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Chapter 33:

The Toad Returns

(Dun dun DUH!)

I loved being there, in Hogwarts. I was constantly surrounded by friends and family.

About a week after Voldemort died, Dumbledore came and told me that the Ministry was convicting Death Eaters who'd lived. He told me that the Wizengamot, Britain's wizarding high court of law and parliament, requested Harry or me to go and confirm several Death Eaters' identities.

I agreed to go at once. I knew I would be able to tear myself away from Hogwarts for a little bit.

So, now, I was in the Wizengamot Court room—the very room in which Harry had been unfairly tried because of Dementors in Little Whinging nearly three years ago. The room in which I'd seen, via the Pensieve, my parents originally sentenced to Azkaban.

Kingsley himself had brought me to the Wizengamot. As Minister his presence would normally be required, but he had things to do. At that, he left me outside the Wizengamot Court Room doors alone.

I smoothed out my hair and school Gryffindor robes before I pushed the door open and entered.

When I entered, they were applauding. How many times would Harry or I go into a room to have the people inside applaud us?So, I stood there, my face reddening by the second, while they applauded.

I noticed Percy Weasley was there, quill and parchment ready to take notes. He smiled and nodded in greeting. I returned the gesture.

When they quieted, I saw that the Minister's seat was now occupied by Amelia Bones, who I knew to be the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and Susan Bones's aunt, while her normal seat was empty. On her right, to my immense irritation, was filled by none other than the Toad Queen herself, looking at me with a venomous glare. "You!" I exclaimed, nearly spitting the word, pointing at her. "Oh, you've got a lot of guts coming back here!"

"Miss Swan!" Amelia Bones exclaimed.

"Forgive me, Madam Bones," I said, tight lipped, not taking my eyes from Umbridge. "But it seems there is a Death Eater among you."

Mutters and whispers erupted, unrest among the fifty members of the Wizengamot.

"Dolores. Jane. Umbridge." I said.

The entire Wizengamot fell silent, all turning and staring at Umbridge not really surprised.

"Do you have proof of this?" Madam Bones asked. I think she believed me, because her niece, Susan Bones, was in Dumbledore's Army and had fought in the 'Battle of Hogwarts,' as it was now being called, but she could not just throw someone in Azkaban on a whim. Unfortunately, in this case.

"Yes." I said. "I saw her with my very eyes, and dueled her myself, just before she Apparated away." I paused looking to Umbridge. "How is your face healing?"

She sniffed. She had gotten it healed, but the pink scar stood out easily on her now-pale face.

She loudly exclaimed to Madam Bones, "You're going to believe this—this girl over me? She is a fifteen year old school girl, for heaven's sake!"

"Actually," I said quietly. "I'm eighteen."

The Wizengamot was silent as Madam Bones said, "Frankly, yes, Dolores. I'm certain I am not the only one who has noticed that you are biased against Muggleborns. And, yes, she is a schoolgirl, but she and Harry Potter singlehandedly defeated the Darkest, most dangerous Wizard of our time. Other than any Hogwartians you may or may not have dueled last week, whom have you defeated recently?"

There was dead silence. Oh yeah, Madam Bones was on my side. Definitely. I always liked her, you know.

I said, "Do you want to see the memory in a Pensieve or something?"

As it turned out, they did. So I gave them the memory of my and Umbridge's duel. When Madam Bones, Elphias Doge, and several other high-ranking members of the Wizengamot came out of the Pensieve, she called in Aurors and exclaimed, "Arrest that woman!"

Madam Bones summarized the memory to the Wizengamot. Whispers broke out among the fifty members immediately. She allowed them to speak amongst one another.

When they quieted, she said in her booming, commanding voice, "Those in favor of sentencing the accused, Dolores Jane Umbridge, to life in Azkaban for crimes against the Ministry of Magic and the Wizarding World as a whole?"

Everyone—Everyone!—raised their hands. I raised mine a bit, too, as if my vote counted. I heard several chuckle.

"Very well. A unanimous vote. Sentenced to life in Azkaban." Madam Bones said, and that was the end of that.

I, meanwhile, was doing a happy dance, tears of joy in my eyes.

It was just so beautiful...

A/N: LOL. I couldn't stop snickering as I wrote this. I, personally, hate Umbridge. In canon, she does go to Azkaban for her actions in DH, but that didn't happen in my story, so I had to get her arrested for something!

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