LAST TIME:
"I WON'T ALLOW THAT EVIL WOMAN TO HAVE POWER IN MY SCHOOL! YOU KNOW HOW SHE IS! A SADISTIC GOOD-FOR-NOTHING BITCH! YOU KNOW WHAT PLANS SHE TRIED TO GET PASSED IN THE WIZENGAMOT IN THE PAST YEARS! I WON'T ALLOW HER TO BE IN MY SCHOOL!"
"Salazar quit shouting and control yourself! I know you dislike her—"
Salazar scowled. "Understatement of the century."
Helga ignored him and continued, "—but you cannot kill her just like that. Harry will be the first one to be blamed if she dies."
"Then we must devise a plan that makes her death look completely accidental," Salazar chimed.
"Salazar, NO!"
"Excuse me," Harry cut in and they turned to him. "I would like to say something. Revenge, pain, and suffering spread out over a long time is better than a quick that for someone like Dolores Umbridge. If she wishes to bring a reign of terror to the school, I will make sure I will do worse to her."
Salazar was silent for a moment before he grinned. "Now that's what I call a plan. Tell me more."
"That is why I am here. To improve on it further."
"My expertise! Even better! Let's begin!" Salazar said happily. Helga just sighed in exasperation at the hate all three of them shared for the woman… for now, even she was going to help them and make sure they didn't plan something too obvious and get caught.
Ch.56 Dolores Umbridge
9th September 1995
Gryffindor Tower, Hogwarts
Harry woke up with a stretch, relishing in the popping noises his joints made. He had stayed up last night in the chamber with Salazar and Helga, planning on what all to do with Umbridge. Well, it was mostly him researching torture methods and stuff while Salazar commented on how to make it worse for Umbridge and Helga keeping him under control.
And, they had made the perfect series of spells to be cast on Umbridge so that her life would become utterly miserable for the rest of her existence.
He opened his curtains and saw that the rest were still sleeping. So, he quietly made his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
Once he came back, dressed in school robes, he saw that only Neville was up and taking out stuff from his trunk.
Harry wished him good morning before going to his trunk and taking out some parchment, a quill, and his transfiguration textbook before going to the desk next to his bed and laying the contents on it before taking the seat.
A couple of days prior, McGonagall had assigned them a twelve-inch essay on conjuration of inanimate objects. The submission date was still four days away, but it was best to get homework out of the way as soon as possible.
'Hermione is rubbing on me,' He thought to himself with amusement as he started his essay.
Harry, Ron, and Neville walked down the steps of their dormitory to the common room, discussing the Gryffindor quidditch team. They were halfway across the sunlit common room when they noticed the addition to the room that had already attracted the attention of a small group of people.
A large sign had been affixed to the Gryffindor notice board, so large that it covered everything else on there — the lists of secondhand spell books for sale, the regular reminders of school rules from Argus Filch, the Quidditch team training schedule, the offers to barter certain Chocolate Frog cards for others, the Weasleys' new advertisement for testers, the dates of the Hogsmeade weekends, and the lost-and-found notices.
The new sign was printed in large black letters and there was a highly official-looking seal at the bottom beside a neat and curly signature.
— By Order Of —
The High Inquisitor of Hogwarts
All students below the age of sixteen studying at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry are henceforth required to attend the Defense Against the Dark Arts class regardless of passing the said year. It is a compulsory subject for everyone from ages eleven to sixteen
The above is in accordance with
Educational Decree Number Three.
Signed
Dolores Jane Umbridge
High Inquisitor
"I can't believe that she passed a degree solely for you to attend her class, Harry," Neville said, reading the notice.
"She got desperate, it seems," Harry said, rereading the degree, looking for a loophole. Unfortunately, it was a pretty simple one and didn't have a loophole unless he somehow aged himself by a year.
He flicked his wand, summoning a parchment and a quill before writing in a neat script,
Did you know about Educational Decree Number Three? -HP
"Hedwig," He called and his beautiful familiar appeared in a flash of flames, gaining the attention of many students. The first-year kids gawked at the phoenix.
"Take this to Dumbledore. Make sure no one is around when he reads it." He whispered. Hedwig trilled and took the note before disappearing in a flash of flames.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Neville wave to someone, gesturing to them to come over. I turned to see who it was and saw it was only Hermione, who was hurrying towards them.
