This was the result of a 4 AM intrusive thought.

I would have loved to have seen Umbitch (I will never call her anything else) get what she deserved: a public and embarrassing Azkaban sentence. With lots of people telling her what a horrible person she was.

In my mind, Umbitch was waaaaayyyyy worse than Voldemort. Voldemort was raised in a horrible environment and, in a sick and twisted way, built an empire filled with bigotry and fear because that was all he knew. Umbitch was raised with love and support and she still did awful things to her own family.

But I digress.

All information found was contextualized from Harry Potter Wikipedia. If something doesn't make sense, take it up with them.

I don't own the characters. I attach strings to them and shout, "Dance marionettes! Dance for my pleasure!"


Harry Potter held no good memories of the Department of Magical Law enforcement or the Ministry Courtrooms.

Not when they tried to try him for underage magic use (Harry was still on the fence of whether or not Fudge actually knew one of his own sent those Dementors after him) or when he and Ron and Hermione infiltrated the Ministry to find the Horcrux.

Still, he was certainly making some much better memories now.

The weeks following the Battle of Hogwarts many trials were held for captured Death Eaters. More and more cases were coming by the day and slowly but surely, Azkaban was filling up with Death Eaters, and Death Eater sympathizers. The Ministry was becoming a stage for a spectacle.

And Harry was happy to take his own seat as a spectator instead of the main character of a show like this.

He did feel a smidge of sympathy for Hermione. She had decided to represent some Hogwarts students whom she felt did nothing to deserve more than a probation. Mostly fellow schoolmates and a few sympathizers. Considering that their choices were either have a war heroine muggleborn represent their case or get sent to Azkaban, Harry felt himself impressed when only one student refused her help; subsequently, that student was the only one sent to Azkaban.

And, after quite a few weeks, the trials were finally starting to end. Draco and Narcissa Malfoy were subjected to merely house arrest, seizing dark artifacts from their manor, and probation. Lucius Malfoy was not so lucky and had a permanent cell in main group of Death Eaters (Rookwood, the Carrows, and Dolohov to name a few) were sentenced to lifetime imprisonments in Azkaban.

Harry had been forced to attend many trials due to his status as a war hero (Harry privately thought he was merely a symbol meant to remind the Wizengamot what happens when you don't take the words of the Chosen One seriously) but he didn't look forward to any of them. These people were murders and blood purists; horrible, awful people who were lucky they were getting a trial at all. He did not delight in watching them maniacally spout their purest views or cry their crocodile tears.

The doors of the courtroom opened and Harry felt himself straighten up.

No, Harry did not like watching these trials. This particular trial, however, would be an exception.

Harry felt himself relax as two Aurors dragged a disgruntled Dolores Umbridge to sit at the center of the courtroom.

Long gone was the appearance of a professional (if slightly over-powering pink) woman. In her place was a haggard and visibly angry prisoner; glaring at everyone who looked at her with even a smidgen of superiority or happiness. The only colors she wore were the shaggy prison robes of Azkaban.

"Dolores Jane Umbridge," Began Minister Shacklebolt. "you have been brought before Wizengamot to stand trial for your crimes of cooperation with Voldemort, purposefully framing a Hogwarts student for underaged magic, harming underaged witches and wizards with archaic punishments, manipulating Dementors for your own personal purposes, and harassment against Half Bloods and Muggleborns without incitement during the former Minister's reign. Do you deny any of these crimes?"

Umbridge smiled at Shacklebolt like she was speaking to a foolish child. "Of course I deny them!" Her condescending words dripped like honey. "This trial is a complete waste of time! I have done none of these wretched things you accused me of, Minister, and I must request my release immediately!"

Shacklebolt appeared unaffected by the woman's words. "Does anyone speak in defense of this witch?"

A nervous, portly man in too tight robes appeared next to Umbridge. "I do, Minister. I am her appointed lawyer, Howard Abbernathy." Harry had to wonder at his use of appointed. He guessed that meant that no lawyer was willing to take up for Umbridge's cause, and so the Ministry had to force someone to be her lawyer since she wanted one. The sentiment made him want to laugh.

"And what is your client's stance on these crimes?"

The lawyer nervously glanced at his client before responding. "Not guilty, Minister."

"What would be your recommended sentencing?"

"I-I recommended a plea deal, Minister. But Miss Umbridge refuses to consider it on account of her claiming to be innocent of all charges. She insists that she has committed no treason against the Ministry."

