Update: 6:49PM, Thanks to the user: MisguidedPenguin, I was made aware of that big block of text near the end of the chapter, fixing now.
Harry felt a hand on his exposed shoulder, shaking his body. His eyes flicked open and he glared at the owner of the hand.
"Do you have any idea how early it is" hissed Harry
"Yeah, it's 3 pm on a Saturday, you said we could have a bit of a sparring duel" answered Hermione
"3 in the afternoon, and you actually woke me up?" asked Harry "Why don't you just say that you hate me"
Hermione had a bewildered look on her face as Harry rolled over, pulling the covers over his head as he tried to rejoin the land of sleeping.
Hermione jabbed her wand at Harry, trying to banish his blanket, only for the spell to slam into a solid wall of wind that caused the spell to fizzle out.
"You're annoying me" groaned Harry as he continued to lay in bed with his eyes closed and his blanket over his head.
Hermione huffed and sent an overpowered banishing charm at Harry and his blanket once again.
The same wall of wind sprung up but this time, Hermione's spell ripped right through it and connected with Harry's blanket.
But instead of the blanket disappearing, nothing happened. Hermione frowned, sure that her spell was cast correctly. It was only when a breeze made her shiver that she realized what was going on.
"My clothes" she gasped as she tried to cover her body with her hands, failing at doing so.
"Yeah, my spell was stronger than the one that you cast" said Harry as he poked his head out from under his blanket. His eyes washed over her body, her flat stomach, her sizable bosom, her perky butt.
"Good for you, Hermione. That's one way to get me up on the morning" joked Harry before he flared his magic and his blanket rose off his body and he slipped out of his bed before he flicked his wand and Hermione was suddenly transparent.
"Your closes are in your room, on your bed. Go get them and then find me on the seventh floor at 8 pm" said Harry as he dismissed the nude girl from his room before making his way down to the showers, ignoring the looks he received, not caring that he was naked.
It was only after he showered, dressed, and was making his way to the Great Hall for a late lunch that he was confronted about it. The person who decided to confront him, just so happened to be his least favorite person.
"This is school, Mr. Potter, not a brothel," Umbridge hissed angrily
"So I'm not supposed to be comfortable" asked Harry sarcastically
"There is a line between comfortable and inappropriate, Mr. Potter." said Umbridge, "You can't just walk around naked"
"Oh yeah?" said Harry "Who said that you get to make the rules on what I can or can't do?"
"This is a school, nobody is allowed to be naked here. Did I miss something?" inquired Professor Umbridge in a horribly fake sweet voice.
Harry threw his head back dramatically, palming his wand and then asked "Then why are you naked?"
The surrounding nearby students all had various reactions; Ron gasped; Lavender Brown uttered a little scream; Neville fainted and a Slytherin first year threw up.
Professor Umbridge, however, did not flinch. She was staring at Harry with a furious expression on her face. "Detention with me Potter! Tonight at 8 PM"
Harry just rolled his eyes and continued on to the Great Hall, Lunch was the fourth most important meal of the day, he had already missed the first three.
The news about his verbal match with Umbridge seemed to have traveled exceptionally fast even by Hogwarts standards. He heard whispers all around him as he plopped down at the Gryffindor table and started eating.
"My friend says he saw Umbridge yelling at him. . . ."
"They said Potter banished her clothes. . . ."
"Come off it, Potter is too thin for it to be that big. . . ."
"Who do you think he's dating?"
"Please don't bring up that ugly bitch, I'm eating"
Hermione came down into the Great Hall and put her hands her hips, her stance clearly one of a woman who was pissed off.
"What do you think you're doing?" she hissed
"You sound like Umbridge" commented Harry "Although you both have something in common, you both lost your clothes"
"You … AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGH" screamed Hermione in frustration "What is wrong with you?'
"Nothing, I've already done all of this, I'm just having some fun" said Harry as he continued to pick at his food.
"It's the first week of school and you already managed to get detention" said Hermione
"Yeah, everything is going according to plan" stated Harry, his words taking the wind out of Hermione's sail.
