A/N: I know...this took forever...especialy considering I already wrote it but my computer crashed and I couldnt do anything for sooooooo long (obviously) but here it is, hopefully I can recover the ending and get it up too, if not Ill have to cringes rewrite it, anyway enjoy.

Disclaimer: not mine...but i would love to own Draco Malfoy...so very pretty. :-)

Harry brought the needle an inch above the back of Umbridges hand and squirted some out. The liquid turned electric blue as it hit the flesh, dripping onto the table and eating small holes through it. At first nothing happened, then Umbridge let out an agonizing scream as her hand began to melt away under all the blue areas. Harry's eyes grew in shock as the skin on Umbridges hand sunk below the rest, almost bubbling as it did so. They all watched as Umbridge screamed and writhed in pain until Hermione waved her wand and the liquid evaporated.

The back of Umbridges hand was completely distorted, her rings, gone. She was crying now, and breathing hard, "You'll pay for this," she managed to sputter out between breaths. "Now now, none of that. You obviously haven't learned your lesson." Said Harry. He then looked over to Hermione and paused, making sure to say the right name, "Parkinson, make sure she gets the message."

Hermione smirked then nodded, "of course" She moved back over to the table and picked up one of the knives. She held it over Umbridges face then slid it slowly over her right cheek, letting the blood drip. Umbridge cried out again, and continued whimpering as Hermione drew a red line down the other cheek.

As Hermione did this, Harry walked over to the shelves on the wall and picked up a needle of bright red liquid. He held it up and examined it for a moment, then looked at Ron who shrugged.

Harry moved to the opposite side of the table and watched Hermione dice lines on Umbridges arms, "What d'you think this one'll do?" he asked. She finished a particularly deep gash and looked up, "I don't know, try it." She said smiling.

Harry shrugged and squirted red liquid onto Umbridges other hand. It spread thickly over like the blue one had done, and did nothing like the other had done as well. Suddenly green flames burst from Umbridges hand and she screamed as her skin was melted once again.

Hermione removed the flames after a few moments with a flick of her wand. Umbridges left hand now much resembled the right, mutilated and ugly ring free. Umbridge was whimpering again, and now muttering useless curses at them under her rasped breath. The two stood, watching her slightly smoking hands, savoring the sound of her cries, not noticing that Ron had seized a needle of clear watery liquid off the shelf. "My turn," he said quietly, and moved over by Hermione who stepped aside.

Ron leaned over and shoved the needle roughly through the bend in Umbridges arm and injected all the liquid into her veins. Her whole body went rigid and she started going through what looked like seizures. Her eyes rolled back and she started yelling meaningless words, "Lemon dropCentaurDragon hideRingwaldcruccrucnoooooosquidOctober seventeenth!" She screamed pointlessly. Hermione looked at Ron, "what was that stuff?" she yelled, almost laughing as Umbridge continued. "Purple wand stickkillpleasenooooo!"

"I don't know!" Ron yelled back as he and Harry burst into hysterics. "Daly lamaAhkmed goatsbeamerapple pie!" Umbridge continued. At this Hermione joined in, and the three of them doubled over. Then she stopped and the room was nearly silent. Harry scrambled up off the floor to see what had happened. Umbridges eyes were wide open and she had started breathing again. Harry let out a deep breath of relief that she hadn't died and looked up at Hermione. He gasped in horror when he saw just that, Hermione.

The Polyjuice potion had worn off. Ron apparently noticed this too and jumped to cover her. "RCrabbe! What the bloody Hell is wrong with you?" she yelled angrily as he pushed her to the floor. Ron stared at her, "ersorry. Heyum, how long have we been at this?" he asked, panic stricken.

Hermione glared at him, "well, if you would" she stopped mid-sentence and gasped as she now heard her own voice instead of Pansy's. "Oh no. Ron, my potion, it's outside, and yours and Harry's will be wearing out soon too, oh and I'm sure Fudge saw me!" She said in a frightened whisper.