Harry thought he heard Umbridge growl underneath her forced smile. "Of course! I am an acclaimed Undersecretary! I have been serving the Ministry for years as a loyal employee. I have every right to be freed!"

"Not today, former Madam Undersecretary. If you insist on your innocence, then we shall go to trial. Starting tomorrow, the trial of Dolores Jane Umbridge shall commence. We will meet here tomorrow at nine o'clock to start. Everyone is dismissed."

With a bang of his gavel, Minister Shacklebolt put forward this trial into motion.

"Harry!" Hermione called as he was leaving the atrium of the Department of Law Enforcement. The witch ran to catch up with him. "I can't believe that horrible witch thinks she can get away with doing all those wretched things!" They both ignored the stares of others. They were far too used to it by now. At least no one was coming up to them to ask questions or be a bother.

Harry chuckled as they walked. "I certainly can. You remember what she was like at Hogwarts?"

Hermione huffed. "Of course I do. I still have nightmares about her classes. Defense Against the Dark Arts, and we learn no defense spells?! That woman was out of her bloody mind!" Harry laughed. Leave it to Hermione to be upset about school. "Not to mention her ideas of punishment! Or her complete lack of respect for her students! She was absolutely barbaric, Harry!"

"The woman believes she can do no wrong, Hermione. People like that don't see their downfall coming until it's too late."

A spark in Hermione's eyes, one that Harry was all too familiar with, suddenly appeared. She suddenly turned around. "You're right Harry. People like that don't see their downfall coming." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Go ahead without me. I'll see you at Grimmauld Place for dinner tonight."

"Wait!" Harry called after the fleeing woman. "What are you thinking, Hermione?"

The grin on her face could almost be called scary. "I'm going to give Dolores Umbridge a taste of her own medicine!"

Harry suddenly decided he needed to go to bed early that night. He would be remiss to not attend what would be the most memorable trail to date.


Apparently Harry's fellow classmates agreed with him. More than half of his year, along with another hundred plus people who had attended school while Umbridge was in power, were in attendance. All were looking forward to her apparent downfall.

George grinned as he sat down next to Ginny, who was sitting on Harry's right. "No way am I going to miss this one, mate. I need to see that little toad get what she deserves."

Neville, a seat above Harry, nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. That woman was horrible to all of us. We deserve some justice."

While Harry did agree with them, he couldn't help but wonder where Hermione was. After not coming back from the Ministry until much later that night, Harry knew Hermione wouldn't miss this trial for all the Os in her N.E.W.T.s.

Contrary to his best friend, Ron wasn't the least bit nervous. Every time Harry asked, Ron only replied, "Hermione knows what she's doing. Just trust her process."

So he trusted his best friend and waited for the trial to begin.

Nine o'clock on the dot was when Minister Shacklebolt took his place and began the trial. Umbridge was once again called in to sit at the center of the atrium, looking just as crazy with her forced smile as the day before.

Shacklebolt smiled slyly as he began. "It has come to my attention that you used a certain method when interrogating students at Hogwarts, Miss Umbridge." His grin suddenly turned shark-like. "And so we shall be using that exact same method on you today."

Oh how Harry laughed when that vile woman's face turned pale and glanced at him nervously. His companions did as well; their laughter filling up the atrium like thunder. And since he was the Chosen One Who Defeated Voldemort, no one but Shacklebolt dared to silence him.

"That's enough from the viewing gallery." But even the Minister couldn't hide his smile. "Please be silent unless you have been called to give testimonies. That includes you, Mister Potter." Harry sent a smile to the Minister before calming down.

"This is outrageous!" Thundered Umbridge. Her smiling mask was finally giving way to her true thoughts. "I will not be subjected to such barbarity!"

Shacklebolt merely smiled. "Then you should have thought better of using it on underage witches and wizards while you were at Hogwarts. Any protest from the Wizengamot?" There were only smirks and shaking heads. "Then we shall proceed. Bring in the Veritaserum."

The look on Umbridge's face would have given a toad warts. Still, Harry couldn't help but be worried. Veritaserum, while powerful, did have some downsides. If not worded correctly, or if Umbridge was particularly resistant, then all of this would be for naught and Umbridge would go free.

But Harry trusted Hermione. And Shacklebolt. So he made himself relax and watch Shacklebolt motion for someone to come in.

And who would be coming through the double doors, grinning widely with a cup of tea and Veritaserum in her hands, but Hermione Granger herself?

