Some passages were taken from CHAPTER TWELVE: MAGIC IS MIGHT from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
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"Severus Snape?"
"I didn't kill you," Harry said loudly, once his tongue unrolled. He then held his breath as the dusty plagued figure of Dumbledore exploded before him. Mrs. Black's portrait started wailing her usually rants about miscreants, dirty blood, shame to the name wizard as Harry descended down the stairs to the kitchen. He was greeted by his Godfather who sighed in relief at the sight of him.
"You were supposed to be back two hours ago!" Sirius bellowed. Harry rolled his eyes,
"Oh come on, Sirius...I'm fine, and no one saw me so all is well...well actually, it's not. I've got news, and you won't like it."
"What happened?" Both Ron and Hermione asked apprehensively. They were both sitting at the table, looking over scribbled bits of parchments, and hand drawn maps as Harry strode towards them, passing his livid Godfather and threw down the newspaper on the table. Sirius peered atop Harry's shoulders and wheezed heavily. SNAPE CONFIRMED AS HOGWARTS HEADMASTER
"No!" said Ron and Hermione thunderously, "It can't be true!"
"What can't be true?" Remus Lupin was carrying some books down the stairs, peering at the group huddled around the deep-rooted table. "What's going on?" Sirius turned to look at him; his wrath expression was still upon his face, as his hollow sulky eyes gazed upon the anxious werewolf.
"Snivellus is the new Headmaster of Hogwarts."
"WHAT!"
Harry, Ron and Hermione both jumped in alarm as they gaped towards their former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in disbelief. Never had Harry heard his father's old friend Moony lose his discomposure like that before, except perhaps at Remus' discovery of Dumbledore's death back at the Hospital Wing. "I know, Moony. The world is crumbling around us. It's beginning to feel like last time..." Sirius gave Harry a distressing look.
"You're not going to lose me like you lost my dad, Sirius." Sirius was stunned; his Godson had once again read his troubled thoughts. "You sure you aren't a seer, kiddo?" Harry chuckled softly, as Remus treaded between Ron and Hermione who were examining the article.
'"I welcome the opportunity to uphold our finest wizarding traditions and values -" Like committing murder and cutting off people's ears, I suppose! Snape, Headmaster! Snape in Dumbledore's study, Merlin's beard!' Hermione shrieked, making all of them jump.
"Cutting off people's ears?" Sirius asked curiously. Ron sighed, and recounted the story of the seven Potters heading to Tonks' parents house to Sirius whose eyes widened in revelation. "At least they're not at Hogwarts anymore...oh Merlin, Ginny!" Ron said in a panicked filled voice. Harry's head snapped in his friend's direction,
"What about Ginny?"
"Think about it, Harry. She's still at Hogwarts!" Hermione said loudly. Harry's face paled.
"Snape's not our only worries." Remus said softly, as he cleared his voice to read the article aloud, '"Following the resignation of the previous Muggle Studies teacher, Alecto Carrow will take over the post while her brother, Amycus, fills the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."'
Ron's eyebrows furrowed, "I don't..."
"They're Death Eaters, Ron." Sirius said bitterly, clarifying Ron's confusion. Harry's face, if possible, paled even more extensively as if had no blood left in his body.
"Ginny," Harry said quietly. Her vibrant eyes and striking red hair filled Harry's thoughts, as he recollected the Birthday present she had given to him this year.
"Harry," Sirius's hand was on his shoulder, "you okay? You zoned out for a minute there."
Harry nodded firmly, "Yeah, I'm fine." Hermione let out a soft whimper as she ran to hug Harry, taking him by surprise. Sirius took a step back, with an amused expression at his Godson's reaction.
"Erm, Hermione...I'm fine." He looked over at Ron who simply shrugged his shoulders. Before any further words were exchanged, Hermione spoke out in a slight sob,
"Oh Harry, I knew it...I knew it! I told her that you still loved her!" Ron rolled his eyes, as he gently pulled Hermione off his friend. Remus sighed, with a faint smile on his face. Sirius however was at a loss for words.
"I'm obviously missing something here." Harry's eyes widened; he forgot that Sirius didn't know about him and Ginny. "Harry used to date my sister," Ron said casually, "but they ended things a couple of months ago after Dumbledore's funeral."