"According to what plan?" she asked as she dropped down next to him, her glare being traded in for a look of confusion
"Dumbledore and I have a plan" said Harry before sipping on some water "I'm just following it as closely as I can"
"Dumbledore told you to walk through the school naked?" asked Hermione "I find that hard to believe"
"Dumbledore told me to get in trouble, get detention with the toad" corrected Harry "Which I did, I have detention with her at 8pm tonight"
Hermione pouted and said "I thought you were going to have a practice duel with me at 8 pm tonight"
"I mean we can move it to 7:55 PM if you want, as long as it's close to Umbridge's classroom" said Harry
"You're so full of yourself" muttered Hermione
"Fine, tomorrow at 8 PM, I will not only duel you, but I will also teach you something new and cool. Would that make you happy, you brat" said Harry much to the delight of Hermione
After the filling lunch, Harry took a nap before making his way to Umbridge's classroom, making sure that he was completely clothed this time around. When he knocked on the door she said, "Come in," in a sugary voice. He entered cautiously, looking around.
He had been in this office a couple of times in his own world, Remus had posters of various creatures that listed their strengths and weaknesses. The fake Mad Eye Moody had a bare wall office but had several threat detecting devices on his desk. When the fraud that was Gilderoy Lockhart had lived here it had been plastered in beaming portraits of its owner, well that and a bunch of teen pregnancy tests as the man had been more than willing to help any female student who came to his office after hours.
Now, however, it looked totally unrecognizable. The surfaces had all been draped in lacy covers and cloths. There were several vases full of dried flowers, each residing on its own doily, and on one of the walls was a collection of ornamental plates, each decorated with a large technicolor kitten wearing a different bow around its neck. These were so foul that Harry stared at them, transfixed, until Professor Umbridge spoke again. "Good evening, Mr. Potter."
"Good evening you miserable prude" replied Harry, making sure to be as disrespectful as possible.
"Sit down you arrogant brat," she snarled, pointing toward a small table draped in lace beside which she had drawn up a straight-backed chair. A piece of blank parchment lay on the table, apparently waiting for him.
Harry remembered this, this stupid fucking bitch. Did she think that he would simply let her have him right in his own blood.
"You know that I've heard that you are on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. And I was suppose that you would want to be there for the new Keeper tryouts at five o'clock on Friday" started Umbridge " I can't help but wonder whether the lesson will have sunken in by then"
The way that she said 'sunken in by then' didn't lead Harry to believe that she would be living past a couple of these sessions.
"Actually, I quit the team" said Harry "Don't know if you know this, but there is this guy, his name is Lord Voldemort, and he's trying to take over the world. I'm supposed to defeat him"
"Don't you say that name" hissed Umbridge
"Ah yes, a prejudiced reject death eater such as yourself wouldn't like for your dream boss to be mentioned" sassed Harry
"Oh no," said Umbridge, smiling so widely that she looked as though she had just swallowed a particularly juicy fly. "Oh no, no, no. The Dark Lord will not be defeated by the likes of you, you can't even behave enough to avoid detention, what are you going to do against the most powerful wizard in the world?"
"But I'm sitting right here" said Harry
Umbridge frowned as if she didn't understand what Harry was getting at but she didn't comment on it.
Now, you are going to be doing some lines for me, Mr. Potter. No, not with your quill," she said, as Harry held his own quill. "You're going to be using a rather special one of mine. Here you are."
She handed him a long, thin black quill with an unusually sharp point. "I want you to write 'I must not tell lies,' " she told him softly.
"How many times?" Harry asked, with a creditable imitation of politeness, politeness that failed to each his eyes that were glowing with anger.
"Oh, as long as it takes for the message to sink in," said Umbridge sweetly. "Off you go."
"Yeah no" said Harry as he stood up and held the blood quill in his hands, turning it over as if he was examining it to figure out what it was.
"You to me, Mr. Potter" said Umbridge in her fake sweet voice "I am the professor here and you are the student"
"I wouldn't hold onto that Professor title too hard" commented Harry "This blood quill isn't gonna help you keep it"
It was as if Harry has slapped the toad faced witch when he said those words as she froze with a fearful face.
"You don't know what you're talking about boy" she insisted "You don't know what you're talking about"
Harry closed his eyes as he felt the bubbling anger in his stomach, heard the roaring wind in his ear as he remembered how this had went back in his world.
