Chapter 45 - Death of Umbridge

A week after the ritual was completed, Harry was currently sitting in Dumbledore's cottage drinking tea with the aged wizard. Daphne headed home the following morning and the two men decided to relax away from Hogwarts.

"So Harry forgive this old man's curiosity but now that one of your biggest goals has been completed. What do you plan to do now." Dumbledore asked as he sipped his tea.

Thinking for a moment, "Hobbies for the most part and investigating who owned that laboratory in the Forbidden Forest. Maybe prank the Weasley a bit more and get my Godfather free."

Nodding so slightly Dumbledore stroked his beard in thought. "Have you given any thoughts of graduating this year?"

"I have actually and I decided to do it next year if the triwizards is still on."

"It is still in the works I believe so it is as far as I know." Dumbledore nodded. "So how are your dragonballs coming along?"

Smiling as he pulled out a bag, Harry sat it on the table and opened it. A bright orange orb rolled out and had a slight eternal glow to it. However there was no red star inside alongside some uneven edges.

"While it still needs a bit of work and fine tuning it is coming along pretty well I say. I believe my ratio is a bit off with the glow worms and magnets rocks."

Picking the ball off the table Dumbledore studied for a few moments. "I believe you also need a harder rock. Some of the materials weakened it."

To demonstrate his points Dumbledore hand lightly squeezed the ball. Like a toy the ball deformed as it popped out between his fingers. However as he released the pressure, the orb quickly returned to normal.

"Yeah, now it's like a stress ball." Harry agreed.

"Recently I learned that another village has been destroyed. This time however bodies were drained of their youth and blood. The Aurors believe it is the same culprit as last time."

"With all abilities and combinations of different magical beasts which include vampire blood as far as I know. It may require blood and 'youth' to balance the conflict between the bloods." Harry hummed. "Were there any survivors so we may have a description of the culprits."

"There were a couple I believe but Fudge quickly had their memories erased due to being a squib and a muggle I believe."

"Of course he did." Harry sighed at the current minister ideals. If he says it doesn't exist it clearly doesn't despite the bodies and all the evidence saying otherwise.

In truth Minister Fudge may have had good intention at the beginning but once gold landed in his hand. He quickly strayed from his path and surrounded himself with those with bad ideals. His undersecretary clearly being one of them as she carries out hits in his name.

'I should get rid of Umbridge before she causes more trouble. Should I send an anonymous letter saying she has a dark object or just send a death curse?' Harry thought not really caring as he planned a person's death. To him, he couldn't picture Umbridge as a person but a beast that needs put down.

Humming in thought for a moment, a small grin formed as he found a perfected solution. Harry in the end decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. While brewing Moon Dew was out of the question, sending a werewolf to her wasn't.

'There is a small gang of werewolves and organizations that I had to end in the future up and running. So a small letter and a few gold coins are in order.' Harry thought with his future knowledge coming in handy once more.

"Should I ask what you are thinking about?"

"Probably not."

Dumbledore could only shake his head as the two continued drinking their tea.

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In a low key tavern in Knockturn Alley a man in his early thirties read a letter while slipping a small pouch into his robe. A grin couldn't be kept off his face as he finished reading. Standing up and leaving as his black robe drifted behind him. The man Apparition away after exiting.

Arriving at a warehouse the man rapidly walked inside straight passed two large men with bulging muscles. Both carried weapons around their waist and wore intimidating faces.

"Boss, we got a job."

"John, you don't need to shout!"

"But this is a huge job. Almost a hundred Galleons can be made in one go."

"Truly. What is the job?"

Tossing the letter on the table alongside the gold, a man in his late forties scanned it. Instead of smiling like the man he frowned.

"This is troubling, the full moon is in a few days." The man sat the letter down in thought for a moment. "Send Avery and Kyle to scope her house. While it slightly rushed we might be able to pull this off."

"You got it boss."

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A few days passed by since Harry sent the letter and he currently laid about in the dirt as the full moon rose overhead. He didn't have Katie there to play with so he was being lazy as he awaited the full moon to pass by. His thoughts however were wondering if that gang would be able to do it or not.

'Well the Daily Prophet will surely report it if it succeeds or fails.' Harry thought as he watched owls fly through the night sky hunting for their meals.

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While Harry was listlessly passing the night elsewhere it wasn't so peaceful. In Umbridge's house screams of terror could be heard as the woman in question panicked. When she woke up to get a glass of water, she looked out her window to see ten werewolves rapidly approaching.

Running to her fireplace she tried to leave or call for help but found her floo network disconnected. She forgot that she ordered her floo network to be upgraded for the quarter of the cost. Thus it was down at the time.

Bringing out her wand, she snarled as she heard her door break down as her wards she cast fell quickly.

"Bring it on mutts!" She screamed but her wand never fired a single spell. She was instantly tackled and mauled.

Her screams filled the night sky but across the country everyone unconsciously smiled. All feeling it will be a great day tomorrow.