As everyone was still in the Great Hall looking at the pictures, Umbridge made her way to the gates, after she stopped in her office for just a second. The moment she stepped outside the gates, she apparated. She came to be in a very dark and dirty street, with mice and rats squeaking and skittering across the path. She looked up and saw an ancient warped sign saying "Narrowmoor" moving slowly back in forth in the autumn wind. Smiling widely, she walked down the way and passed several shops with a different assortment of things. Blood quills, burning necklaces and other forms of subtle means of torture.
She stopped at store where a large cauldron, that had something that looked like bloodstains on the side, sat beside the door. She entered the store and a cackle went through the store as the door opened. She looked about the room, cudgels with small spikes or knobs sitting along the wall, rows and rows of glass phials of liquids levitating in a glass case with large sign plastered on it saying 'DON'T DRINK'. A pale man came from the back of the store, carrying a tank of green liquid and knives hovering over it, the tips of the knives slightly submerged.
"Oh, good evening Delores, how'd those whips turn out?" said the man, laying the tank gently down on the counter.
"It worked out fine, he's not healing and its causing him pain every time he's moving." said Umbridge brightly.
"Good, good, is he remembering anything?" asked the man.
"....yes, he's starting to remember, is there something wrong with that?" said Umbridge, her smirk sliding off quickly.
"Yeah, not for you, but for him. If he remembers anymore, the pain will grow and grow until it may be more humane to just kill him outright. Your ex-lover must have some mentality strength about him. Now what can I do for you tonight?" he said adjusting the knives.
"I need you to brew a potion for me, this one." she said uncrumpling the parchment.
He took the parchment and looked it over. "Hmm...the Leechhold potion...that's a bit drastic for your 'ex' isn't it? You know what this will do don't you?"
"I do, and I cannot wait to see the look on his face, every time it takes effect." she said gleefully
"You are a sadist, aren’t' you?" said the man with a raised eyebrow. "Well, let me go brew it up, do you have what you need?"
"Yes, I do. I'll get everything ready on my end." she said. The man went towards the back of the store, Umbridge took out a small phial with a black strand of hair, took it out and wrapped it around a piece of black onyx. Out of a small pouch, she removed a single emerald and an snowy owl feather, she took out a white bit of string and tied the both of them to the onyx piece. She then took out another phial, this one held a thick red liquid. She poured the contents of the phial onto the oddly decorated onyx piece. She laid the onyx and all its additions on top of a black cushion and waved her thick wand over it, muttering quietly.
An hour or so later, the man came back with a small, bubbling black cauldron. He placed down in front of her.
"Alright, drop in what you've got. I already spoke the incantation. Be warned, there is no going back. Not even I can remove it." he warned.
Without a hesitation, before he even finished his warning, she dropped the contents of the cushion in the cauldron. It bubbled and frothed, then a thick bit of golden smoke bellowed out of the cauldron.
"That's strange, from what you said about your 'ex', the smoke should be as dark as the cauldron. Gold smoke, means..." his eyes widened in shock. "means....he's a.....kid....."
The smoke parted and it showed Harry's face, he was laughing in Sirius' arms and smiling brightly, laying in the bowl.
"That's....that's Harry Potter!" said the man, falling back against the wall of his shop.