"You haven't given me any ink," he said. "
Oh, you won't need ink," said Professor Umbridge with the merest suggestion of a laugh in her voice.
Harry placed the point of the quill on the paper and wrote: I must not tell lies. He let out a gasp of pain. The words had appeared on the parchment in what appeared to be shining red ink. At the same time, the words had appeared on the back of Harry's right hand, cut into his skin as though traced there by a scalpel — yet even as he stared at the shining cut, the skin healed over again, leaving the place where it had been slightly redder than before but quite smooth. Harry looked around at Umbridge. She was watching him, her wide, toad-like mouth stretched in a smile.
Harry opened his eyes and they were a blood red, a left shade of the horcrux from Voldemort that had lived in his head for years.
"No, not again" he hissed as his magic coiled tightly in the pit of his stomach, his control slipping by the second.
"What are you going on about" demanded Umbridge, fear heard in her voice at Harry's red eyes
Harry didn't say anything as a small breeze blew through the office causing Umbridge to look around, trying to figure out where the breeze could come from in the windowless office.
Harry took a step forward and the stone floor crashed under the pressure of the magic that he was releasing.
"Now Mr. Potter, I'm sure that we can work something out" pleaded Umbridge as the room began to shake.
Harry's red eyes bore into her as he continued to stare her down before he raised his wand and a spell left his wand, causing Umbridge to fall asleep.
Dumbledore opened the door to the room and looked at the cracks that covered the walls, floors, and ceilings.
"Quite the display of power Harry" commented Dumbledore on the state of the room.
Harry blinked and his eyes went from Voldemort back to Lily Potter as he turned to look at the old headmaster.
"Did you send that Owl?" asked Harry
"Yes, the Aurors are on their way" said Dumbledore as he pulled the Elder Wand out and started repairing the room back to it's previous non-destroyed state.
"So now what happens Mr. Potter?" asked Dumbledore as the two of them waited for the authorities to arrive.
"Back in my world, you took over classes for the rest of the term" answered Harry "You were the best professor until the 2nd to last week of the term, Snape allowed Voldemort and his followers into the castle. You went out to meet them, but we had just finished training for the day, you used a spell to freeze me in your office, I couldn't move."
Harry looked around at the instruments on Dumbledore's desk that started to shake and vibrate, both of them glowing a bright angry red.
Dumbledore, who was still winded *no pun intended*, from his bout with Harry looked at them with a seriousness that Harry had never seen on his face.
"Everything alright professor?" asked Harry to his mentor
Dumbledore shook his head, his beard swaying from the motion "No, someone has broken down the wards around the castle, people are entering the grounds. The magic, it feels like his."
Harry didn't need to ask who Dumbledore meant by 'his', at this point, he already knew that it meant Tom.
Harry stood up from this chair "Okay, we haven't been training this long for us to simply hide out in your office, let's get out there and show them how wrong that they are to invade our home"
Dumbledore smiled tiredly at Harry's words "Too true my boy, we shall not hide out here. But you are"
Harry looked at his mentor as a spell left the Elder Wand and with the closeness between the two, Harry didn't have time to do anything as the spell connected and he was sent flying into the wall. The impact didn't hurt, but Harry found that he couldn't move.
"Professor?" asked Harry
"Call this an act of selfishness, Harry. But I don't want you to fight in this battle, however I also know that you are too stubborn to listen to me and not fight, that's why you are stuck to the wall" explained Dumbledore as he tapped the crystal ball on his desk "You can watch the battle from here"
Harry didn't get another word out as Dumbledore popped away and Harry looked at the crystal ball that showed the marching forces of the Death Eaters and Voldemort.
Dumbledore appeared in front of them, standing between them and the castle, wand already drawn.
"Hello Tom" greeted Dumbledore to his former student "You are looking quite terrible. I hear muggles have this thing called lotion that can really help your skin"
Voldemort let a sick smile grace his face as he saw his former teacher before him, ignoring his words "Dumbledore, just the man I was coming to see. Where oh where is junior?"
Voldemort's red eyes scanned the area as if Harry was gonna pop out from behind a tree.
"I'm afraid that Mr. Potter is busy, you will have to make due with just me Tom" said Dumbledore
Voldemort rolled his eyes at hearing his real name spoken by the ancient headmaster.
