Hello! I know I said this was going to be a one-shot, but I had a review from Ayyio who advised me to have a second chapter in here. So naturally, I wrote another chapter, so here you go!

Disclaimer: The day I own Harry potter is the day I go to Mars. In other words, never.

I want to ask you a question: Would you believe me if I told you that I was 9 years old?

The upstairs door slammed shut. The Marauder's Map rustled as it was pulled out of the bag. A little drawing of Umbridge was drawn and marked all over with red marker. Sirius wrote the names of numerous terrible pranks on a sheet of paper. Reading over the list, he smiled. Umbridge was going to have a horrible week.

Two figures in cloaks apparated just outside of Hogwarts. One pulled out a map and consulted it, before turning and whispering to his partner. They then crept inside the castle and closed the door. What followed was a series of beeps, clicks and occasionally, bouts of maniacal laughter. Dark figures appeared at the windows of the castle, stuck something on the window, and then vanished. If someone were to look inside the castle, they would see innocent escaped convict Sirius Black, and werewolf Remus Lupin swooping around with many strange contraptions, lots of slime, and many, many fireworks.

If someone were to look inside one of the upstairs bedrooms of 12 Grimmauld place a few hours later, they would see the same innocent convict and werewolf making a deal with two red-headed twins who were cackling loudly in glee and pulling out even more fireworks from seemingly nowhere. Oh, Umbitch was going to have a bad week….

A week later….

The Great Hall was filled with students chatting, opening their post, or, if you were like Ron, stuffing their face with toast and jam. The teachers at the high table looked pleased as well, except maybe the poor souls who had to sit next to Umbridge. The Pink Toad herself, as she had been very appropriately named by many of the Gryffindors, was simpering at the students as she ate her eggs. 'That damn smile of hers!' Severus thought disgruntled as he chewed his food, looking sideways at her. 'I would like nothing more than to strangle her!' Little did he know, his wish would come true. Not the strangling part, but she would be duly humiliated.

A few minutes later, an owl flew into the Great Hall, carrying a red envelope. The students paused and watched the owl to see who would get the howler. To their surprise it dropped onto the High Table, on Umbridge's place. Without waiting for her to open it, it exploded.

"DOLORES UMBRIDGE! YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY GODSON YOU FOUL PIECE OF COW DUNG! IF I HEAR THAT YOU HAVE HURT ANYONE AGAIN I WILL CARVE YOUR EYE OUT WITH A RUSTY SPOON!"

The hall broke out into whispers. Nobody noticed a certain black-haired boy slump under the Gryffindor table. Nobody had bothered to notice that this loud voice was the voice of escaped convict Sirius Black. Harry was both horrified and amazed at the same time. How terribly risky it was! Sirius could be found out at any moment! Then he would lose his godfather, the only person he knew, except Remus, who had a actual close friendship with his father. He glanced at Umbridge's red face and burst into laughter. It was risky, all right. But it was so bloody brilliant!

"I wonder who sent that howler? And what godson was he talking about? Who was this guy?" Dean asked fervently as he walked out of the great hall.

"It was of course, the savior of Hogwarts and the destroyer of Umbridge's dignity." Seamus replied.

Ron was sniggering behind his hand and Hermione was looking suspiciously at the twins, who looked much too happy for it to be normal. And was a bit of…. knowing-ness she saw? She shook her head and smiled. Whatever it was, it was so brilliant!

The day continued as normal….for about two minutes. Suddenly, a scream was heard from the teachers quarters. Mcgonagall quickly

rushed to the scene. When she arrived, she was both horrified and secretly happy at what she saw. Umbridge rushed out, her hair all messed up, and her pink cardigan had been ripped. But that wasn't the worst of it. Oh no. her sickening pink dress was now a ugly slime green, and little teeth had sprouted all over it, biting her all over. To top it all off, instead of her usual simper and infuriating cough and giggle, she was croaking like a frog.

Umbridge fumed. Ever since that accident in the morning which had left her with the ugly green robe and croak, she had been laughed at by all the students. Even Snape had been smiling, SMILING, whenever he saw her, and that senile old man, Dumbledore, had been twinkling his eyes more than usual. Though SHE knew that in a month, they wouldn't be smiling so much when the Ministry, and her dear Cornelius prevailed and took over Hogwarts.

She smiled at the gold-framed photo of Fudge on her desk. Dear, dear Minister. Too bad that his wife had to get in the way of their romance. Coraline. She had turned up one morning, kissing Cornelius at work, right when Umbridge had been gazing lovelorn at him. She had sworn that Coraline would be no more once Umbridge was done with her.

She sat down at her desk and pulled out a folder. When she opened it, a firework exploded in her face. Sighing, she put it back and opened another drawer. As she did, fireworks exploded out, and the walls of her office began to cycle through various shades of green. She screeched and ran to the door. It was locked.

The fireworks swirled in front of her eyes, taunting her. Then they formed into messages. A deep voice began talking.