Harry ran around the table and dropped to his knees beside Ron and Hermione, "Hermione, what do we do now?" he asked, "is there more potion?"

Ron stared from Hermione to Harry, "it's out in the hall, she left it out there, and someones bound to have found it by now." Said Ron frantically. Harry got up and ran to the door. The second his hand hit the knob, Fudge began yelling, "help!Help! I'm the minister of Magic! I'm" But what else he was was unknown. "Silencio!" yelled Ron, Harry seized the chance and wrenched the door open.

The hall seemed empty at first but around a corner her found Hermiones bag and smashed bottle. He cleared the mess away with a swish of his wand and grabbed Hemriones bag. He then ran back to the door, throwing the bag at Ron who tore it open and searched. He soon found three small flasks labeled 'Crabbe', 'Malfoy', and 'Parkinson'. He quickly downed his, then handed Harry and Hemrione their's.

As Hermione drank hers, she grabbed Ron's arm and dug her nails into his skin, trying not to scream. A few moments later Pansy Parkinson was lying under Ron who yelped and jumped off. Hermione laughed at this, "I'm not that ugly, Crabbe!" Ron grunted and got up, "where were we?" he asked as he helped Hermione up. She grinned, "We were aboutto see how frogs like to have their toenails removed."

Ron and Harry both made faces at the thought. "Parkinson, that's disgusting. Can't we just dump salt and lemon juice in open cuts? Or use more needles?" asked Ron

Hermione sighed in annoyance, "Fine, I don't need more blood all over anyway." She said, moving back to the shelf of needles and examining them. Meanwhile Harry noticed a bottle of table salt and a plate of chopped lemons on the tin tray. He laughed, "RCrabbe, look." He said, pointing at the tray Ron turned and started laughing, "I was only joking about that. But since it's here, we may as well." He said, wlaking over to the tray. Harry moved to the other side of the table again, "Umbridge, how would you like a scar like Potter's?" he said as Malfoy like as possible.

Umbridge jerked around in her binds, "frugal bars!" She yelled stupidly. Harry reached out and and back-handed her across the face, "speak normal woman!" he said angrily.

At that moment the silencing spell on Fudge wore off, "You leave her be! When I get out of here, you three will be thrown into Azkaban, for life! I guarantee it!" He said. Harry glared and walked over to him, putting his face and inch away from Fudge's, "For one thing Minister, you won't have the ability to talk about what you've seen when you get out of here. Two, go ahead, throw us into Azkaban, the Dementors aren't with you anymore, so it'll be easy as hell to get out. Three, I wasn't planning on hurting you, but if you don't shut up, I will." Harry said icily, turning and walking away. Fudge said nothing.

Harry strode back to the tray, grabbed a surgical knife and went to the table, "now, how about that scar?" Umbridge squirmed again, but yelled no more. Harry smirked and dipped his knife, slashing a small, deeply cut lightning bolt scar on her head. "Crabbe, take up on your joke," said Harry. Ron grinned and grabbed a lemon of the tray, "I've always wondered if this worked." He held the fruit above the bleeding cut and squashed it. The juice squirted all over Umbridge's forehead and she whimpered again, her voice cracking slightly. Fresh tears flowed down her blood stained cheeks and she begun yelling nonsence again, "silver cowsmoooomooooowhizbangswealethorpice frogcrucru" she ended with another loud cry as Harry backhanded her again, "I told you to talk like a normal human being!" He said angrily.

Hermione appeared behind Ron now, holding up a neon purple fluid needle this time, "lets see what this one does, shall we?" she asked in a mock smart tone. She eyed both Umbridges melted hands and cut up face. Finding no more damage to cause there, she moved to Umbridges feet and removed her shoes. "I won't remove the nails, but perhaps this will do something." She said, holding up the needle like a doctor.

Hermione squirted the purple liquid onto each of Umbridges toe nails. Several seconds later the nails turned to what looked like ice and cracked in svereal places.