Hermione's eyes slid rapidly down the notice. Her expression became stony. "This is to get you in her class," She hissed. "That is why she was so quiet during the first one and didn't let any of us speak."
"And she has a class today," Ron stated.
"And, unfortunately, none of the sixth-year classes clash with it," Harry added. "So, I must attend."
"Put her in her place like you did during Sirius's trial," Hermione suggested.
"I had something planned for her but, let us see if I need to increase the severity of what I was going to do. For now—" Harry stopped short as a small burst of flame ignited in front of him and a slip of parchment appeared.
Harry instantly recognized the handwriting as Dumbledore's
No. Be careful of her. I am pretty sure she has some sort of plan to get you in trouble. Cornelius and she didn't like that you had already passed your OWLs and no way in which Umbridge could keep an eye on you. So, they passed the decree made specifically to target you. I trust you to keep yourself and your friends out of trouble. I do not wish for you to get in trouble needlessly.
-AD
Harry read the note twice before burning it to ash.
"What did he say?" Hermione asked in a hushed tone.
"Stay out of trouble in her class and tell you all to do the same. She is here to cause us trouble and we need to be careful. Anyways, I am famished. Let us go get breakfast."
9th September 1995
Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom
When Harry and his friends entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom they found Professor Umbridge already seated at the teacher's desk, wearing the fluffy pink cardigan and the black velvet bow on top of her head that she always wore. Harry was again reminded forcibly of a large fly perched unwisely on top of an even larger toad.
Harry noticed that the board was filled with the course aims Hermione had shown him.
"Well, good afternoon!" she said when finally the whole class had sat down.
A few people mumbled "Good afternoon," in reply.
"Tut, tut," said Professor Umbridge. "As I said last time, that won't do, now, will it? I would like you, please, to reply 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' One more time, please. Good afternoon, class!"
"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they chanted back at her. Harry remained defiantly quiet.
"Wands away," she instructed them all smilingly, and Harry noticed that some people who had been hopeful enough to take them out sadly returned them to their bags. He hadn't even bothered to do it, knowing Umbridge was more incompetent than Lockhart. "As we finished chapter one last lesson, I would like you all to turn to page nineteen today and commence chapter two, 'Common Defensive Theories and Their Derivation.' There will be no need to talk."
Still smiling her wide, self-satisfied smile, she sat down at her desk. The class gave an audible sigh as it turned, as one, to page nineteen.
Harry, too, removed the slinkhart book from his bag… or what looked to be the Slinkhart book at least. Harry had glamored the cover page of 'A Beginners Guide to Alchemy Vol. 2 by Nicholas Flammel' to look like Slinkhart's book.
It broke Harry's heart to cover such a priceless book by the name of such a shitty book. But, it was necessary. He wasn't going to waste his time sitting in class reading the good-for-nothing Slinkhart's book.
Hermione had not even bothered to open her copy of Defensive Magical Theory. She was staring fixedly at Professor Umbridge with her hand in the air.
Most in the class were staring at her instead of reading the book.
He looked at her questioningly, but she merely shook her head slightly to indicate that she was not about to answer questions, and continued to stare at Professor Umbridge, who was looking just as resolutely in another direction.
When more than ninety percent of the class were staring at Hermione rather than at their books, Professor Umbridge seemed to decide that she could ignore the situation no longer. "Did you want to ask something about the chapter, dear?" she asked Hermione, as though she had only just noticed her.
"Not about the chapter, no," said Hermione.
"Well, we're reading just now," said Professor Umbridge, showing her small, pointed teeth. "If you have other queries we can deal with them at the end of class."
"I've got a query about your course aims," said Hermione. "Of course, I wished to ask it during the last class but you ignored me throughout the class, professor."
"I must not have seen you, dear. But first, can I know your name?"
"Hermione Granger,"
"Well, Miss Granger, I think the course aims are perfectly clear if you read them through carefully," said Professor Umbridge in a voice of determined sweetness.
"Well, I don't," said Hermione bluntly. "There's nothing written up there about using defensive spells."
There was a short silence in which many members of the class turned their heads to frown at the three-course aims still written on the blackboard.
"Using defensive spells?" Professor Umbridge repeated with a little laugh. "Why, I can't imagine any situation arising in my classroom that would require you to use a defensive spell, Miss Granger. You surely aren't expecting to be attacked during class?"