Whatever reaction Harry was expecting from his Godfather, certainly wasn't his well-known bark out laughter. Harry, who was deeply confused, looked at Remus for some kind of clarification. Remus, who seemed to understand his friend's reaction, chuckled inaudibly. "Red hair, Moony! What is it with the Potter men and red hair?" Sirius continued laughing, until an irritated Harry snapped at him,
"I don't see anything funny, Sirius. Ginny has to go back to Hogwarts with Death Eaters in control!" Sirius instantaneously stopped laughing.
"You're right. I'm sorry, Harry. I just...it took me by surprise, that's all." Harry exhaled loudly, feeling slightly guilty for spontaneously yelling at Sirius like that. He knew his Godfather meant no harm. Harry had to remind himself to be patient with Sirius, after all it wasn't his fault he's been absent for two years, but rather his own.
"No worries...sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that...I'm just worried for Ginny." Remus spoke before the uncomfortable stiffness between them consumed the kitchen's atmosphere.
"Harry, why were you so late?"
"I watched the Ministry entrance for a couple of hours, thought I would get a glimpse of her...saw your dad," he turned to Ron who nodded in appreciation, "he looks fine. I also have some news that is beneficial." All eyes were on Harry as he cleared his throat, "There was this bearded bloke that nearly ran into me..."
"Harry, I told you to stay behind a pole or something." Sirius hissed. Harry rolled his eyes as he continued speaking firmly, "Anyways, I think I know roughly where Umbridge's office is. I heard the bearded wizard saying to his mate, "I'll be up on Level One, Dolores wants to see me.""
Hermione let out a slight huff, "This is beneficial information indeed, Harry!" Harry smiled at her,
"Yeah, I know...I think we can actually attempt in snatching the locket tomorrow." Hermione snorted, "Don't be ridiculous, Harry. We can't..."
"Why not?" Harry asked in annoyance, "Ron has told us all he knows about the Ministry, and you both have every single detailed account about the Ministry, down to the Magical Maintenance and their navy blue robes practically rememorized. I don't think we're going to be much better prepared than we are now even if we skulk around the Ministry for another week. The longer we put it off, the further away the locket could be."
Hermione looked at Sirius, hoping he might share the same light as her. Sirius sighed, "Harry's right, we know everything important. We know they've stopped Apparition in and out of the Ministry, and that only the most senior Ministry members are allowed to connect their homes to the Floo Network...and now with Harry overhearing that bearded wizard, we might as well get on with the Polyjuice potion plan."
"I don't think all of us should go to the Ministry." Remus said, adding on to Sirius' note, "I think it's best for us to save some of the Polyjuice potion, it might be of great use in the near future...seeing as we don't have a month to waste brewing any." Sirius nodded in agreement.
"You and I will go, and the kids..."
"I don't think so, Sirius. I'm going." Harry said with narrowed eyes, expecting his Godfather to fume at him. Sirius however gave him a solemn expression and spoke in a very firm tone,
"Harry, it's too risky...if you get caught..."
"You're supposed to be dead, Sirius...it's just as risky for you as it is for me."
"Oh come off it Harry," Sirius said, his voice rising, "You're more important! I can't risk you getting caught. I'm an escaped convict as well! That also has no importance; I'm the adult here and..."
"You're free..." Remus said quietly. Hermione gasped,
"You're right! Oh Sirius, we forgot to tell you...the Wizengamot announced your innocence last year." Sirius stared blankly at Hermione, as if he didn't hear her. Remus walked over to him, and patted his back affectionately. Harry broke into a wide grin, winking at him. Sirius began shaking his head in disbelief,
"Twelve years...twelve years I had to rot in that place..." Remus gently squeezed his shoulder,
"It's over now, Padfoot. You're free...and I know it doesn't seem to make any difference at the moment, but..."
"It's not important, I don't care anymore. And you're right; it doesn't make any difference at the moment, what with Death Eaters and Voldemort strutting around." Sirius said lightly.
"It will make a difference once we defeat him though." Remus said with a smile. Harry nodded,
"And on that positive note let's talk about snatching the locket from Umbridge." Sirius smiled faltered, "Fine, you can go...but you'll do everything I tell you to do, got it?"
Harry nodded with a grin, "So, I think at least one of you should stay here." Sirius looked at Remus. Both men seemed to have had a silent understanding amongst themselves as they both nodded abruptly.
