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Chapter 20
The first week after the challenge was surprisingly uneventful for Harry. He had expected someone to rake him over the coals for what he was doing, whether it was Umbridge herself, Professors Babbling or McGonagall, or even possibly an Auror from the Ministry of Magic. However, not even Snape had taken the opportunity to call him an attention-seeking glory hound. The closest anything had gotten was a note from Umbridge to Hermione, where she tried to give Hermione more detention because she had skipped every detention since she was forced to use a blood quill. But a quick meeting with Professor Babbling,, followed by a slightly longer one with Professor McGonagall, had resulted in Umbridge being banned from all contact with the students until such time as an investigation was finished.
It was technically illegal for a headteacher to interfere with the school inspector, but as the Prophet was printing stories about Umbridge abusing the position of the school inspector, there wasn't anybody who was going to say or do anything to stop her. From what Harry had heard, the school governors were trying to remove her from the castle, but the Minister of Magic was dragging his feet while he tried to work out what would be the best move for him to make. Harry had thought it was odd the minister didn't just pin everything on Umbridge and distance himself from her, but Fleur (with her father in the French ministry) had said that Umbridge was probably well placed to know were all the metaphorical bodies Fudge had buried were, and he was afraid that if he hung her out to dry she would do the same to him.
Sirius was still handling the negotiations with Macnair. Umbridge had increased her settlement offer, but Harry and Hermione had both agreed to reject every one of them, so now Harry was going with Sirius for the final meeting. Umbridge would have one last opportunity to try and make amends and have Harry call off the duel, but if that failed then it was going to be a meeting where the terms of the duel were declared. The meeting was being held in Gringotts at the insistence of the arbiter, which was fine by Harry as it was a solid choice for neutral ground and easy enough to get to. Given that the Ministry was in charge of the Floo network and Harry was still keeping his ability to step (the Potter version of apparition he had been born with) quiet, in a fit of paranoia that would have made Professor Moody proud Harry and Sirius were taking the Knight Bus to London. Not that Harry thought Flooing was dangerous, but he wouldn't have put it past Umbridge to have arranged for him to be shunted out the wrong Floo that would also conveniently then go down for maintenance. It would have meant Harry was a no-show for the meeting, which meant he would have been fined by the arbiter and lost any good faith he may have had.
Eventually, Sirius and Harry, both dressed in formal robes, stepped off the bus in front of the Leaky Cauldron looking slightly green. "I think I prefer international portkeys," grumbled Sirius.
"Nope, international portkeys are worse, for me at least," Harry added, knowing that his family gift made all other types of teleportation magic a worse experience for him.
They walked through the pub, out the back, and into the alley, which was the least crowded Harry had ever seen. It was after five on a weekday, so he wasn't surprised that at least half the shops were shut for the day. He didn't let himself get distracted by the displays and offers the shops that were still open displayed. Sirius's advice was that the more intimidating Harry looked the better. He didn't know if he pulled it off, but as he was on his way to meet with the toad of a woman who had hurt Hermione, he doubted that he had a smile on his face.
The bank loomed ahead of them, the white marble all the more ominous considering the reason they were there. The four goblin guards who watched the front of the bank eyed Harry and Sirius as they approached, and Harry was sure that they had singled them out as potential troublemakers. He even thought he saw two of them shift their grips on their weapons a little, and given the reputation of the goblins he hoped it was just his imagination. However, they weren't stopped from entering the bank. Sirius took them not to the queue for tellers but to another desk staffed by a rather bored-looking goblin with a sign over his booth labelled 'Other Services'. As there was no one else waiting for the goblin, Sirius just walked up to him and said, "Black and Potter here for our scheduled meeting with Bonesnapper."
The goblin nodded at them before saying, "Bonesnapper and your counterparts are waiting in meeting room one. I will summon a runner to guide you." The goblin disappeared out the back for a few minutes. Harry found it a little odd that Umbrage and Macnair were already there with Arbiter Bonesnapper, as the two of them were themselves five minutes early. How much of the goblins' time had Umbrige wasted? Harry wasn't well versed in goblin culture, but his betrothed was set to start working with them in a couple of months so he had done a little research. One thing everything he had read had agreed on was that wasting a goblin's time was never a good idea.