"I guess I can make due with you, or my followers and keep you occupied while I pay a visit to the students in the castle" said Voldemort as Bellatrix and a pair of masked Death Eaters stepped forward.
Dumbledore's face showed no emotion as he took a deep breath when he exhaled, there was monsoon of flames rushing out of his mouth.
Bellatrix threw up a shield that lasted only a millisecond before Voldemort left hand flew up and the flames crashed into a solid wall of ice, melting the ice and creating a large burst of steam that covered the entire area.
Voldemort looked at his followers and said "I will deal with the old man" as he stepped in front of them.
Dumbledore slashed his wand and the steam disappeared, leaving the two former student and teacher to look at each other once more.
"Is this it Tom?" asked Dumbledore
"I think it is Albus, one of us has to give. You hide the Potter boy from me at this moment and I cannot allow any threat to my claim to power to survive" said Voldemort
Dumbledore nodded and he jabbed his wand before slashing it three times at Voldemort. The large strike of flames from the jab was met by a stream of water from Voldemort's wand.
He used the water that hit the ground to build another ice wall that didn't even slow down the first spell, the piercing spell ripping through the ice with ease.
The two following piercing spells raced right behind it and Voldemort erected a large shimmering magic dome around his form, the spells dispersed upon contacting the spell.
Voldemort took a step closer as wind picked up and it started to snow, something that should have been impossible given that it was the end of May. But Voldemort's mere presence was enough to conjure up the frosty white flakes. Flexing his hand, Voldemort sent shards of ice at Dumbledore while his wand fired off a series of spells; a bone breaker, a blood boiler, a dark cutting curse, and a silver spell that Harry didn't recognize through the crystal ball.
Dumbledore didn't seem to have any issue with the spells, as he pointed his wand at the ground and pulled up, ripping the ground up to create a wall to protect him, the spells shredded the wall and Dumbledore peeked through one of the gaps before slashing his wand at the wall, sending a stream of earth spikes at Voldemort.
Dumbledore followed that up sending another wave of flames shooting out of his mouth, causing Voldemort to narrow his eyes at the dual assault. Bellatrix stepped up next to her master and the two of them pasted a tsunami of water at the elemental flames.
The stalemate made Dumbledore frown, he was already low on magic from his duel with Harry, yet here he was throwing spell after spell at Tom like he was fresh. His body was aching for him to rest, his magic sluggish to follow his commands. The only thing that was keeping him in the fight was the fact that the Elder Wand was able to amplify his magic and spell strength.
Voldemort was quick with his wand once more and a series of slashes and jabs sent more spells, ones that Dumbledore did his best to counter but a cutting spell nicked his side and his hastily cast shield barely saved him as he was sent blasting backwards.
Dumbledore skid to a stop at the edge of the steps that led to the castle and he struggled to get back up to his feet, his aching old body begging him to stay down. But the old man just didn't have any quit in him and he made his way back to his feet, flames coming out of his nose with each huff that he made.
The door opened behind him and Dumbledore didn't hear it, no it was only after Voldemort decided to be kind and point behind him that Dumbledore turned around to see that the door to his school had been opened, and out stepped a man that he always swore to have faith in. A man who despite his checkered past, Dumbledore had been more than willing to grant a second chance too.
"Severus…" The sound felt wrong to Harry because for the first time, Dumbledore wasn't the Headmaster or any of his various other titles. No, he was an old man who was calling out to a man who he thought was his friend.
Snape said nothing, but walked down the stairs towards the ancient headmaster, Harry couldn't help but notice the wand in his hand.
Dumbledore looked at Voldemort and, his back turned to Snape and Voldemort smiled like he had just won the entire war in that single moment as Dumbledore turned around to look at Snape, turning his back on the Dark lord and his army of Death Eaters.
Snape gazed for a moment at Dumbledore, and there was revulsion and hatred etched in the harsh lines of his face.
"Severus…please…"
Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A jet of green light shot from the end of Snape's wand and hit Dumbledore squarely in the chest.
The force of the spell, lifted Dumbledore off of the ground, his body seemingly hung in the air forever to Harry, before crashing to the ground, his limbs bent as he hit the ground.
