Chapter 7: Dumbledore's fumble

Harry picked up Katie's limp body and draped it across his broom, before flying her to the castle. He gently placed her onto a bed in the hospital wing without speaking, before marching off to Dumbledore's office. Every atom of his existence was once again filled with rage, but no longer simply red hot rage, white-hot rage. He walked straight through the gargoyle, which had repaired itself, and as he did so, it exploded and turned to dust.

Once in the room, he walked to Dumbledore's desk and picked up a sheaf of parchment, which immediately turned to ash. He picked up a golden ornament and threw it at Dumbledore, who made to catch it to prevent himself from being injured, but he fumbled it. Harry turned his gaze to Dumbledore, and it was no longer Harry's gaze. His eyes were completely yellow, and he had a slightly unhinged look about him as he spoke.

"You will never speak to us again. You will resign all your official posts excepting this one. You will disband the Order of the Phoenix. If you do not comply, you can fear my wrath Dumbledore. And I was right about your slimy lap-dog."

"Harry," Dumbledore began in reply, "you know I will do none of those things..." But Harry interrupted

"So you do not comply? Then so be it." He pointed his wand at the old man before saying, cruelly, "Incarcerous Maximus!"

Dumbledore found himself in a jail cell with an open door. There were seemingly no guards no other prisoners. He got up and walked to the open door, but upon attempting to get past the threshold he was blown backwards, every piece of him in agony. He knew that Harry had done this, and he knew his stem was probably in fallible. So he sat with his knees held up against his chest, and wept.

Harry stormed out of the office with pure magic dripping from his wand and fingers. All around him was a red and gold swirl as he walked through the walls to reach the Presidential residence. Upon "entering", he lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He may have been there for hours, before someone walked in and saw him.

"Harry, what did you do?" said Ron's voice, uneasily.

"I took care of a troublesome anarchist who managed to get my Senior Under Secretary and partner, killed," Harry replied, almost lazily.

"What? Who Harry? Who?"

"A man called Albus Dumbledore. Perhaps you've heard of him," Harry said, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Harry heard the door slam and knew that Ron, like Harry, was unable to believe the extent of their old headmaster's lapse in judgement, and the terrible consequences he had, as such, caused. Harry turned onto his front, and slept that way for the rest of the day, and all of the night.

Harry walked out of the hospital wing, having just broken the news to everyone there. He had said that he would be appointing a new head shortly, it was to be someone new and someone loyal. The teachers hadn't liked the sound of it, but they agreed regardless. No one wanted to cross Harry.

He walked, alone and broken, to the door to meet Dumbledore's replacement. He stood for at least half an hour, before someone rode straight through the door on a broom, before doing a roll on the floor to aim his wand at Harry. Harry smiled weakly.

The man's name was Mike Armstrong. He had spent the last 8 years, those since his Hogwarts graduation, travelling the world, studying the dark arts. He had died in that time, several times, but had found a way of bringing himself back to life. He returned one day, walking straight into the ministry, pale as death. He was muscly, and had a strange, almost frightening power behind his eyes. He had been a dark wizard when he had left, and had only turned to the light months before his return. He had enlisted in the Department of Mysteries, but Harry now had a better use for him.

"Mike, good to see you. I hope you aren't too put out by your sudden change in post," Harry said in greeting.
"Not really Harry. I revel in the chance to pass on power," he spoke with an almost regal air, doubtless something he had acquired during his time on the dark side.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Harry walked the new headmaster up to his office. He would be introducing him to everyone at dinner, and besides, Mike had to move his things in.

Sighing, he went into the hospital wing to see Ginny. It was going to be a long few weeks. He had a good long chat with her and the others, before informing everyone that he had already appointed Dumbledore's replacement. There was rampant muttering.

Dumbledore retched. The food he had been fed by the "guards" was disgusting, and varied in thickness. He tried to find a place where the force field was broken by performing a magical signature scan. Not one square millimetre was unaffected. The guards looked in and realised what he had done, so fired off a string of curses at him. He crumpled to the floor, twitching, and oozing slime from horrible bulges all over his body.

A/N: Sorry I slowed so much guys, I ran into some personal troubles. They aren't completely sorted, but they're better, so I'll be more regular soon. Please review, I love reading them!