Ron's confidence and Shacklebolt's calm stance suddenly made sense. No way Hermione wouldn't have already thought of Veritaserum's weaknesses and prepared for them. She and Shacklebolt must have spend most of the night going through questions she would ask Umbridge to take down her case.

Suddenly Harry felt much more relaxed. Ginny noticed his grin and shook her head before taking his hand. "Hermione is going to eviscerate that toad."

"I know." Harry couldn't stop grinning. "Isn't it exciting?"

But not everyone shared their sentiments. "This…girl cannot be the one to interrogate me!" Protested Umbridge. The Aurors beside her had to draw their wands to keep her in her chair. "She was a student of mine! She is too close to this case to be impartial as an inquisitor! Why hasn't my lawyer protested this travesty?!"

Shacklebolt kept his smile. "Your lawyer declined to come to court today. He claims he is the victim of an unfortunate stomach ailment. And no one else has stepped up to represent you, Miss Umbridge. That is why Miss Granger presented me a list of questions she wished to ask beforehand. I approved the ones I thought appropriate for this trial. Miss Granger has also promised me she will keep everything professional."

"Why should her promises mean anything to me?!"

"Because I believe she is trustworthy. And this court doesn't care if you don't think the same." He nodded to Hermione, who held the cup of tea to Umbridge. At her hesitation the Minister stated, "Miss Umbridge if you do not take the potion the Wizengamot will assume you guilty of all charges and you will never step foot outside of Azkaban again. Do you understand?"

Umbridge may have been too ambitious for her own good, but she was smart enough to realize she had no choice. Her lawyer had abandoned her and the entire court was against her. With a foul expression, she drank the contents of the cup.

Hermione waited the appropriate time before asking, "What is your full name?"

The twisted set of her mouth did not change. "Dolores Jane Umbridge."

"When were you born?"

"August 26th, 1961."

"Is your hair blonde?"

"No."

"Is your favorite color black?"

"No."

Hermione nodded to Shacklebolt. "We can get started."

"Please begin, Miss Granger."

"Yes Minister." Hermione turned her full attention to Umbridge. "Are you prepared for my questions?"

Umbridge growled. "No."

Hermione's smile was smug. "Good. On August 2nd, 1995, do you remember going to Azkaban that morning?"

Umbridge's answer was drawn out like a painful root canal. "Yes."

"Did you meet with an Auror by the name of Phylus Kirkland, who is currently in Azkaban for obstruction of justice and taking bribes for the release and torment of prisoners?"

"Yes."

"Did you bribe him to order a Dementor to go somewhere other than Azkaban?"

"…Yes."

"Where to, specifically?"

"To-cough-to Little Whigging."

Hermione was unimpressed with her answer. "Where in Little Whigging?"

Umbridge glared at Hermione. "Surrey."

The muggleborn witch smirked. "The same Surrey where Harry Potter lived at the time?"

"Yes" Her answer sounded like a snake hissing.

Hermione stopped in front of Umbridge and looked her dead in the eyes. "Is the person you sent the Dementor after in this room?"

"Yes."

"Where in this room?"

With a shaky hand and a fierce glare, she pointed at Harry. Harry smiled, gave a little wave back, and then a laugh when Umbridge's glare increased ten fold.

Murmurs broke out amongst the Wizengamot and, if possible, Umbridge's expression twisted itself even further. Harry thought that this was the most toad-like he had ever seen her.


The trial went on like that for awhile. Hermione's carefully worded questions tore Umbridge's claims of forced coercion and innocence to pieces.

And that was only the interrogation.

Hermione, brilliant and clever Hermione, had somehow found witnesses before Dolores Umbridge's trial. Coworkers that she had threatened. Potential marriage matches that shivered at her vulgar and violent ideas of what society should be. Former bosses who showed evidence that she had blackmailed them into better positions for herself.

Each and every witness said the same thing: Dolores Umbridge was self-serving, cruel, and a bigot of the highest form.

But what shocked Dolores and the courthouse the most was Hermione's last witness.

Dolores Umbridge's father.

Orford Umbridge was a small old man with dark and beady eyes, an overgrown mustache that desperately needed a trim, worn hands from years of manual labor, and an obvious hunch. His eyes shifted from his shocked daughter to the Minister of Magic.

"Mister Umbridge," Hermione began. "do you know why you have been summoned?"

The old man nodded. "My daughter has broken the law. I am here to tell the Wizengamot the truth of why she did it."