"We're not going to use magic?" Ron ejaculated loudly and Harry stomped his foot.
"Students raise their hands when they wish to speak in my class, Mr. — ?"
"Weasley," said Ron, thrusting his hand into the air.
Professor Umbridge, smiling still more widely, turned her back on him. Harry and Hermione immediately raised their hands too. Professor Umbridge's pouchy eyes lingered on Harry for a moment before she addressed Hermione.
"Yes, Miss Granger? You wanted to ask something else?"
"Yes," said Hermione. "Surely the whole point of Defense Against the Dark Arts is to practice defensive spells"
"Are you a Ministry-trained educational expert, Miss Granger?" asked Professor Umbridge in her falsely sweet voice.
"No, but —"
"Well then, I'm afraid you are not qualified to decide what the 'whole point' of any class is. Wizards much older and cleverer than you have devised our new program of study. You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way —"
"And how do you propose to teach us the material needed when there will be no use of spells? You do realize that—"
"Hand, Mr. Potter!" sang Umbridge.
"— We also have a practical part for DADA in—."
"Hand, Mr. Potter!"
"—our OWL exams. Or did the experts—"
"Hand, Mr. Potter!" She shrieked.
"—At the ministry forget a vital part of the examination, displaying—"
"Hand, Mr. Potter!"
"—A perfect example of incompetency of the ministry?"
Umbridge was breathing heavily, her face red in anger. She looked around at the class which was already whispering amongst themselves.
"It is the view of the Ministry that a theoretical knowledge will be more than sufficient to get you through your examination, which, after all, is what school is all about." She replied. "As long as you have studied the theory hard enough, there is no reason why you should not be able to perform the spells under carefully controlled examination conditions."
"Without ever practicing them before?" said Parvati incredulously.
"Hand!"
Parvati thrust her hand up and said, "Are you telling us that the first time we'll get to do the spells will be during our exam?"
"I repeat, as long as you have studied the theory hard enough —"
"And what good's theory going to be in the real world?" asked Harry loudly enough for his voice to be heard throughout the class.
Professor Umbridge looked up. "This is school, Mr. Potter, not the real world," she hissed.
"In the words of Griselda Marchbanks, a ministry expert, school is the place where the foundations of the real world are built. It is one of the mottos of the Wizarding Education Administration. And as you are teaching things as per ministry experts, shouldn't you be including that?" Harry asked.
"It is also the view of ministry experts that such content for school children is too dangerous."
"Are you saying that the ministry wishes to keep us unprepared for what is waiting out there?"
"There is nothing waiting out there, Mr. Potter."
"Surely you are not suggesting that the role of the auror and hit-wizard forces are unneeded as there is nothing out there?"
"I… am not saying anything like that, Mr. Potter," She said with a simpering laugh. "I was simply asking you, who do you imagine would want to attack children like yourselves?"
"In my view, there are several dangerous people who have it out for me."
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter."
The classroom was silent and still. Everyone was staring at either Umbridge or Harry. Harry raised an eyebrow at Umbridge.
"Now, let me make a few things quite plain. Professor Umbridge stood up and leaned toward them, her stubby fingered hands splayed on her desk. "You have been told that a certain Dark wizard has returned from the dead. This is a lie."
"Who even mentioned Voldemort?" Harry asked loudly, causing several students to shriek. He wandlessly applied a mild silencing charm on Umbridge to stop her from interrupting him. It would wear off within a minute or by loud shouting.
"I was talking about the attacks during the Quidditch World Cup and the Ministry Award Ceremony last year. I surely wonder why the topic was brought up when the ministry firmly denies it? Does the ministry wish to curb the freedom of speech by proclaiming at every possible moment that a fact they don't like is a lie?"
"DETENTION POTTER!" Umbridge shouted, breaking the silencing spell with her irritating voice. Her face had turned purple in rage.
"Today evening. Five o'clock. My office. I repeat this is a lie." She shrieked. "The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you are not in danger from any Dark wizard. And now, you will kindly continue your reading. Without. Any. Questions."
The class whispered amongst itself again.
She had just proved Harry's point.
9th September 1995
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Harry made his way through the corridors, walking towards Umbridge's office.
