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"Dissipate," said Hermione as they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. The picture swung forward and they crawled through. "Wait here," she told them, running up the staircase to the girls dormitories.

The boys sat down in front of the fire to wait. Five minuets later Hermione was running down the stairs, a blue ball of fur in her arms. She pulled another chair over and placed it in front of them, "Hunter, this is Harry, and Ron, I told you about them, remember?" The animal lifted its head and looked from the boys, up to her. They stared at each other for a moment then Hermione smiled, "Hunter says hi." She said. The boys side glanced each other then said hi to the creature in front of them.

Hermione smiled at them again, "I've already told Hunter about my plan, and he's agreed to stay with us, in case something happens. He also wants to ask a favor of you two. He wants, well, both of us actually, want to know if just by touching him, a person can communicate with him. Will you try?" She asked hopefully.

Harry and Ron side glanced one another again, then agreed to try it out, "So, you just want us to pet it basically?" asked Ron. "Him, Ron, not it, and yes just pet him, and see what happens." She told them.

Harry shrugged his shoulders and leaned forward, reaching a hand out and stroking the fur of the strange creature. Suddenly Harry's whole body felt frozen, he saw a room full of people, all dressed in black and crying. Several were in front of what appeared to be a casket. In a second he seemed to have jumped from the back of the room to the casket up front. He looked to his sides and found himself in between a much older Ron and Hermione. The older Hermione reached out her hand and laid a white rose on the casket, covering the dates of the date they were born, and the date they died, for whoever it was. The rose did not however cover the name, Harry leaned forward to see, all the while his body getting colder and colder, losing the feeling in his limbs, like he was buried in the snow. Then he saw it, 'Harry Potter' was the name engraved on the silver plaque on the casket. He jumped back in horror, nearly falling to the ground.

Then, just as suddenly as it had happened, he was back in the Gryffindor common room. His body was warm again, and he was still sitting in the same armchair. "Harry, what happened? Why did you take your hand away so fast?" He heard Hermione's voice asking. He looked at her for a moment, then the creature in her lap, "I was dead. I was at my own funeral. And both of you were there, but you were older." Said Harry, not taking his eyes off the sparkling silver ones in front of him.

"Hunter said he saw it too. He says I put a white rose over the date you died," said Hermione. Harry's eyes widened as he looked back to Hermione, "Yeah, you did." He answered.

They sat in silence for a few moments until Hermione broke it, "What did it feel like?" she asked. Harry looked at her again, "It was cold, really cold, I was losing the feeling in my legs at one point, but then I was back here again, like nothing had happened." He told her, eyeing the Remasuray again. "Ron, you try it, I want to see if the same thing happens to you." Said Hermione, shifting to face him. Ron thought for a moment then asked, "You're sure it didn't hurt Harry?" he asked, looking at Hunter now with apprehension. "No, it was just really cold." Harry answered.

With that Ron leaned forward and placed a hand on Hunter's back. A few seconds later he tore his hand away and stared into the silver eyes, "I was dead, Harry wasn't there, but Hermione, you were, and you were old, and you put a white rose over the date I died too. And I saw Ginny too, bloody Hell was it cold, like I was buried in the snow or something." He said, finaly taking his eyes away from the silver and looking at Hermione.

"How odd, anyone touches him but me, and they see their own funerals." Said Hermione, gazing fixedly at the back of Hunters head. She opened her mouth to speak again but was cut off by a loud scratching noise on the window. They all turned their heads to see a large barn owl perched outside. Hermione scooped Hunter into her arms, ran to the window, opened it, and let the bird fly by her. It landed lightly on the arm of her abandoned chair, holding out its leg for her. Hermione set Hunter down on the chair and took the letter from the owl, who promptly took off again.

Ron got up and closed the window as Hermione frantically opened the letter, "Its from Fudge!" She said happily, reading the letter, "And he's agreed to meet me! Tomorrow night at nine, he says to meet him in the entrance hall, here, look," she said, handing them the letter:

To: The Concerned Student

I am extremely pleased to hear that you are not taking the wrong side in our current situation. I understand the Hogwarts High Inquisitor is under much stress and may not be able to speak with you. Therefore, I agree to meet you personally, perhaps nine o'clock tomorrow night in the entrance hall of your school. If this time causes a problem, please tell me so we may set up another time. Otherwise I will see you tomorrow.

