Well, I wrote this because I really wanted to see Dolores Umbridge suffer, so if anyone in the audience likes Harry Potter and hates this bitch, enjoy.
I do not own Halo or Harry Potter.
Dolores Umbridge was not having a good day.
Far from it, she was having one of the worst days she ever had in her life (and given how her life had gone after the fall of He Who Must Not Be Named, that was saying a lot).
She had been imprisoned in Azkaban after the Second Wizarding War by the new Minister for Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt for crimes against the Ministry. A rather unjust call, in her opinion, given that she had upholded the Ministry's policies rather efficiently during that time, while the traitor Shacklebolt had fled from the rightful government.
During her imprisonment, copies of the Daily Prophet had been occasionally delivered to her cell, where she learned that Harry Potter had become an Auror and eventually became the head of Auror department.
'That half-blood brat in charge of law enforcement?' had been her first thought when she read that article, "The world is falling apart." That was when she resolved to escape and bring the wizarding world back to it's rightful nature, preferably over the bodies of Shacklebolt and Potter.
It had taken many years but she eventually managed to escape from Azkaban and gathered a small following of like-minded witches and wizards that agreed with her views on the magical world. Made up of disgruntled Death Eaters, and other criminals, it was not ideal support, but they had led her to the best force her small army could gather.
They had managed to track down where most of the Dementors had fled after the Second Wizarding War, and Umbridge successfully convinced them that they would become her new law enforcement officers if they would help put her in power. With the promise of many people to leech happiness from and souls to drain, the Dementors readily agreed and soon she led her army in what was to be a glorious campaign against the half-bloods, mudbloods and half-breeds.
Unfortunately for Umbridge, it was not meant to be: the Patronus charm had become much more readily taught than it had been during her days at the Ministry, and soon she was on the defensive as Potter and his Aurors began pushing her forces away from the wizarding world. It had culminated in a battle in the English countryside, and that was when things started to get confusing.
She couldn't really remember what happened: one moment, she had been duelling Potter, when that half-blood had sent her flying backwards with a stunning spell. After, that her vision had blurred and she felt a sensation of being apparated. It wasn't quite the same feeling though, and for a moment during that sensation, she thought she saw completely unknown beings fighting with rather unusual weapons.
After that, she woke up in the middle of a forest with her army, who were just as confused about their circumstances as she was. Rallying them, they started exploring this strange forest and soon ran into an unusual wall that seemed to stretch to the sky, as the Dementors could not fly over it. She had tried every blasting spell that she knew of, but it was a fruitless effort.
Turning her army around, they kept up the exploration, but halted in their tracks when in unnatural sound split through the stifling silence.
It was something Umbridge had never heard before; a cross between a roar and a screeching noise that split through the air like a thunderclap. The wizards and witches all pulled their wands out, pointing them in the direction of the noise and waiting for the source to reveal itself.
They didn't have to wait long; lumpen misshapen humanoid masses stumbled out the foliage and started stalking towards them. The wizards could swear they heard voices coming from growing horde;
"Soul stealers,"
"They will be consumed," both could made out by the wizards as coming from a rasping, baritone, malicious voice.
Casting a vocal enhancement charm on herself, Umbridge addressed the beings coming towards them.
"I am Dolores Umbridge, rightful Minister for Magic, if you do not turn away now, I shall hand you to the Dementors." She said, gesturing to the dark creatures floating behind her.
The incoming horde didn't stop, in fact, they started to speed up. Umbridge gestured to the Dementors and then pointed at the incoming hostiles.
"Take them!" She yelled, expecting to see the black cloaked entities streak past her and consume their souls. When they didn't, the wizard army turned around and saw a rather disconcerting sight;
The Dementors were backing away from the oncoming horde, their body language betraying something they shouldn't feel: fear or in this case, absolute terror.
The oncoming horde was upon them all now, like a flood, allowing Umbridge to get a good look at their attackers; unknown creatures of some type, all with varying appearances, and yet they were all similar as well. These creatures all had what appeared to be rotting diseased flesh covering them, and most had tendrils in the shape of a twig sticking out of them. Some of these creatures looked disturbingly human, but their screams were anything but.
Some of the abominations were holding what appeared to be some style of muggle weaponry, but when they opened fire, it was a lot like spellcasting, as jets of light impacted several members of her army.
Rallying her forces, Umbridge started casting offensive spells, as the most level-headed of her minions were doing the same, however they didn't seem to have much of an effect: Stunning spells did anything but, the Cruciatus and Imperius Curse weren't slowing them down, and the Killing Curse only succeeded in lighting those abominations on green fire.
The former Death Eaters found their best offense to be the Reductor and blasting curses, which tore the attackers apart. Meanwhile Umbridge had cast her Patronus behind the line of Dementors, driving them back towards this new opponent. They were unwilling to go, clawing at the Patronus wall in an attempt to escape the advancing horrors, and the wizards soon realized why they were so scared.
A stunning spell impacted a stubby bulbous creature which exploded, spawning a massive swarm of small squidlike things. These new hostiles charged towards the wizard line and one latched onto the wizard on Umbridge's left, giving her a clear view of the man's fate: the squid punctured and buried itself into his chest, quickly transforming him into something resembling the creatures currently attacking.
Umbridge stared in horror as the newly created monstrosity took aim with its wand and sent stunning spells at every nearby witch and wizard, leaving them as easy targets for the spawned infection forms.
A reductor curse destroyed that monster, but the damage was done: the horde was upon them as dozens of infection forms implanted themselves in anything they could find. The Dementors had broken off, flying away in terror, pursued by this flood of infection.
That was the moment when one of those forms latched onto Umbridge's back and forced its way into her spine. There was searing pain, worse than the Cruciatus curse could ever provide, and then Umbridge felt a hunger.
Primordial in nature, this ravenous hunger overwhelmed any other instincts or emotions she had ever felt, slowly tearing her consciousness apart.
"You belong to me."
Dolores Umbridge screamed, her infected body unleashing a bloodcurdling howl as her soul was consumed by the ancient entity.
That was seriously cathartic, I hope everyone enjoyed it.
I figured that since Umbridge seemed to enjoy feeding people to the Dementors (and since I really hate those things as well), it was only naturally fitting that they suffer a similar fate.
As always reviews are welcome.