This chapter is completely ZoeyMarieSnape's idea. I loved it so much, I had to put it in. She came up with the idea of Umbridge's dream and told me how to write it. I added a little here and there, but other then that it is completely her idea. Thank you to all my reviewers. Please enjoy ZoeyMarieSnape's mini contribution to my story. Because it is a little gruesome, I will change the rating to T. If anyone else has any ideas for extra chapters, feel free to PM me or leave it in a review.

Chapter Sixty Three: Umbridge's Nightmare

No One's POV

Umbridge smirked as she stepped into bed. The Jackson girl deserved what she got. The obnoxious mage had no right to be going around spreading lies about You-Know-Who's return. Her annoying brother got what he deserved as well. She fell asleep, a smirk on my face.

Umbridge awoke to find herself attached to a surgery table by stygian iron chains. She wildly thrashed around, trying to find some escape. A dark chuckle came from one corner caused the cruel, evil toad. Umbridge turned her head in the direction of the sound. The ugly professor was shaking violently. A man was hiding in the shadows. Ominously, he stepped forth into the dim light. "L-Lord Hades," Umbridge stammered.

"Dolores Jane Umbridge," the god sneered. "I have half a mind to rip your intestines from your body and feed them to Cerberus."

"What have I done wrong, my lord," Umbridge asked nervously.

"What haven't you done?" Hades asked, a sneer twisting his lips.

"I-I'm afraid I'm not sure what you're talking about, m-my lord."

Hades raised an eyebrow and lifted his right hand, causing Umbridge to cower. A resounding Snap! filled the air. Hounds made of shadows lunged at Umbridge from the different corners of the room. The professor's high-pitched squeal did nothing to deter the dogs. Umbridge howled in pain as sharp claws dug into her chubby legs. Blood dripped from the once pure white table and onto the black floor. Hades snapped his fingers again. The hounds shrunk back into the shadows.

"Please, no more," begged Umbridge.

"Did you show mercy to the child you were torturing when she said he believed Harry Potter?"

"N-No," Umbridge stammered.

"Then why should I show you any?" Hades asked, his smirk widening. He pulled a

long, thin knife from his belt. He laid the blade on Dolores' thick arm. Smirking, he dug the blade a little into her flesh, cutting Umbridge deeper as he spoke. "You would do well not to harm my favorite niece, Dolores Umbridge."

"My l-lord, please stop, I do not know who it is that your niece is!"

"You know her quite well, Dolores," Hades assured the shaking woman. He slowly lifts the blade from her arm. "Why don't you think and take a guess?" Umbridge's arm was coated in her own blood. "I'm positive you can figure it out."

Umbridge had to think a bit. "Chr-Christina Jackson?"

"Bravo, Dolores," Hades hissed. "Christina is my niece. You would do well not to harm her or her friends. You may find me, paying you another visit."

Dolores Umbridge squirmed as the knife sunk deeper into her arm. "O-of course not, Lord Hades."

Hades removed the blood-soaked knife from Dolores' arm. "Good, Dolores, you would find yourself in a nice spot in my Fields of Punishment if you slipped." The last word rolled off Hades' tongue as the knife plunged into Dolores' stomach. First, he carved a circle. Underneath the circle, was a curved line forming an upside down arc. A line shot down from the arc with another line crossing that one.

"Next time," Hades warned, "you will not be so lucky. My knife may just slip, and you could lose a finger or two. Be glad my son and grandson were not with me, Dolores. They would have done far worse than I."

Umbridge woke up, gasping for breath. She ran her hand across her stomach, sighing when she felt no cuts. She stood up, wincing at a sudden pain in her legs. Umbridge looked into the mirror, but so no scars on her legs or stomach. "What happened?" she asked to no one in particular. She jumped when a cool chuckle sounded throughout her room.

Sev's POV

I was a little curious, I'll admit. Dolores wasn't one for being late. I glanced at her curiously when she walked through the staff entrance. She was pale and shaken. I wonder what got into her. There were dark circles under her eyes that suggested she had not slept well last night. I was about to ask her what was wrong, out of curiosity, not because I care for her after what she did to Nina, when I saw the mark. On her hand, was a mark that was easily recognizable by any demigod, especially descendents of Hades. It was the mark of my grandfather. He must have visited her in her dreams and given her a warning. Nina was his favorite niece, afterall.