Crucio In It

Umbridge The Umbitch

She seemed to be talking herself into something. She was shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot, staring at Harry, beating her wand against her empty palm and breathing heavily. Harry felt horribly powerless without his own wand as he watched her. "You are forcing me, Potter. . . . I do not want to," said Umbridge, still moving restlessly on the spot, "but sometimes circumstances justify the use . . . I am sure the Minister will understand that I had no choice. . . ." 

Malfoy was watching her with a hungry expression on his face. "The Cruciatus Curse ought to loosen your tongue," said Umbridge quietly. "No!" shrieked Hermione. "Professor Umbridge — it's illegal" —but Umbridge took no notice. There was a nasty, eager, excited look on her face that Harry had never seen before. 

She raised her wand. "The Minister wouldn't want you to break the law, Professor Umbridge!" cried Hermione. "What Cornelius doesn't know won't hurt him," said Umbridge, who was now panting slightly as she pointed her wand at different parts of Harry's body in turn, apparently trying to decide what would hurt the most. 

"He never knew I ordered dementors after Potter last summer, but he was delighted to be given the chance to expel him, all the same. . . .""It was you?" gasped Harry. "You sent the dementors after me?" "Somebody had to act," breathed Umbridge, as her wand came to rest pointing directly at Harry's forehead. 

"They were all bleating about silencing you somehow — discrediting you — but I was the one who actually did something about it. . . . Only you wriggled out of that one, didn't you, Potter? Not today, though, not now . . ."And taking a deep breath, she cried, "Cruc —" 

"NO!" shouted Hermione in a cracked voice from behind Millicent Bulstrode. "No — Harry — Harry, we'll have to tell her!" 

"SILENCE!!!" Shouted Umbridge, Hermione unwillingly fell silent, then Umbridge roared "You bunch of fools, you think you can lure me away so you can escape? No." Harry gave Hermione's worried face a "I-will-be-all-right" look. "Now, you will tell me the truth, or face interrogation." Umbridge said, darkly. Hermione shot Harry a "Please-I-don't-want-you" look, even though she knew there was nothing she could do.

"Crucio!" Umbridge casted sternly. The entire D.A. cringed at the incantation. Harry collapsed to the ground, knocking the chair over, slashing and twicthing in agony. He felt as if he was getting vaporized in Snape's burn down potion, his bones on fire, his head splitting in two. He tried to contain the screams, but one leaked- and he lost control.

The Slytherins seemed as if they didn't like it as much as they thought they would. It was Draco's first time seeing someone being tortured. Hermione started tearing up- anyone, someone hear Harry- even Snape, get help. Ron just didn't know- Harry made it through all these years without even a sob, but just one curse can make him scream so horribly.

There was suddenly a bang on the door- Snape's voice: "You fool! Poppy should be here right in action! We must be ready to bring the boy to the hospital wing." Then, Ron heard Filch's voice: "Why? Severus, are you helping the boy? " Then Snape roared- "SILENCE!! Filch, you know that a kid is being tortured in there? And that Umbitch- sorry, Umbridge is doing it!" Snape had a very determined voice: "BOMBARDO MAXIMA!!" A huge explosion hit Umbridge's door. Umbridge was knocked back and fell on Malfoy's face.

Harry stopped screaming, but he was still quivering on the floor. "Potter! Hospital wing." Snape bellowed. Hermione and Ron dashed to Harry, but were freaked out when Snape yelled. "UMBITCH!! AZKABAN TONIGHT!! NO TRIAL!! Follow me now." 

"No. That's final." Said Umbridge's soft, evil voice. "Actually, Severus, according to dec-" "Incarceous!" Snape casted, an in a second, Umbridge was being dragged from a rope, screaming about Azkaban. "Harry, Harry, Harry!" Ron said, Harry responded weakly: "I-I'm fine R-Ron." 

"What on earth? How?" Madam Pomfrey asked, "Cruciatus. 5 minutes. Umbitc- oh, I mean Umbridge." Snape replied. McGonagall sped into the room- "What the hell-" "Umbitch. Cruciatus. Let her rot in Azkaban." McGonagall looked worried. "Potter, Potter, are you okay?" "I-I'm f-fine p-professor." Harry stuttered, still having the aches of the curse upon him.