"I'll stay here with Hermione, you," Remus said looking at Harry, "Sirius, and Ron will Appararate to the Ministry tomorrow morning. We'll go over the plan tonight. Was anyone at front when you came, Harry?"
"Yes, Macnair is back...I almost lost my balance on the step, but don't worry he didn't see him." Harry said, staring at his Godfather's anxious filled eyes at the mention of him losing his balance.
"Good, okay...so let's go over the plan. Ron, how man of these puking pastilles have you got?" Remus asked with a smile.
"Those twins are geniuses! Why didn't we think of those?" Sirius asked with bright eyes filled with nostalgia.
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They did not go to bed that night until every single one of them could recite the plan in perfect detail. They would recount countless amounts of times about the Polyjuice potion, Puking Pastilles, Navy Blue Robes of Magical Maintenance and keeping Harry hidden while Voldemort sought him so diligently. Harry decided to stay a little bit longer with Sirius and Remus, as Ron and Hermione retreated upstairs to their sleeping bags. He rubbed his eyes, and let out a loud yawn causing Remus to snigger, "Are you sure you don't want to join them, Harry?"
Harry shook his head, as he examined the blueprint of the Ministry, not looking at Remus' thoughtful expression. Sirius was tapping his hands against the table to an unrecognizable tune, as he stared blankly at the ceiling, shaking his head every so often. "I still can't believe it took them fifteen years to figure out my innocence." Remus' insides swirled unpleasantly with remorse. He had believed for thirteen years that Sirius betrayed them all, selling out James and Lily to Voldemort. He regretted it every day. Sirius sighed loudly, pulling Remus away from his darkened thoughts. "I'm going to regret doing this..." Remus and Harry exchanged a look of puzzlement, as Sirius shouted, "Kreacher!"
Crack, the house elf bowed down at Sirius as soon as he appeared in the kitchen. Sirius was reaching for something in his back pocket. "Ah, here it is." It was the fake locket that Harry had given to him two weeks ago. Sirius got up and kneeled beside the elf, who took a step back in fear thinking that Sirius was going to hit him. "Kreacher, I'd, er, like you to have this," he said, pressing the locket into the elf's hand, "This belonged to my brother, and I'm sure he'd want you to have it as a token of gratitude for what you did." Kreacher's eyes welled up with tears as he stared down at his hand holding the locket. Sirius jumped as Kreacher let out a howl of shock and misery, throwing himself on the ground, wailing back and forth.
"Oh Master Sirius, kind Master! Please forgive Kreacher for passing information to Miss Cissy and Miss Bella!" Kreacher started banging his head against the floor, when Sirius held him in place.
"I order you not to hurt yourself ever again." It took Sirius nearly fifteen minutes to calm down Kreacher, who was so overwhelmed to be presented with a Black family heirloom passed down to him from the last living heir of the worthy Black family. Once Kreacher's discomposure was maintained, he stood up facing Sirius who also was on his feet,
"Master Sirius, can Kreacher get you anything?" Sirius shook his head hastily, "No, no thank you Kreacher. Tomorrow morning, we're getting up early...readymade breakfast and coffee would be nice to wake up to."
"Of course, of course Master Sirius...anything for Master Sirius. Master Regulus was right about you, Master Sirius." With the usual loud crack he was gone. Yawning, Sirius sat down at the table and gave a query smile at Remus and Harry who were staring at him with broad eyes. "Erm..."
"Who are you, and what have you done with my Godfather?" Remus laughed,
"I'm with Harry, Padfoot...I was not expecting that, I mean two weeks ago you nearly strangled Kreacher to death. Has becoming a free man rattled with your brain?" Sirius sighed,
"I still haven't forgiven him. I just didn't want to risk something of that magnitude happening again. I'd never forgive myself if something were to happen to my Godson because Kreacher had an old prejudice grudge on me."
Harry remembered something Dumbledore had said to him, mere hours after Sirius's "death": I do not think Sirius ever saw Kreacher as a being with feelings as acute as a human's...He smiled knowing that what Dumbledore had once said about his Godfather was no longer true...at least he hoped not.
"Harry, I hope you didn't mind me giving the locket to him...I got the idea from you actually." Sirius said lightly. Harry shook his head hastily,
"No worries, I'm glad," he smiled, "Kreacher has sure changed his attitude towards you, huh Sirius." Sirius laughed,
"Yeah, yeah...oh Harry, so I've been meaning to ask, what happened with you and Lily?"