"Yes. Can you describe your relationship with your daughter, please?"

"We barely have a relationship, save for the money she deposits into my Gringotts account every month."

"Why does she give you money, Mister Umbridge?"

The old man glared at his severely pale daughter. "It's payment. She tells everyone that I am dead. In exchange, I get enough gold to live on my own."

The entire Wizengamot gasped. Harry felt his face drain of blood. She…she asked her own father to die in the eyes of wizarding society? If this statement affected Hermione, she did not visibly show it. "Why would she ask her own father to play dead?"

Orford stared at his daughter as he told his story. "She was ashamed of her own origins. Her mother is a muggle, which makes her a half blood."

Even more whispers and gasps surrounded the pale woman. Harry heard George snort. "Nice. A bigot and a hypocrite. No wonder the witch is so awful." Harry nodded. It was like Voldemort, only worse. Voldemort grew up believing in blood and power simply because he couldn't live without it. Umbridge was blinded by her own inadequacies and chose to be a terrible person because of it. In Harry's mind, that made her motives much worse than Voldemort's.

Orford continued. "I don't deny that Dolores and I drove her mother away. I was not meant to be with a muggle and only Dolores was a happy accident. But I could not raise Dolores properly without removing some of her shame. When she was born, I vowed that I would do anything to make sure her life was a fulfilled one. So I 'encouraged' her mother and my squib son to leave when Dolores became a Fifth year. I thought that Dolores would be happier without the shame of a muggle mother. But a year after graduating Hogwarts, Dolores came to me and made me an offer I couldn't refuse."

"What was that offer?"

"Dolores told me that she was having trouble advancing into her career at work. She told me they only took Purebloods of noble ancestry seriously. She told me that I was the one who was getting in the way of her future."

"Why was that?"

"I worked in the Department of Magical Maintenance. I was a low level worker, despite having worked there for over thirty years. Dolores told me that it was shameful; and by being a low level worker, I was shaming her as well. She told me that if I faked my death and hid from magical society for the rest of my life, she would support me with gold under a fake name and a second wand. At her request, I hid for thirty more years. Until today."

"And will you please tell the court why you decided to speak against your daughter today?"

Orford shifted in his seat. "Because after thirty years, I haven't spoken to a friendly face who knows my real name. I barely go outside, other than to collect my gold. And after selling my freedom not once has my daughter uttered even a word of thanks in my direction." The old man gave one last weary glance at Dolores. "I've grown tired of being the stepping stone to an ungrateful daughter, Miss Granger. That is why I have come forth today."

Hermione nodded and turned to the female Umbridge, who looked just about ready to attack her own father. "So, Miss Umbridge. You, who boasted about being a part of the Selwynn family, a family that is a part of the Sacred 28, lied about being related to the Selwynn family?"

"Yes." Dolores Umbridge forced out.

"And, despite your claims, your father was not an 'esteemed member of the Wizengamot' ?"

"Yes."

"You were ashamed of your own father, simply because he worked at a job you considered lesser?"

"Yes!" Dolores exploded. "Look at him! He's pathetic! He should be ashamed for tainting his own bloodline! I did him and the rest of wizarding society a favor when I forced him to retire! No ambitions, no dreams, nothing! He should be a proud wizard yet he consorted with a muggle! He should be so lucky to consider someone like me as his daughter! I am better than him in every single way! Me? Thank him? He's lucky I didn't end his miserable existence as a favor to him and the entire world!"

Orford shook his head, but did not, as Harry noticed, look very surprised at his daughter's outburst. Hermione nodded at Shacklebolt. "I believe I have no more questions, Minister. You can take it from here."

"Thank you Miss Granger." Minister Shacklebolt nodded to the Wizengamot, all of whom had expressions of horrification and anger. "The Wizengamot will move to another chamber to discuss this trial. We will reconvene here in an hour." The sound of the gavel was lost amongst the harsh whispers of the witnesses of this horrific trial.

Harry didn't take his eyes off Orford Umbridge. He was a pathetic man, and a bigot, but Harry couldn't help but pity him. He may have held awful views, but to be used and disposed of by his own daughter to that extent…Harry just couldn't help but feel sorry for the old man.

Especially when, as Orford was being escorted away, Harry heard Dolores screech, "I wish you were dead! Do you hear me? I wish you were dead!"


Wizengamot and Minister Shacklebolt were still gone when Hermione joined Harry and his friends, who all congratulated her for her part in bringing Umbridge to justice.

