Revenge

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I gulped, knowing that Umbridge calling him could be no good.

"That stupid witch," I whispered.

Ron looked over curiously as Grillan left, and his eyes widened as he scanned the note. "Damn. I thought they dumped her out."

I snorted. "She certainly knows how to cover her arse."

"Aren't there any witnesses though? Of all that Muggle mistreatment stuff going on, I mean. What about the wife of that worker I was impersonating? Or Runcorn? Or even that witch Hermione played as."

"Remember, Runcorn turned to Voldemort after the attack," I said as Ron shivered at the name. " Oh, get off it now. For all you know, she could have Imperiused the entire Ministry, the hag. I'm surprised Kingsley decided not to act..."

Ron frowned. "Where d'you suppose her office is? Same as before?"

I shrugged. "I dunno."

As I finished speaking, the bottom of the hastily scratched note glowed slightly, and an office appeared. "Basement," it read, revealing itself slowly, as if embarrassed.

Ron smiled in glee. "Who's on the bottom now?"

As I made my way out, he stepped in front of me. "What d'you think you're doing? If I didn't come with you, what kind of friend would I be?"

I rolled my eyes. "One who doesn't let his mate snog his sister," I muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

We made our way to the elevator, which lurched back as we stepped it. "Where to, sirs?" the short boy operating the machine asked.

"The basement," replied Ron. "To slay a troll."

The lift lurched down, and soon enough reached the bottom. The boy opened the chain gate, bowed, and sped off backwards to wherever magical lifts go. The room smelled dank and musty, with its dripping, low ceiling peeling in layers. A faint light shone towards the back, presumably from a lamp. We drew our wands and made our way towards it cautiously. Suddenly, I felt a movement around my ankle. "Stupefy!" I shouted, and a small, furry, tabby cat fell limp. Ron's wand tip lit up in response.

"Still a cat lady, I see."

A mousy shriek rang out in the distance, and a sound of footsteps came closer. The witch who stepped into the door was nothing like the pompous professor we both knew. Instead, hear normally churly hair lay short and stringy around her toad-like head, which sneered in an expression worthy of Snape. Her lace dress was scuffed and disheveled, and the pink color was far faded. She stank slightly, as if she hadn't showered in a week.

She then looked down in dismay, and shrieked again at seeing her companion at the feet of her despised former students. "Bubbles!" she whispered, picking the feline up lightly and cradling it in her arms.

Ron cleared his throat. Unbridge stared up angrily. "I was expecting one of you buffoons, not two."

He patted me on the back. "Sorry. Couldn't resist laughing at your ugly mug."

She sneered again. "How cute. Now shut up and follow. If you hex me, I swear..." she began muttering nonsensically.

We shared nervous looks and began to follow, wands still drawn.

"I see that the Fidelius Charm did not work as planned," she said. "I thought I could just obliviate everyone and be done with it. But of course, I had to reveal myself eventually. Do you have that note?"

I shook my head, although it lay in my robe pocket carefully. Collateral, I thought. I can use it to bargain later, since it's Fideliusd.

"Damn," she muttered, adjusting the pet in her arms. "Lazy boys. Can't even keep track of a paper."

"So that's how she hid," Ron whispered.

We followed her down the long corridor some ways more, until she held a hand out. She touched the wall in front of her, evidently the end of the basement. "I solemnly swear to destroy all lies."

My hand twitched involuntarily. "Where did you get that phrase from?"

She turned around and smiled evilly. "I don't just Obliviate adults, you know. That map came in handy, son of Prongs. A shame Wormtail died, though," she said, turning around to face the now revealed secret passage. "He had great servant potential."

We followed her down the stairs, Ron flinching at any drop of water that fell from above. He jumped once as something skittered past his ankle. "Stupid rats," he whispered. "The lot of them," he added, gesturing at Umbridge.

We soon came to a dark room with a small desk, her revolting cat plates hanging behind it, as well as copies of all the stupid Educational Decrees she coveted.

She sat down and flipped through a folder on her desk. "Now," she started. "I understand that the stupid Kingsley man was dumb enough to hire you two." Ron nodded, and scowled a few seconds after. Umbridge, happy with the response, continued. "You have two options. Either I Imperius you unwillingly and force you to do what I say... or we talk and you retain your free will."

She looked up sharply as I frowned. "And what, exactly, do you say?"

She leaned across the desk and gritted her teeth angrily, slamming her palms in the table. "I want INFORMATION!" She panted, looking slightly rabid. "I'm fed up with this bullshit, living out of trash cans and the basement. If you give me info, I let you free. If not..." She tutted and drew her wand quietly, binding us to the chairs.l we sat in, making us drop our wands.

Ron immediately struggled, and his restraints only grew tighter, as I saw. I tried to do the same, pushing back, but the old scars on the back of my hand began to hurt, as if liquid were rushing out of it. As we cried in pain, the phrase "I will not tell lies" etched itself into our hands at an amplified pace. "OKAY!" I yelled. The pain subsided, although our hands bled like crazy, dropping onto the floor. I sighed in defeat. "What do we have to do?"

She smiled her amphibian smile, sat back, and clasped her hands. "Each time you have a lead, or capture a suspect, send me an owl detailing all of the information."

I stared silently. "That's it?" Ron blurted.

Umbridge smiled even wider. "I'm glad you understand Mr. Weasley. However, to prevent any nasty consequences..." She reached across the table for my hand, and clasped it firmly. "Unbreakable Vow. You make one term, I make another. If you go too far, we all die." A puff of smoke emitted from her wand.

I looked at Ron, who nodded quietly. "Don't make it too obvious," he whispered. "So that we have a loophole."

I nodded as she spoke, pointed her wand at the contact of our hands. "I, Harry James Potter," I spoke carefully, "promise to give Dolores Jane Umbridge any information I receive as an Auror of the British Ministry of Magic." A gold band of swirling mist wrapped around my hand, avoiding the blood that spilled from my newly opened scars.

"Now," I continued, "I want any files you have in your desk."

She sniffed calmly. "I, Dolores Jane Umbridge, denouncer of Mudbloods, Squibs, and filthy Muggles, promise to give Harry James Potter any files that are contained within the desk I am currently sitting at." A dark purple band circled around this time. After a second, both trails of magic vanished. Umbridge got up and handed us three binders, smiling widely. "Thank you for your time." With a loud CRACK, she disappeared with her cat, leaving Ron and I at an empty desk with our wands.

We proceeded to show Hermione and Ginny the note after we Apparated out of the basement to the Burrow. Hermione fussed over our hands, while Ginny seethed angrily. Molly hummed in the kitchen quietly.

"That hag," Ginny whispered. "I'll kill her."

Just then, Kingsley's head stuck out of the now green flames. "Harry," he spoke.

I nearly jumped a kilometer into the air. "Kingsley! What's going on so late at night?"

He stared grimly. "Dolores Umbridge was found dead in a pool of her blood in the main atrium of the Ministry."

I turned to Ginny, who had her eyes wide open in shock.

(A/N: Ooh! Cliffhangers! Terrible yet fascinating at the same time... Anyways, here's a longer chapter, since my Spring vacation is coming up soon. I might not be able to update as soon... Maybe the next two weeks? Stay happy and smile always! Peace.)

(P.S.: it was so satisfying to write Umbridge getting what she deserves)