I was going to post this chapter earlier but my internet wouldn't connect, I spent three whole hours trying to get it to connect because it was just my computer, nobody else's and my iPod and Blackberry were both connected so it was very infuriating. So anyway this chapter is still set before the actual Deathly Hallow books starts so I hope you like it, one thing I imagine in this chapter was just hilarious to me, see if you can spot it!
Chapter 2 – Infiltrating the Ministry
It was late June and Alex had been staying at the Malfoy Manor for the past few weeks, she had learned a great deal over that period of time, she had learned to close her mind completely, Bellatrix was no longer able to invade it, she was able to throw powerful curses that many young wizards her age would not have been able to perform in their own dizziest daydreams, Alex was able to perform each of the three unforgivable cures to perfection if she wanted to…there was only one problem, Alex still found if difficult to perform them on other people, something that was wearing Bellatrix extremely thin, the time was drawing closer that Alex had to be ready and Bellatrix was afraid of failing the Dark Lord and baring his wrath. Bellatrix had not quite succeeded in indoctrinating Alex even with all the punishments and rewards she had given her.
"Remember what I told you, mud-bloods, muggles and other creatures are lesser than you, they do not deserve to be in your almighty presence, therefore they must be punished, or the filth rid of." Bellatrix hissed, whispering into Alex's ear. The words bounced around inside Alex's head, she tried to listen, tried to believe it but she was too stubborn to believe what in her mind was a ridiculous theory.
By the last week they had remaining Bellatrix had become desperate, they would soon be infiltrating the Ministry and be attempting to assassinate the Minister for Magic, only Alex wasn't ready…only Bellatrix had thought that. Alex had woken up that morning and everything had seemed clear as day to her, she must rid the world of all those unworthy. When practicing with Bellatrix she preformed every hex, jinx and curse she had been taught without fail when it finally came to the unforgivable curses Alex felt confident while Bellatrix was nervous, in a few days time Voldemort was to watch Alex perform all these spells to ensure that she had been taught well enough to participate in the assassination and to become a Death Eater herself.
"Crucio!" Alex said confidently, her victim yelled out in pain, but Alex felt nothing not even the pain that she had done before, she concentrated harder and her victims cries became more agonised, she stopped and then so did her victims cries, she thought it best to be put him out of his misery, that was the least she could do for him she thought to herself.
"Avada Kedavera!" Alex spoke sending a jet of glowing green light at the muggle lying on the floor; he soon lay dead still in front of her, his chest neither rising nor falling as it had done only a few short seconds ago. Alex lowered her wand, although she did not feel good, she did not feel bad either. Bellatrix let out a howl of evil laughter dancing around the room whooping with joy.
"I did it!" She yelled her arms raised above her head dancing. "We did it! You did it!" She continued yelling sending an array of coloured sparks shooting for the end of her wand in celebration.
Soon enough Alex had showed Voldemort and his party of Death Eaters what Bellatrix had taught her and she had preformed each and every one correctly, with skill and without emotion. Draco Malfoy stared at her with a horrified expression on his face, he had still not been able to kill anyone yet now Alex seemed to do it with such ease. He watched with difficulty as Alex held out her left arm allowing the dark mark to be placed on the underside of her forearm, she winced occasionally as the black ink like skull with a snake emitting from it's open mouth pulsed black on her arm like a fresh tattoo. Snape also watched strenuously as the dark mark appeared on her arm it only seemed that Bellatrix was the one to act like a proud parent.
"I must congratulate you Bellatrix." Voldemort spoke indifferently. "I thought you may have found this a somewhat difficult task to complete." Voldemort went on, Bellatrix bowed her head as she usually did.
"My Lord, it was a task." Bellatrix answered while she fidgeted uncontrollably in her seat aside Alex who sat stiff and unmoving like a statue. There was silence for a few moments as each of the Death Eaters stared around the table exchanging glances.
"It looks like we shall now be ready to invade the Ministry." Voldemort spoke finally, there was an array of mutters and whispers that erupted after the words were spoken. "If the Ministry shall fall Harry Potter will no longer be under protection of the Auror's." Voldemort told his followers, Snape however cut in.
"The Potter boy is no longer under protection of the Ministry and its Auror's, he is under protection of the Order." Snape informed Voldemort flatly.