"You were brilliant Mione' " Ron kissed her cheek as when she sat beside him. "Absolutely brilliant! That bloody woman is going to spend the rest of her miserable life in Azkaban because of you!"

Luna nodded sagely. "The Wakspurts around her were fluttering like I've never seen them before."

Hermione blushed with grace and shrugged. "I did what I thought was right."

Harry had to shake his head at his best friend. "No. Ron's right, Hermione. You did what no one else was willing to do. You saw the people who worked for her: they were terrified of her. And without your idea of using Veritaserum last minute, who knows what lies she would have spun to get out of an Azkaban sentencing." Harry smiled at his best friend. "You're the hero today, Hermione. You should be proud of that."

Harry would always tell everyone who asked that he never would have survived without Hermione. Not because he was being a good friend, but because it was true. All of his accomplishments would be hers if she let them be. As it is, Hermione's modesty was the only reason he couldn't shout to the world that he was only the luckiest bastard in the world because of her.

So he really wanted his best friend to know he was proud of her. Somehow, Hermione understood that and whispered her thanks.

They waited a few more minutes before Shacklebolt and the Wizengamot (along with a miserable-looking Dolores Umbridge) returned to court.

"Has the Wizengamot made their decision?"

An older wizard with a stark white beard and the bushiest eyebrows Harry had ever seen nodded. "We have, Minister."

Shacklebolt took one last look at Umbridge. "Would the defendant like to say one last thing in her own defense?"

Umbridge nodded and turned to the Wizengamot. "I have been Senior Undersecretary for many, many years. During this time I have done my upmost to protect the sanctity of the Ministry. Any actions you may perceive as wrong were done with the utmost understanding that I was doing good for the good of the Ministry." The witch sighed sadly and turned to where Harry and his friends sat. Harry felt his skin crawl as she addressed them. "To my former students, who are here today to see me off," Harry couldn't believe she worded it like that. "I thank you for coming. I may not have bonded with my students as well as I had hoped, but I did hope that they would at least respect my position. After all, I only carried out my actions at Hogwarts due to the will of the Minister of Magic at the time. Cornelius Fudge was a good Minister," Harry heard multiple people grumble (most of them coming from his friends) "and I do respect him, but I was not supportive of his choice to interfere with the matters at Hogwarts." A tear ran down her cheek. "As many of my former students are gathered here today to watch my trial, I feel immensely regretful of how they view me. I only wish they could see that I had no choice in my actions during my time as a Hogwarts teacher."

Harry felt a very strong throbbing of his head that he knew had nothing to do with his connection to Voldemort and everything to do with the nonsense this woman was spouting. Ron leaned in. "Does she really think anyone will believe this nonsense? The woman's more batty than a Bat-Bogey Hex."

It was Hermione who answered sadly. "She really has no choice. There's not a jury in the world who sees her as an innocent bystander in all of this. Her reputation, her position within the Ministry; everything that was sacred to her is gone now. She has no chance other than convincing the Wizengamot that she was coerced by someone else."

Harry had heard enough. He stood up, startling everyone, but his glare was directed at a flustered Umbridge. "Do you really believe that everything you did to my friends and I was solely the will of Fudge?"

His voice echoed in the atrium. Minister Shacklebolt tried to intervene. "Potter, you need to calm-"

Harry lifted up his sleeve. The white of his scar standing out against his skin made the Wizengamot gasp in horror. Harry met Umbridge's glare with his own. "You sent Dementors after me because you were afraid for your own position! At Hogwarts, you looked down on us because we were children and that somehow made you more important than us! You bullied and threw your weight around Hogwarts and you enjoyed it! You marked me, Umbridge. I must not tell lies. The Black Quill was yours. The idea to use it was yours. Whatever you say otherwise is a lie." Harry smirked at her. "And didn't you say it best yourself? The reason this is happening to you is because deep deep down, you know you deserved to be punished."

It was too much for the witch. Having someone like Harry Potter throw her own words back at Umbridge broke her last ounce of composure.

"You filthy half blood!" The witch screeched from her chair. If not for the Aurors physically restraining her, she might have leaped across the room to tear out Harry's throat with her own teeth. As it was, Harry could only look at the woman who once gleefully tortured him with disdain. "I have worked too hard for too many years to endure this kind of nonsense from a child! You are just a boy who wouldn't have saved anyone were it not for Dumbledore and a bit of luck! The only reason you are even alive is because Lord Voldemort was too weak to not have killed you in the first place!" Angry shouts from the viewing gallery did not dissuade Umbridge of her rant. "I wish I had punished you more when I was at your silly little school! Your heroics are nothing but the lucky actions of a child and I will not tolerate any impudence from someone like you! I am Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic and I will have order, Potter!"