Harry didn't want to believe that Dumbledore was dead, but the spell that held him to the wall ended and he slide down the wall as he stared at the crystal ball that showed him the death of his mentor. His stomach hurt and his mouth filled with vomit, the taste only making him more sick. He felt light headed and he heard a loud crack before he realized that he had punched a hole through the castle's wards as he apparated down to the field, his eyes trained on Snape.
"Potter" hissed Voldemort but Harry ignored him as he glare at Snape, his eyes turning black before turning the same red as Voldemort's eyes.
"Avada Kedavra!" cried out Voldemort as he shot the curse at Harry's back, but much to his horror, the spell didn't connect but rather twisted around Harry's form before being slingshot back at him.
"Severus Snape, for your crimes against humanity, I sentence you to death" hissed Harry, tears in his eyes as his wand already in his hand and he only had to point it at Snape before he exploded into a mist of blood and skin.
Voldemort watched with wide eyes at the scene of Harry "The Golden Boy" Potter brutally murder Snape so casually. Even he flinched when Harry turned his attention to them and started walking towards them, stepping around Dumbledore's still form.
As he walked, the wind in the yard started to blow harder and Harry's magic blanketed the area. The wind picked up again and Harry floated into the sky before his form started to spin and a massive tornado exploded out from his body. Voldemort tried to shield himself from the pull but his shield shattered as the razor sharp wind tore right through it.
Death Eaters were sucked up by the winds and Voldemort's last view before portkeying away was Harry's cold eyes.
Dumbledore shivered from the memory that was being recounted to him, because it was so strange. He had actually planned for Snape to kill him if he became ill or if a student was going to be forced to kill him. But it sounded like Snape had held onto the anger from his past and had taken it out on him.
"I don't believe that we will get a similar series of events in this timeline" said Dumbledore
Harry nodded "If Snape were to make a move on your life, I don't think I would be able to stop myself"
Dumbledore chuckled "I don't think you would want to stop myself, based on what you just told me in your tale, you made him explode."
"To be fair, he had just murdered you in cold blood in front of the school. I was not in the right state of mind" said Harry
There was a brief silence as the two of them continued to wait for the Aurors to arrive, one that Dumbledore was hoping to take advantage of.
"So, I have to ask" started Dumbledore "Why did you not trust me when you came to this world?"
Harry raised an eyebrow, a look of confusion appeared on his face as if he didn't believe that Dumbledore didn't know the reason.
"It's just us here, you can cut the act" said Harry
"I'm afraid that I honestly don't know" replied Dumbledore
Harry made a face "Okay, I was a horcrux, the seventh made by Voldemort back in my timeline. You knew for years and never told me, I had to nearly die from his soul being ripped out of my body to find out"
Dumbledore went extremely pale "Are you certain?"
"Yeah when I blasted him through the Veil of Death, my scar leaked some black ink-like substance. I heard Voldemort's screams in my head and I briefly passed out, but when I woke up, he was gone and my scar faded lightly" explained Harry.
"I had some thoughts, speculation really about something similar in this world, but Harry died before I could prove it" said Dumbledore as he slowly regained some color.
Harry made another face, this one much harder for Dumbledore to read, but Harry tone made it clear on what he thought "You say that, but how do I know what you really thought? Was Harry going to be some kind of sacrifice or something? Because that is what my Dumbledore planned, for me to willing die"
Dumbledore frowned "I honestly cannot tell you what my plans would have been, I haven't done the research on a living horcruxes nor how to get rid of them"
Harry nodded, confident in the fact that Dumbledore and him had a pact that Dumbledore was not able to lie to him, part of why Harry had no issue being so honest with the old headmaster, it also didn't hurt that he was basically a copy of his mentor from his world.
Dumbledore perked up and gave Harry a soft smile, "The aurors are here, I will pop out to meet them and bring them right here."
Harry have him a short nod "Don't worry Dumbledore, she isn't going anywhere. We will do things the right way this time, no need to do anything rash"
Dumbledore made show of rolling his eyes before he used his headmaster privilege to pop out of the office and go meet them at the gates to the castle.