"Very well Severus." Voldemort spoke coldly. "Having control of the Ministry itself will bring us many advantages and I still must collect some of my fellow followers in Azkaban." Voldemort spoke finally, everyone's eyes seemed to shift to stare at the Malfoy's where there was an empty seat beside Draco and Narcissa, Lucius Malfoy was still locked away in Azkaban for what had happened in City Hall two years previously.
Alex peered over at the cauldron filled with a mud like substance bubbling away. Alex gulped.
"Do we have to drink that?" Alex asked disgusted. Bellatrix nodded curtly.
"In order to get into the Ministry we have to disguise ourselves…I'm still wanted and you're still missing." Bellatrix answered coldly.
"So what happens when we…kill the minister?" Alex inquired curiously.
"Death Eaters will no longer have to be in hiding." Bellatrix answered once more pouring a ladle of polyjuice potion into a phial.
"How long will it last?" Alex asked. Bellatrix was beginning to become frustrated with all of Alex's questions.
"You have enough for a whole day at the Ministry, once you feel yourself beginning to change back take another gulp from your phial." Bellatrix answered sternly thrusting the phial into Alex's hand. "Follow!" Bellatrix ordered picking up a bag, turning and heading out into the early morning July sun, across the courtyard and just outside of the rout iron gates. This was the first time Alex had actually been out of the Malfoy Manors extensive grounds, she did not feel the urge to escape taking hold of Bellatrix's arm and disapparted on the spot. They arrived in the bustling streets of London where hordes of muggles and wizards alike passed them. "Follow me," Bellatrix order once more strolling casually into the women's toilets and pulling out the phial, Bellatrix handed Alex a glass tube with hair inside of it, labelled Mafalda Hopkirk.
"What is this for?" Alex asked curiously.
"Who you're changing into," Bellatrix answered dismissively adding some hair from her own glass tube, dropping it into the mud-like potion. The potion began to froth changing to a light pink. Bellatrix contorted her face in disgust. Alex pulled out her phial adding the hair; her potion too frothed for a few moments before tuning from mud to a royal purple she then copying Bellatrix took a large gulp of polyjuice potion. Alex contorted her face, the taste was vile and bitter, and she could feel herself beginning to heave, clapping her hand to her mouth forcing herself to swallow. She ran over to a sink leaning over it for support and staring into the mirror Alex watched as her skin began to bubble and shift, she stared at her reflection as her face structure began to change and her hair began to turn from inky black to a light brown colour. She was then forced to unbutton the button of her jeans as her hips grew wider. Alex turned to look at Bellatrix who no longer looked like Bellatrix at all, resisting the urge to laugh she clapped her hand to her mouth. "Don't laugh!" Bellatrix frowned, her sleeves of her black dress were too long for her new body and her dress had stretched so much it had torn in some places. Bellatrix's slim body was no longer thin; instead it was short, squat and round. Alex was looking at Dolores Umbridge. Bellatrix examined her new self in the mirror, with a scowl prominent on her now toad-like face.
"I look hideous!" Bellatrix spat turning sharply away from the mirror unable to look at her reflection anymore.
"Remember Umbridge is nearly always smiling," Alex teased with a grin, Bellatrix scowled at Alex shoving the bag that contained the clothes they would be wearing. Bellatrix pulled out the pink dress and hat, frowning. She gagged, which made Alex giggle, while she slipped into her clothes. Alex too had to change, A few minutes later Bellatrix stepped into a cubicle; Alex did the same peering over it into where Bellatrix was standing.
"Flush yourself in; I'll meet you by the fountain." Bellatrix ordered flushing the toilet and disappearing instantly. Alex contorted her face stepping into the bowl.
"Eww" Alex murmured to herself, but her feet did not get wet pulling on the flush and disappearing and reappearing into a fire-grate. Alex joined the congregated atrium and walked to the fountain where Bellatrix was standing waiting for her.
"Lets go!" Bellatrix said abruptly that Alex had hardly had a chance to come to Bellatrix's side. The two headed towards the lifts stepping into it with many other Ministry personnel. Alex held on tight as the lift began to move, she had never been in one that moved so fast and that went, forward, backward, and diagonal as well as up and down. Alex tried her best to act normal smiling at the people that joined them on each floor, while Bellatrix on the other hand was not playing her role very well glowering at the people around her. Someone tapped Bellatrix on the shoulder. A tall red-headed boy, dressed in a smart black suit, Alex frowned, she had never seen him before, but he strongly resembled a Weasley.
