Title: She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named

Author: uflesh940, Chaser 2 of the Appleby Arrows

QFLC Season 9 Round 2

Prompt: The song "Let it go" from Frozen must be used as inspiration for your story.

9. [Object] Umbrella
10. [Color] Lilac
14. [Action] Baking

Description: Hermione and house-elves take down the Wizarding World.

Hermione was baking in the kitchen, alongside the house-elves there. "I don't know," she was saying, as she added another egg to her brownie batter. "Everyone talks about how you love being servants, but all of you live in constant fear of being freed, wizards abuse you constantly, and all of you just seem happy about it. It isn't right."

"Winky loves being enslaved," muttered a drunken Winky, as she drunk some more Butterbeer. "No, Winky hates being enslaved, but the wizards would kill her if she told them."

Hermione paused. "What?"

However, she didn't get any more out of Winky, as several house-elves had placed their hands over her mouth.

"What?" said Hermione again, "Why don't you do anything about it?"

Hermione sat in front of the entire Wizengamot, in chains. She had reviewed all of her arguments the day before, while in that Ministry holding cell, but now that she was actually staring back at dozens of unhappy-looking wizards in elaborate robes, she couldn't bring herself to say anything at all.

"Nothing to say for yourself?" asked Dolores Umbridge. "Fifty wizarding deaths, due to this house-elf 'revolution'. How do you defend your actions?"

Hermione shrunk in on herself.

"Enough," said Amelia Bones, who was presiding over the Wizengamot that day. "It's time to vote on her sentence. All in favor of applying the Dementor's Kiss to Hermione Granger, raise your wands now. All in favor for sentencing Hermione Granger to Azkaban for life, raise your wands now."

The lifetime sentence in Azkaban won, narrowly.

Hermione sat alone in her cold cell for the fifth day in a row. It was completely and utterly miserable. She could see now, why people went so far to avoid going there. It was cold, grey, and unhappy. She had spent her first two days there doing nothing but crying due to the sheer amount of negative memories the dementors constantly dragged up.

Suddenly, she heard a small rapping noise at the bars of her window. She turned around, and saw an owl, carrying a small, well-wrapped package. She pulled the package through the window and began frantically unwrapping it. She pulled back the paper, to reveal a small, pink, umbrella.

Hermione blinked in surprise. However, she recognized this umbrella. This was Hagrid's umbrella.

Hermione frantically carved runes into another umbrella, which she had slowly, and painfully conjured, (Hagrid's umbrella was quite possibly the worst possible magical focus for her) over the last few days. She could probably have escaped already, but doing so would strongly implicate Hagrid, and the last thing she wanted was Hagrid taking her place, especially after he went out of his way to help her. It made a small amount of sense - Hagrid had been in Azkaban twice and didn't want any of his friends in that place which he himself hated so much, so he was willing to risk helping her.

At any rate, Hermione wanted to make herself a new magical focus. But since there were no phoenixes, unicorns, or dragons in the vicinity, she would have to make something other than a wand. An umbrella would do, she decided, as she finally carved the final rune.

Dozens of them decorated the umbrella, but when viewed together, they could be roughly translated to "e = mc2". To transform atoms and molecules directly into magical power. Hermione handed the umbrella back to Hagrid's owl, which flew away, and grasped her own umbrella. With a quiet pop and a flash of purple energy, Hermione Granger disapparated directly out of Azkaban, with enough force to damage the wards around it.

Hermione's umbrella had originally been a set of dull metal strands, with a poorly transfigured cloth attached to some of them. Hermione had, of course, upgraded the umbrella within a couple of hours of her escape. It was now a sleek, shiny thing, decorated with innumerable cleverly hidden runes, and the lilac covering thrummed with power.

Hermione took another sip of her coffee, while the television in the room warned the populace of a teenaged serial killer named 'Hermiony Grenger'," much to Hermione's amusement. It seemed like the Ministry hadn't become any more competent since her departure.

Her amusement contrasted her worries for the future. What now? Hermione sighed. Perhaps it was time to check on those house-elves.

Hermione stood in front of the awed-looking house-elves, as she let the power generated by her umbrella envelope her. Slowly, her Hogwarts robes began turning into the same lilac shade as her magic, and her umbrella. The older threads, weaves, and name tag were ejected, as a construct of purple energy was formed around her, in the shape of an ornate lilac dress. Hermione stared at the name tag in disdain. As if she would let anyone forget her name.

The house-elves continued staring at her. Hermione laughed for over a minute, before finally pulling herself together. "Enough of this. Let's go take over the world."

The next edition of the Daily Prophet featured Hermione Granger firing violet blasts of energy at Dumbledore, as the house-elves clashed with the Aurors.

Voldemort fired another killing curse at Hermione, but it disintegrated before it even came near her.

"Pathetic," sneered Hermione.

"Enough!" cried Voldemort. "You cannot kill me! Harry Potter is the only one who is prophesied to do so!"

"A prophecy?" asked Hermione, as she twirled the umbrella around aimlessly, before finally pointing it directly at the Dark Lord. "Why would I let myself get limited by a prophecy?" Before Voldemort could respond, he was vaporized by a beam of purple energy fired from the umbrella.

Hermione disintegrated the single remaining piece of Voldemort. An arm, which had been just outside the main blast. "Where is your prophecy now?" she mocked.

The house-elves under her command quietly took over the ministry.

"You know," said Hermione, "I can't really think of a good reason to take over the world. But, well, I can hardly stop now!" She laughed, and the muggle soldiers arrayed against her shivered, as lilac waves of power radiated off her power.

"I wonder why no other dark wizard has considered taking over the muggle world," said Hermione. "Lazy of them, isn't it?"

An explosive of some sort exploded right next to her, but was harmlessly repelled by a shell of violet energy. Hermione laughed again.

She who must not be named wasn't in her usual attire. Then again, she had finished taking over the world, so there really wasn't much need for her to wear that uncomfortable dress. After all, energy constructs could also be shaped like sweaters. Hermione cracked another egg, and added it to the brownie mixture. After putting the brownie into the oven, Hermione went to her newly transfigured balcony, and stared at the world. All of it was hers now. Hermione walked back into the kitchen, took a last look outside, and slammed the ornate double doors of the balcony closed.