Last time, Harry, along with Ron and Hermione had found the book mentioned by The Stranger. With Will's help, Harry discovered the spell needed to defeat Voldemort once and for all. Before Harry could try the spell out, The Ramblers returned form their latest mission, with the Necronomicon safely recovered, plus Umbridge the bitch as a prisoner. And now, on with the show!

Chapter 43: The Necronomicon

D.P. and Skeater were holding a large burlap sack. Something was struggling inside it. "What's in there?" asked Harry. "That's the surprise," said Jill. "Guess who we caught trying to defect to the Death Eaters. Go on, guess." Harry tried to guess who would be that stupid as to try to join the enemy. "I don't know," said Harry truthfully, "Who?" "Show him," said Jill with much glee.

D.P. and Skeater undid the string holding the sack close. They upended the sack, and out tumbled Dolores Umbridge, who was bound and gagged, a look of absolute terror on her face, which was replaced with rage at the sight Of Harry. "You're right, Jill," said Harry, "This is a surprise."

"How?" asked Hermione, "When? Why?" "I'll answer the 'why' first." Said Max. "Just before we made our move to capture the book, I saw this toad here," he pointed at Umbridge, "Shaking hands with a certain Death Eater, one with a metal hand." "Wormtail was there?" asked Harry. "He was in charge of transporting the Necronomicon." Answered Virgil. "We tried to grab him, but he got away again."

"He's more like an eel than a worm." Said Steve. "Actually, he's a rat." Said Ron. There was a loud murmuring from Umbridge. "What?" asked Max, "You want to say something?" He took off the gag. "This is all your fault Potter!" snapped Umbridge. "What did I do?" asked Harry, "Other than getting you sacked from Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic?" "It's not what you did to me," spat Umbridge, "It's what you did to all wizards and witches. You've led us down the path to destruction by involving these Mutants!"

"Watch it!" exclaimed Fay, who then brandished one of her many knifes, "Or else." "What did we do that's got you so pissed off?" asked Jill. "Your very presence has exposed our world!" exclaimed Umbridge, "You've doomed us." "Listen lady," said Steve, "Our job is to protect the world from paranormal threats, all of it. That includes witches and wizards. Hell, I didn't even know you people were real until this mission got started."

"Perhaps it is best that you Mutants just go away." Said Umbridge before Fay pressed the edge of her knife on one of Umbridge's fingers. "Say that word one more time, and you lose a finger. It doesn't matter which one, but you'll lose it."

"Well?" said Jill to Harry. "Well what?" asked Harry. "What should we do with her?" asked Jill. "I don't care," said Harry, "She's your prisoner." "But she's your enemy." Said Virgil. "Voldemort is my enemy," said Harry, "Umbridge is just a pain in the neck, or should I say, my hand." He raided his right hand, showing the cuts which Umbridge forced Harry to make.

"Do with her what you will," said Harry, "I wash my hands of her." Max then bent down to look Umbridge in the eye. "A couple of weeks ago," said Max, "I told you not to f#ck with me. Bu joining with the Death Eaters, you did so. Since there's no Ministry of Magic to shove up your ass, and I have no wish to ruin this fine house," he referred to McGonagall Manor, "I'll just have to think up of some other way to deal with you. And I have over two hundred choices in the matter."

At this, Umbridge lost all composure. She crawled over to Max's legs, trying to grab hold of them, though not to attack him. "Oh please don kill me!" exclaimed Umbridge. Max looked down at her with much disgust on his face. "Relax," said Max, "I'm not going to kill you." "Oh thank you!" exclaimed Umbridge as she tried to kiss his feet.

"Don't touch me!" yelled Max as he shoved Umbridge away. He began to walk away as he said, "Skeater, shoot this piece of sh$t." "With pleasure!" said Skeater as he pointed his Zatt Blaster at Umbridge. "NO!" exclaimed Umbridge as Skeater pulled the trigger. A blue stun beam hit Umbridge square in the face, and she fell over.

"She's not dead, is she?" asked Hermione, a tone of uncertainty in her voice, as if she was questioning weather or not to care. "No," said Skeater, "But she'll wake up with one lousy hangover."

Umbridge was later taken away by 'Mad-eye' Moody. "So what are you going to do with the book?" asked Ron. "This book," said Max, referring to the Necronomicon, "Has caused nothing but pain, suffering and death for over six thousand years. I should destroy it, but then the bureaucrats in D.C. will be screaming for my head. It goes back to the Library of Congress."

"Before you take it back," said Hermione, "May I have a look at it, please?" "Bad idea," said Jill, "No good has ever come from that book, and none shall ever come from it." Max stared at Hermione as she looked at the book anxiously. Harry could tell that Hermione really wanted to see it before it is put away.

"You can look through it," said Max, "But under no circumstance are you to read it out loud." "That's no problem," said Hermione, "Seeing as that I don't speak Ancient Sumerian." Max then handed the Necronomicon to Hermione's eager hands. "This book is well over six thousand years old," said Hermione to no one in particular, she opened the book, "Yet the ink looks like it was penned just yesterday." Harry looked over Hermione's shoulder to see strange symbols in what appeared to be red ink, yet he knew it was really blood.

As Hermione leafed through the book, she gasped in shock. "Max! The last seven pages are gone!" Max grabbed the book and saw that Hermione was telling the truth. "F#ck me running! You're right! Voldemort must have taken them out before he had the book moved. F#ck! I should have checked!"

"I take it that's bad." Said Ron. "You have no idea how bad." Said Virgil. "Those seven pages were written in rongo-rongo. It's the ritual to make whoever performs it a living god." "That's why I didn't feel any bad vibes from Voldemort!" exclaimed Harry. "I was wondering why he wasn't raging when you got the book." "He probably has all he need from the rest of the book," said Max, "He only need the seven pages." "If he's translated the pages…" said Virgil. "If he's done it," said Harry, "I'd know it." "What do we do?" asked Ron." "We find his base of operations and take him down once and for all," said Max, "Before it's too late."

The end of chapter 43. Next chapter, while Harry prepares for the final battle with Voldemort, he and Bloom must first deal the last Warlock. That's right, Icy's coming back for one last round. Until then, please read and review, and I'll see you next time!