Hey everyone,
Wow, this chapter is going to be hard. I'm going to have to write from the perspective of one of the two women who have shared the #1 spot on my Most Hated HP character list since forever. (yeah, I have one of those, don't you?) Also I REALLY hope that you lot read the AN at the bottom of the last chapter as it contains some IMPORTANT information about all that is happening in this event and this chapter. If you didn't, I hope this AN and all its words in CAPITALS will have made you do so.
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Venquine1990

Chapter 17
An Unusual Alliance

23rd of December 1995
Gaunt Shack, England
Umbridge's POV

I cannot believe that I am here. I cannot believe that I am crouching next to a beast. I cannot believe that I am dependent on this same beast to keep me safe. I cannot believe that everything Cornelius and I have been striving for these past few months has been proven futile. I cannot believe that we have been made to waste our valuable time like this. And I cannot believe that these fools are letting me get this honor without argument like this.
Yet all of it is true and right now I am just waiting for those filthy monsters – the Goblins – to finish off the last of the objects through which that horrifying beast – as Riddle can't even be called human anymore with how he looks – is kept chained to this world. One of the other human Curse Breakers, who is apparently part of Weasley's team back in Egypt, is also crouching in the foliage with me and he had been staring at some kind of object that was aimed away from the shack.

At first I had asked him why he wasn't aiding his fellow Curse Breakers and had wanted to reprimand him for this, but the man had curtly told me: "Someone needs to be here to tell you when to strike. After all, striking before Weasley kills the snake will just set us back instead of helping us achieve our goal, don't you think?" I had agreed with him and he had also put down another device on the ground in front of us.
The device had been pure black with one set of numbers shining bright white within the darkness of the device's color and the man had told me: "Once it turns purple and green, the Goblins will have cleansed the ring. Keep an eye on that and wait for my signal. I can't say for sure who will finish first, Weasley or Master Rollnuck." Personally I had been more willing to bet on the wizard than the beast, but I had kept my opinion to myself.

Then Riddle had appeared and I had resisted the urge to Apparate away in fright at the sight of him. Needless to say, the monster's looks basically represented all the disgust and revulsion I felt for most of Wizarding England and its residents today and I had actually felt disgusted with my own emotions. I had gripped my wand a bit tighter and my need to see this man be put to an end had risen another notch, something I didn't think possible.
Lupin is on my other side and the man's whole form is tense, his every muscle looking like it can snap at a moment's notice it is pulled that tightly across his entire form. The man also has a look of intense concentration on his face and his eyes actually managed to roam across each and every Death Eater as they arrived. The fact that they arrived a few minutes after their master had left me worried for a moment, but I had dismissed the notion for later inspection.

"Crap, I forgot." The man suddenly curses and I turn to him as he hisses: "Harry told us. He told us that on the day Riddle got resurrected, Pettigrew sacrificed his own hand for the ritual to see this done and that Riddle gave him a silver one in return. I can't do anything to him. If he even gets within an inch of me with that, I'd be dead within ten minutes." Yet while the news of the appendage is shocking, I really don't care for the rest.
"Then just leave him to me and focus on that monster. Tell me, where is that filthy bastard?" I whisper back. Lupin barely moves, but I still spot his finger aiming upwards. I follow its direction and my eyes widen in shocked surprise. And a sense of elation fills me from within as I realize that the filthy monster – who raped me when I was just a First Year and called it a prank gone wrong when confessing to his friends – is right in front of me.
The man himself also seems tense and Lupin curses again before he whispers: "He's onto us. Like me and Sirius, Peter's been in rat form long enough his senses have improved. He can probably smell us, maybe even hear us." And instantly I furiously hiss: "Then let him hear this. Perforo." And while the man does turn his head, my spell shoots him straight through the neck. I quickly make sure to cast the spell several more times and hit him in all the spots I know are deadly.

Four more times I cast the spell and small holes get cut into the man's head, his chest, at the point where his silver hand is attached to his arm and between his legs. I also make sure to cast the spell with double the power as I cast it the final time and aim for the last of the spots as just the sight of him reminds me of the horrible pain he put me through all those years ago. The man wants to cry out, but my first spell caused for blood to leak from his throat.
And while a few of the Death Eaters that are standing near him do notice his wounds and spot him falling down, the Order of the Phoenix and my worthy team of Ministerial Aurors keep them plenty busy and distracted. What's even better is that every time one of the wizards near Pettigrew want to ask: "What's going on there?" Or something similar, one of the Aurors uses this to shoot a Skiving Snackbox candy into their mouths.

One by one the Death Eaters fall, the few of them that are actually here and while the Order members keep their wands trained on the fallen scum, the Aurors rush over and Port Key the criminals out, ready to take them to Holding Cells and have them await their trial. "A trial that will take place once I take Fudge's office." I think to myself, the thought of finally having that chair belong to me making me grin in wicked and excited delight.
Then I notice something happening beside me and turn my head a little. And to my shock, I notice that the wizard besides me has put both his trackers back in his belt. "It's done. Good luck." He says and before I can ask him: "Aren't you staying?" He's already Apparated out. And upon checking out the sight before me, I notice that the Goblin beasts have already done the same. And because the other Death Eaters are also gone, I now only have one thing in sight.