The goblin came back with another goblin with him. "This way," said the new goblin as he led them through the bank's legendary labyrinth. The meeting room was far easier to find than the manager's office Harry had visited before, and two minutes later they were knocking on an ornate large door with two minutes to go before their scheduled appointment.
The door opened and almost immediately a voice growled out, "About time. How long did you intend to keep us waiting?" It wasn't a goblin voice nor was it feminine, so even though Harry couldn't see into the room he assumed it was Macnair.
Once Harry walked in and saw only three people, he turned to the arbiter, as traditionally he wasn't supposed to speak directly to Umbridge or her second, and said. "Arbiter Bonesnapper. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. May the gold of your foes find its way to your vaults. I apologise for keeping you waiting, but I was informed that the meeting was scheduled for five-thirty and I didn't want to waste anyone's time. If there was an error on my part I humbly apologise."
The goblin gave Harry a thoughtful look and replied, "And may your foes lay vanished at your feet, Warlock Potter. You are not at fault for these two being made to wait nor the waste of my time. The time was set keeping in mind that you had educational commitments during the earlier parts of the day and knowing that it would be difficult for you to attend any earlier than this. If you and your second would like to be seated, we can begin."
Umbridge shot Bonesnapper a look over his reply to Harry giving a goblin greeting, and considering that Umbridge probably thought of herself as his foe then he could see why she wouldn't like it. But if Harry was honest he didn't see Umbridge as his foe, that was Voldemort. Umbridge was more a pest problem that needed sorting out before it caused any real damage. Harry did wonder how much Umbridge must have pissed off Bonesnapper for the goblin to have chosen that particular reply though.
Harry and Sirius took their seats on the opposite side of the table to Umbridge and her second, and once the two settled in Bonesnapper started the meeting almost exactly when it was scheduled to start. "We all know what this is about, so I won't waffle on. This meeting is the final preliminary before the duel, so Madam Umbridge if you still wish to settle this matter off the piste then this is your opportunity."
"Of course Arbiter. This matter has grown way out of proportion for such a small thing as a little discipline. However, I will be generous and will offer Warlock Potter fifteen thousand galleons in weregild. That should more than cover any damage to the girl," Umbridge said, clear from her tone that she had nothing but distaste for Harry, Hermione, and the arbiter.
"Well Mr Potter. You heard the offer, what do you say? Will fifteen thousand galleons be sufficient to satisfy your honour?" Bonesnapper asked.
"Arbiter Bonesnapper, I'm afraid not. To accept such a low offer would do nothing but put my lady in danger. How can anyone think she is protected when all it takes is such a small sum to buy off my honour? However, I am not unreasonable. I understand that more gold is not within Madam Umbridge's means, so I would make a counter proposal that is within her grasp. Fifteen thousand galleons, ten minutes of public questioning where she is bound by a suitable Unbreakable vow to answer all my questions with a full and complete truth as she understands it, an Unbreakable vow to never again work in the Ministry or politics of any level, a ten thousand word essay on why what Umbridge did was wrong written by her with a blood quill in a single evening, and a public apology to Miss Granger for what she suffered," Harry smiled as he finished listing his demands.
"Those demands are completely ridiculous. Who do you think you are, throwing your weight around like this? And for what, a dirty stinking animal that's also a mudbloo-"
"Silence!" Bonesnapper yelled, jumping to his feet. "All comments are to be addressed to me, if you try to speak to Mr. Potter directly again you will be fined one hundred galleons each time. Do I make myself clear?!"
Before Umbridge could say anything in reply, Harry was on his feet, fury evident on his face. Trying his best to keep his voice level, Harry said, "Arbiter Bonesnapper, I feel I need to retract my previous offer. Due to the continued insult to my betrothed and the complete lack of remorse from my opponent, I no longer believe that the differences between us can be resolved anywhere but the piste. I declare the insult so grate that not even all the gold in this bank would be enough to sate my honour and the honour of my lady, and I declare all negotiations over." Harry was gripping the edge of the table between them to keep from reaching for his wand so hard that his fingertips were bruising and he didn't even notice.
Bonesnapper looked Harry up and down and just gave him a nod. "I understand, Warlock Potter." He turned to the irate woman and her second who had a hand on her shoulder trying to keep her calm and said, "Madam Delores Umbridge. The negotiations have failed and the piste is the only option left open to you beside cowardice and shame. The choice of weapon is yours. You may choose to duel through force of will, by force of arms, or through force of magic. Choose."
