Déjà vu...
Umbridge. Pointing a stubby stick of a wand at Harry's chest. She had finally decided where would cause the most pain. "I ask you again," she said, "tell me." A fleeting memory of a sobbing Hermione and a grinning Malfoy flashed through his mind. He kept his face blank. He didn't need to ask what Umbridge was planing on. She gave a short, high-pitched giggle, like a school girl looking at a gift. "No," whispered Harry softly. He could feel the cold stone behind him, and the chains that bound him to the wall had begun to cut into his wrists. The corner of Umbridge's mouth twitched. "No?" she asked, barely louder than Harry. Harry looked into her pale eyes and replied even more quietly, "No." A grin of glee passed over Umbridge's face. "Do you know how much the Cruciatus Curse hurts?" she asked mildly, as if she was asking if he liked sugar in his tea. Harry inclined his head ever so slightly and shut his eyes. "Yes," he hissed, quietly though his voiced filled the air and raised his head, eyes wide, "I know." Umbridge curled her upper lip, displaying a set of perfect teeth. "Fool," she said slowly, in such a good likeness to Draco that Harry nearly started.
Umbridge took a step back, and called out in a voice that seemed to deep to be her own, "CRUCIO!" Harry bent backwards, his chest thrust out, mouth closed. His world turned into one where his only thought was the pain. For a moment, Umbridge looked victorious. Then the voice in Harry's head, the one that had rescued him from Imperus, the one that kept him sane for Occlumency, burst through. Harry's eyes, that had been closed tight with pain, burst open. "No," said the calming voice. The pain subsided. Harry smiled, and looked deep into Umbridge's eyes.
The memory subsided. Harry knelt panting on the floor. He looked across the office. Snape was unconscious on the floor. Harry looked quickly over to Dumbledor. "Whatever that memory was," said Dumbledor softly, "it was vicious." Harry nodded. Snape stirred on the floor, and sat up. He looked at Harry, his face for the first time Harry had ever seen it free of any sign of hatred. "P-p-professor?" stuttered Harry, standing slowly. Severus followed Harry's actions. Snape turned to Dumbledor, a mix of confusion and pain on his face, "Since when did physical pain transfer with a memory?" he asked. "Pain?" said Dumbledor, hoping he had heard Severus wrong. Snape however, nodded. "It would have to be incredibly strong pain, and fear," said Dumbledor, looking at Harry. Harry, unsure if he was in trouble, nodded slowly, "Cruciatus Curse," he said softly, "Umbridge's." Dumbledor looked both of the over. "Perhaps," he said softly, "you would both like to make use of the Pensive?" Harry let out a sigh of thankfulness.