Hell & the Toad
Harry was so horrified he couldn't even scream.
This, this was...worse than a hundred thousand cruciatus curses all at once...
He felt bile rising in his throat.
Though he had braced himself for the worst, this was far beyond what his feeble mind could have dreamed up.
In fact, Harry wondered briefly if he was dreaming, but then he remembered that even his dreams of Voldemort's activities were less horrible than this.
He felt like retching, and yet he was unable to tear his eyes from the hideous sight that lay before him.
Oh, what he would give to spend the rest of his life locked in the Dursleys' cupboard again. It was preferable to the living hell he was experiencing now.
This was a sight that no living creature should ever be subjected to.
"Well, are you going to come to bed or not?" Umbridge demanded. Somehow she looked even more like a toad without her clothes on, if that was possible. "We do have to consummate our marriage, after all, according to Ministry Decree #476845E section VIII paragraph 3."
As he slowly headed into the bowels of hell (the bedroom), Harry cursed marriage laws a thousand, thousand, thousand times over.
