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Dolores Umbridge
Dolores father had been an important man. Or. So she had been told. She'd been raised in Spain actually, with her mother and aunt. They lived in Spain and were happy and she was actually tan, and all the girls in her class loved to play with her pretty blonde hair.
Of course, she'd known she was different. When she was 8, her mother told her the truth. That they were wizards. Her mom, at least. She was a muggleborn. This made Dolores or Lolly as she was called then, a half-blood of some sort.
When she was 9 and a half, her mother died and her aunt sent her to England to live with her father. It wasn't sunny there, not at all. Her hair faded from its sunshine blonde to a dull mousey color and her father, because he is a busy and important man and all, sent her into the care of a strict maid and a somber tutor.
Then she turned 11 and was sent to Hogwarts. She was a Ravenclaw. Her father was disappointed. He'd been a Slytherin.
She spent her first year at school a mixture of trying to hide her accent, trying to become the best, and writing letters to her father. She never sends them. She sends one or two to her aunt, who never replies and a few to the maid. The tutor was fired because he'd taken a vacation day he wasn't supposed to.
Sometime between her third and fourth year, a neighborhood boy moves in down the street. His name was Josiah and he's had dark chocolate hair and eyes that match. Then, a week before school started and she was thinking of asking her father to let her do to Durmstrang with him, he was gone. She got one of the new maids to tell her that he'd been bitten by a werewolf. Then she spent the next week crying.
After that, she couldn't really stand looking at the chocolate brown of almost everything in her room in the Ravenclaw tower. She paints over it with pink nail polish and decides that she likes the color.
She remembers seeing a small goblin revolt once, during a summer internship at the ministry that her father got her. It hadn't looked small, but not the point. She'd admired the way the group of ministry moved so smoothly, getting rid of it before it even began. She was already going to work there, as her father had decided for her, but it was then she realized it might be fun.
The summer before her 6th year, she'd had a garden. She'd liked the way you had to work for it, weeding out the bad plants and helping it grow and the way the flowers were different shades of pink. Her father found out about her "toiling in the dirt like a muggle" and made her write lines. The maid destroyed the garden.
Dolores graduated Hogwarts top of her class, even if she had some problems with counter jinxes. Her accent had long been replaced with a proper British one, and her hair was still a mousey brown, but you couldn't tell because she wore it up all the time. She went to work at the ministry and helped write a bill that banned werewolves from doing most things.
Well TADA!
Ok. So information. This story is in one of those community things. I don't actually know when it was added, but whatever. I figured it out when I was looking at some reviews and got pretty excited. Pschycological somethingorother I think? Eh. Anyway. Just wanted you people to know.
Next is V. Victoire Weasely could be done. It might mesh a bit with Teddy, but it could be done. Viktor Krum. Eh. I'll figure it out.
ONLY 4 MORE CHAPTERS LEFT! Tear.