A/N: Guys I am so sorry! I've been so busy I haven't had time to write, but here is the 20th chapter!

Chapter 20

Harry had gone back to the dormitories and tried to sleep, but after thirty minutes, he gave up and went back down to the Common Room and read for a while, eventually, though, he fell asleep, and his book fell to the ground.

He was awoken, after what seemed to be only five minutes but was actually a good two hours, by someone shaking him gently.

"Harry, I'm sorry to wake you, but Fudge is here, and he wants to speak to you," Remus said, as Harry blinked sleepily up at him.

"About what?" Harry asked, momentarily forgetting what his former professor was talking about.

"Umbridge," Remus replied gently.

Harry instantly bolted off the couch. "What about Sirius?" he asked.

"Don't worry, Harry, he's still safe at Grimmauld Place."

"He didn't come back? Fudge hasn't seen him?"

"No, and no," Remus assured him.

"Good, where are we going again?"

"Dumbledore's office," Remus replied.

"Let's go then," Harry said, and they took off towards the Headmaster's office.

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Fudge, Dumbledore, and Umbridge were all waiting when they got there. As soon as he saw her, Harry stuck close to Remus. He didn't trust her at all.

"Harry Potter," Fudge sneered at him.

"Yes, sir?" Harry asked, not liking the Minister's tone at all.

"And to think, this year I thought you wouldn't try to get everyone's attention again, Mr. Potter," Fudge shook his head and tsked tsked at Harry.

Harry frowned in anger. Was that what Fudge thought? "Sir, I didn't-"

"You accused a Ministry Official of using a bloodquill on you," Fudge continued as if Harry hadn't spoken at all.

"Because it's true!" Harry bellowed angrily. "I'm not lying, and I can prove it!"

"Oh, can you?" Umbridge simpered, smiling that vicious smile.

Harry suppressed a shudder, and nodded. He held out his hand to the Minister, who immediately gasped.

"D-Dolores? You did this?" Fudge stammered.

Umbridge smiled. "You have no proof that it was me."

"Might I suggest the use of Veritaserum, Minister?" a cool waspish vice said from behind Harry.

Snape had entered the room, and he was holding a vial of Veritaserum in his hand.

"Well I…that is….of course," Fudge relented with a sigh.

"Again, I see no reason to make such a fuss over something so insignificant," Dumbledore piped up. (Fudge had apparently unpetrified him.)

Remus growled at him, silencing Dumbledre's protests.

Umbridge took the potion reluctantly, and when she finally drank it, Fudge began to question her.

"Did you use a bloodquill on Harry Potter during his detention earlier this evening?"

"Yes," Umbridge replied truthfully.

Fudge's face paled. "Why, Dolores! How could you? And how could you stand there and say it was nothing?" Fudge shrieked, looking frantically from both Umbridge to Dumbledore as if the world and everyone in it had gone insane.

"Really, Minister, it truly doesn't matter. We should be focusing on more important things, such as Lord Vol-"

"You're mad! The both of you!" Fudge gasped, still oggling at both of them.

"He needed to be punished!" Umbridge screeched. "He was telling horrible lies in class today while I was trying to teach-"

"Enough!" Fudge said, seeming to have cllected himself again. "Albus Wulfric Percival Brian Dumbledore, and Dolores Jane Umbridge, you're both under arrest and will be sent to Azkaban immediatley. You have the right to remain silent and anything you say can and will be used against you on the day of your trial."

"What!" Umbridge screeched again. "You can't do this!"

"Actually," Kingsley Shacklebolt came from the fireplace, followed by Nymphadora Tonks and Arthur Weasley, "seeing as he's the Minister, he can."

A/N: Cliffhanger kinda..but I liked stopping it there cause it's fun to see you agonize over what will happen next. And yes, I already know how evil I am. But hey, at least Umbitch and Dumbledork are out of the way now.