brough-t me h-here." The words were raw and broken, you could barely hear them.
"You don't know?" Harry inquired, his voice soft, his tone deadly. "Are you claiming to not remember? What you did to me, to my friends? The horror you started at Hogwarts?"
"N-nothing." This was stronger, as if declaring an irreversible truth. Green eyes lit in fury.
"You did nothing?" His voice rose, seeming to shake. "If you hadn't been such a monster, people would still be alive. I've tracked it all down Dolores, and it all started with you. Everything could have been prevented! Lupin, Tonks, Fred…" He trailed off as Draco stepped forward, and placed a hand on his shoulder. The anger seemed to leave his body and he smiled softly and gratefully at his Bonded.
"It does not matter anymore, it is over."
And Delores Umbridge's world became a constant cycle of pain and insanity.