"ENOUGH!" The room went quiet. Shacklebolt gave Harry a sour look. "One more word from you, Mister Potter, and I will have you escorted from this room. Is that clear?"

Harry didn't take his eyes off of a still fanatical Dolores Umbridge. "Yes. My apologies, Minister."

Shacklebolt nodded to the Aurors restraining Umbridge. "Silence her." The did just that and the court was relieved of the horrid woman's shrieks. "Those in favor of Dolores Umbridge's claims of innocence, and cleared of all charges?" Not one hand was raised. "Those in favor of conviction?" Every hand in the room was raised, except for that of Dolores Umbridge. "Then the matter is settled. Dolores Umbridge, for the crimes you have committed, we sentence you to a lifetime imprisonment in Azkaban. May you think about the severity of your crimes for the rest of your days."

The silencing charms prevented Umbridge from verbally protesting, but everyone could see that the witch in question was not happy. As the Aurors dragged her from the room, Umbridge continued to glare fiercely at Harry until the doors closed.

The trial ended. Umbridge would no longer be a part of their lives.

So why didn't Harry feel better?

Pushing past his friends and ignoring the cries of his name, the Chosen One marched out of the Ministry.


What with the students and teachers being home for the summer Harry knew Hogwarts would be the perfect place for peace and quiet.

Ron and Hermione somehow found him anyways.

"Come to lecture me?"

Ron and Hermione glanced at each other before going to sit by his sides. Hermione slid her arm through Harry's and leaned her head on his shoulder while Ron simply patted his back. "You don't need to justify anything, mate." Ron said. "We all know how much you hated Umbridge. Whatever sentence she would have gotten wouldn't have been good enough. Now, she'll never be able to touch us again."

Harry sighed. "Then why do I still feel angry?"

"Because of how much she tortured us." Hermione copied Ron's soft tone. "Harry, you're valiant and noble, and you hate to see people get hurt. Voldemort hurt a lot of people around us, but she hurt us at Hogwarts; our safe haven. She infected our home with her evil."

"She's gone Harry. In ten or twenty years, she'll only be a bad memory." Ron's smile was reassuring to Harry. "In fact, I think that's a worse punishment than Azkaban to her."

"Huh?"

"Ron's right! Think about it; what did she desire the most?"

"Cats?"

"For everything to be pink?"

"To be a part of the Sacred Twenty-eight?"

"To marry into a noble house?"

"To be worth something?"

Hermione rolled her eyes at her friends. "To be in power, you fools. Umbridge wanted power, so she lied and schemed to get it. Umbridge believed that there was power in a position, so she climbed up the ladder to work in a better position. All of the men she wanted to marry were of noble blood. She even sided with a tyrant just to make sure she kept her Ministry position! She wanted to be known as powerful. But thanks to Harry, all she'll ever be known as is just another bigot locked in Azkaban." Hermione gently squeezed Harry's arm. "There's no power where she is now. And I think that's the perfect place for someone like her. Umbridge will spend the rest of her days powerless and pathetic; exactly where she should be."

Somehow, that didn't make Harry feel better. "I guess I just feel like this will happen all over again."

"What do you mean?"

Harry sighed harshly. "At the Ministry of Defense I've got a huge stack of folders at my desk and they're all full of people who were Death Eater sympathizers and Noble families who still think it's the dark ages. Even as a trainee, Ron and I have to memorize all these names and faces who all intend to try to send the world into darkness again. So many people who are just like Umbridge: filled with horrible thoughts and ideas. How many more times will we have to do this? How many times will we have to fight to save the world again?"

Ron spoke this time. "There will always be people like Umbridge, Harry. Just as there will always be people like us to fight people like her. That's why we did what we did: fight the villain, save the world. So there would be more light in the world than darkness." Harry felt his best friend grip his shoulder. "We did good today, mate. Let today be a victory instead of a step into another battle. We'll think about that tomorrow."

Harry couldn't put into words how much he loved his friends, so he didn't. He simply gripped their hands.

The Golden Trio watched the sunset in quiet peace.


I know Umbridge went to Azkaban for the indirect murder of half bloods and muggleborns, but I needed more drama.

Review please!