Dolores Umbridge was not having a good day. Hell it had been a horrible week.
Three days ago, Black had paid her a visit in her office. That day marked the beginning of her downfall. She had tried to kill him, but he had been too strong for her.
He had stunned her without warning and she'd lost consciousness. When she'd regained her senses, she found herself in a cell, in handcuffs. Guards had visited her, bringing her food. But, other than that, she had no visitors.
An Auror had come to her cell yesterday, to tell her that Black would be the one conducting her interrogation. She would be lying if she denied that she had nearly quaked fearfully on hearing that.
He was a scary man, there was no doubt about that.
During the first two days, she'd hoped that her boss would turn up and pull her out of this whole mess, but there had been no help from that end either.
She sat upright in her cell when Kingsley Shacklebolt, one of the Aurors who had arrested her, came to her cell.
He wordlessly unlocked her cell door and led her outside, probably towards the room in which the questioning would take place. She was pushed into a chair and the guards entered and positioned themselves on all four corners of the room.
The door opened and fear gripped her heart when she saw the person who entered. Maybe it was just her mind playing cruel games on her, but Black somehow looked even more intimidating this time. He was the one who held all the power today.
"Dolores Jane Umbridge, I must say, you have an impressive past. The aurors did a little bit of investigation and we've found quite an interesting list of facts. Seems like your track record isn't as clean as you made it appear."
"What... What do you mean?"
"Aside from minor thefts in your neighborhood, Aurors found evidence and victims who were subjected to the very same quill you used on my godson. Children."
How did they find out about that? Hadn't she wiped their minds properly?
"You worked as a private tutor before you joined the ministry, am I right?"
She was utterly doomed. Black had clearly been very thorough in his search.
"One of the boys told me that when he was nine, you put a sticking charm on his chair and forced him to use the Blood Quill until you were satisfied. All because he caught you stealing. A little too harsh, isn't it?"
She flinched from the ferocity of his glare and balled her hands. "I didn't do any of that."
He clicked his tongue mockingly and shook his head. "I'm ashamed of you, Umbridge. You are the one who always says that one must not tell lies. You better start talking."
She gulped fearfully. "It was a long time ago."
"Not so long after all. We'll see what the DMLE has to say about this during your trial."
She looked up at him with shocked eyes. "Trial?"
"Of course. Every criminal must receive a fair trial. What did you expect, Umbridge? A fine? Suspension? I thought I was wrong but you've more than earned yourself a stay in Azkaban. Malpractice is one thing but child abuse is something different altogether. As for the duration of your stay, only time will tell."
The words rang in her ears. She was going to prison. All because of one stupid, orphaned, scar-faced brat with an overprotective godfather.
She looked at Black and found no mercy in his steely eyes. There was nothing in them except for a raw, cold fury directed solely at her.
"You hurt the one I care about most. Harry is my boy. He's under my protection. You come at him, you come at me. I warned you. You cross me and I'll make sure you live out the rest of your days in misery. Harry is my family and when it comes to family, I don't fool around. I certainly hope you'll understand, Professor."
Her heart was pounding. Her life was ruined. While her crimes were valid and she would be exposed, all this would have never happened if she'd just left Potter alone.
"I'll see you at the trial, Umbridge."
Dolores Umbridge sentenced to Azkaban!
Dolores Jane Umbridge, former undersecretary to Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge has been sentenced to Azkaban for ten years.
This woman who claimed to uphold justice and follow the law is a fraud. She has harmed numerous children in the past. All these victims spoke during her trial which was conducted on Tuesday.
She was also teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry before she was exposed. Merlin knows how many students suffered!
The aurors refuse to shed light on the identity of the person who uncovered the truth about this obnoxious woman. Whoever you are, thank you very much!
We can only be thankful that her true colors have been revealed. The Minister remains silent, unwilling to speak about his decision of employing her at Hogwarts.
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Harry closed the paper and stared at his godfather who was eating his toast. "How the hell did you all this in less than a week?" There was a small, malicious part of him that felt happy that Umbridge was in Azkaban. She deserved it.
Sirius winked at him mischievously. "Watch the language, young man. As you know, I'm capable of a lot of things ranging from making amazing pancakes to arresting evil professors."
Harry shook his head and laughed, feeling awesome. You're brilliant, Sirius. Absolutely, unequivocally brilliant."
The feeling of having someone watch over you and protect you was still relatively new for Harry. He didn't think he'd ever fully get used to having a father. Sirius was a great dad, there were no arguments on that end.
"Unequivocally? That's a big word, pup. And yes, I know I'm brilliant. After all, you do make it a point to frequently remind me of that."
"Now, why don't you go upstairs and pack once you're done with breakfast? Term begins in two days, pup." Harry groaned and threw his head back against the chair.
Although Umbridge wouldn't be there to torment him anymore, he wasn't looking forward to going back. He loved it here at home. He would die before he admitted it but he enjoyed every bit of Sirius' fussing and overprotective nature.
That and packing was horribly boring.
"Now remember, I expect you to be in touch, Harry James. When I call that mirror, you answer and we'll talk. Any problems, you tell me. Got it?"
Harry rolled his eyes, having heard these instructions several times. He gave his godfather an exaggerated bow. "Of course, your Majesty. Wouldn't dream of disobeying you."
If he received any funny stares from the other parents on the platform, he ignored them. "Good lad," the man replied.
Harry knew that things were going to be better this time. Umbridge was gone, Remus was back. Nothing could dampen his mood now.
Sirius drew his godson in for a hug, ruffling the inky black hair as he always did. "Take care of yourself, kiddo."
"I will, I promise."
Sirius helped Harry get his trunk onto the train where he found his friends.
He saw Harry smile and wave to him from the window and waved back.
The clock struck eleven and the train began to pull out of the station. Harry waved to him until the train was out.
Sirius watched with a smile. Harry was safe and happy and that's all he wanted.
Merlin help anyone who tried to lay a finger on Harry Potter.
No one could save them from the wrath of Sirius Black.
Fin
That's the end of this story. Sorry about the long wait.
Umbridge finally got her just desserts. I've read a couple of fics in which Sirius discovers Umbridge's abuse but can't do anything because he's still an escaped convict.
I wanted to change that.
This was personal for Sirius which is why he was so ruthless. Like I mentioned earlier, Sirius is a Black. You don't mess with a Black and walk away with it.