Remus half raised his eyebrows, "Erm, Lily?" Sirius looked aghast as he shook his head rapidly.
"Ginny, sorry Harry. What happened with you and Ginny?" Harry looked at him sympathetically, "Erm, well...what with everything that happened this year with Dumbledore dying, not returning to Hogwarts and in its place find the remaining horcruxes to bring down Voldemort...let's just say I didn't think it was a good time for a romantic relationship."
"Ginny Weasley," Sirius said softly, "I can see you fancying her. She actually reminds me a lot of your mother." Remus nodded in concurrence,
"You're right, Padfoot." Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat,
"Listen, I really don't want to talk about it."
"I understand, getting dumped is a huge blow to one's ego." Remus grunted at Sirius' comment. Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance at his Godfather, "I didn't get dumped, Sirius. I was the one to break things off with her." Sirius raised his eyebrows,
"Really...why? You obviously still care about the girl."
"Sirius, Harry doesn't want to talk about it...so quit pestering him with questions." Harry smiled in admiration to Remus.
"It's no use with this one, Remus." Sirius scoffed at him in a sardonic fashion. Harry exhaled loudly, "I thought it was for the best. I didn't want any harm to come to her."
"Harry..."
"No, I know what you're going to say." Harry said, raising his hand to hush his Godfather, "Let's just drop it." Sirius exchanged a comprehended look with Remus, before lightly patting Harry on the back. "Listen to me, Harry. I understand your motives. Your father broke off things with Lily once when times started getting rough during our Auror training. Remember, Moony? He was always so stubborn and paranoid that he was going to get Lily and himself...."
"Killed..." Harry said quietly. Sirius closed his eyes, cursing himself for saying anything. "I'm sorry, I just..."
"Just drop it, Sirius. You're making things worse." Remus said lightly.
"Sorry..."
Harry shook his head, "No, no it's okay...thanks." Sirius gave him a one arm embrace before taking his seat beside Remus. Harry grinned at him reluctantly thinking about what he had just said about his father. "I didn't know you and my dad were Aurors?"
"They were all right, and the best Aurors the Ministry could ever ask for if I might add," Remus said merrily. Sirius chortled,
"Thanks Moony. Yes, James and I were Junior Aurors at the time of your birth actually. Three years of training, and loads of paper work, Merlin I hated all that paper work...written theory, so pointless."
Remus glanced at his watch, "Perhaps you should tell him about it another time, Padfoot. It's getting late." Sirius glanced at his watch absent-mildly.
"You're right; we'll need our rest for tomorrow."
"See you both in the morning," Harry said as he got up and made way towards the door.
"Night,"
His footsteps thudded against the stairs, until the sound ceased suddenly. Sirius sighed. He was still looking at the door where Harry stood moments ago. "Sirius,"
"Yes Moony," Sirius said, still staring at the door. "He's going to be fine..." Sirius turned to look at his friend's cheerless smile. "Thanks Moony."
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In the morning Harry bumped into Ron in the hallway, who seemed as if he was still half asleep. Hermione, who was behind him laughed quietly as she rubbed her eyes. "You look terrible," Ron said with broad eyes to Harry, after straightening up. They found Sirius and Remus downstairs in the kitchen, where Harry left them last night, being served coffee and hot rolls by Kreacher. "Thank you, Kreacher." Remus said as the house elf happily placed a hot roll on the plate in front of him. "Did you guys stay here all night?" Harry asked humorously.
"We'd better hurry," Sirius said looking solemnly at Ron and Harry, disregarding Harry's comment. Harry sighed, he knew his Godfather was going to be an uptight, nervous wreck until they returned safely back to the Noble House of Black. They gulped down their breakfast, placing Polyjuice potion, the Invisibly Cloak, Decoy Detonators, Puking Pastilles and Extendable Ears in Hermione's beaded bag that she gave Ron to hold, on the table. They set off upstairs; Kreacher was bowing them out and promising to have steak and shepherd's pie ready for them when they returned. Sirius turned around, and embraced his friend, who whispered something in his ear. Sirius let Remus go and nodded grimly at him. Remus gave a one arm embrace to Harry, murmuring the words, "Take care, and listen to your Godfather," before turning to Ron and shaking his hand firmly. They made their way on to the front step with colossal caution: three Death Eaters were watching the house from across the misty square.