"I thought you were downstairs at a Death Eaters hearing Dolores?" Percy Weasley asked, Bellatrix let out a giggle exactly like Umbridge turning to smile at him. It soon faded as soon as she saw who she was talking too.
"I'm on my way down there now, Come Mafalda!" Bellatrix ordered, getting off as soon as the lift had stopped. Percy went to say something but the two clambered out of the lift before he could say another word. Bellatrix headed up the hall Alex jogging behind her trying to keep up. "I swear if I wasn't under cover I would have killed that filthy blood-traitor!" Bellatrix murmured through gritted teeth as they walked briskly down the halls when Bellatrix stopped abruptly in her tracks making Alex bang into the back of her. "Watch where you're going!" Bellatrix barked at Alex bitterly turning to glare at her. Alex froze, she could feel herself beginning to tremble, the fear building up inside of her.
"Sorry." Alex mumbled, bowing her head. Bellatrix in turn said nothing gazing around the dark hall which they were standing in.
"We're on the wrong floor." Bellatrix muttered, thinking for a few moments.
"Then why did we get out of the lift?" Alex asked, Bellatrix turned to glower at Alex for a few seconds before answering.
"Because, I couldn't stand, to be standing next to that blood-traitor." Bellatrix answered with revulsion, "If I'm going to play my part and not blow the whole mission then Weasley wouldn't stand a chance." Bellatrix went on with an amused tone in her voice, Bellatrix seemed to be imagining the event in her head. Alex and Bellatrix soon continued their journey through the Ministry they had searched four floors already and each one didn't contain what they were looking for and twice they had been stopped asking why they weren't at a hearing. Both had stumbled on their words, once Bellatrix had panicked, stunning the wizard and dragging him into a room and locking it behind her.
"What if nobody finds him?" Alex asked, Bellatrix shrugged in response, she didn't care if he was found or not.
"Does it matter?" Bellatrix asked with a small giggle, Alex knew very well that it was supposed to have been a rhetorical question so in turn she didn't need to answer. They finally arrived at a long hall lined with many doors. Bellatrix blasted open a few, some filled with strange things Alex could have scarcely imagined, one was just a glass tank containing a three headed white shark. Alex had freaked running from the door. Some doors were completely empty just blackness.
"Helloooo!" Alex called into it, she heard it echo and laughed. Bellatrix grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, pulling her a long the hall. Alex winced at Bellatrix's strong grip.
"We don't have time for childish games!" Bellatrix told her, finally stopping outside a door that read 'Minister for Magic', Bellatrix knocked this time as opposed to blasting the door off its hinges. They heard a faint voice call
"Come in!" and Bellatrix entered the office alone. "Ah, Dolores," Scrimgeour said looking up from his paperwork and smiling at Bellatrix who he thought was Umbridge.
"Morning, Minister," Bellatrix answered curtly with a small unpleasant smile heading further into the office. Alex stood guard outside listening to the murmuring voices inside the Ministers office. Alex looked down the hall in horror she could see the real Umbridge this time heading up the corridor. Umbridge was examining the doors that had been blasted off their hinges by Bellatrix. It didn't take long before Umbridge noticed Alex standing there.
"Mafalda…what are you doing here?" Umbridge asked, Alex gulped knocking on the door, trying to ignore Umbridge as he drew closer but no one answered. "Mafalda I'm talking to you." Alex heard the sound of Umbridge's voice as she began to draw closer. "Mafalda are you listening to me?" Alex quickly forced her way in her wand raised. Bellatrix had her wand pointed at the Minister.
"Umbridge is coming!" Alex said quickly, Bellatrix glared at Alex turning back to the Minister.
"You're in luck Scrimgeour" Bellatrix hissed her wand pointing directly at him "This will be quick as opposed to my other intensions for today." Bellatrix cackled. The Minister looked at Bellatrix in both confusion and in horror when the real Umbridge opened the door staring at the scene before her. Alex stunned the real Umbridge bolting out of the door, Bellatrix sent the killing curse at Scrimgeour missing him by a millimetre and bolting out the door after Alex. The two sprinted down the halls when they heard and echo of the Ministers voice as an announcement echoed over their heads.
