Chapter 37
(Chapter 2: Parvati Patil- Punisher)
Aboard the Hogwarts Express, Parvati sat with Padma and some other people whose names aren't really important. There's a pretty good chance these nameless people are going to die sooner than they'd like, so their names really do not matter.
The ride was uneventful. It was a train ride. Those are boring. So was this one.
Parvati acted as normal- hiding her anticipation and fear under a veneer of amicability and the sort of emotions that would be expected of someone in her position.
Hogwarts was different.
That was clear enough.
Voldemort didn't even try to hide his influence.
With Snape and a dozen other Death Eaters dead at Ziad's hand, the new Headmistress was none other than Dolores Umbridge. With the Carrow's exerting their reign of terror and Umbridge destroying any semblance of actual academic integrity, Parvati decided that she might as well get her revolution started as soon as possible.
But where to begin?
Ah, of course. A base of operations within the school itself. But where?
The answer was obvious. The room of requirement.
Three days after the start of school, Parvati began her private war by opening the room of requirement.
"I need a place from which I can launch a guerilla war against the administration, while remaining undetected and being able to store a large quantity of muggle weaponry."
A door appeared. She opened it. Inside was one bed, a bathroom, and a picture on the wall.
On one wall was a steel gun rack quite similar to the ones she had seen in Shlomi's house. It was empty, just aching to be filled with muggle mechanical magic.
Parvati twirled her wand and whistled a few bars from the Mission Impossible soundtrack.
A set of Ray-Bans aviator sunglasses appeared on the bedside table.
"Exactly what I needed. Thank you, Room."
Parvati put on the glasses and glanced at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.
"Hell yeah!"
The next night, Parvati transferred the weapons that she had brought to the Room.
The RPO-A Shmel rocket launcher.
An AS-VAL silenced assault rifle.
A couple of Makarov pistols.
A few blocks of plastic explosives.
Enough for maybe a day of sustained warfare. She needed a way out of the school, to somewhere she could bring weapons and other supplies back into the school.
To make a short story even shorter, she figured out what the picture on the wall was for, and she met Aberforth.
More weapons began flowing into the room. The room expanded. More weapons.
More, more, more moremoremoremore!
Weapons are good.
But that's not what you guys want to hear about- I'm assuming you guys want the violence and stuff. Well, I'll cut to the chase.
Umbridge walked down the hallway late one night. Prowling.
Following close behind her, sneaking silently, was Parvati.
Parvati followed for what felt like an hour, but what was really more like ten minutes. She was sweating profusely.
Her first target. Her first act of violence against another human being.
She adjusted her grip on her wand.
Umbridge cocked her head to the side, as if listening to something.
"Oh dear me," she cooed, "I think somebody's out past lights out!"
Parvati pointed her wand and whispered, "Petrificus Totalus!"
Umbridge collapsed to the ground, paralyzed.
Her eyes burned fire at Parvati.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. You won't be getting revenge," said Parvati.
She dragged the helpless Headmistress away like a sack of potatoes.
Padma Patil yawned as she descended the stairs towards the Entrance Hall. She was the first one down the stairs, as Padma tended to be an early riser.
She shuffled towards the Great Hall.
Padma slipped on something and fell backwards.
"What the..."
She glanced at the floor.
It was soaked in blood. She stood up, and discovered that her clothes and hands were now dripping with blood.
She looked up.
Dolores Umbridge hung from the ceiling from a long chain of the sort butchers use to hang huge sides of beef. Dozens of tiny cuts covered her body and her fingers stuck out at odd angles.
A sign dangled from her feet.
Some crave,
Some cry.
Shut up and die!
Some smile,
Some lie,
Fuck off and die!
Padma screamed.
Author's note:
It's a short one, but finals are coming up so I'm totally swamped. I do want to get something out there, however, so here it is.
Parvati is maybe just a little bit more messed up than in the books.