Alrite before the chapter starts I hav a message for you people. To my reviewers, I love most of you! I love some of my reviews, they make my day. Some of you though need to remember something: THIS IS FUCKING FANFICTION! Harry is still a boy, he is still human, he isn't in a harem, he isn't superpowered, his parents aren't alive, all I did was make him better informed and an animagus. And maybe I changed the location of Godric's Hollow but so what? He isn't allowed to apparate or use a portkey, he couldn't exactly floo or fly so what was I supposed to do? For god's sakes people if you want the real thing read the actual book!

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Harry stared at his hand impassively watching the cut on his hand quickly mend. Oh, is that how you wanna play it? Harry thought to himself.

"Professor?" Harry asked, the picture of innocence.

"Yes, Mr. Potter? Is something wrong?" Umbridge simpered evilly.

"I was wondering, do you have the full backing of the Minister on this? I mean, did he give you permission to take any liberties you deemed necessary?" Harry asked, smirking inwardly, knowing Umbridge had no idea what he was planning for her.

"Of course," Umbridge said, looking as though she had swallowed a particularly juicy fly, "The Minister has a right to know everything that goes on and I always ensure he knows what he needs to."

Gotcha! Harry thought triumphantly. "Just wondering." And with that Harry turned back to the parchment and continued to write.

At the end of the night Harry carefully pocketed the quill and slipped out of the office as fast as he could. He sprinted all the way to the Owlery.

Dear Madam Bones,

I think it best for you to know of the new rule of tyranny at Hogwarts. Madam Umbridge, a woman in no way qualified to be an instructor, has implemented a new policy of enforcing Ministry policies on the public. For speaking out about the truth about Voldemort I was given detention for a week and she has forced me to write lines using a quill that carves the words into the back of my hand. I am sending it along with this letter and although I do not know what it is, I am sure it is not legal. Also, when I asked her she said that the Minister knew of her actions and thereby he is just as guilty as her.

Sincerely,

H.J.P.

Breakfast the next day passed slowly as Harry tried to work on his Charms' essay while also trying not to fall asleep on his breakfast. He was halfway through his second paragraph when the doors of the Great Hall burst open to reveal Amelia Bones and a contingent of Aurors.

"Delores Umbridge, you are hereby arrested on the charge of using a Blood Quill on a minor. What do you have to say for your actions, Delores?" Madam Bones was furious. Everyone could see the rage in her eyes and the students close to her could not repress the urge to back away.

An ugly flush developed on Umbridge's face, "The boy is lying Amelia! Obviously he is telling more vicious lies in order to gain your sympathy. Do not give in to his lies!"

Madam Bones stared at her coldly, "Funny how you seem to know exactly what I am talking about." Amelia turned to one of the Aurors, "Tell me Shaklebolt, did you hear me mention a boy? Not the least of which one who seems to have a problem with telling the truth."

Kingsley repressed a smirk with difficulty, "No ma'am. I did not hear anything about a boy. Perhaps Madam Umbridge is suffering from a guilty conscience?"

"I am Senior Undersecretary to the Minister! You will show me respect!" Umbridge shouted in anger.

"Actually you are not." Amelia said calmly, ignoring the numerous questioning looks. "It is the policy of the Ministry that no employee may have an extra job. When you accepted a teaching position you gave up your job at the Ministry. Now it is time for you to be taken into custody. Aurors?"

The aurors quickly stunned Umbridge and transported her out of the Great Hall as all the students watched in silence.

Amelia turned to Harry and said in a half-amused half-exasperated tone, "Mr. Potter you could not even last a month without making more work for me?"

Harry smiled at her cheekily before saying, "What can I say? I missed you. And I knew you were getting bored so I thought I would make your life more interesting."

Amelia frowned at that, "Mr. Potter, you are not intending on making this a habit, are you?"

"No, of course not," Harry said in the most patronizing and insincere tone he could muster.

"Oh dear," Amelia said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I have a feeling I will not have a moment's peace for the next several years. Oh, I wanted to tell you something, may we go somewhere more private?"

They were ushered into the antechamber behind the staff table and Amelia spelled the room to ensure no eavesdropping and said, "Alright, Mr. Potter. I have begun researching into your accusations and I have come to formally ask you to testify in each case. As I mentioned earlier, I will be extracting your memories at a later date for evidence, but I would also like to know if you would be willing to be present at the trials."

"Absolutely." Harry said firmly. "I have no problem with saying my piece. Out of curiosity though, why not take my memories now?"

"Policy. It is possible to manipulate memories and in order to ensure authenticity it is standard procedure to memories to be taken close to the time of the trial so there is a minimal amount of time in which the memories can be altered."

"Oh. It's so nice to see someone actually doing their job correctly. I have seen so much incompetence that it is so refreshing to see someone actually doing what they're supposed to."

Amelia looked at Harry dryly, "I'm so glad that I have your approval. My life is now complete."

Harry laughed out loud and said, "Ah, Madam Bones. I can tell that this is going to be the start of a beautiful partnership."