Here is the next addition...I was originally going to use neville for this segement but felt umbridge worked much better (she is so very easy to hate). Please let me know what you think (what I am saying is REVIEW!). Happy reading!

Chapter 9: Righteous Rebellion

If you feel so empty, so used up, so let down

If you feel so angry, so ripped off, so stepped on

Let's start a riot...a riot, Let's start a riot.

Umbridge POV

Dolores Jane Umbridge was a hateful woman. While some might protest that it is childish to classify people based on a black and white perspective of the world, they would have trouble denying that Dolores Umbridge was, without question, in the prior category.

This is not too say that she was incapable of the more positive aspects of human emotions… just that they visited her rather rarely. She was capable of love…although only in the most abstract meaning of the word.

After all, she thought she was in love with The Minster of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

And in a way she was. She was possessive over the man's attention, doted on his every word and would go out of her way to prove her worth to him. Had she been the introspective type she might have realized it was his power as minster, not his actual person that she found so very attractive.

Oh, there were other people who were more magically powerful then he was, and even a few that would achieve more as minster…but her infatuation with the man was based on the fact that he seemed to actually be able to stand her.

She was sure (and in a way correct) that the more successful Cornelius was the higher her own chances for promotion and advancement were. She might have deluded herself into thinking that he was just as infatuated with her as she with him, even if it was far from true.

The truth of the matter was that Cornelius was a spineless man, who had neither the will nor stones to stand up to the forceful personality that was Dolores Umbridge. Instead he turned a blind eye and allowed her to make the big decisions, willing to deny knowledge of her activities should they ever come to be questioned.

It was something he would come to later regret. In fact it was something that would cause the entire Minstery no small amount of regret, as it would serve as a catalyst to the public's distrust of their government.

It all came down to one misunderstood, a partially heard discussion that took place between Minster Cornelius Fudge and one Harry James Potter.

Dolores had been (as usual) skulking around outside the minister's office, hoping for the perfect opportunity to invite herself in and have some tea. She of course was planning on convincing Cornelius of the importance of sending all non-human beings to Azkaban….those unicorns just gave her the willies…all their sparkling and prancing. Nobodies that innocent.

She was just about too knock on the partially cracked office door when she overheard the heated exchange inside (okay, so it wasn't exactly heated but in Dolores's slightly stunted brain that is what she took from the exchange).

"w-what do you mean! Explain!" Minster Fudge blustered, stuttering and stammering only to cover his own lacking of the English language with a commanding tone.

A calm, angelic sounding voice answered, "I think you heard me Minster…" Dolores missed the next part of the statement as the idiot Walderbee used the water cooler. After the glugging of water desisted she managed to catch the ending of the second person's statement, "…Voldemort is back to takeover"

Unfortunately for Madame Umbridge, she assumed that the second speaker was threatening the Minster; stating that they would use the fact that Voldemort was back to cause Cornelius to lose his seat as minster (had she been a muggle, this slightly skewed thought process might have been attributed to too much LSD exposure in her youth…at least the muggle baby-boomers had that excuse going for them).

She immediately saw this as an opportunity to swoop in and rescue her minster from the vile, lying black mailer and scurried back to conceal the fact that she had been listening…determined to ascertain the villain's identity when he left the office.

She could not say that she was even a little surprised to find out that it was the teenaged trollop Potter who was to blame.

After Potter had finished his meeting and left the Minstery, Umbridge was quick to descend on a shaken Cornelius to offer comfort. Fudge confided in her that according to Potter, Dumbledore had been scheming to have him removed from office and was planning on using Voldemort's return to whip up a frenzied rebellion among the masses.

Again Umbridge chose to edit what he was telling her, removing the according and inserting Potter's name alongside that of Dumbledore so that there were now two enemies instead of just one.

Again had she been the type to reflect on her actions and motivations, she might have released that she added Potter to the list simply because this way, she at least had a chance in terrorizing the enemy. She was not so far gone to believe that Dumbledore would be as easily cowed as a teenage boy.

Plus she hated the fact that said teenage boy was so much better known than she. He didn't deserve his fame or fortune…he was nothing more than a whiny, conceited, attention grabbing brat. So, while she sat with Cornelius and offered her support….perhaps planting a few suggestions in his ear, she plotted.

She would bring down Dumbledore and Potter, for if she could crush Potter she would be essentially crushing Dumbledore as well…what was the light side leader without his puppet?

After her meeting with Fudge and convincing him of the need to insert a spy into Hogwarts (a sacrifice in which she of course gracefully offered herself for) she made quick work of finding her way to the press office. She smiled happily to herself…she had poison to spread.

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Over the next several months, Dolores flexed her meaty little fists and thoroughly enjoying the power she had over the annoying little Hogwarts brats.

She could not have been happier…Cornelius gave her a glowing commendation with every report she turned in (all of them defaming the headmaster and containing her growing concern about a Dumbledore encouraged army being formed). She got to feel big and powerful, and most of all she was allowed to exercise her slightly sadistic streak. Not, that Cornelius was made aware of the last…he didn't need to know everything she was doing to ensure his continued success.

The only thing that dampened her good mood was caused by the boy she was set on destroying, Harry Potter.

He was the most irritating and infuriating human she had ever come across. So irritating was he that she had begun to suspect that he wasn't even human….

A disgusting cross-bread of some sort was the only thing that made sense…a werewolf or vampire? Or Merlin forbid… an elf! She came to this conclusion because there was no way that she could be unnerved so much by a simply human.

Oh, she tried to break him of that smug confidence, his eyes were way too perceptive…they held far too much knowledge for her taste. Deep down she would admit she found him rather terrifying.

No matter what punishment she dished out (blood quill and a lifelong banishment from quiditch were just two of a very long list) he refused to bat an eyelash.

He just took everything she handed him all the while staring at her with those green eyes. The eyes that told her just how much he thought of her….just how superior he was to her and how nothing she ever did would change that fact.

And how she hated him for it.

Whether it was because of her already screwed mentality or because her hate and jealously blinded her…Umbridge walked right into her own demise.

Tired of the smug, superiority that the teen carried everywhere with him like a cloak, she decided that it was time to simply get him kicked out of Hogwarts.

If he couldn't continue his schooling then he could amount to nothing. If he could amount to nothing, then sooner or later the wizarding world would forget about him.

These were the thoughts that led her too dragging him from his dorm room in the middle of the night and threatening to cruico him unless he admitted his lies and manipulations. She was far too gone with her delusions of grandeur and righteousness to recognize the triumphant gleam in the small teen eyes for what it was.

To her delight the boy shakily admitted to having been recruited by Dumbledore as a general to his new army. He went on to tell her about a secret weapon that he and his cohorts had been working on, a weapon that was located deep within the Forbidden Forrest.

Umbridge was thrilled with this information, not only was she going to be able to expel the brat but she was going to find evidence on Dumbledore's treachery….it was like Christmas and her birthday all rolled into one.

So, she didn't pause to wonder why the boy was so willing to lead her to the weapon that would cause his own downfall, nor did she pause to wonder just why he was inciting her hateful spewing about centaurs and half-breeds in the middle of centaur territory.

It wasn't until she was being suspended in-between two of the half-breeds she had just been befouling, that she came to the realization that she had just been played. The thankful look the teen sent the two horse-men and his trembling explanation did not fool her.

Of course it might have had the teen not watched them drag her away with a smug look of superiority in his ever so green eyes.