Word of what he had said during the DADA class had spread like wildfire through the school. People were already wondering about what the ministry was up to. Theories too had popped up, ranging from Fudge wanting to be a new dark lord and wishing to enslave all wizards, to the fact that Harry was telling the truth about Voldemort's return and Fudge was his servant.
It certainly did crop up doubts in the minds of students. Of course, several still believed that Harry was lying about Voldemort's return but Harry didn't care about them.
At exactly five, He knocked at the door to Umbridge's office.
"Come in."
Harry pushed the door open and immediately looked around the office.
He had known this office under three of its previous occupants. In the days when Gilderoy Lockhart had lived here, it had been plastered in beaming portraits of its owner. When Lupin had occupied it, it was likely you would meet some fascinating Dark creature in a cage or tank if you came to call. In the impostor Moody's days, it had been packed with various instruments and artifacts for the detection of wrongdoing and concealment.
Now, however, it looked totally unrecognizable. The surfaces had all been draped in lacy pink covers and cloths. There were several vases full of dried flowers, each residing on its own doily, and on one of the walls was a collection of ornamental pink plates, each decorated with a large technicolor kitten wearing a different bow around its neck.
It was too much pink.
"Good evening, Mr. Potter."
Harry looked at Umbridge who was wearing a luridly flowered set of robes that blended only too well with the tablecloth on the desk behind her.
Harry gave her a nod, not saying anything, mentally revising everything he had to do. For this, he had even learned two new spells, one from the Black family grimoire and one from the book, Magick Most Evile.
"Well, sit down," she said, pointing toward a small table draped in lace beside which she had drawn up a straight-backed chair. A piece of blank parchment lay on the table, apparently waiting for him.
Harry took a seat while discreetly waving his wand, erecting privacy and silencing wards around the room. Another wave and all portraits froze.
Umbridge was completely unaware of what Harry was doing.
"Now, Mr. Potter, for detention you are—"
"No," Harry said firmly.
"Excuse me?"
"I am not doing anything u say, Umbridge," Harry clarified.
Her bulging eyes narrowed, "Mr. Potter, I am afraid you do not have an option. This is your punishment for spreading evil, nasty, attention-seeking stories."
Harry smothered his temper before smiling fakely, "I am afraid, Madame Umbridge, that you are the one who is about to be punished, not me."
"I beg your pardon?"
Harry stood up and waved his wand in an elaborate motion around the room, casting a charm to destroy any spying devices and locking down means of communication, including floo, before pointing his wand at Umbridge.
"What are you doing, Potter?" She asked, glancing around the room fearfully as windows and the Floo grate closed with a clang. She immediately began scrambling for her handbag where she kept her wand.
"Ensuring that the sound of your screams doesn't go out of this room," Harry replied, before petrifying the woman from neck-down.
"Stop this Potter! I will have you exp—AHHHHH!"
Dolores Umbridge screamed in agony, a blood-curdling announcement of the indescribable pain. It was as if she could feel the marrow in her bones begin to melt, fire spreading through her joints, yet at the same time, she felt as if frostbite was creeping through her veins as her blood ran cold.
Harry ignored her screaming for a moment and looked around the horrendous pink monstrosity that was her office. It was too much pink and too many kittens, who were all frozen in place, courtesy of Harry.
He ended the torture spell on Umbridge and turned to her. She was trembling from head to toe. Harry wondered what would happen to Umbridge if he tried the cruciatus on her, given she was shaking so badly after a much milder torture curse that he had just put her under.
"I-I w-will have you e-expelled Potter! I-I will s-see you in A-Azkaban."
Harry tutted and reapplied the torture curse on her, making her scream in agony once more. He held it for half a minute before ending it.
"Now, Dolores, this was nothing personal till you passed the decree this morning forcing me to attend the sham of your class and proclaiming I spread… evil, nasty, attention-seeking lies. Those were your words, weren't they, Dolores?"
Umbridge kept shaking in her seat, trying to say something but failed to.
"Now, let me make one thing very clear. Despite whatever your beloved Cornelius says, Voldemort has returned. Deny it all you want, but when Voldemort comes out… remember, I will make you all pay for each slander you threw at me. You and your precious minister will be tried for treason and executed. Understand this Umbridge, the ministry is a mere bug when competing with the likes of myself, Dumbledore, and Voldemort. If you go against us, we will crush you like an annoying bug which you are."