"I choose magic of course. What self respecting witch would choose anything else?" Umbridge practically spat her words at the goblin.
"Very well," Bonesnapper said before he turned to Harry. "Warlock Potter, the choice of time and place is yours."
Harry had thought about this a few times and already had his answer prepared. "Saturday, one o'clock, Hogwarts Great Hall. I have already requested the time and location from the headmistress and she has agreed. Are these arrangements suitable to you, arbiter?"
"I see no problem with them, Warlock Potter. Madam Umbridge, do you have any reasonable reason to request a change of time or venue?" Bonesnapper said, sounding excited that he would get to see two humans fight. The rest of the meeting was about the reparations the loser would forfeit to the victor. Umbridge tried to claim the contents of Harry's vaults, as well as his house and its contents, but Bonesnapper put his foot down and outright refused. "Madam Umbridge, as I have already told you three times, the reparations gambled have to be of commensurate value. You don't have the ability to match the value of what equates to nearly all of Mr Potter's assets, so you can't demand so much."
It didn't help matters much that Harry's main demand of 'five questions to be answered fully and completely while under an Unbreakable vow of truth' couldn't easily be given a value in galleons. It depended too much on the questions Harry asked, if he asked Umbridge questions like what her favourite colour was, then the value would be pocket change. If he were instead to ask about Ministry secrets, then it was possible that Harry didn't have enough gold to cover an equivalent value.
In the end, Harry had to give Bonesnapper a list of possible questions so he could work out what an equivalent value would be, and it was settled that Harry's matching stake would be all his gold in Gringotts, which after the deal with Ollivander now sat at almost forty-five thousand galleons. Umbridge was distinctly unhappy with the fact she couldn't get Harry's house in Hogsmeade and its contents. Apparently, having a house in Hogsmeade was something of a status symbol. It wasn't as impressive as owning your own manor or large areas of land, but most wizards and witches made due with muggle homes or small apartments in places like Diagon Alley. Thus, living in a house in Hogsmeade was a symbol that Umbridge wanted.
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Harry was awake early the morning of the duel, he hadn't slept very well due to his nerves, despite Hermione doing her best to distract him. He was lying in bed in the Room of Requirement, one arm over a sleeping Hermione, as he went over his strategy again and again in his head. He had never seen Umbridge use magic before, she was more the type that yelled at others to make them do something for her rather than to doing it herself. That could mean that she wasn't a very good witch, and the records Hermione had found which showed Umbridge only had N.E.W.T.s in theoretical subjects (Runes, Arithmancy, and History of Magic) suggested just that. However, he couldn't count on that being the case, Crabbe and Goyle weren't exactly great at school but Harry was sure the two thugs/bodyguards had been taught at least a few offensive spells. Umbridge could just be hiding her talent.
It didn't help that Umbridge had been a judge for the Triwizard Tournament. She had literally sat there to watch how Harry used his magic in combat-like situations, and as such she was going to be well aware of his weaknesses. Harry had been focusing on undoing those problems ever since he had issued the challenge, but it was hard to know how successful he had been before he actually had the duel.
Hermione soon started to shift in her sleep in the way that told Harry she would soon be awake. Harry focused on trying to relax, as he didn't want to worry Hermione any more than she already was because he didn't appear confident. When she woke up, in the confusion of half sleep she forgot all about the duel and was just a naked young woman waking up in the arms of her equally naked boyfriend. Those few minutes were absolute bliss as she rolled over to face him and kissed him as if nothing was happening. Unfortunately, the perfect morning couldn't last, and as Hermione woke up her memories of what today meant floated up to the surface, and she was all business.
They had breakfast in the Room of Requirement, because Harry knew if he went down to the Great Hall to eat with everyone else then he would be swamped with people wanting to talk to him, everything from wishing him luck to wanting a full account of his strategy. It was easier to hide away in their own little corner away from everyone. Fleur also took the opportunity to mirror call in and wish him luck. She had tried to come to watch but hadn't been able to arrange a portkey back from Britain in time to make it to her Monday classes, and with it being her last year the professors were really piling on the pressure. Hermione had promised to mirror call Fleur during the duel so she could watch, but they all agreed it wasn't the same.
