Harry woke up with a thud. He could hear some voices. He sincerely hoped the voices weren't that of death eaters. He had no wand, no way to defend himself.
"Ahh well Mr. Crenk, I sincerely do hope you enjoyed your time here, and now you may leave. Yaxley will escort you out." A silky voice said, one that somehow immediatly made Harry's blood boil.
"Let's go check on the Lestranges and then Mr. Potter." Said another, this time gruff voice, but somewhat diffidently. Harry imagined the gruff voice belonging to some short but stocky man, with scars all over his body, but to his surprise, as he came into view, he saw a tall and thin wizard.
"Yes. We must check on Mr. Potter. And watch him at all times. Do you understand Morgator? I don't want my time wasted nor my reputation compromised if he somehow manages to get your wand and escape. I do have to go back to Hogwarts."
"Of course madam, of course." The gruff voice said. The silky voiced lady evidently held some power. Upon closer inspection, he recognized the voice from the ministry inspection. Her name was something like Under-a-bridge or Umbridge. She reminded him of a large fly perched unwisely among an even larger toad. She began giving lectures to the person, after he dropped a bottle of 'The essence of Gobbledegook', which apparently was an important creation created in a place called the 'Department of Mysteries', which upon inspection of their conversation, seemed like a place where raw human brains were stored and giant veils were kept? Soon after Harry dozed out, upon hearing the more boring parts of the lecture. Or casual talk, whatever it was.
From the Umbridge lady-
'You must remember, Pickleworths must always be sorted before Grindylows.'
'Do not try to cross me, I remember, back in our 6th year, you apparated to New Delhi rather than Hogsmeade, and then on the way back apparated to Seattle rather than Kent. You don't want word of that spreading out do you? Now be a good officer and fetch a dementor please, these prisoners are somewhat annoying.
'I am the undersecretary to minister'
'I am the Hogwarts High Inspector, even Dumbledore may not cross me, that should serve as a good example for you'
'No no no, I am not related to that Umbridge, not that poor janitor. I am a pureblood related to the likes of the Selwyn's, Yaxley's, and many more.'
'Slytherin of course. What else do you expect from a person with such blood purity as mine.'
'Well yes, everyone knows Potter's gone loony.'
'Such an attention seeking prat'
'I was the second youngest undersecretary to the Minister ever.'
And from the gruff voice-
'Hasn't there only been two undersecretaries to the Minister'
'Not a mudblood, are you'
'Sorry madam, sorry madam'
"Mr. Potter, wake up!" The silky voice snarled. With a jolt, Harry realized he slept off.
"Hello Madam Under-a-bridge." He said groggily.
"It's Umbridge." She snapped in a soft yet dangerous voice. "Only Umbridge. Not too hard to remember is it." She continued. She start saying more and more things, attempting casual talk, and all that. But something else caught Harry's attention. Her wand was dangling loose from her side. And she didn't know it.
"Although, you could get out early by simply confessing to the crime. But of course, for our esteemed Mr. Potter, that can't do." But Harry was having none of it. His mind raced while his heart thumped, and he could feel his blood pounding in his brain. He was making a very complicated escape plan. What he would have to do is first take Under-a-bridge's wand, Stun her (or possible cruciate her a vengeful voice in his head said), then somehow manage to take the gruff voiced person by surprise, and Stun him too, and then Conjure a Patronus, and escape. He felt a smile dawn upon him and for a second, he thought, he truly thought, he could be free, and with almost no effort at all. But then realization dawned upon him. Even if he defeated Under-a-Bridge and Gruff voice, and all the dementors, he still couldn't escape. He didn't know how to apparate nor could he swim back to shore like Sirius did, in his animagus form. So he would have to change plans. Instead he would Stun under-a-bridge, and instead Body-Bind gruff voice, deal with the dementors, and somehow coerce Gruff voice to apparate him back to Britain. Although gruff voice would probably betray him and send him right to the ministry, it seemed like a relatively solid plan.
"Mr. POTTER, ARE-YOU-LIS-TEN-NING." Under-a-bridge roared. Harry snapped back to reality.
"Uh yes Madam, yes. But I had just one question about the length of my imprisonment."
"Yes Mr. Potter?" She asked, a thin smile curving her features, that she was free and he wasn't.
"What's that behind you?" He asked, hoping for her to take that bait. And to his surprise, she did.
"What?" She snapped, turning back. With the blood pounding in his head, he knew this was his chance. Now or never. And he slowly inched forward. Step by step. Even one mistake and it would all be over. And she started turning back. He knew he had to do it. He lunged, and with the seeker's skill, he neatly snatched the wand. Her pupils dilated in horror.
"Stupefy." He called out, by she managed to grab back her wand in time, and the spell hit the ceiling and ricochet off into a cell. She leaned upon him with a smile upon her face. But it was too late.
"Impedimenta!"
"Stupefy!"
"Petrificus Totalus!" And all three spells caught her in the midsection, and she flew backwards into the wall with a sickening crunch.
"He's trying to escape! Catch him!" The gruff voice said. And he filled with horror as dozens, maybe even hundreds of dementors came towards him, in a single file.
"Stupefy!" He called out to the gruff voiced man, and the spell solidly connected. He then pointed his wand at the dementors.
"Ex-Expecto Patronum." He got out, thinking of the time he won the Quidditch cup. But it didn't work. It wasn't strong enough. He begun to hear the usual.
'Lily, take Harry and run! It's him!' But he persevered.
"Expecto Patronum." He called out again, and a little mist formed, but it wasn't enough either. The dementors temproarily stayed back, but they started coming again after the mist dissipated.
Thinking of all his happiest memories. Of the time he won the Quidditch Cup. Of the time he snatched the Snitch right out of Malfoy's grip. Of the time he swallowed to Snitch. Of the time he sent a python upon Dudley. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" He roared, and a large, sliver stag burst forth, and charged down the dementors. The dementors scattered with the stag came back to Harry, protecting him.
'Now it's time to take care of gruff voice.' He thought.
"Enervate"