Harry Potter and the Wrath of the Horcruxes

Chapter 4: The Owner of the House

"Neville never entered our world," replied Cedric. "He must still be alive."
"But how!" Harry wondered aloud. He still held the mysterious fruit, but it was nearly forgotten in his wonder. "I mean, his skull was cracked and everything!"
"Harry," said Dumbledore in a calming voice, "we need not repeat ourselves on how short we are on time. We know about the Horcrux you discovered, and that its respective Voldemort was released from it. If this Voldemort joins forces with the original being, there will be no need for the Death Eaters and their master to work in secret any longer. They will be powerful enough to come out into the open and declare their existence, and indeed far too powerful to eradicate, which we could do comparitively easily if they remain apart. If we do not act quickly, the two Voldemorts could find each other and wipe out the Muggle and half-blood world as we know it. Eat the fruit."
"Right!" And with that, Harry bit into the most indescribably succulent (and yet somehow familiar) food he had ever tasted. As the juice found its way down Harry's throat, and he closed his eyes in sheer savor, he could feel himself coming back to a world he knew he never really wanted to return to.

Upon opening his eyes, he saw that he was back in the unknown wizard's basement. It was just as dusty as ever, but to Harry's surprise, he was fully alone. The people he had just been with were nowhere in sight - at first he wondered if their plan hadn't worked for them, but only for him, and then he realized that naturally, they would return to their individual bodies scattered around the world - but even Voldemort and Neville were missing. Suddenly, the dim window to the side came open and in came Hermione and Ron, looking thoroughly frantic.
"Goodness, where have you two been during all of this?" Harry said with eyebrows furrowed and a blameful expression in his tone. "You wouldn't believe what's been going on!"
"And neither would you, Harry!" Hermione gasped. "We have to get out of here, quick!"
"Why, is Voldemort on the loose?" Harry asked.
"Why would he be?" Ron asked as he coughed away some dust. "I mean..."
"I'm only going to ask you one more time!" Harry said with his voice slightly raised. "What have you two been doing during all this?" And then comprehension dawned on him. "Oh, never mind, I don't want to know..."
"Harry, a paralysis spell was put on us! We only barely recovered!" cried Hermione. "But we wanted to warn you, really! Harry... this isn't a Muggle home!"
"I already know that!" Harry said defiantly.
"Perhaps, mate," said Ron, "but do you know who it belongs to!"
"Well met indeed, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley," came a voice behind them that Harry knew all too well and hated beyond anything... that horrible, girlish, cutesy voice... sure enough, when the three wheeled around, they faced in the dim light - Dolores Umbridge. "I never would have guessed you two of all my former students to be so quick in recovering from my paralysis spell."