The Walls Around Her Heart | Dolores Umbridge x Donald Trump

Chapter Two

Dolores Umbridge wanted revenge.

Granted, it has been years since her hatred for the wizarding world started to foster. But back then, she wouldn't have been able to do anything about it.

After Harry Potter defeated Voldemort, the wizarding world had changed. Hogwarts was back to its normal self with a new headmaster, the Ministry was doing checks on the new employees, and Dolores herself was shunned.

She had unknowingly hid one of the dark lord's Horcruxes, and rumors started that she had been involved with the dark lord. Although they didn't have real proof, these rumors got out of hand, and she was practically kicked out. Not really, but she didn't have anything she could do there.

The ministry would definitely not take her back, that's for sure. But all of these actions had made her want revenge on wizards and witches everywhere. She fled to America, but not the wizarding part of America. She hung around with muggles.

Her magic helped her out there. People would pay her to get jobs done, and no matter what hexes or curses she had casted, it couldn't be traced by the Ministry. Now, she had power again. With all the right connections, she could make it back to the society that had shunned her, and enact revenge.

America itself was a huge chance. She had to get used to the government system, which she found really annoying, but tolerable.

But her services were required, and this could be the breakthrough. She had been hired by the Trump Administration, which had a lot of influence.

She put on a dress, entirely pink. She said goodbye to her cats, all thirty of them. Dolores apparated to the building they would meet at, waiting.

She didn't know exactly what was going to be asked of her. All she knew was that it could be ridiculously crazy, considering all she has heard about the president.

The president, was a man who could be compared to a baby. He was very immature, had a short temper, and he was snobby. Personally, she had no idea how he became president. Although, she mused, she didn't have the right to judge. She's done some bad things in her past, and frankly, she couldn't care about what her clients have done.

She was in it for the money and the connections, not the people.

Then the doors opened, and a few men walked in, along with the man Dolores recognized as the president. Fake-tan, weird hair, and a pristine suit.

She really hoped he wasn't unbearable, or else she might find herself having the urge to throw the killing curse at him.