At half ten Harry and Hermione made their way to the entrance hall. As the challenger and the one who picked the time and place, it was on him to escort the arbiter to the site early, so that he could check the place and supervise the seating up of the piste. Plenty of challengers had trapped the venue beforehand in an attempt to gain an advantage, but the point of a formal duel was for it to be a fair fight, so arbiters now did an inspection of the area prior to the match. Harry hadn't done anything, of course, but he understood why Bonesnapper had to check.
Harry and Hermione met the goblin and showed him to the Great Hall, where Professor Flitwick was already unpacking the school piste. Harry hadn't seen it since the duelling club meeting in his second year, and he couldn't help but smile at the memory of Snape sending Lockhart flying down the room where he bounced a few times. When Hermione asked about his smile, he related it to her and added, "It's a pity that was also the day everyone turned on me for being a parselmouth, or it would have been a perfect memory."
Hermione gave him a look and said, "I would have thought that last night was a far better contender for being a perfect memory," teasingly reminding him of everything they had done the night before.
BoneSnapper was now talking animatedly to Flitwick in the goblin language as they worked on putting together the platform, so Harry and Hermione left them to it and returned to the Entrance Hall to wait for the others he knew would be coming. Sirius would of course be here as Harry's second, but there were also other witnesses. Soon, a second thestral-drawn carriage made its way up to the castle, and Harry's guests climbed out. First came Sirius, followed by Remus who held up a hand to help both Tonks and Amelia Bones down from the carriage. One of them must have cast a space expansion charm in the carriage, because Dan and Emma climbed out behind them.
Harry felt a lump in his throat seeing the two of them. A part of him was sure the instant he saw them that he was about to get yelled at for doing something reckless. The two of them had already expressed their opinion that challenging people to duels was a stupid idea in their letters. Not because they disagreed with Harry's reasons, protecting Hermione would be a good reason to destroy half the country as far as they were concerned, and destroying the other half to keep Harry safe was a close second. That was the problem, Harry had chosen a formal duel, which meant a fair fight and they were worried Harry would be hurt.
Harry needn't have worried, as soon as Emma finished giving Hermione a hug she pulled Harry into one as well. "Are you ready to do this?" was the only question she asked. Once he was done being mothered by Emma, Sirius decided to pull Harry into a hug as well, mostly to embarrass Harry but also taking the opportunity to slip Harry a vial of potion and whisper low enough that no one else (except maybe Hermione) was able to hear him. "I was able to get it, but I hope you know what you're doing."
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The whole school seemed to be there to watch the duel. They were all seated on benches way back with a magical barrier separating them from any spells that could come flying their way, which also prevented them from interfering. There were three sets of VIP seats, one for Harry's supporters, one for Umbridge's, and one for official witnesses between them. Harry's supporters included Daphne, Tracey, Dan, Emma, Tonks, Hermione, and Fleur via the mirror. Umbridge had a few people Harry didn't recognise, but the interesting one was the neutrals. Most of the people there were the Hogwarts professors, but it also held Madam Bones, Rita Skeeter, Minister Fudge, and Albus Dumbledore.
That Fudge was sitting in the witness section rather than as a supporter of Umbridge was telling, given that Umbridge was still his undersecretary and he hadn't removed her from the school inspector position either. It would appear that the Minister was pulling for the toad but still didn't want to be seen with her. He also didn't seem to like that he had been seated right next to Ms. Skeeter, who was no doubt using the opportunity to ask the minister as many awkward questions as possible.
Harry stood at one end of the piste with Sirius, who was doing everything he could to get Harry in the right mind set. "Remember Harry, this is not the time to hesitate. Hard and fast, if you have any doubts just remember what she did to Hermione. Don't get bogged down too much in anything flashy, keep it quick and simple."
Sirius was babbling, but he had said the right thing: 'remember what she did to Hermione.' Harry felt less nervous as his determination and anger pushed aside the what ifs, and he was almost happy when Bonesnapper asked him if he was ready. He walked up the steps to his starting position as Sirius made his way to where he was to stand watching. Across from him Umbridge and Macnair did the same when asked if they were ready.