Sincerely:

Cornelius Fudge,

Minister Of Magic

The boys finished the letter and handed it back to Hermione. "Now I just have to clear that letter so no one can find it, then we go into action tomorrow." Said Hermione, folding the letter and placing it in her robes. She smiled at them and patted the pocket, "Well, goodnight boys, see you in the morning." With that, she turned and walked up the stairs to the girl dormitories Hunter tucked in her arms.

"I think she's gone mad." Said Ron, once Hermione was out of ear shot, "I really think she's gone completely mad." Harry nodded at this, "yeah, but I have to admit, revenge against Umbridge does sound good. And if she gets out and tells someone, it's Malfoy's fault, not ours. Anyway, I'm tired, I'll see you in the morning." Said Harry, getting up and going towards the boys dormitories. Ron stayed in front of the fire well into the night.

The next day went by horribly fast, too fast for Ron and Harry. Soon it was dinner and they were all discussing what was about to come, "So your detention starts at six. I meet with Fudge at nine. Ron, you get by the Frogs office at about five minutes to nine. Harry, you knock her out at nine, then you can both bring her to the room about, I think it should take fifteen minutes to get her up there, so I'll expect you around nine fifteen. Oh Harry," said Hermione, looking at her watch, "its nearly six o'clock, you better not be late to Umbridge.

Harry looked at his own watch, it still didn't work, "alright, see you later then." He said and left the great hall.

Harry knocked on Umbridges door and was met with a sickeningly sweet, "come in please." Harry walked in and shut the door, then turned to look at his prison guard. "Good evening Professor Umbridge," he said, moving towards his usual seat. "Good evening Mr. Potter. You know how it goes, please proceed." And with her usual sick wide mouthed grin, Umbridge turned back to her writing.

For three hours Harry engraved his usual, 'I must not tell lies' into the back of his hand. He heard Umbridge shift in her chair, "Nine o' clock already, my how time flies. Well Mr. Potter, let's see how you're doing shall we?" She said sweetly. Umbridge got up and made her way towards Harry, who was now gripping his wand concealed under his robes. "Let me see your hand," she said, holding out her own.

Harry was about to give her his hand, but instead stood up in one swift movement, tearing out his wand, "Petrificus totalus!" He yelled. Suddenly Umbridge's body went straight as a board. Her legs snapped together and her arms slammed to her sides, then she fell to the ground.

For a minute Harry starred awe struck from his hand to Umbridge. He was brought back to his senses by a soft knock on the door. He quickly went to open it and found no one there, "Harry, it's me." Said Ron's voice. Harry said nothing back to him, but moved aside so he could enter then shut it again.

Ron took off the cloak, "Filch is in his office, Mrs. Norris is in the dungeons, and Hermione and Fudge are nearly at the Room of Requirement, let's hurry." He said rather quickly. They both moved to Umbridge, "right, so a levitating charm then?" Asked Harry. Ron nodded.

After Umbridge was about an inch off the ground, Ron and Harry threw the cloak over themselves and her, and made their way towards Hermione.

Hermione and Fudge meeting...

Hermione was standing in the Great Hall, staring nervously from her watch to the great oak doors. "Nine o' clock Fudge, come on." She muttered to herself.

Two minutes later the doors opened and in walked Cornelius Fudge in deep emrald robes. Hermione walked over to him, holding out her hand, "Good evening Minister, I'm Hermione Granger. Thank you so much for coming to see me." She said politely, shaking his hand.

"My pleasure Miss. Granger," said Fudge. Hermione smiled, "I have the perfect place for us to talk, Minister, if you'll just follow me," She said, leading the way upstairs.

