"Alright," he agreed hesitantly, figuring that mama's involvement was not enough to comfort him. He had to trust Ron, anxious as he was to reveal more of his murderous, apathetic tendencies and risk losing another friend. "Well, she's cursed with um… a thing to steal her magic, so it will take a while, and I want to send over all this quill stuff to the press beforehand."
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Ron passed on the message that Harry was appropriately repentant as well as explaining his current plan for Umbridge and his mental status. Luna was not in the mood to hear an apology, probably because most of the school was terrified of her at the moment. Ron had assured Harry that the three of them had a long conversation about it and that Harry just needed to give her more time.
So he avoided the library (and the girls) like the plague. He was incredibly worried that he had ruined everything, and that though along with the steady supply of calming potions, made the violent urges easier to manage. He did have a moment where he contemplated strangling Malfoy when he made yet another orphan joke, and he almost lit the restroom on fire after he'd been forced to wait in line for ages only to find the stall a mess and missing toilet paper. But he restrained himself.
In the interim, they waited for Dolores' health and sanity to drain further and the adults drafted an offical sounding blackmail letter to the Minister. Like all evil bureaucrats were wont to do, Umbridge had a horde of meticulous records full of shameless prejudiced rants from her office he'd collected, alongside her dubiously legal Educational Decrees and some of her Blood Quills.
All of this was sent out to the Daily Prophet and the Ministry.
Harry looked over the paper with pride. Hogwarts Education Overhaul's Head Inquisitor Caught Cursing Pureblood Students!
Well, the writing could have been better. The article was not concerned about Dolores' blatant disrespect for non-purebloods, in fact, Harry rather got the opinion that the paper agreed with her, but they did print the accusations all the same. It would be enough.
Speak of the devil - the Inquisitors came into breakfast, chattering amongst themselves. It was very early, without most students yet arriving to start their day, so Harry got an unobstructed view as the group of them tucked into their meals. Alabasandria, who had finished reading over the paper with a barely contained grin passed the copy down the table. All heads turned towards Umbridge once they'd finished reading. The Inquisitor before her, the old man, spit out his tea as he read, moving into a full belly laugh as he passed it down again to Dolores. Her face, already sickly pale, turned a lovely shade of red, then purple. Harry and Ron cackled like the little shits they were and high-fived.
"Dolores," Dumbledore turned towards her, his own newspaper clasped firmly in his hands. Rarely did the students have the honor to see him get this angry. "Shall we have a discussion in my office?"
Harry had never considered a career in acting before, but suddenly he felt a theatrical whimsy come over his body. Unable to resist the temptation this time, he tightened his control over the woman with a silent imperio and Umbridge puppeted his commands perfectly. She huffed and stood, her nose turned upwards in maximum snobbery despite her wobbly posture as her body was barely held together at this point.
"Now, now, Albus. There's no need to be heated. Don't you know who I am? My actions have been sanctioned by the Minister himself! You and your queerness have been tainting these good children. I have worked tirelessly to preserve proper, pureblood morals in this school. You should be thanking me!" Her voice rose in volume and pitch until she was angrily squeaking like a disgruntled gerbil.
Dumbledore had a look on his face like he was considering slapping her. Unluckily, he was stopped by an official-looking owl dropping a thin letter on the plate in front of her. It opened on its own, and the monotone voice of a woman echoed across the Hall.
"Madame Umbridge, Minister Fudge has asked you to return to the Ministry post-haste for a meeting. You are being recalled from your position at Hogwarts. If you do not present yourself within the hour, we will send aurors to collect you. Have a good day!"
Umbridge exploded in anger, Harry channeling Vernon Dursley in her loud fury. This was fun!
"You filthy little brats!" She barreled down to the student's tables, waving her finger about and spitting with rage. "I warned you what would happen if you tattled. Which one of you was it? Who was too proud to accept their discipline?" She screeched, looking over the Gryffindors. Quieter, she said, "I know those mudblood Ravenclaws would not be stupid enough to talk after their special punishment." There was a chorus of loud gasps from that table, and the second years clutched each other in fear.
Umbridge's face contorted in shock at her loud tone, a dainty hand swerving over her mouth.
The teachers stood from the table, wands drawn. Quicker than her instincts would have allowed had she been in control of her body, Umbridge pointed her wand at Hermione and pulled her out of her seat by her hair.
Hermione sent Harry an unimpressed glare. Harry gasped with all his hidden dramatic ability and wailed. "Hermione!" If looks could kill - honestly, couldn't she pretend to look terrified? He ignored his mama's warning look. He was not about to do anything stupid in front of a crowd.
"Not a move, none of you, or this girl will get it! I will not sit by and watch this school get tainted by those of inferior blood! I will not sit by and let my culture and my people be erased! Be discriminated against. It's an embarrassment that these things are allowed in public! Why -" Harry let her keep ranting, she had a host of pre-prepared derogatory speeches waiting in her mind. This next part required concentration. You see, there was one thing that the Imperius generally could not do and that is order the person to end their own life. There was an instinctual self-preservation that would not allow it. But Umbridge was near death, already partially controlled by the Freak in the Cupboard and -
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