Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines II

Molly Weasley- Umbridge (c)

Although from what you had heard of your nephew Harry, he ended up causing a lot of trouble at Hogwarts, but rarely did he ever get into a large amount of trouble. You weren't his legal guardian, having been a child when he was born but you cared about him far more than his guardians. When you received an owl to say that Harry had been given a detention, you instantly asked him about what happened and he mentioned what occurred him his punishment so you were certain that you needed to confront the teacher. Any caregiver of your nephew should be a responsible and caring person who would care for him but this one had forced him into torture, and you weren't going to stand for it.

You weren't an overly confrontational person so contacted Molly Weasley knowing that she deemed Harry as much her kin as he was yours. She was equally as outraged and the two of you made your way straight to Hogwarts to confront Dolores Umbridge with the knowledge of her sadistic punishments.

When you entered her office, she was sickly sweet, a clear façade and the two of you were prepared to break it down.

"You are here to discuss..." she paused to riffle through some paper. "Harry Potter, is it?"

"You know bloody well it is," you snapped, wishing you could lunge across the table and strangle her but not wishing to end up in Azkaban.

"I do not know what you mean," she said with a fake smile upon her lips.

"You used a torture device on my nephew for telling you fact, and let's not get onto your teaching methods, but that is a problem for another day," you retorted.

Molly rested a hand on your shoulder, telling you to take a back seat.

"We know you have the ministry in your pocket, but I doubt they'd be so willing to side with you if they knew you had invented your own quill to torture children in your care. I am also doubting that Harry is the only student you have used this on. Maybe we should speak with some other parents about this?" Molly said in an equally pleasant tone.

"Are you trying to threaten me?" Umbridge asked.

Molly shook her head, rising from her seat. She had a large bag that she had brought with her and dropped it upon the desk that was between the two of you and the evil woman.

"Oh no Professor," she smiled. "I haven't even started threatening you.

The woman opposite you seemed rather confused as Molly removed multiple muggle objects from her bag, raising a nail clipper and admiring it.

"My husband is rather fond of these muggle contraptions, and I have learnt that many of them work far better than any magic could. In the muggle world, a nail clipper isn't a conventional weapon but believe me you'll be crying for your mother when I'm done with you," Molly hissed.

You could see Umbridge become white in fear. Someone as sick and evil as her knew when she'd met her match and knew that Molly wasn't going to take any crap from her. Molly wouldn't have to hurt her but she put enough fear in the woman to set her straight for at least now.

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Written by Charlotte.

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