Harry looked over at Umbridge and said "You can stop pretending to be asleep, I know that the spell wore off close to 20 minutes ago"
Her eyes flicked open and she stared at Harry with a level of fear that he hadn't expected from the toad-like woman.
"What are you? Some kind of freak" she asked, her voice quiet and meek, a first for Harry to hear from the woman.
Harry tilted his head, his eyes narrowed at the woman's choice of words "You know, I hated that word. 'Freak' , my uncle would always call our kind that. When he would beat me, he would scream that word over and over."
Umbridge shivered as the room grew colder and she couldn't take her eyes off of Harry who simply continued to stare at the ministry office with the coldest of looks.
"Allow me to give you a glimpse into what saying that word got him" said Harry as he muttered "Legilimens" and he felt his magic build up in his head before he shot out a mental arrow, the arrow slammed into Umbridge's head and sliced right through her decent mental shields before connecting both of their minds.
Using his spare key, Harry let himself into the house, finding the house empty of his lone surviving a seat on the couch, Harry was not forced to wait long, as not 15 mins later, his crying aunt came in followed by his angry uncle.
"I tell ya Pet, that doctor was a quack, he didn't know shit." snarled Vernon as he waddled in after his wife
"How can our son be in just mentally gone all of a sudden" whimpered Petunia as she led them to the kitchen, their backs to Harry sitting in the living room.
"I would say it happened unnaturally, almost as if by magic," said Harry, his voice drawing their attention towards him.
"BOY, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Thundered his uncle
"Me? Nothing. At least not yet, you see my dear uncle. I no longer need you. I do not need to live here, I do not need the "protection" this house provides me." replied Harry, his green eyes glowing with bubbling fury
Petunia picked up on it before her husband, it was the same look her sister got when she was beyond pissed.
"So what are you doing here?" she asked, bring a sick smile to Harry's face, his eyes never defrosting.
"That is the million-pound question isn't it, my dear aunt. it is quite simple really. The man who killed my parents has returned, he will more than likely target you at some point. While you know next to nothing about my actual abilities or my whereabouts. I figured I would come here and just rid myself of you guys. You know pay you guys back for the amazing treatment you gave me." said Harry as he rose from the couch, wand in hand.
"wait, this isn't what your mother would have wanted" pleaded PetuniaHarry bit his lip while nodding.
"You are probably right, Petunia, but I would wage anything in the world that the dead don't want anything." Snarled Harry
His uncle paled realizing that they never treated Harry all that well and decided to rush smirked as he flicked his wand and set his uncle stumbling backwards into the dining table causing it to collapse to the ground.
"Why? Why are you doing this?" whispered Petunia
"Why? Because I feel like it. My entire life I was mistreated by you worthless cunts" spat Harry as his rage boiled inside angrily "Well no longer, I will not put up with anyone who has wronged me. it starts with you two."
Vernon managed to roll onto all fours, huffing and ignored his struggled and summoned the turkey carving knife towards himself before banished it into the back of Vernon's big fat meaty paw.
"AAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH PETUNIA DO SOMETH- AAAAAAAGGHHHH!" screamed Vernon, his pleas to his wife being interrupted by his another hand being pierced by another massive knife, pinning the large man to the floor.
"I would be silent Uncle, the neighbors can hear you" taunted Harry in a mock voice of his aunt.
"Please, you don't have to do this Harry. We can just go our separate ways. We never have to see each other again." cried out Petunia, fresh tears streaming down her face as she watched her husband suffer.
"I will be never seeing either of you again," said Harry before he summoned his uncle's head while banishing the body, ripping the man's head clean off. His aunt couldn't even scream as Harry didn't bother toying with her, simply banishing a knife into her neck before walking out the front door, Harry looked back at the place that was his personal hell and looked at the cloudless sky.
"I haven't done this spell before, but there is a first time for everything," said Harry as he pointed his wand to the sky and repeated the spell that he got from the last summer.
"MORSMORDRE," said Harry as a cloudy mass exploded from the end of his wand, the dark mark of Voldemort taking place over his former just like that, Harry and killed off his aunt and uncle all while blaming it on his arch-enemy. Harry couldn't prevent the smile that graced his face, life was good.
The magic connecting their minds ended and Umbridge dropped to the ground and started scrambling backwards, away from Harry.