"Death Eaters are in the Ministry! Disguises as Dolores Umbridge and Mafalda Hopkirk!" the voiced echoed continuously. Alex was lost amongst the crowd of Ministry officials swamping towards them, she had lost Bellatrix, she could also hear the sound of Umbridge shrieking
"Get your hands off me the real culprit is escaping!" It was true Alex watched as Bellatrix disappear into the fire-grate without her, Alex continued towards it only to be knocked to the floor, another spell hurtled towards her, and everything went black.
"You've lost her!" Voldemort spoke his red eyes gleaming.
"Y-y-yes my-my L-Lord" Bellatrix stammered, trembling in front of him as she spoke. Voldemort took in a deep breath thinking carefully. "P-p-please my-my Lord fo-forgive me," Bellatrix sobbed at his feet.
"You have failed me!" Voldemort hissed beginning to pace the room before Bellatrix. "Now we have to re-plan our attempts to take over the Ministry." Voldemort continued. Snape entered the room a small smile on his face.
"My Lord…" Snape began, Voldemort turned to look at Snape a smile on his face. "The girl in the Ministry's hands could be an advantage." Snape continued slowly.
"Why's that Severus?" Voldemort asked curiously.
"Her family and friends will know…she's, well safe My Lord." Snape drawled.
"I want the girl," Voldemort said slowly turning to look into the fire which was the only source of light in the room, casting large shadows.
"My Lord, we could go collect her," Bellatrix asked hopefully, trying desperately to redeem herself.
"How can I be sure to trust you now Bellatrix, how can I be sure that this will not be another failure on your part." Voldemort spat, Bellatrix bowed her head in shame. "Your family has failed me so many times how can I afford to trust you much more?"
"Please, My Lord, I will not fail you this time." Bellatrix begged at the Dark Lords feet, her head only inches from the cold wooden floor as she bowed so low, her raven, black hair masking her face.
"I will give you a chance to redeem yourself Bellatrix." Voldemort spoke in a cold voice. "Retrieve the girl and all will be forgotten." Voldemort told her, Bellatrix got to her feet thanking him continuously. "However, since you have failed me you must be punished accordingly." The Dark Lord said finally, Bellatrix started to quiver and shake violently, but none the less accepted her punishment. "Crucio!"
Alex opened her eyes the blurry room gradually coming into focus, it was dark and there were low voices. Alex sat up chains were attached to her hands, her wand had been taken from her and the clothes she was wearing hung off of her slim body which was now back to her own body. Alex's brown eyes scanned the room for some familiar faces, and there they were her mom, dad and Justin sat in the corner of the Dark room, her mother was crying dabbing her eyes with a spotted handkerchief. Justin sat with his arms folded staring morosely at her, his gaze filled with utter disappointment. Jerry sat expressionless staring at the floor he appeared to be in a state of shock. There was a bang which made Alex flinch the door opened and the Minster for Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour and Dolores Umbridge entered taking a seat at the top of the court room.
"Are you Alexandra Margarita Russo?" Scrimgeour asked looking down upon Alex, Alex nodded.
"Answer!" Scrimgeour boomed.
"Yes…" Alex answered timidly.
"Were you at the top of the Rampart when Albus Dumbledore died?" Scrimgeour asked boldly.
"Yes" Alex answered defiantly. "But I didn't kill him," Alex went on, Scrimgeour silenced her with a glare.
"Alex Russo has admitted to her crime completely and unequivocally," Scrimgeour declared loudly so the whole court room could hear. "Did you or did you not attack and impersonate a Ministry official?" Scrimgeour continued.
"I did," Alex replied. "But-"
"Silence! Are you, or are you not a Death Eater?" Scrimgeour asked leaning forward in his seat, Alex did not answer. Kingsley Shacklebolt approached her pulling up the left sleeve of her robes revealing a protruding poisons dark mark. Theresa let out a loud sob while Justin and Jerry gasped.
"No!" Justin bellowed standing up in the crowd. "No, they must have just put it on her, Alex…she wouldn't!" Justin argued. "There must be some mistake, I know my sister."
"Please sir, Mr. Russo can you please sit down." Scrimgeour said sternly. Justin sat down quickly silencing himself. Scrimgeour continued quizzing Alex questioning her about the disappearances of muggles and wizards.
