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Chapter 2 – More Attacks

Draco came back to the school within a week. He was accompanied by a private healer hired by Lucius to help the boy cope and learn, or at least try to learn, a type of sign language. He'd settle if his son just learned to write fast.

Lucius had actually gone screaming to the Dark Lord asking (because he knew better than to demand) if the Death Eaters could assist in helping to find the person responsible for this insult to the Malfoys and then to give proper and endless punishment to the fiend.

Voldemort refused saying there were other things more important and that Lucius should just seek his own revenge. Voldemort was staying at Malfoy Manor but only temporarily until his own private house could be repaired and refitted as a citadel.

So far there was no clue as to who had committed this outrage. Snape wanted to blame Potter (since he blamed him for everything) but even he had to admit it was beyond Potter's limited talent, especially since it was done in Slytherin House during the middle of the night and no one but a Slytherin could get passed the wards of that House.

Meanwhile Umbridge had begun her reign of terror. She had tried to get a rise out of Harry, tried very hard, but he had ignored her much to the surprise of everyone, especially Dumbledore when he heard about it. Thus, Harry did not earn the detention she so sincerely wanted to give him. He kept his mouth shut, his head down and was following her instructions.

Besides, as usual, Hermione had opened her big mouth and asked the questions which needed to be asked as had a few others, but Harry just kept quiet.

However, by the second class, after being ragged unmercifully by Ron, Harry still wasn't going to get himself in trouble. Umbridge had tried to goad him but he just answered respectfully and tersely and kept his head down.

He was doing it so well that Hermione made a comment about his self-control and after nagging him to say something about the unfairness of the situation, he merely replied, "I'm trying to behave myself for once. Aren't you glad?"

"But Harry it's not like you to stand by and watch an injustice being done. Are you ill? Don't you intend to protest?"

"Nope, you did a fine job in our first class and from what others are saying at least every class has asked the same questions and gotten the same answers."

"But mate," Ron had added, "You usually DO SOMETHING so why aren't.…"

"And I just get in trouble. If you think that someone should do something," purred Harry, "then why don't you be the one to do it. Or," he said to Hermione, "Why don't you talk with McGonagall or Dumbledore?"

This was what she always said and advised him to do and now that he was "behaving" and wasn't getting involved she didn't know how to act. She would just have to report this to Dumbledore at their weekly briefing.

And she and Ron did. Dumbledore was puzzled and concerned as he had expected the boy to be in detention and in trouble by this time. He would have to cast a charm on the boy to make him "act normal" so that his plans could start. Meanwhile Granger and Weasley would just have to urge him to "act normal" and he'd give them a week before he'd call Harry to his office for "a chat" or two.

Ron was discussing Umbridge with Harry every chance he got. He was most relentless when they were going to bed in their dorm. He just wouldn't shut up until both Dean and Seamus told him to and then, as usual, he ignored them. Then Harry told him to shut up or "do it yourself if you are that angry" but it still didn't shut Ron up.

But something else would although no one knew it yet.

Exactly one week after Malfoy's attack, Ron woke up as usual very, very hungry. They all went down to breakfast where Ron piled his plate with as much as it could hold and began to eat. Naturally he was talking, eating and grossing people out, eating some more and then it happened. He stopped in mid-sentence, got a strange expression on his face and then without warning, vomited up his breakfast. It was not a pretty sight.

Fred took pity not on Ron but himself and the others at the table by vanishing the mess. Ron didn't even thank his brother he just took a drink of pumpkin juice and started refilling his plate and going back to his conversation about the Chudley Cannons' chances for their next game. But then he threw up and again and McGonagall came over to remove him from the table and to take him up to Madame Pomfrey much to the relief of the entire Great Hall by this time. She also cleaned up the mess.

Pomfrey gave his an exam and then treated him for a stomach problem, thinking he was probably coming down with a stomach bug. Just to be safe, she wanted him to stay in the Infirmary for the day and although he didn't like the idea at least it got him out of classes.

