"By what right –" McGonagall had begun "– do you have to just walk in and take over?"
The High King turned his head halfway in her direction. "By what right? Do you pretend, madam, to be a realm under law? When you jail innocent men without trial, your agents run unchecked, and the dictator you appointed to rule over you can order people's souls stolen on his own authority? Or, perhaps, of honor, when your broadsheets will print any lie or slander with impunity? Of mercy, when you allow the Unlife to torture your prisoners to insanity?
"No, madam. You pretend that your lies and delusions are real, and that what you do is right if only you say so loudly and often. This is not the Ilkorendi way. I claim no right here save the conquerer's." He extended one hand towards the cowering Umbridge, and opalescent flame erupted from his ring ...
( - * - )
Dolores Umbridge screamed without knowing quite why, until her senses steadied to clear her swimming vision. Her arms and legs were pinioned, spread eagled, each attached to a separate chain. Each chain led to a separate ... hippogriff, that was what those filthy birds were called. Like the one dear Cornelius was foully prevented from putting down by the criminal Sirius Black. She was still sure they'd bring Black to justice. This time he'd be Kissed, and no mistake.
The wall of sound resolved itself into cheering, and she opened her gummy eyes more widely. She was in the center of the damned Quidditch pitch. Such a useless game, children could get hurt, and the time was better used for study.
"Begin," called out a voice like the pealing of thunder, and Umbridge screamed again, in anguish, as the hippogriffs leaped skyward – her joints like white fire with the sudden tugging. The animals (curiously enough, each clad in the colors of one of the Hogwarts Houses) strove this way and that, pinwheeling around the pitch, her maddened howls drowned out in the cheering.
Before too long, a stout hippogriff wrenched free of its brethren, soaring skyward with a gore-spraying leg dangling behind it. Those students wearing black and yellow leapt up and down with jubilation, cheering it on, as bets began to be paid off in the stands. The remaining three wheeled, and started to eat what was left behind.