"Alexandra Margarita Russo, you are found guilty of two accounts of attempted and assisted assassination, you are here by sentenced to twenty-five years in Azkaban prison." Alex's eyes widened, tears welling up in her eyes and beginning to stream down her face.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't mean to…I was just trying to keep the people I love safe." But Scrimgeour ignored her, Justin stood up in protest running down and taking hold of Alex's shaking body. "Justin please I'm sorry." Alex sobbed through her tears clutching onto Justin's warm body. "Can you forgive me?" Alex asked shakily.
"Of course I forgive you," Justin replied quietly so only Alex could hear him, Justin was seized by his arms pulling him away from his only sister and escorted out of the court room.
Justin and his parents returned to the substation morosely, Justin being the most devastated about the news had said hardly a word to anyone since he had been escorted out of Alex's hearing. As they entered both Max and Harper looked up hopefully but seeing them arrive without Alex, Harpers face fell.
"What happened?" Harper asked as the Russo's entered, Justin said nothing passing her without even glancing at her, heading straight for the wizards lair. She frowned at him watching as he left, turning to face the parents. "What happened?" Harper repeated it. Jerry and Theresa stood and looked at Harper for a few moments, soon Theresa broke down into floods of tears burying her face in her hands and sobbing. Harper took a seat next to Theresa placing her hand on her shoulder attentively but this only seemed to make Theresa's sobbing worse. Clearly Theresa was unable to answer the question while Harper was attempting and failing to comfort her. So instead Jerry took a seat sitting opposite Harper, looking her in the eye for a few moments before beginning. His voice was low as if he was trying to tell her a secret and Harper strained to hear.
"They found Alex." Jerry told her morosely, Harper shifted uncomfortably in her seat wild thoughts bouncing through her head, if they'd found her they would have brought her home, so this could have meant only bad news. Harper braced herself trying not to think of the worst, but the thoughts that filled her head antagonised her so much that tear had begun welling up in her eyes already.
"Is, is she dead?" Harper asked hoarsely, Jerry shook his head and Harper relaxed a little, but Jerry didn't seem to show any sign of relief.
"She's being sent to Azkaban." Jerry told her, Harper frowned, she had heard the name before but she had never known what it was.
"Azkaban?" Harper inquired curiously.
"Wizard prison, only the most dangerous wizards go there." Jerry told Harper, at this Harper's eyes widened.
"Dangerous?" Harper repeated, her eyes wide, Jerry nodded in response. "But, but, Alex isn't dangerous, I know she can be irresponsible with magic sometimes…but dangerous?" Harper asked aghast.
"Harper…Alex isn't the way she used to be." Jerry told Harper wistfully. "I don't know what it is that's changed her but I don't believe she's all gone, I still think there's good left in her." Jerry said.
"I believe that too Mr. Russo." Harper made a small smile, but Theresa let out another wail, making Harper jump.
"We'll never know for twenty-five years!" Theresa sobbed.
"I know this is serious and all, but does that mean I can have Alex's bedroom?" Max cut in as he approached the table, Harper glared at him.
"No!" Both Harper and Jerry snapped instantly, Max instantly backed off, holding his hands up in surrender. Jerry decided that there wasn't much else they could do for Alex leading his distraught wife upstairs, Harper sat at the empty table for a few moments, she didn't believe Alex could truly be evil, she wandered into the Wizards lair where Justin was sat, hunched over holding his head in his hands. "Justin…" Harper said softly, Justin raised his head from his hands looking sorrowfully at Harper.
"Hey, Harper." Justin replied in a low voice, Harper approached Justin sitting in the recliner chair she took hold of his shoulder telling him everything was going to be ok and that Alex was strong.
"She'll get through it, she always does." Harper said optimistically, but none of this seemed to reassure Justin for one moment, he shook his head in response.
"Azkaban is the worst place Alex could be." Justin told her. "It drives even the insane more insane, when Alex finally gets out she'll just be a shell of her former self, she'd be better off dead." Justin went on morosely, Harper gasped, she couldn't believe anywhere could be that bad.
"How can you say something like that?" Harper snapped standing up immediately in her anger; Justin said nothing simply looking at Harper with the same sorrow filled eyes. "Alex is strong and I don't believe for one minute that Alex would hurt anyone, not without reason remember with Stevie and she saved the world!" Harper argued, but Justin still shook his head.
