Chapter 25

While evil was brewing behind the scenes, Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were backstage getting ready for the concert and the radio broadcasters were setting up their equipment onstage. Even while they were setting up, there were tons of screaming witches and wizards, so much that I had to drain the sound around them so that they could set up without getting headaches. By the time they were finished, it was 5:45, 15 minutes before showtime.

There was a whole buffet of food for students to gather so they could have themselves dinner and a show. I think you can expect one member of the Seekers to stare at the audience with his mouth watering in envy.

Lily, James, Sirius, Remus, Dora, the Digwood Five, Arthur, Molly, Bill, Charlie, and a reluctant Percy were all standing in the front row, standing tall, resulting in many young witches and wizards trying to jump over them so see the stage, which had red curtains with gold trim and a neon light proscenium in pink, yellow, and blue.

Hermione, Ginny, and Sarah were all standing backstage in the right wing, indicating their status as Seeker Groupies. Something that Hermione was very proud to admit because of the group's frontman. If it were any other artist, she'd be less than enthusiastic.

But most interesting of all, was that near the back of the Great Hall, there seemed to be an incredible security force, including tons of people that looked like Ministry officials. This was especially strange to Harry because he thought they refused to stand guard at Hogwarts at the time.

Soon enough, the announcer got up onstage and pulled out his cue cards.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, are you ready?" He called.

This was followed by an eruption of screaming.

"What was that?" he asked. "I said 'Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, are you ready?'"

This resulted in an even bigger eruption of screaming.

"Fantastic!" the announcer replied. "Now, I'm going to say a name, and I want you to repeat it for me."

"George,"

"GEORGE!" The audience screamed.

"Fred,"

"FRED!" The audience screamed louder.

"Ron,"

"RON!" The audience screamed even louder.

"And Harry."

"HARRY!" The audience screamed, loudest of all.

I think you can guess what happened next, if you remember from Chapter 4.

The audience sang,

"We Love You Seekers,

Oh yes we do,

We don't love anyone as much as you.

When you're not near us,

We're blue,

Oh Seekers, we love you!"

"Well then," the announcer continued,

"Honored by Wizarding Britain, Dressed by Marauders Ltd., and Loved Globally… Here they are, kicking off their Transatlantic Tour, coming to you Live from Hogwarts… Ladies and Gentlemen… The Seekers!"

This resulted in probably the loudest screaming anyone had ever heard, so much that without my interference, it would have blown all the equipment out.

The curtains swung open, the lights went down, the stage lights went up, and there they were, singing and playing in all their Gryffindor glory.

After finishing their first couple of songs, Harry went up to the microphone to address the audience.

"Hello everybody, how are you doing?" He shouted.

The audience screamed with enthusiasm to indicate they were doing great.

"Welcome to the show!" Harry continued. "We'd like to carry on now…"

But before Harry could finish his sentence, there came a pink and black explosion in the middle of the audience, resulting in some screaming of the terrified kind.

"…but I'm afraid your show has been cancelled, Mr. Potter," spoke a familiar voice.

There standing in all her disgusting glory was the now-infamous Dolores Umbridge, surrounded by all her companions, both human and Schmoopsie.

"The time has come that you pay your dues and we restore dignity to the Ministry of Magic."

Cautiously, Harry turned back to the microphone.

"Sorry everyone, we seem to be experiencing some… minor difficulties here. Please stand by"

"I wouldn't think of it, Potter," Umbridge continued. "You see, we plan to put an end to your childish nonsense and run away with whatever earnings you're getting out of this. Thus, we can bring the Malfoys back into power and restore the image of Ministry of Magic!"

"I'm pretty sure that's not how that works," Harry insisted.

"Oh believe me, Mr. Potter," Umbridge grinned. "When this is over, I will decide how things work around here. Isn't that right, my little Schmoopsie-Oopsies?"

Hundreds of Pink Schmoopsies emerged from behind Umbridge and they apprehended many of the kids in the audience. They pinned the children to the floor and started clawing and sinking their teeth into the children's skin.

In mere seconds, there was an audience full of injured witches and wizards who almost looked like they were about to lose their limbs.

However, the security forces seemed to be missing…

"Now then Mr. Potter, you will hand over all Seeker related earnings to me!" Umbridge shouted as she held Harry at wandpoint.

"Never!" Harry insisted.

"Well then perhaps I can let your greatest fan do all the talking," Umbridge suggested "After all, she did sell you out to us."

