AN: Aloha, thanks for all the reviews! Hope you enjoy chapter 10 part 1 of Umbridge's fall - The Fictionist.
Chapter 10 part 1 (Tom's POV)
He stormed straight into the great hall, indifferent to how everyone's eyes locked upon them.
Umbridge was going to pay. Pity that in his fury he had got rid of the evidence…he just couldn't stand to see anything of that women on Harry. Hell, if Harry didn't carry his brand, he was most certainly not carrying anyone else's. Still, even without the physical evidence, this was a piece of cake.
He felt Harry draw back slightly, subconsciously trying to shadow into the background. His grip tightened as he stalked up to the hag.
"Do you have any last words, toad?" he hissed coldly. He was pleased to see her eyes bug in terror.
"I - What is the meaning of this?" she blustered. "I'm senior secretary to the minister, you can't talk to me like that."
"Yeah?" he dared icily. "Well I'm Lord Voldemort, so I suppose your right - you're not worthy of my conversation at all. But sadly, sacrifices must sometimes be made."
Her face went completely ashen.
"But - how, you can't be!" The toads face turned into a simper. "What is this about, my lord?"
Dumbledore stood up.
"Tom -" he began.
His eyes flashed, crimson red. He felt Harry wince slightly in pain as the connection between them activated.
"Were you aware of the illegality of blood quills, bitch?" he asked softly, effectively stopping the headmaster in his tracks. The wizened blue eyes widened.
"Harry, my boy?" Dumbledore asked, a firm expression came across his wrinkled features. "Is this really necessary? Why Don't you two sit down." Bad move. He literally felt Harry's restraints snap at the slightly patronising tone.
"Yes, it's necessary," Harry hissed. Magic swelled, Harry's magic, darkening to match his own. Annoy one of them, you had a death wish. Annoy them both - you just signed a warrant for hell. "Surely as a headmaster and supreme mugwump, you should recognise that?" the sneer was spot on. Dumbledore took a slight, surprised step back. They both smirked.
"I -" Umbridge was stammering now, seeming to realise the peril she had placed herself in. She smiled, a saccharine, sweet smile directed at him. Her piggy eyes flicked, frightfully, to Harry's hand and back.
The eager silence, the anticipation and the slight nervousness of the student body was palpable. She seemed to compose herself. "If you're truly he-who-must-not-be-named, why do you care about Potter's detention? He's the boy-who-lived? Didn't you know? "
"Careful, professor," Harry said quietly, venomously. "Or you might find that hole your digging for yourself turn into a grave."
"You'd go to Azkaban!" the hag had stood now, taking a step back away from them both.
He almost laughed, a vindictive satisfaction filling his insides.
"To answer your last question as a teacher," he said, watching her pale. "Yes, I know exactly who Harry is and the reason I care? Why don't you take a good look at our past interactions. I always said your ambition was the only way you got into Slytherin."
"Too stupid for Ravenclaw, to lazy for Hufflepuff and too much of a coward for Gryffindor," Harry elaborated with a small smirk. Umbridge's looked very, very nervous now. He liked it. A rush ran through him. This was how it supposed to be…now all he needed was for Harry to join the right side - his.
He saw the unspoken understanding glistening in her posture. Harry's life was his to take and his alone. No one else touched him. That was the way it had always been.
"This has all been a horrible misunderstanding," she tried.
Harry's wand raised, as did his.
"Did you know that thanks to your beloved ministry, it is a crime to be a death eater, punishable with a life time trip to Azkaban?" Harry asked pleasantly. He caught on immediately. It was brilliant. She should have known better then to threaten Harry with Azkaban.
With a slow, predatory smile he thought the incantation. Morsmorde.
Almost unnoticeably, he nodded.
"Diffindo," Harry said, loudly, for all the hall to hear.
The hag's pink sleeve ripped open, revealing the dark mark.
Umbridge's eyes widened.
"This - you can't do this!"
"I Harrison James Potter (Evans) Perevel Gryffindor, Lord and heir of the house of Gryffindor, relinquish you from the post of Defence against the dark arts teacher, and hand you, as a death eater and enemy of my own, to the Aurors," Harry said formally.
He added his own blow, his eyes dark - daring Dumbledore to intervene.
"I Thomas Marvolo Riddle (Gaunt) Perevel Slytherin, the true Lord and heir of the house of Slytherin, second this opinion. So mote it be."
A flash of light, black and white in colour filled the room, taking the hag with it.
Vengeance was sweet.
A shocked silence filled the hall.
"How appalling that the Light lord would let a death eater teach, shame on you Headmaster."
He couldn't resist the taunt, the warning. He could so easily sue Dumbledore for negligence.
Harry rolled his eyes.
"You just have to have the last word, don't you?"
"But of course."
A second later, the ministry representatives arrived.
Show time.
AN: About the titles, it says in the books that Harry is the heir of Gryffindor through the Potter line, who are related to the third brother, who is a Perevel, who was a Gryffindor descendant. I just twisted that to make Tom Slytherin through Gaunt, to Gaunt being one of the other Perevel brothers. The Evans in Harry's name is referring to his alias.
I plead artistic license :P