Sirius disapparated with Ron first, then came back for Harry. The three wizards found themselves in a deserted alleyway.
"Okay, well according to Hermione the first Ministry workers did not usually appear until at least eight o'clock. We'll wait here, under the cloak of course for someone to arrive. As soon as they went under the cloak, a tiny pop was heard and a little Ministry witch had Apparated in front of them. Sirius silent stunning spell had worked its charm, as the witch stumbled to the floor. Harry took off the cloak as Sirius went to pluck out a few of her hairs and added them to a flask of muddy Polyjuice Potion.
"Hello, my name is Mafalda Hopkirk," Sirius said, reading a small card that identified the victim of his stunning spell. Sirius drank the potion, and within seconds became the exact replica of Mafalda Hopkirk. Sirius spun around as he heard someone humming to themselves, coming from a distant. "Put the cloak on," Sirius hissed.
"Oh, hello, Mafalda!"
"Erm, hello!" Sirius said in a quavery voice, trying his best to disguise his manly timbre. Harry had to cover his mouth, and bite his tongue from laughing out loud. Ron elbowed him fiercely. "How are you?" Sirius said.
"Not so good, actually...got a lot on my mind."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Sirius said, his voice was cracking a bit. Harry muffled a silent laugh. The wizard looked directly where Ron and Harry were standing and then back at Sirius. "How are you, you sound a bit..."
"Wizard's flu, I'm afraid." Sirius said hastily, "Here, have a sweet. I insist!" he said aggressively as the wizard began rapidly shaking his head but in the end took one. The wizard started vomiting so hard, that he didn't notice Sirius yanking a handful of his hairs. "Eeek, you better take the day off!" The wizard vomited again, before looking up directly at Sirius.
"Yeah, I guess you're right...I really must go today, but...Mafalda, I have a favour to ask." Sirius' eyes widened, "Yes?"
"My wife has an appointment today with Dolores, do you think you could be there for her...you know how the Registration Commission is...tell her to tell Dolores to check the upgraded files, she'll see that all is in order. Could you do that for me?" He vomited again.
"Yes, sure..." Sirius said swiftly. With a courteous nod, the wizard disappeared. Sirius turned around to face Ron and Harry who just took off the cloak. "Harry, you were nearly discovered."
Harry rolled his eyes, "No we weren't, and that guy was clueless anyways. He just thought he heard something."
"And he was right, he heard you laughing!" A very angry looking Mafalda Hopkirk said sternly. Sirius handed Ron the bits of hairs, and within minutes after placing them in the flask Ron transformed into Reg Cattermole, "According to the label in the back," said Ron.
"Now Harry, wait here...and we'll be back with some..."
"Oh no..."
Sirius and Harry both turned around simultaneously and faced Ron wearily. "We didn't bring enough Polyjuice Potion, I must have forgotten to grabbed the flask on the chair...I only grabbed the ones on the table." He said vigilantly, fearing Sirius' reaction. Just as Sirius found his voice to express his anger, Harry spoke first,
"That's fine. I'll just stay under the cloak. Don't worry," he said looking at Sirius who was going to say something, "I'll be right behind you." They stepped out of the alleyway together. Sirius, with a concealed Harry tottered off down the steps to the ladies' steps, as Ron took the other steps of stairs, joining a number of oddly dressed men. The sound of flushing could be heard. Harry crouched down and peered through the gap at the bottom of the cubicle to see a witch climbing into the toilet.
"We have to flush ourselves in? He whispered. He jumped as Sirius turned around slightly and whispered,
"Hold on to me." Feeling incredibly foolish, they both went into the toilet. Within seconds he was back at the Ministry of Magic.
"Psst!" said a voice, and both he and Sirius looked around to see Reg Cattermole, also known as Ron gesturing them from over the statue with the words MAGIC IS MIGHT.
"You got in all right?" Ron asked Sirius who nodded. "Where is..."
"I'm behind Sirius," Harry whispered, causing Ron to jump.
"Cattermole!" They looked around. Harry's stomach dropped as Sirius growled, both recognizing the Death Eater. Sirius took a step back, and began reaching out behind him, feeling for Harry. He sighed heavily as he felt the invisible cloak behind. "I requested somebody from Magical Maintenance to sort out my office...it's been raining in there all night!"