"You're a monster, you killed your own family. You wouldn't get away with this" she spat
Harry closed his eyes as he shook his head in amusement "You see, you stupid bitch, I already have. It doesn't matter because I know for a fact that you will never say anything about what I shared with you" said Harry
"Are you insane? I will tell everyone about this" snarled Umbridge as she climbed to her feet, she pointed her finger at Harry "The world would love to hear about how the "Boy Who Lived" is nothing more than a raging lunatic"
Harry allowed a mock look of fear to grace his face and said "You're not going to say anything, not out of the kind of your heart. You must be dumber than I thought possible. Why would I share this with you? Because you're not going to remember this conversation"
Umbridge's eye widen as she realized what Harry meant as the spell left his wand and the last 40 minutes of her memory was erased in the blink of an eye. She opened her eyes again and looked around as the door opened to reveal Dumbledore was there with his friends Tonks and Kingsley.
"What are you too doing here?" asked Umbridge to the pair of Aurors. Kingsley stepped forward and grabbed the Blood Quill off of the desk that Umbridge had wanted Harry to sit at and raised it with his hand.
"So Dumbledore was telling the truth, you are in fact in possession of an illegal dangerous artifact" said Kingsley with a hint of disgust in his voice
"That's not mine" claimed Umbridge pointing her stubby finger at Harry "It belongs to this delinquent"
Harry said "Mine?" as he threw his hands up in the air in disbelief
Tonks stepped forward "Blood Quills retain a link to the person who crafted the runes to make them, a magical thumbprint if you will"
Kingsley nodded and said "I can tell you in a moment who made this quill" as he pulled his wand out and ran it over the object, the many tiny runes that covered the quill glowing as they were examined.
Kingsley growled and pointed his wand at Umbridge when he was finished scanning the quill "Tonks, bag the quill. Dolores Umbridge, you're under arrest and will be coming with us"
Umbridge's face twisted with anger and Harry blasted her backwards with an overpowered stunning spell "What? She was becoming aggressive" explained Harry as he pocketed his wand.
Kingsley just shook his head as he used his wand to float Umbridge out of the room.
Tonks pulled an evidence bag out of the inner pocket of her robe and put the quill inside the bag in a careful manner.
"I like the way you handle that quill" said Harry as he got closer to Tonks, causing her hair to stand up slightly.
"You're nothing more than a shameful flirt" she accused him as she put the quill away inside a special pouch.
"Oh, I'm more than a flirt, I deliver" said Harry as he leaned in, his words tickling her ear and he planted a sloppy kiss on Tonks' cheek before pulling back, his laughter ringing out through the room.
"Owl me" said Harry as he left the room, leaving behind a blushing Tonks who was doing her best to keep her hair from turning red like her face. Now that he had gotten rid of Umbridge, he did owe Hermione a beating ... I mean duel.
"Ah young love" commented Dumbledore as his eyes shined with amusement at seeing Harry teases Nymphadora.
Tonks glared at her former headmaster and left in a huff, only making the scene funnier to the aging headmaster.
A/N: Boom, another chapter in the books. I got rid of Umbridge, I thought about killing her off like what happened in the other world, but Harry is being politically savy in this world.
If you're the leader of your nation, you're right hand man/woman can't be convicted of being a child abuser. And Harry and Dumbledore want to oust Fudge, because he's not the leader they need for a war effort.
I also showed you guys how Snape managed to kill Dumbledore back in Harry's world and a brief hint of how much more powerful Harry and the people his world were, along with an example of the elemental aspect of their world.
As always, I welcome any and all questions, concerns, reviews on here or on my Twitter page. That handle is HKM_FF. The next story to get an update will be Fluctus, then Stuck on Red, then probably Marvel at this Shinobi's tale. Although since today is the 11th and tomorrow is my birthday, probably wouldn't drop anything until I come back from my birthday trip to be honest.
Also, I have a Patr-eon, my username is HighKeyMars on there, it is a dollar to read any non mature adult story, 2 dollars for access to all stories. If you want to support ya boy, that'd be dope. If not, that's also 's cool. If you follow me on there and mention that you are from this website, I will upload an extra chapter of any fanfic that you want within the next 24 _Mars Out