'You want revenge on Coraline, don't you?' Umbridge gasped. How did they know this? 'She stole your…dear Cornelius from you. It's not really HER stealing, is it? It's you, invading their love.

A image popped up. It was of Coraline and Cornelius kissing. Not just the peck on the cheek, either. Full-blown, mouth-to-mouth, lovey-dovey smooching. Umbridge scowled.

'Invader! You infiltrated their marriage with your presence, broke them up, pulled them apart with your fangirling.'

Then there was an image of the Ministry couple snuggled up on a sofa together. They turned to one another and began smooching again. Umbridge began crying.

A face formed from the firework particles. It watched the Cornelius couple smooching on the sofa.

'I think that little kiss might escalate into something more, if you know what I mean…' the voice smirked. Umbridge began doing some full-on, blubbery, snot-and-mucus crying.

'Mwa ha ha ha ha ha!'

"End of class, students!" Professor Flitwick said. People streamed out of class, talking and grumbling about the homework that had been set. The trio walked out slowly, Hermione chattering about how easy the homework was, and that Professor Flitwick should really set some harder tasks.

"Forget about that, have you heard about Umbridge's latest punishment?" Fred asked, sidling up to them. "Apparently she has a…crush on Fudge." George sniggered. Ron and Harry burst into laughter. Hermione looked suspicious. "How did you know this?" she questioned.

"We have our sources." George said. "So anyway, what happened, is that there were fireworks everywhere and this voice was verbally assaulting her with images of Fudge and his wife canoodling."

"I didn't know you knew words like 'assaulting'." Harry said dryly.

A new day had dawned. Umbridge got up from her pink bed, went and opened her pink curtains, opened her pink bedroom door, and sat on her pink sofa. Hopefully there would be no more of these pranks today! She opened the door to her quarters and tottered down the corridor, not knowing that she looked a sight with her hair dyed fluorescent orange and skin a shade of hot pink. The grounds were beautiful and the birds flew around her twittering. She thought it was a melody for her, though if she spoke bird language she would know that she was being called a variety of names, most of them beginning with the word b.

A specific, pink, flower called out to her. Leaning down, she noticed it smelled of…..sawdust? But before she could comment on the strange smell, she was whisked away from Hogwarts.

Umbridge appeared in a strange stone hut. It had a straw roof and had only a chair and a cooking pot and fireplace in it. The windows had no glass and showed a forest of vines and trees. There was no door. Umbridge's nose wrinkle in disgust at this room that was for filthy half-breeds, and not purebloods like her. Suddenly, a voice boomed from the ceiling.

"For the injustices done to the residents of Hogwarts by you, you are hereby ousted from Hogwarts and are sentenced to living in the Dark Forest for two years."

A door manifested itself at the end of the room. Umbridge opened it, and was met with a tangle of forest. Thick, leafy trees blotted out most of the sun, and vines creeped up from the black grass towards her. There was a river nearby, with black water flowing, and a few cows lounged in the grass nearby. She hoped she could get free. She ran away from the house, hoping to see villages….. and was met with a black stone wall about a few hundred metres from the shack where she had appeared. The voice chuckled.

"You thought you could escape, did you? Well, that's not gonna be happening."the voice said cheerfully. "Your new place is surrounded with a wall on all sides, and you see those cows over there? You're going to have to breed, kill and roast those cows to get your meat, and you're going to have to farm to get your vegetables. That water is going to have to be boiled to be safe, and your companions are going to be those cockroaches over there."

Umbridge recoiled. "But that's common people's work." she simpered. "Surely I, a pureblood won't have to do that."

The voice sighed. "You really are stupid, aren't you? Well, I wish you the best of luck with that bad of a brain, and, before I go, I just want to say, goodbye to your ugly pink clothes!"

A scream resonated through the forest. Umbridge looked down at herself. The pink cardigan and suit had become a brown tattered shirt, and the pink skirt was now a black ripped skirt. She was barefoot, and the ugly fly bow was gone. She screamed again and collapsed on the ground. Hauling herself to her new shack, she sighed and wondered what she had done to deserve this.

Harry pulled his face out of the memory and burst into laughter, Ron followed. Only Hermione looked slightly put out. Ever since Sirius had given him that vial to put into a Pensieve with a mysterious note reading 'Open on your twenty-eighth birthday,' he had wondered what the memory was. Now he knew.

"I think Umbitch got what she deserved!" Ron laughed. Hermione whippecd her head around and scowled.

"It was a bit over-the-top, don't you think?" she said. Harry blinked.

"Well I think it was well-played."

"Whatever."

Umbridge looked up at the sky and smiled. Today was the day she would exact her revenge on dear Mr. Potter and eliminate half-breeds and Mudbloods forever! She pulled her new wand, yew and dragon heartstring, from her pocket. A cutting curse was about to flow off from the tip when she stopped. What was that noise? She listened closely and determined it was a voice. Whose was it?

It became louder and louder until it stopped. When it spoke again, it was right in her ear.

"Boo."

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Umbridge's scream was heard for miles around.