But then he couldn't keep down his lunch or his dinner. He couldn't keep down the broth he was given despite all the potions Pomfrey spelled directly into his stomach. By the second day a very hungry Ron was complaining. He was starving but just couldn't eat.

Pomfrey was at a loss and since she couldn't find the problem she was forced to send him to St. Mungo's. The poor staff at St. Mungo's had to put up with not only one of the whiniest 15 year olds in the last few decades but the terror known as Molly Weasley.

After a week at St. Mungo's a diagnosis was reached. Ron Weasley had developed an allergy to food, or at least solid food and so far there was no cure. The only things he could keep down were various potions, water, weak, broth, weak herbal tea and carrot juice for some strange reason. Anything else he vomited. From the looks of things, he would be that way for the rest of his life. He had to be put in restraints upon hearing this and Molly threatened to sue St. Mungo's for malpractice because this wasn't a diagnosis she would accept and they just better find a cure.

Well they couldn't but they would keep looking as this was a very interesting case. It was so interesting that they were consulting with some Muggleborn doctors in the Muggle world to see if they could help.

Ron was gone from school for two weeks and only came back because he was forced to. Snape refused to make all the necessary potions for the boy because (1) he just didn't have the time and (2) he hated the kid, his family and it wasn't part of his job description. Besides just who was going to pay for all the special ingredients needed to make the special potions as some of the items needed were very expensive?

In the end Hogwarts would be picking up the tab for the potions since he was a student and it was Hogwarts' responsibility to feed its students even if that student had special, expensive food requirements. Snape was ordered by Dumbledore to make the potions. He refused. Dumbledore ordered him again telling him he could not refuse.

Snape contacted Lucius Malfoy who although he was no longer a member of the Hogwarts Board of Governors, still had connections and, backed up by Umbridge, it was finally decided that St. Mungo's would be providing the potions but Hogwarts would pay for them.

What Ron would do for food when not at Hogwarts was not the problem of St. Mungo's or Hogwarts and since Molly always bragged how good she was at brewing potions well then she could just brew them. "It would probably save you more money in buying the potion ingredients that what you normally spend on food to feed your bottomless pit" Snape had told her.

Ron still sat at the table for meals guzzling his foul tasting (of course) potions and drinking his carrot juice (he hated carrots and the juice from them even more) and weak, sugarless tea. He did nothing but complained the entire time and people began to wish for the good old days when he just inhaled vast amounts of food.

The Twins took pity on the table by casting silencing charms on him during meals but got a howler from their mother because they were picking on poor Ronnie during his time of trouble. So they had to stop but others from Gryffindor or Ravenclaw did it for them.

Eventually Ron stopped eating at the table because he could still see and smell the food and knowing he couldn't have any was too much torture, so there was peace at last – except for when his roommates had to cast silencing charms around their room so that they couldn't hear Ron's sobs and his even worse than usual snores.

While Ron had been at St. Mungo's, yet another person had been punished. Who was it you may ask? Why Umbridge herself.

She had finally managed to get Harry in detention. She had to use a very flimsy excuse but she had shamelessly done it. She made him use a blood quill and write "I must not tell lies" for three hours each time. Then she would not give him a pass for being out after curfew and he would receive another detention by a Prefect lurking outside the toad's office and he would serve more detentions.

Except he wouldn't as this time he decided to do something about it. After the first detention he reported it to McGonagall. She had actually been outraged and told Dumbledore, who had no choice but to complain to Fudge. Fudge, however, refused to believe it despite the words etched into the boy's hand. An Auror who had accompanied Fudge to Hogwarts to investigate the complaint had cast a glamour on Harry's hand. You couldn't see the words but that didn't mean they were not there just hidden.

Therefore, Umbridge got away with it, Fudge was in cahoots and got some revenge on the Boy-Who-Lived and merely announced that he had either fooled McGonagall and Dumbledore or they were in on the "conspiracy" against poor Delores.

So Harry had been given a month's detention "merely doing lines like he had before" and Gryffindor House lost 300 points. The smug smirk on Umbridge's face was even more disgusting than usual and you couldn't wipe it off.