Harry walked around the table as he talked while simultaneously inspecting the office. So far, he had hardly seen anything of note that he had not expected.
"I will tell this to Cornelius! He will have you in front of the Wizengamot and throw you into Azkaban for this, Potter!" Umbridge shouted gleefully despite her position. "The authors would likely be on their way to arrest you!"
"Through your cat portraits which act as communication through the castle and to the ministry? Or the device under your desk that you just pressed, calling for help?" Harry asked with a smirk, enjoying as Umbridge paled.
"Yes, I know about those. I disabled them long before I started torturing you. The recording orb fitted in your handbag was also a good way to gather any proof if I did something, but I caught it and disabled it as well. So, no one is coming and you are at my mercy now."
Umbridge turned white as a sheet.
"W-what d-do you want from me?"
"Well, your cooperation is appreciated but actually unneeded. But, since you are cooperating, tell me, why did Fudge send you here?"
"He was unhappy at how things were being run at Hogwarts. So, he sent me to inspect it and take the necessary steps- AHHHH!"
Umbridge screamed again as she felt every bone in her arms break.
"I tried to give you a chance. Now, I will take what I need." Harry said slowly before pointing his wand at her. "Legilimens"
Harry was met with a mild resistance moments before he overpowered it and dwelled it in the mind of the vile woman. Immediately her surface thoughts were felt by Harry first along with her feelings. Her feelings were dominated by that of agony and a grim satisfaction. And, she was planning to expose Harry to Fudge and have him kissed as soon as he left the room
Harry smirked. As if he would let the bitch remember the interrogation and torture.
He dwelled deeper, searching further. Her memories flashed into his mind.
She and Fudge were sitting in the office for the minister of magic.
"Dolores, we need to do something about the Potter boy. I already got Dumbledore ousted from his positions. But there is nothing I can do to touch Potter as his positions are hereditary."
"Minister, we can send dementors after the boy."
Fudge shook his head, "I am not assassinating the boy, Dolores. And he is proficient in the Patronus charm as well."
"You misunderstand me, Minister. I am suggesting that once dementors attack Potter, he will defend himself using the Patronus charm. Then we can accuse him of underage sorcery and breaking the statute of secrecy. Have him tried in front of the Wizengamot and expel him from Hogwarts."
Fudge's eyes gleamed. "A brilliant idea Dolores. Expelling Potter from Hogwarts and trying him for a crime in front of the Wizengamot. It will cut his education off and reduce his influence in the Wizengamot. We'll even be able to snap his wand as the offense to underage sorcery dic…" Fudge trailed off, his face cycling through a storm of emotions.
"What happened, minister?"
"I just remembered that I have signed him a permit to do magic outside Hogwarts," Fudge whispered with horror. "If we… no, no, no! We cannot go down with this plan, Dolores. Potter will destroy us in the Wizengamot and he will not even bring up the dementor story."
"Then what should we do, minister?"
"We will do something, Dolores. We will find a way to stop Dumbledore and his schemes."
"Of course, minister."
The memory ended and Harry narrowed his eyes. The bitch had planned to send dementors after him and have him stand on trial… A part of him wished that they had gone ahead with the ridiculous. He would have loved destroying them at the trial.
He took a deep breath and looked back at Umbridge, who had her eyes clenched shut as she made noises of pain. Harry jabbed his wand at her and she became completely still with her eyes wide open, intending to get all the information out of her before leaving.
"Legilimens"
9th September 1995
Headmaster's office, Hogwarts
Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office, going through a book on soul magic, intending to research more about Voldemort's Horcruxes. It was a troubling book indeed. To think magic could be used in such abhorrent ways…
That was when the hairs on the back of his hand stood up as he felt a wave of magic, which he was innately familiar with… Harry Potter's magic.
The device next to his desk beeped signifying that the gargoyle had just been opened. A second later, the door to his office banged open with tremendous force and an enraged Harry stormed in.
"We are going to make her suffer the worst fates possible!" He raged without preamble as his magic flared. "I am going to make that bitch—"
"Harry, calm down! Take a deep breath and tell me what happened."
"Umbridge intends to torture students with BLOOD QUILLS!"
"What?" Dumbledore asked incredulously.
