Hello again! So I have decided to write another story as I do my one about Abra the Israeli transfer student. This one will have drama! Romance! Action! And also, Dolores Umbridge? So I present to you , THE EARLY LIFE OF DOLORES JANE UMBRRIDGE!

Thursday! Thought a 10 year old, Dolores Parke as she skipped through the forest. Little Dolores, loved Thursdays. Why? Because Thursday was her escape day. An escape from her perfectionist mother, and alcoholic father, who were both muggles. Yes big shockers, the future torturer of harry was a muggleborn. I know you probably are extremely lost at this point. Don't be. I'm sure you'll understand this story sometime. On Thursdays, Dolores would go deep into the forest, climb the highest tree and just sit there, and watch everything. From little Bobby Princeton playing with his toy soldiers while his loving mother brought out freshly baked cookies to Suzie Shannon, Having a tea party with her mom, dad, and two lovely porcelain dolls. Oh how Dolores wanted freshly baked cookies and a non alcoholic dad and two gorgeous porcelain dolls. But Dolores had her advantages. She could quickly outwit her parents at any given moment; she could talk to cats also. They understood her, and comforted her and willingly did her bidding. To her, the stray, underfed cats of the town were her best friend, But everyone else hated cats. Whenever they saw one, the children would kick them, and throw rocks at them, and Dolores was angry. "Leave them alone! What did smasher ever do to you! He just wanted to cross the street! You are the cruelest, vilest, most insipid little twerp I ever met!" she would always yell at Suzie, loved to throw poor, muddy, smasher at her. She also loved to hit the children. At her school (a prestigious catholic school for girls) the teachers would whip her with meter sticks and called her a "devil child" whenever she made little Jane Neman's rabbit hang itself in the courtyard. Not only did she despise children, she despised rabbits even more. So far you kind of understand the character of Dolores Umbridge, an angsty ten year old girl who hated everything that walked flied, or even breathed! Except her magical tutor who taught her about everything magical. They would always meet in the forest. Except, her tutor was late! As she walked across the small clearing she saw the tutor had hung herself. Outraged at the fact that one of her only friends had took her own life, she packed her few possessions, and allowed her army of strays to take her to the magical wonderland her tutor had talked about. She knew she wouldn't be missed. After all, her parents hated her, right? She began to walk up a dusty dirt road that led to her beloved forest. She began to sing a song she heard from a play she snuck into. Dolores faintly recalled the name. "Fiddler on the roof." She began to sing her song. A song that everyone snickered at when they heard it. But there would be no one to snicker at her so she began to sing.

"If I were a rich man, ye-duh-Dee du Dee du did du di deedle, Dee.

If I had all the money in the world if I were a wealthy man. Oh!" she began to imitate the fiddler as she closed her eyes and pretended she was walking on a different dirt road. Pogroms had driven her out of her beloved Russia and began her journey to America. Her feet were wrapped in the thin cloths and her feet were covered in icy mud, instead of her boring Mary Janes. Dolores took off the shoes and flung them across the forest; accidentally scaring a few foxes and a bear or two. She then wrapped her feet in the now soggy, muddy, frilly socks. There. Now she felt more comfortable. Crunch! She heard the soft footsteps of a little boy. He came from behind the dead cypress tree that stood loosely to her right. He had short slicked back, platinum blonde hair. He was very tall, for a ten year old. He wore a long black coat with green threads. He spoke in a haughty, authorative tone.

Girl! What are you doing in this part of the forest?"

Are you a wizard?"

"But of course! I'll walk you to the manor."

"What manor? Are you a wizard prince?"

"No, but I might as well be. I'm filthy rich! I'm a Malfoy! You can call me abraxas Malfoy the great."

"I'll call you a bumbling baboon before I call you great. You can call me Dolores… Umbridge, Pureblood"

"Thank Merlin! I thought I was talking to a filthy half-blood! Or even worse, a mudblood!

Dolores wasn't sure what a mudblood was. And she wasn't too quick to ask. This Abraxas fellow sounded very "in charge". So she just decided to follow him to her new life. Dolores Umbridge. Pureblood.

-so what do you think? I hope you guys liked it, I'm relatively new to fanfiction so please don't flame me. Yet. So it's late (checks computer) about 8:38 pm. Man, I like just got back from Ballet class. Do you have any idea what those people do to your poor feet? Mine are still sore. Oh Well. Please review and tell me good healing products for sore feet! Ow….

-littlemisslyss