There was now a slight problem as if something strange happened to Umbridge, Harry would be blamed. Not Dumbledore or McGonagall but Harry. So arrangements were made to get Umbridge out of Hogwarts for a meeting so that something could happen to her and Harry couldn't be blamed.

It had taken two weeks, two more weeks of Harry enduring horrible pain from not only the blood quill but having to see the stomach-turning smirks on Umbridge's ugly face, but it was done.

Fudge had been "convinced" by Lucius Malfoy to call Delores in for a meeting at the Ministry. The meeting took place in front of several witnesses. The meeting mercifully ended as all of those present had had to spend two hours listening to Umbridge bragging about all the improvements she was making at Hogwarts and how it was only a matter of time before Dumbledore was thrown out and Potter punished for his lies.

They were all leaving Fudge's office when a chill in the air was felt. Much to everyone's horror, the two Dementors kept at the Ministry were floating in the hall outside the office. All were shocked still upon seeing the vile, frightening creatures not only out of the special room they resided in but that they were there closing in on the seven people exiting the office.

One Dementor floated over to Cyrus Duffin, a middle level employee of the Child Welfare Department, who was a very annoying Pureblood so incompetent and powerless that during the first war Voldemort refused to recruit him as he would be more trouble than he was worth. You can imagine how bad that guy was! He was useless and aggravating and wouldn't be missed by anybody (especially his long-suffering family) and, most importantly, he had no connection whatsoever to Harry Potter.

The second Dementor headed for Delores and then before anyone could react, both Cyrus and Delores were given the kiss. Everybody else fled with Lucius leading the way. They turned the corner and were greeted with the horrible sight of seeing a witch and a wizard laying still with lifeless eyes wide open in horror.

It was declared a terrible, unfortunate accident. So three nonentities were sacrificed (on orders of Voldemort) so that one vile, vicious bitch could meet her well-deserved end and Harry would stop suffering.

Fudge saw to it that Delores was given a fine funeral. He made attendance mandatory as very few people would have come voluntarily. He personally gave the eulogy and it was very long, boring but a great sleep inducer.

It was the cover up that was his greatest coup regarding her death. Sirius Black was blamed for the actions of the Dementors. If fact, Black was being blamed for anything unusual such as the increased "pranks" being played on Muggles. Although it had been Lucius' suggestion, Fudge made it his own and took it to such lengths that Lucius, Dumbledore and even Black were impressed.

It was really Percy Weasley who wrote the news releases and speeches but Fudge who delivered it with such feeling and conviction and made it the official Ministry position as, after all, there was no way the Potter boy was telling the truth as dead men don't come back to life, so it had to be Black who was responsible for everything.

But Harry wanted Fudge punished for his betrayal whereas Voldemort wanted him kept in office, so they compromised. Voldemort arranged for Fudge to be administered as special potion and as such, it could not be traced back to Harry or even Dumbledore. It would however, serve to pacify Harry regarding his treatment.

Cornelius Fudge developed the worst case of halitosis that the healers at St. Mungo's had ever seen. They had no cure for it but knew that it was definitely a hex. "You will just have to hope it goes away" they had told him.

It ended up that Fudge's mouth had to be specially charmed so that he could breathe and talk around people and they would be spared from inhaling most of the smell. Unfortunately for everybody, another charm had to be placed so that he could eat. Therefore, no one could sit next to him while he ate so there were always two empty seats on either side of him when he ate in public.

So his life consisted of the casting and re-casting of the various charms which allowed him to still function. But no charm could prevent his food and drink from tasting bad but at least he could eat and get some, but not much, enjoyment unlike Arthur Weasley's unfortunate son.

Damn that Sirius Black!

Without Umbridge at Hogwarts, Harry's detentions were cancelled and Dumbledore allowed the glamour on his hand to be removed. It did nothing to fix it and only served to remind the boy of his abuse at the hands of Umbridge and the Ministry – and Dumbledore's cooperation.