And while I may have never liked Dumbledore and always believed him a thorn in my way to reaching the office I deserve to have and the power that is rightfully mine, I cannot deny that the man is truly a talented wizard and that most of his legend really is based on true facts about his level of experience. The man might be ancient and even close to reaching a full century of age – if he hasn't already passed that age – but he's not showing it.
The man moves with the nimble speed of a swimmer, constantly light on his feet and dodging Riddle's spells wherever possible. And where he's not able to do so, he uses feats of magic I have never seen before to counter the dark magic used against him, if not to strike at Riddle himself and to drive the monster on the defensive instead. Even spells that I have only heard of but never seen for myself spew from the man's wand.

Then I notice that Dumbledore gazes at Lupin and me for barely a moment and Lupin voices my thoughts with a single word: "Now." I aim my wand at the monster that is fighting the ancient man and draw on every emotion he has ever brought up in me, as well as everything I ever felt when thinking of all he has done to my beautiful world and future kingdom. All of the hatred, resentment, disgust and fury from the early eighties comes back up within me.
I hardly even notice Lupin crouching down even lower and sneaking out of our hiding spot, but I do notice Dumbledore suddenly using a chain of magic that summons all of the leafs from various trees behind him and behind Riddle. The man, luckily enough, is making sure not to pull any leafs from where I am hiding, but then his chain makes the leafs turn to small plates of iron, metal, gold and silver and they encase Riddle.
The plates form a circular cage around the monster, but while I am amazed at this, I can easily tell that this cage won't hold him for long. "It doesn't need to. It's only meant to keep that monster from spotting Lupin. It just needs to remain long enough for Lupin to sneak over. And once he does, I can kill that monster." A small part of me wonders who I mean with this, but I shake it off and think: "I can hunt his kind down when I'm Minister for Magic. Riddle first."
And as I finish this thought I see the blades of steel turning red with heat before they get engulfed in flames that, while bright, make me shudder in revulsion as they are obviously a level below the Fiendfyre curse. But before Riddle can try to turn the flames on his oldest enemy, Lupin jumps at him with a roar of bestial fury. And with a strength that I didn't think the sick man could have, he takes Riddle in a headlock with his own arms encircling Riddle's from below his arm pits.

"UMBRIDGE, NOW!" He yells and I instantly react. I jump up, aim my wand straight for the monster and yell with all my might: "SECTUMSEMPRA!" And while I have no idea what my spell might do, I remember Snape telling me about it. "It will help end him without anyone ever being able to send you to Azkaban for casting an Unforgivable. Just make sure you aim at the chest and not the neck, seeing the oath you made to Lupin and all."
And the second the curse hits, I get why the man told me this. Long wide and deep gashes that instantly start to gush blood like water from a waterfall appear all over the monster's body. The gashes almost even run deep enough that I wonder if I might have hit the werewolf behind him after all, but Lupin seems not to show a sign of pain. He even hisses: "This is for James, Lily, Dorcas, Marlene, Fabian, Gideon and everyone else."
And as the man lets out another roar that makes me feel relieved that the full moon was weeks ago, he grabs the monster's head and twists it to an impossible angle. And the snap of the man's neck bones is heard through the entire clearing. Lupin lets go off the monster and it collapses in a heap in front of him. Yet then suddenly a bright flame bursts to light in front of Lupin and a Phoenix appears from it, the bird holding a familiar looking sword.

Lupin takes the sword, but he doesn't look down. He stares at me and I grimace, but snap: "I get the credit." The man gives me a nod and then yells out as he cleaves the sword through the neck he just snapped. And while I didn't feel it before, I now suddenly feel like the whole clearing got a little bit lighter, as if the sun that is watery and hiding behind some thin clouds is now shining a little bit brighter and strong enough to push through the foliage around us.
"It's over. He's truly dead." Dumbledore says, his tone actually morose instead of victorious. "But why did that phoenix appear? Didn't Lupin and Umbridge already do the job?" One of the Aurors that remained behind asks and Dumbledore allows for the bird to perch on his shoulder as he says: "Fawkes knows me well. I could already tell that Remus and Dolores' actions would only allow Tom a slow painful death. Fawkes knows how much I hate those."

"He would have deserved it." Another snarls furiously, but to this Shacklebolt says: "Maybe so, but with the dark magic that this monster used to keep himself alive all this time, it's only better that we ensured a quick death. else, in his weakened state, he might have tricked us into believing him dead, we would have left and he could have used the last of his strength to do who knows what, just to survive. And we'd be none the wiser until it was too late."
The Auror that snarled now shudders and nods as he mutters: "Good point." I roll my eyes and turn to Dumbledore, a victorious smirk on my face as I say: "Either way, I'm afraid that you'll have to find a new DADA teacher, Dumbledore. With that monster's death now under my name, I think I'll go and try to run for Minister for Magic. If you don't mind, Accio Tom Riddle." And while everyone gapes at me, I catch the dead body and head and turn on the spot, Apparating back to London.

That happened.
And I'm going to be honest, I actually enjoyed that a lot more than I thought I would. Don't get me wrong, I HATE writing in Umbridge's POV, but in this case, I tried to have her be the kind of person who can appreciate power and helpfulness regardless of who it comes from, especially if the helpfulness benefits her in either short or long term or both. And don't worry, there is NO WAY I am going to let her become Minister.
I'm not crazy,

Venquine1990