Narcissa Malfoy threw a guilty-looking Susan Pevensie to the floor and went to tend to Draco, who was bothered by all the noise and was whining like a toddler for his mother to rock him back to sleep.

"Susan, is that true?" Harry asked, sounding horrified.

Susan paused for a minute. She thought about all her attempts to snag Harry in the fall up until the Yule Ball. She thought about the conversation she had with Aslan that night. But most of all, she thought about that night she had with Umbridge in the infirmary.

"No." She replied.

"What?" Harry and Umbridge queried at the same time.

"I only told you what I knew,' Susan explained. "But a wise Lion once told me that some things are beyond our control. I didn't understand him then, now I do."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, confused about the Lion part, but thought she most likely meant some Gryffindor.

Needless to say, Umbridge was not happy.

"Well then," she decided "Perhaps my accomplices can finish the job for me."

"Destroy them!" She ordered.

Lucius and Narcissa got up on the stage and placed Draco in Umbridge's arms, who was contentedly sleeping like a baby.

Lucius held them all at wandpoint while Narcissa went for Hermione, Ginny, and Sarah. She grabbed the three girls by their necks and was holding what was left of her snapped wand, held together with tape.

Harry looked to the back of the Hall, but the security was still gone.

"Harry Potter, we meet again," he drawled, barely able to speak. "Unlike my Ex-wife and son, my powers remain intact. I've spent three years in prison, waiting for revenge, and now, it finally happens."

"Avada Kedavra!"

But even as he screamed the spell, I shook him up a little and split his wand in half, and thus, no spell came out. Even Narcissa couldn't take down the three girls with a flick of her wand.

"What?!" He demanded. "I don't understand!"

Didn't you hear what the lady said, dear Lucie? Some things are beyond our control… and by "our" control I mean yours. My control is unlimited, and for many of the people in this room I've put them out of their misery. I think you'd have realized that by now.

"You mean…" Lucius whimpered.

And I've got my sights set on you and your wife next.

At that very moment, Cornelius Fudge stepped up on the stage to try and help Lucius.

"Lucius, my boy, come along," he pleaded. "You've got to finish them off…"

Oh no dear Corny. Perhaps it's time I finished you off.

"What?" he whimpered.

Your undying loyalty served you well, Lucius. Perhaps it's time for you to join your master once more.

Suddenly, there was a rush of dissolving winds not unlike the ones that had erased the Dark Lord Voldemort, 13 years before. Unfortunately for him, Lucius Malfoy ended up going through the same fate.

While Umbridge, Fudge, and the other Malfoys stared in shock, I had my eyes on the seemingly broken family.

And now, Narcissa and Draco, I turn my attention to you. Dear Cissy, you said you felt it within your right to pamper your son like a baby… here's your chance.

I blew in some more dissolving winds, but not the type that would erase. Draco Malfoy was hoisted high into the air and his limbs began to shrink. He kept on shrinking, and suddenly his body parts became less developed. This kept going to a point where Draco barely had any hair on his head and his arms and legs were all pudgy and he could barely support himself.

Believe it or not, I'd turned Draco Malfoy into a baby.

Narcissa, though, would go through a slightly less sporadic transition. As soon as Draco's transformation was complete, I gently set him back in his mother's arms, and when she caught him, eyes went wide open. She started cooing and babbling at her now-infantile son, totally forgetting about the whole scene that had happened before. I'd made Narcissa forget she was ever even a witch, or a dark one, and made her think she was a Muggle mother who had a life at home with her first baby.

This, naturally, would make it easier for them to get along in the Muggle world. I mean, it would be misery for anyone that knew about the Wizarding World.

Naturally, Umbridge was angered over the loss of the three key assets in her plan.

"We can still destroy them!" She shouted. "Now, Cornelius!"

"I wouldn't think of it, Dolores," called a voice from behind them.

Umbridge looked behind her and saw the aurors standing being her, unharmed.

"What?!" She shouted. "How is that possible?!"

Still don't get it, do you, Dolly Dearest?

"No, what I don't get is how you leave them on the floor scathed, but afterwards, they re-emerge unharmed!" Umbridge snapped.

I've told you before, Dolores. It's all a part of the story formula. In this case, just when it seems like it's the end, the writer pulls a deus ex machina, or in plain English, something unexpected to come in and save the day.