That miserable bastard had known the glamour was there and could have removed it the same day it was placed and called Fudge out, but he had not. He left Harry to suffer the horror which was Umbridge as well as the 300 points being taken from Gryffindor. Not only was Gryffindor House furious with Harry (even though as usual it wasn't his fault) but the three other Houses had found out and saw to Harry's further hurt and humiliation.

Harry wasn't allowed to kill Dumbledore as that was reserved for Voldemort BUT he was allowed to hurt him whether it be physically or emotionally. Harry doubted that Dumbledore had real emotions so physical discomfort or public humiliation it had to be.

What to do, what to do? A prank? A really bad prank? Yes that was the answer and since Harry Potter never played pranks, no doubt the Weasley Twins would be blamed.

It was very convenient to be able to speak parsel tongue. One of the beauties of the language was that only two people (in Britain, at least) could speak it – Voldemort and Harry Potter. When a spell or a curse was cast in this rare language, it was all but impossible for it to be removed except by another parsel speaker.

A disillusioned Winky was able to sneak into the Headmaster's office late one night when the portraits were asleep and Fawkes was out flying. She grabbed exactly three lemon drops and took them to Harry who cast an ancient and very nasty hex on them. Then she quickly took them back. Now all they had to do was to wait.

The hex wouldn't start until all three drops were eaten, but since Dumbledore averaged at least a dozen drops a day (more if he was having a bad day) it wasn't very long until it took effect.

Dumbledore had just sat down for lunch in the Great Hall when the hex took effect. Every single hair on his body fell out. He was completely bald, had no beard, eyebrows, eyelashes or even hair on his arms, legs or any other places. It exposed the ancient body of the Headmaster in all its ugliness as Albus Dumbledore had never been an attractive man even in his youth.

He had also had a very bad case of dragon pox when he was a child and his face would always carry the scars. That was one of the reasons he grew a beard. He also had age spots which he personally had always considered very unattractive and had glamoured away the ones on his hands. He hadn't looked at his naked body since he was in his seventies but knew they were on his arms, legs and torso but his gaudy, long flowing robes hide them.

Now the ones on his face, neck and bald head showed and he discovered that due to whatever "prank" had been played on him, a glamour would not work to cover them up. He had very pale skin and if it were not for his large, bulbous nose, one would notice a strong resemblance to the snake-like appearance of Voldemort.

People now cringed when they saw him and even his strongest eye twinkle or serene smile could not bring back any attractiveness to the wizard's features. Due to his new raw exposed looks, no one wanted to look him directly at him let alone in the eyes so he had lost the use of one of his best sources of manipulations.

Dumbledore was furious and swore revenge on whoever was responsible for this outrage. The only problem was he didn't know who to revenge on as it was far beyond what the Weasley Twins could do and St. Mungo's had never come across such a thing. They advised he wear a wig on his head but added that a false beard would be ridiculous and he would be foolish to wear one. "Hopefully," the Healers had said, "it will wear off and your hair will regrow."

That had been no comfort at all and although he did take to wearing a wig, it just wouldn't sit right on his now shiny, slippery head and a sudden breeze (or a slyly cast spell) would blow the wig off no matter how strong a sticking charm he placed on it.

Eventually he would find out who did it and make their life miserable even after the spell was removed. He had a gut feeling that somehow Tom had arranged for it to be done therefore he must have a spy at Hogwarts, other than Severus Snape. Snape had sworn he had not caused it and from the information he could obtain, the Dark Lord was just as surprised as anyone else about the "strange occurrences at Hogwarts" and most especially what had befallen the poor, unfortunate Malfoys.

He had looked so shocked that Severus believed him. But Voldie had always been a great actor and had even fooled Dumbledore on occasion while he was still a student.

Voldie would enjoy seeing the expression on the face of the "Greatest Manipulator" since - well since anybody – when he found out that his Pawn had betrayed him. But first he would have Dumbledore's empire crumble and see the old $*#& &((& defeated, miserable and begging for mercy at his feet.

He would not get it from Voldie, Harry or anybody as he deserved complete ruination for his sins before being consigned to Hell.

Yes revenge was a dish best served cold especially when Dumbledore never thought he could or would lose.