"Harper…she was convicted of assisted and attempted assassination, I'm not sure we can trust her this time."
"Then you don't know your own sister at all." Harper retorted coldly, storming out of the lair and slamming the door behind her.
Hermione picked up the Daily Prophet dropping it abruptly as soon as she had read the headline. It wasn't that she had expected anything good but she hadn't expected anything that bad. 'Missing Girl Found to be Death Eater' Alexandra Russo a student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, who went missing earlier this summer was found guilty of assisted assassination of Albus Dumbledore former Head Master of Hogwarts and recently attempted assassination of the current Minister for Magic Rufus Scrimgeour earlier this morning. She was found to have been marked with the notorious Dark Mark. Alexandra Russo has been sentenced to twenty-five years in Azkaban prison, her older brother Justin Russo fiercely defended his younger sister telling the court room 'There must be some mistake, I know my sister,' Justin Russo was escorted out of the court room and asked to leave immediately." Hermione stared at the article re-reading it over and over again running down the stairs picking up the phone and dialling Harry's number.
"Hello?" Uncle Vernon's voice answered abruptly.
"Hello, its Hermione Granger, I'm one of Harry's friends…can I speak to him?" Hermione asked politely.
"Uh…of course" there was a faint sound of shouting when Harry picked up the receiver.
"Hi Hermione, what's so important that you're not sending a message by owl?" Harry asked casually.
"It's Alex…" Hermione began glancing down at the Daily Prophet.
"Have they found her?" Harry asked quickly his heart pounding a slight sound of hope in his voice. "Hermione….?" Harry called down the phone awaiting her answer.
"…Yes, yes she's been found." Hermione said shakily.
"She's…she's not de-dead is she?" Harry strained.
"No…" Hermione said lightly.
"Then for goodness sake Hermione what is it!" Harry asked frustrated.
"She's…a Death Eater…" There was silence on the end of the line, Harry stood the receiver held to his ear not saying a word. "…Harry…Harry are you alright?" Hermione voice asked but Harry put down the receiver a lump forming in his throat. He walked out of the room and up to his tiny bedroom sitting on his bed picking up the picture of Ron, Hermione, Alex and himself and throwing it at the wall, tugging out chunks of his jet black hair. He watched as the picture frame smashed and the glass shattered everywhere, however the picture remained intact. How could Alex do this to him? She told him she was sorry! Harry kicked the door of his wardrobe with such force that one of the hinges had broke, the door was now hanging but Harry didn't care, he was still so angry. He went further smashing his fists violently against the wall only stopping when he heard Hedwig screech flapping her wings irritably, her eyes wider than usual.
"Sorry, Hedwig." Harry murmured petting her soft white wings with care. She was ruffled from the stress that Harry had caused her in his rage. He continued to stroke her softly until she had finally relaxed once more. After Hedwig had buried her head in her wing Harry turned his attention to his now swollen knuckles, wincing slightly. Harry paced his room running his fingers through his messy black hair, there wasn't anything he could do. Harry finally collapsed on his bed hoping that sleep would bring him out of the world of reality and into a better world through dreams. But this didn't happen, his mind was filled with the images of Alex, what had happened on the astronomy tower that night, Alex being branded with the Dark Mark, Harry's scar began to prickle, he shifted uncomfortably, tossing and turning. Alex was standing over him, she was smiling, Harry tried to smile back but his scar was hurting too much, Voldemort had appeared over Alex's shoulder, taking her away from him. Harry then woke up sweating, a knot twisting hard in his stomach. Harry sat up rubbing his eyes and his face, he then glanced over at his clock that read eleven-twenty pm, he groaned tiredly finally picking up the picture he had lobbed across the room hours earlier, he placed it back on his bedside cabinet letting out a sigh he didn't believe Alex was really evil, it was something he couldn't possibly believe.
So what did you think? So my next chapter is on Azkaban...I thought it would be different seeing as nobody has ever done it before (In this category) I have a few ideas of how to describe the place for example: Dark, Cold, Damp and Filthy but if you think you can describe it or would be up for the challenge to don't hesitate.
Did you like my Bellatrix turning into Umbridge that was like the most funniest thing I ever imagined, I know it was like Harry, Ron and Hermione going into the Ministry...but that part will come obviously later.