"Raining in your office, that's not good." Ron laughed nervously as he swept away with Yaxley towards a lift, giving a wary glance back at Sirius. Sirius, closely followed by Harry went into another lift. Sirius made away to the corner of the lift, hinting at Harry to go to the corner so that Sirius could back into him, preventing anyone from accidently bumping into him. They were alone.
"This was a very bad idea Harry, what if someone bumps into you." Before Harry could answer the lift stopped moving, and the golden grilles slid a part. Dolores Umbridge entered the lift, smiling at Sirius in a twisted way.
"Ah, Mafalda!" said Umbridge, "Travers sent you, did he? Good, you'll do perfectly well...and I thought we would have to delay the testimonies. Good, problem solved, Mafalda you will be spared for record-keeping we will be able to start right away." Sirius was too busy fuming at the sight of the toad-like witch with her velvet bow in her hair to respond. Harry poked Sirius hardly,
"Sure, Dolores...anything."
Umbridge raised her eyebrows, "Are you sick? Your voice sounds a little funny." Sirius simply nodded. "Well, lucky you won't need to be using your voice. We'll go straight down Mafalda." Even though Sirius knew perfectly well that his Godson was behind him, without Umbridge looking he reached out to feel Harry's presence behind him.
Harry's hand began to shake slightly in apprehension. He didn't expect for them to find Umbridge within ten minutes arriving at the Ministry, but he was glad nonetheless. As soon as they get the locket, the sooner they can return back to Grimmauld Place. The golden grilles opened finally, just as Umbridge made way down the narrow hallway. She turned to Mafalda, Sirius who was still standing in the lift, wrathing silently at her. Harry gave him a slight push, and he tottered to where Umbridge stood. Umbridge made the motion to say something when a peculiar expression appeared on her face, making Harry's stomach turn. It was the same expression she usually had when Harry would wince in pain from the blood quill.
Harry was drawn from his thoughts as Sirius spoke in his attempt of a somewhat lofty tone, "That's a pretty locket, Dolores." Harry gasped inaudibly, staring blankly at the locket that stood proudly around Umbridge's bulgy neck.
"It is, isn't it?" she said softly, looking over Sirius' shoulder. Harry shifted uncomfortably where he stood. He knew that Umbridge couldn't see her, it was impossible. But it was as if she was scanning over Sirius' shoulder expecting to find something.
"Mafalda," Umbridge said outlandishly, "you go on and head down the hall, turn left and enter the door at the end of that corridor where the Dementors are waiting with the culprits. I just need to fetch something from my office."
"De-Dementors?" Sirius said, losing control of his constructed female voice. Harry's heart ached for his Godfather, as he nodded to Umbridge and made way down the corridor. Harry knew Dementors brought back ghastly memories of Azkaban, not to mention the horrors of his past that he probably relived getting near one. Harry took a step to forward to follow his Godfather when he halted instantly as Umbridge cut his path, pointing her wand straight at him. 'She can't see me...' Harry thought, nervously glancing at Sirius who was at the end of the hallway almost out of prospect.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Umbridge said mutely. Harry gasped in horror as the cloak slipped off him, when he hit the floor rigidly behind him. Umbridge's eyes widened in delight as she inhaled loudly.
"I had hoped it was you, Potter. When I saw a pair of feet in the lift, I had a crazy fantasy that perhaps whoever was dim-witted enough to follow me, under an Invisibility Cloak could in fact be Harry Potter...I remembered Snape telling me about how you sneaked around Hogwarts with an Invisibility Cloak. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined to catch Harry Potter, the most wanted wizard in the world." Umbridge started laughing hysterically, "Imagine how they would reward me! Oh yes, Potter! But first," she looked around, "I'd like you to answer a few questions, before I let them have their way with you." She kicked aside Harry's wand that lay beside him. It clearly fell out of his pocket when he fell backwards. Umbridge forgot entirely about the cloak as she grabbed Harry by his hair, and dragged him into another room. Harry couldn't even wince or cry out in pain due to the spell's charm keeping him unchangingly immobile. 'Sirius, Sirius...help me!' Harry thought helplessly.
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Sorry about the Cliff-hanger!
Take care!