"You heard me, professor. She has brought blood quills that she would give to students… muggleborns whom she puts in detention. She has planned it. To make them suffer as they won't know it is illegal, and even if they do, they can hardly do anything about it!"
Immediately, Harry staggered back, despite his firm stand, as he felt a wave of magic emitting from Dumbledore who had risen from his seat, his eyes glowing dangerously. Sparks of fire were emitting from his fingers. The aura was so great that Harry was finding it difficult to breathe.
"Are you sure?" He growled in a whisper, yet his voice echoed off the walls of the office.
Harry calmed himself using Occlumency. Dumbledore's anger wasn't directed at him. It was at Umbridge.
"Yes. I got it all through Legilimency," Harry stated.
That was all he needed to know as a second later, he apparated out of the office. Harry followed barely a second later, knowing where he was going.
As Harry appeared in Umbridge's office, he saw Umbridge being slammed violently onto the wall behind her desk. The chair Harry had left her on had splintered due to the force.
Thankfully, Harry had put a dormancy ward on all spying devices and portraits or they would have had the auror force on their hands in minutes.
Dumbledore dragged her up the wall a moment later, choking her with his magical power.
Unfortunately, Umbridge was too out of it to even feel anything due to the combined effects of torture, Legilimency, memory modification, and the plethora of curses that Harry had put her under.
"Professor!" Harry shouted, erecting a shield between him and Umbridge. The Shield was barely formed before it shattered. Dumbledore jabbed his wand and Umbridge was pulled forward before being slammed into the wall again.
Harry looked incredulously at him before erecting an even stronger shield. This time it shattered the connection, making Umbridge slump to the floor.
"Harry, don't interrupt me! I will eradicate her for harming my students!"
"Professor, respectfully that is a really bad idea."
"She has brought a LEVEL SIX ILLEGAL ARTIFACT in a school full of children, intending to use it on them. I cannot allow it!"
"I have ensured it won't happen, sir! I erased her memory of what blood quills are and put a ward on the secret compartment she had them in so it cannot be accessed by her. I also worked a few curses on her after torturing her."
"What all did you do?" Dumbledore asked, suppressing his fury.
"Well, first I tortured her using a few pain spells and then used Legilimency on her to extract information. After that, I stunned her and started weaving curses on her."
"What sort of curses?"
"The Egyptian Nightmare curse, the Hallucination curse, the bad luck curse… a spell straight from the Black family grimoire, the depression curse, the bone pain curse, the Greek pain increasing curse, the revulsion curse… so everyone around her dislikes her instantly."
"She does that by her mere presence, I believe," Dumbledore snorted.
"Well, that is not wrong but as you know… people will hate her even more. By the end of this month, people will hate her so much that they will be ready to openly rebel against her. And I will propose the idea of a defense group."
"But what about torturing students? I cannot allow her to be near my students, Harry!"
"I will monitor her detentions through house-elves. If anything goes wrong, I will apparate in at a moment's notice and stop it. We cannot kill her, sir. Not unless we want to lose Hogwarts completely and become criminals on the run."
Dumbledore took a few harsh breaths, calming himself. Harry gave him the time.
"I am still against letting her stay in this school."
"And I am against her presence in the world. Once I am done with her, she will be begging to go through the veil of death… which she would be on the verge of being thrown in anyways for her crimes against Britain along with her beloved Cornelius Fudge."
Dumbledore took a few moments before nodding slowly, "Alright, I will accept but I need to work a little on the curses you put on her. First, reverse your memory-erasing charm for blood quills."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Reverse the spell, Harry. I have a plan far more sinister than yours."
"...Alright," Harry said as he walked towards the prone form of the vile woman and pointed his wand towards her before reversing the memory charm he had placed on her.
The good thing about memory charms was that they were notoriously hard to break through without damaging the victim's mind beyond repair for someone other than the caster of the spell. The caster of the spell could easily reverse it if they knew what exactly was to be done.
"Oh, and Harry, show me her blood quills," Dumbledore added as Harry finished reversing the curse. He gave Dumbledore a skeptical look before walking to a nearby cat portrait and tapping his wand on it. The portrait swung open and Harry removed the black box stored in the secret compartment behind it before handing the box to Dumbledore.
With a tap of the elder wand, the box opened, revealing three black quills inside.