Once the two were in position, Bonesnapper held a metal disk to his throat and spoke with his voice amplified like he was using a Sonorus Charm. "This is a duel of honour, and as such is governed under the rules of the code of duelling, not by tournament rules. Unforgivable curses and curses that are strictly meant to kill will immediately see the user forfeit the match and face legal trouble for actual or attempted murder. The winning conditions are as follows. Out of bonds, classified as either duelist touching the floor outside of the piste; disarmed, clarified as the wand not being in its owner's hand for longer than five seconds; and loss of consciousness. Do you both understand these conditions?" He asked, looking at each of them in turn. They both replied that they did.
Harry examined Umbridge and took in what he could. She was once again dressed in all pink, but this time she was wearing duelling robes that looked brand new, just like he was. Sirius had insisted that if he was going to potentially appear on the front page of the Prophet in an attempt to look intimidating, then he would actually have to look the part. Harry had wanted to argue that it was the photos of Umbridge after the duel that would be intimidating, but it had felt childish to be contradictory for something so trivial.
Umbridge looked confident and even smirked when Bonesnapper had listed the victory conditions. Harry already knew what was missing, as normally the option to surrender was also there. He had actually been the one to ask Bonesnapper to leave out that particular condition, but judging by Umbridge's smirk she had done the same. It seems they each planned to make a spectacle of the other today.
BoneSnapper continued. "I will count down from three then say duel. As soon as I start saying the word duel, you are permitted to draw your wands and begin casting."
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
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"Duel!"
Harry whipped his wand out from his wrist holster and cast, "Scutumterraym!" There were three reasons he cast this spell first. One, it created a shield against whatever Umbridge's first spell was going to be. Two, it was a spell he couldn't cast last year and was an obvious weakness of his, and he wanted Umbridge to second guess any strategies she may have developed based around his weaknesses. Three, the big stone walls that were transfigured out of the ground created shrapnel when they were destroyed.
Unfortunately for Harry, while he had plans to destroy the wall himself, he hadn't planned for Umbridge to open with a Bombarda aimed at the floor near him. The wall took the hit and exploded towards Harry, who instinctively used a useful spell Hermione had found called "Oppugno" and flicked his wand at Umbridge to send all the rocks that used to be Harry's wall flying towards the squat pink toad. However, a quick Finite had all the rocks fall harmlessly to the floor before either of them were hit with any more than a few gravel sized pebbles. What it did do, however, was give Harry an opening. He had remembered the advice Hermione had gotten from Fleur last year when they were trying for the Triwizard, that "it's often better to use the wrong spell and have your opponent need to deal with something than it is to wait until you work out the perfect spell." The trick was to keep thinking about what you need while you're casting random spells.
Harry decided on a strategy that was often considered risky, but Umbridge was short and dumpy where Harry was wiry and athletic, even if he had more of a gymnasts build than a stronger muscle-like type. He started to walk up the piste towards Umbridge as he continued to cast spell after spell. The shorter the distance between them, the harder it would be for Umbridge to react in time to his spells, but any spells she got off would also be harder for him to dodge or counter. He was counting on his Quidditch training to give him the edge in dodging any spells that Umbridge may get off at him. In the meantime, Harry was chaining together spell after spell, just hoping for an opening while keeping Umbridge on the back foot. He shot stunners, fire, disarming charms, and even threw in a few prank spells such as Jelly Legs, Dancing Feet, and Belching Jinxes, so that he didn't fall into a predictable pattern.
Harry's opening finally came when he shot a sticking charm at Umbridge. She had caught it on her wand arm instead of countering it, thinking she could use it to prevent a loss by disarmament. However, the charm was more overpowered than she expected, and as Harry dodged to follow up the stunner she had cast at him he again cast "Oppugno," sending all the shrapnel that was scattered around them at Umbridge. She was able to stop some of it before it hit her, but the heavy rocks that made it through stuck to her and her clothes. Harry's spell was a planned overpowered spell that made Umbridge's entire body like super glue. The rocks started to weigh the Ministry toad down and she soon started to slow.
Harry kept dodging her spells, his Quidditch reflexes just keeping him just ahead of the spells. He launched more and more Oppugnos at Umbridge, and she slowly started to build up a layer of rocks on her. It got to the point where she was struggling to keep her arm raised with what had to have been a two-pound stone on her wrist. She couldn't even try to end Harry's sticking charm as she would have to give up on blocking whatever spell Harry tried to hit her with if she pointed her wand at herself.