Hermione took him all the way up to the hall just before the Room of Requirement. "Just around this corner, Minister, but just a moment, let me make sure it's clear." She said, signaling him to wait. He nodded and she rounded the corner, pulling out her Polyjuice potion. She uncorked the bottle, paced in front of the wall three times, thinking of the room she needed, then, once the door appeared, drank the potion.

Seconds later she dropped the bottle and screamed, "No, getaway from me!" Then she regained herself, now standing up as Pansy Parkinson. No sooner had she straightened up, Fudge came around the corner. Hermione gave him a malignant grin, "hello, Minister." She said, pointing her wand at him, "Expeliarmus!" She yelled, raising a hand to catch his airborne wand, "get in," She said forcefully, opening the door and waving him in.

He hesitated slightly then moved past her, she pushed her wand tip to his back and closed the door. "W...what are you going to do to me? And what did you do to that Granger girl?" he asked shakily.

Hermione didn't answer. She continued to push him farther back until she reached the electric chair, "sit," was all she said. He obeyed and sat down, placing his arms on the arm rests. She waved her wand and the cuffs on the arms and legs of the chair wrapped themselves around Fudges wrists and ankles.

"Granger, will be just fine. As for you, well, I'm not going to hurt you. I am however, going to teach a lesson to a certain Hogwarts High Inquisitor, and, I've given you a front row seat." She said nastily, waving her wand again to make the room light up. "Just a matter of time before she gets here." She said with her evil grin, "five minuets actually." She added looking at her watch. Hermione conjured a chair for herself, then proceeded to use her wand to make the axe on the ceiling slowly swing back and forth, flashing ominously in the torch light.

Fifteen minutes later the door opened then closed again on its own accord. "You're late." Said Hermione, standing up. "Only by five minutes, and this blokes heavy considering she's so small." Said the voice of Vincent Crabbe. "Yeah, she's short but she must weigh like, three hundred pounds." Said a soon visible Draco Malfoy.

Hermione rolled her eyes at them, "whatever, put her on the table ok." She said, pointing her wand at the stretch table. Harry floated Umbridges body over the table and dropped her roughly and unceremoniously on top of it.

The jolt apparently woke her up because a few moments after her head hit the table she blinked her eyes and twitched her fingers slightly. She opened her eyes fully and looked over at Harry, "Mr. Malfoy," she turned and looked to Hermione, "Miss. Parkinson, and Mr. Crabbe, what are you all doing here?" Where is here?" She asked, sitting up. Her eyes bulged as she looked around the room and she gasped when she saw Fudge. "Cornelius? W...what is the meaning of this?" She asked, losing her usual sweet tone. "Potter. Where's Potter? You three caught him before he could harm me, didn't you..." She was about to say something else when Hermione begun to laugh, "Potter? He hasn't been near you, you old bat. Crabbe and Draco attacked you, not innocent Potter." Said Hermione, sounding as though she truly did hate Harry. "But enough chit chat, Umbridge, I'm dying to get on with this. I crave to hear you scream, as I'm sure my dear accomplices are. OH, and Fudge is here to witness by the way. Much thanks to that Mudblood Granger, bless her unknowing soul. Well then, on with the show." She said. Hermione waved her wand and Umbridges body slammed back against the table, the leather straps binding her wrists and ankles.

Hermione swooped over to the table and put her own nose to Umbridge's, "I'm going to enjoy this," she said nastily. "Oh, H...Draco," she said, swinging back up and grabbing a needle, "would you like the honors?" she asked with a sinister grin. Harry smirked, "It would be my pleasure." He answered striding over to her and taking the needle.

He stood over Umbridge, holding the same dark grin. Her eyes were bulging with terror and anger at once, her whole body shaking and twisting to free herself. Harry looked over at Fudge who's face was scrunched up and covered in sweat. Harry raised an eyebrow at him, "what's the matter Minister? Afraid to watch your pet frog suffer? You know," he said, turning back to Umbridge, "I don't know what this stuff here is," he said, raising the needle clutched in his hand, "but I've seen what it can do to metal." He lowered the needle and squirted some onto the tin and watched it melt away again. Harry smiled, "Let's see if it has the same effect on human skin, shall we?"

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