"Dolores Umbridge," the lead auror began, "You are hereby under arrest for infiltrating a school, illegal supply and administration of blood quills and Veritaserum on Hogwarts Students, providing Love Potions to Hogwarts students, attempting robbery, and trespassing on a private concert!"

"You can't do this to me!" Umbridge shouted.

The auror thought for a moment.

"You're right," he decided. "I reckon you'd have to be barking mad to do all that."

Two of the other aurors took out a straight jacket, put it on Umbridge, and started carrying her away.

"Dolores Umbridge, you are hereby sentenced to life in the Mentally Insane division of St. Mungo's Wizarding Hospital."

"NOOOOO!" Umbridge screamed at the top of her lungs as she was dragged out of the Great Hall.

At that moment, some more aurors saw Cornelius Fudge trying to escape, but they apprehended him too.

"Cornelius Fudge, you are under arrest for deliberately assisting Umbridge in many of her crimes listed above, plus breaking Lucius Malfoy out of prison."

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yes Potter, it was me," Fudge replied. "I may no longer be Minister of Magic, but I still have my powers."

Not quite for long, Cornelius. You haven't done anything quite as harsh, but I think a harsh sentence is on order. Your wand will be snapped, your powers bound, and you will be put to work alongside Hogwarts caretaker Argus Filch.

If you don't recall, I briefly mentioned Filch in the first story. He's still the same as he was in the original timeline; gristly, bitter, and born to magical parents, but incapable of performing any magic himself. Seeing the second downfall of Cornelius Fudge brought him even greater joy than ever.

"It's off to the dungeons with you," he cried, gleefully, possibly for the first time in his life.

While Fudge was busy whimpering, Filch dragged him off to the dungeons as everyone else in the audience cheered. Hermione grabbed Harry in quite possibly her tightest hug, Ginny raced to hug her brothers, and Sarah simply grabbed onto her brother's leg. But one face in the audience was just confused; Peter Pevensie got up on the stage to face Harry, the girls, and the other Seekers.

"What was that?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked. "That was the downfall of Dolores Umbridge."

"Yeah," Peter continued. "But why did they just bring Lucius Malfoy in out of nowhere?"

"And why was it all resolved so easily?"

"And why were none of my questions answered from before?"

"Does any of this make any sense at all?"

No, it doesn't Peter Pevensie…

… But that doesn't mean it isn't awesome.

"Oh, I get it," Peter replied. "You were doing this to show us that sometimes we need a little nonsense in our lives."

Nah, I just like to mess with you.

Well that and the other thing, too. But hey, we did get some pretty good laughs this year, didn't we? And maybe even and even a few emotional moments. Some pretty rushed, occasionally unwarranted moments, but still some emotional, nonetheless. It was pretty cool, right?

The rest of the audience murmured in agreement, which reminded me… I healed them up and got them back on their feet again in a flash, don't ask how, and the Great Hall was suddenly getting lively again.

The radio equipment went back to functioning again and Harry stepped back up to the microphone.

"We're back everybody! Thanks for waiting," Harry shouted. "Now, are you ready for more music?"

The audience cheered loudest of all as Harry was prepared to give his now-trademarked line as a member of the Seekers.

"Where are we going, lads?" He started.

"TO THE TOP!" The audience answered with the other Seekers.

"What top?" Harry asked.

"TO THE VERY TOP!" Everyone answered.

"Let's rock and roll!" Harry shouted.

The Seekers erupted back into their songs, bringing a celebratory atmosphere upon the students of Hogwarts once more. The concert only lasted for about an hour and a quarter, but the atmosphere was still celebratory at the end. So much that they had to go up for an encore, but not before Hermione could grab Harry into her embrace and pull him into a kiss in front of the entire school…

…much to the detriment of one other girl on that stage, watching from the wings with her brother.

Anyways, the boys payed their encore song and took a final bow before waving goodbye as the curtains closed and the party continued. Curfew at Hogwarts usually wasn't until 8:00, but in light of recent events, it was extended to 10:00 for the night. This gave Ron plenty of time to stuff his face at the buffet tables.

Also, in light of recent events, as a school treat, Dumbledore cancelled all remaining exams, mostly because within the next couple of weeks, the Seekers would be on tour and he wanted to make sure his students would make it to their concerts in other parts of Britain. Thus, he ended the school year a couple of weeks early. True, it was a seemingly pointless gesture, but it was still awesome, right?

Well in the next chapter, the Seekers will finally embark on their first tour and thus, bring this story to an end...

And this may have been the longest chapter I've ever written in this story.