With Umbridge slowing, Harry waited for his opportunity, which came when Umbridge tried to cast another spell at him but didn't have the physical energy to keep her arm pointed up at him. He instantly struck with what he had planned from the beginning. He hit the stones covering Umbridge with a Transfiguration spell, and all the stone seemed to liquefy for a second and flow together, encasing Umbridge from the neck down before it hardened again into solid stone. A simple Unbreaking charm and Umbridge was stuck as a living statue, unable to do anything.
He took a moment to catch his breath. Umbridge may not have been an amazing dueller, but dodging her spells for what was probably between one and two minutes had been enough to have him a little out of breath. "Now, I believe that the winning conditions are disarmed, out of bounds, and unconsciousness. Your wand is trapped in your hand, you are stuck in that stone shell so you're not leaving the piste. That just leaves unconsciousness, and I'm sure I can make sure you stay awake for what's coming," Harry said to Umbridge, who was for the first time in her life shocked into silence.
He made a much smaller wall next to Umbridge, and with a few waves of his wand transfigured it into a crude table. In a few years he would probably be able to conjure a table from nothing, but that was beyond his ability for the moment. Harry reached into his robes and drew out a number of potion vials that he placed slowly and deliberately on the table while looking at Umbridge. "Did you know when you were given the choice of 'weapon' that magic meant all forms of magic and not just wands? Potions, for example, are perfectly acceptable under the terms of the duel." Harry continued to lay out more items, which were two rolls of parchment and an ordinary mundane ball point pen.
Harry picked up the first sheet and held it up to Umbridge "This is a recreation of the lines you had my betrothed write in her own blood. I had Hermione recreate it in normal ink so I could work something out. As you can see, you made her write 'I need to learn to act my station' to fill two feet of parchment, which with Hermione's handwriting was one hundred and seventeen lines. Twenty-six letters in each line means you cut her over three thousand times." Harry's tone was cold enough to freeze the tropics at this point. "And you will suffer that same fate. I am going to stand here, and I'm going to cast over three thousand cutting charms at you. Don't worry, I have blood replenishing potions. You'll be awake the whole time and in no danger of dying."
"I surrender! I yield!" Umbridge yelled, only for Bonesnapper to shout out. "By the request of the challenged party Madam Delores Umbridge, yielding to your opponent was not included! The duel continues." The grin on the goblin's face was almost manic as he anticipated seeing Umbridge, one of the Ministry's most notorious anti-creature bigots, about to face the consequences of her actions. Umbridge kept protesting that they couldn't do this to her, but the fact that no-one was listening to her told a different story.
Harry smiled as well, but his smile didn't reach his eyes as he reached out to pick up one of the potion bottles and hold it up. "I'm not completely heartless though. You gave my betrothed an out, didn't you? You said she could refuse but you would leak her parents address to anti-muggleborn terrorists. Now I'm a better person than you, so I won't threaten the life of you or anyone you like to get out of this. You will just need to choose to drink this potion. It won't kill you, it will hurt a bit for a few moments but it will pass quickly. You'll even be able to walk out of here. Now I have rambled on enough, it's time to get on with it. Will you take your medicine like a good little toad?"
"Get away from me you filthy animal fucker!" Umbridge shouted at Harry as he held up the potion Sirius had slipped him that morning.
He did some quick Transfiguration to open up holes in the stone shell around Umbridge and then cast the first cutting charm. He was deliberately underpowering them, the opposite of what he had done when he shot the same spell at Voldemort, so the spells didn't even cut all the way through the skin. It still hurt though, and as a small trickle of blood trailed down the freshly exposed top half of Umbridge's left arm, Harry used the pen to cross off the first 'I' from the first line of 'I need to learn to act my station.' Harry did it again, and again, and again. Umbridge was screaming expletives and how she was going to make his life hell, but he ignored her. He didn't enjoy doing this, but it was about sending a statement to everyone that had set themselves against him. His family was off-limits.
Umbridge actually lasted shorter than Harry suspected. He hadn't expected to reach anywhere close to cut three thousand, but he had expected her to reach at least a tenth of the way there before she broke down and requested the potion. But Umbridge caved at 92 cuts, Harry hadn't even moved away from her left arm yet or had her take a blood replenishing potion. But with a few charms he forced Umbridge to drink the potion Sirius had brought him this morning: a Polyjuice potion with the hair of a Kneazle in it.
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