"These will have her in Azkaban for at least 3 years, given she hasn't used them yet. If she has… seventy-two years, given that we have definite proof."
Harry snorted, "If she had used it on me, she would be in for the kiss, Headmaster."
"Too true. Torturing a Lord of a Most Noble and Most ancient house who is also the heir to another will have her facing the dementor's kiss. So… why didn't you let her use it?"
"She wanted to use it against me badly but decided against it cause I was no naïve muggleborn. She knew if she used it on me, I would have her executed before she could say lies. No, she intended to make me write lines with a normal quill and put me in detention with filch henceforth or do something else."
Dumbledore hummed before nodding. "Now, I request you not to disturb me for a few minutes. This is delicate work."
Saying so, he began waving his wand over the quills one by one.
After nearly three minutes, he walked towards Umbridge, who was still slumped against the wall, and conjured a knife before making a cut on her palm and collecting the blood that flowed. Dumbledore healed it before walking back to the desk and dropping a few drops of her blood on each quill. He vanished the knife and chanted a binding spell, making the first quill glow blood red. He repeated it for the other two as well before stepping back with a sinister grin on his face.
"You… Bonded the quill to her?" Harry asked him with a frown.
"I did a variation of the binding. Despite whoever writes with it, the ink used will be her blood instead of the writers."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "That will just make her suspicious and stop the person from writing."
"Well, that is the fun part which I am going to do now," Dumbledore said before walking back to Umbridge and pointing his wand at her and waving it in complicated patterns. A moment later, a pale orange light shot from the wand and hit Umbridge. It was followed by a bright purple spell that he performed twice. Harry didn't recognize either of the spells.
"What did you do, sir?" Harry asked curiously as Dumbledore stepped back.
"Not here. Let us put everything back together again and talk in my office."
"Of course, sir," Harry said before waving his wand and levitating Umbridge off the floor as Dumbledore repaired the chair and the cracks on the wall which he had slammed Umbridge onto. Harry proceeded to cast healing spells on Umbridge so that she didn't wake up to a broken back and several injuries.
It took five minutes before Harry and Dumbledore left Umbridge in her office, leaving her in a position that would make someone think she had merely fallen asleep while working and erased all traces and evidence of their presence.
They appeared back in the Headmaster's office before taking a seat.
"So, what did you do to her?"
"You didn't recognize the spells I cast?"
"No, I didn't."
"Good, I would've been worried about what all you were reading up on if you had recognized those spells, especially the purple one. The first spell was a curse that would increase her fear of being caught multiple times after the deed has been done. It has been known to lead to several cases of suicides in the past. The second spell I performed was an… obscure variation of the imperious curse and a blood oath. Extremely finicky to cast and requires a lot of raw magical power. It has no known counter spell… at least to anyone who is not me. Not even the death of the caster can reverse it."
"Where did you even find it?" Harry asked with bewilderment. Such a spell in the hands of Voldemort or any other dark lord would wreak havoc across the globe.
"The only known mention of the spell is in ICW's archive of most forbidden magicks ever invented. All instructions to cast the magicks in the archive were destroyed by the mages of ICW back in 1722 and anything added to the list since then meets a similar fate."
"That didn't answer my question," Harry said dryly.
Dumbledore sighed, "You are not letting this go till I tell you. Very well, Nicholas Flamel taught it to me along with the counter to the spell in the last year of my apprenticeship. And no, I am not going to teach it to you, yet. I will after you become my apprentice next year."
"Fair enough… but what did you… order her to do?"
"It will prevent her from thinking of any other punishment for detention except making the students write lines and not stop even if she is in pain. She will not destroy any evidence of her doings. Also, she won't report it to anyone… namely, Cornelius."
"So, you are essentially making her torture herself every time she wants to put a muggleborn in detention?"
"Precisely."
"Are you sure you aren't secretly a dark lord or something?"
Dumbledore just chuckled in response.
AND... DONE! Hope you all like the fate Umbridge is going to suffer(her torment has just started btw)
A huge thanks to I_amaSWITCHbot for beta-ing this chapter for me.
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Ariadne Venegas: A good idea, but not something I am going to use. Umbridge's end is planned.
luis5224: I haven't really planned anything in that regard. First, let this arc end and then we'll see about the epilogue and stuff.
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