Umbridge muffeled another cry of pain and shifted in her shakles. Hermione grinned nastily as a slight amount of steam rose from the cracks, "cold is it? Lets see if they come off now." She walked over to the shelves and grabbed a small brush, like one an archaeologist would use, and started brushing nail fragments from Umbridges frost-bitten toes.

Harry stood and watched for a moment, thinking over what he would be doing next. "Hey Parkinson, I wan't to really make her pay, especially for what she did to Hagrid, and McGonagall. I have something special for that, if you don't mind." Harry said.

Hermione raised her body from dusting off nail fragments and side glanced Ron. They both shrugged and Hermione looked back to Harry, "be my guest." She said, bowing one last time on the toes and taking a step back. Harry smirked and pulled out his wand, pointing it at the pitiful crying lump that was Umbridge. "You are a foul, tainted, repulsive and revolting disgrace to human beings you frog. You deserve to rot in the deepest circle of Hell, and you will. You will never smile that rank and evil grin again. You'll never make another interruption cough, because you wont be able to. Your nasty pink cardigan should be ceremoniously burned, and those disgusting colorful cat plates ought to be shattered like your bones. And I will see to it that that occurs. A holiday should be named in honor of your death, since it will obviously mark as great a day as when Voldemort fell, and mark my words, the three of us will celebrate it. Dolores Umbridge, your sanity, is mine. CRUCIO!" Harry yelled.

Umbridges body flew into a tantrum, arms ripping at the leather binds as she screamed for mercy. For several moments this went on until another voice was screaming, "Expelliarmus!"

Harry's wand went flying from his hands and Umbridges body went limp on the table. Harry stared wildly around. Hermione was still at Umbridges feet staring over her at Harry, Ron, was no where to be seen. "What the Hell?" asked Harry, half stunned, half enraged.

"HARRY!" screamed Hermione as she threw herself to the ground. Harry turned in time to see Fudge standing in front of the electric chair, grinning maniacly, "Avada Kedavra!" He yelled. Bright light ubrupted in the room and there was another shattering scream. From the opposite side of the table, Hermione watched as Harry's body feel to the floor.

Hermione stared in shock at Harry's body. Then, he opened his eyes and looked around. Hermione starred in shock and relief as Harry scrambled to her side of the table. Soon a voice broke out, it was Fudge, "Dolores, Merlins beard, what have I done?"

Harry stood up to find Fudge leaning over Umbridges face, she was dead, Fudges spell had hit her instead of Harry. Somewhere to his left Harry heard Hermione speaking, then she too stood up, "oh my goodness." She breathed, cupping her hand over her mouth. Then Ron appeared, right behind Fudge, he was clutching his wand, pointing it at Fudges back, "Expeliarmus!" he yelled, and Harry's wand flew from Fudges hand.

Fudge swung around and stared at Ron, "Look at what you three have done! You'll pay You'll pay!" He yelled, throwing himself at Ron who, in Crabbes body, easily blocked him. Ron held Fudge in place for a moment until Hermione retrieved her own wand from her bag, "Petrificus Totalus." She said in an exasperated voice. Fudge went straight as a board and Ron let him drop to the floor. Hermione moved over to Fudge and muttered under her breath, ropes spun out from her wand tip and wrapped themselves around Fudges body.

Ron tossed Harry's wand back to him and grinned slightly, "There ya go, Malfoy"

The three stood there and stared at the dead body in front of them in silence. No one spoke for several minutes, not sure of what to say. But the silence was soon broken as the three of them gasped in shock. A neon green form was emerging from Umbridges body.

Fully out, they realized it to be a transparent Umbridge, "You've killed me." She said rather flatly, almost as though it was nothing. Then anger filtered across her face, "You three have killed me! And Cornelius too! Oh, it will be off to Azkaban with you!" she shrieked and went gliding through the door.

A/N 2: so, good? tell me what U think...please?