Narrator's POV

Dolores Jane Umbridge lived in a small apartment on Diagon Alley.

The walls were a hot pink with a white trim, most objects were light pink, and several cats walked around.

On this night, Dolores sat on a pink arm-chair, mug of coffee and the newest Daily Prophet in hand, and the Slytherin Locket around her neck.

As she read the newspaper, she heard one of her cats whimper in fear, but ignored it.

Suddenly, several masked figures that she quickly recognized as Death Eaters rendered her unconscious and apparated away.

***

Dolores woke up chained to a wall in her home.

Once she woke up, two figures walked into the room: the taller one she recognized as Lord Voldemort and the second was...Harry Potter?

What the hell was he doing here?

"So this is the infamous Umbridge I've heard so much about." Tom said

"I told you she looked like a toad, Tom." Harry laughed

"But...but you're dead." Dolores whimpered to Tom

"You're right, Harry, hideous and stupid." Tom said, ignoring Dolores comment

"What are you doing here, Potter?" Dolores asked, fear in her eyes

"Why wouldn't I be with my soulmate?" Harry replied as Dolores' mouth widened in shock

Tom caressed Harry's cheek, then removed the Slytherin Locket from Dolores' neck and put it back around Harry's.

Tom then pulled out a dagger, slid it down Dolores' cheek and growled, "Do not touch what is mine."

Neither Harry nor Dolores knew whether he was referring to the Horcrux or Harry.

"What do you think we should do with her, my love?" Tom asked Harry

Dolores pleaded with Harry, but was ignored.

"I think we should give her a taste of her own medicine." Harry replied

"And what would you suggest, sweetheart?"

"Maybe we could make her too insane to function like the Longbottoms-"

Umbridge screamed in horror.

"-or we could make her used the bloodquills she forced students in detention to use-"

Umbridge still screamed.

"-or we could just torture her to death."

"Well, if we used the bloodquills, we could easily make it look like a suicide." Tom said, "And it would be more satisfying to watch."

"True." Harry said

"This, my darling, is where we get to be creative." Tom said, "We can either have her write on her 'suicide' note on a sheet of parchment or we can have her write all over the room."

"Why not both?" Harry replied

To that, Tom cast "Imperio" on her and forced her to grab the bloodquill from Harry and write all around the room.

Then, Tom sat on a chair and pulled Harry onto his lap.

The bloodquill Tom enchanted would not just draw blood from the hand, but from everywhere on the body.

The couple watched Umbridge bleed out slowly, eventually going through all the blood in her body and died immediately.

***

A few hours later, Harry walked into Tom's office to see the older male stressing out.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked

"It's that damn prophecy, I can't see the double meaning." Tom replied, before whispering, "I was always horrible at Divination."

"The one about Weasel?" Harry asked

"No, that one's a complete forgery." Tom answered, "It's the one about the two if us."

"What does it say?" Harry asked, so Tom played to prophecy

"It's sounds pretty straightforward to me." Harry said

"These things always have a double meaning, love." Tom said, running his fingers through his hair

***

After last year as High Inquisitor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Dolores Umbridge returned to her position as Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic, a decision that left many questioning why she deserved it.

Madam Umbridge seemed to flow effortlessly back in to the ministry retaking her duties and working with many ministry personnel, but did she truly fit right back in?

As mentioned, there were questions about Madam Umbridge right to her position, but there were also many who wondered if, after such a spectacular failure, she was up to performing her duties to the best of her abilities and ensuring our nation was run correctly.

And they were right to question!

It seems that, after her return, Madam Umbridge decided to focus all of her attentions on, not helping our nation, but slandering and restricting many of the ancient magical creatures sacred to our world: centaurs, unicorns, thestrals, vampires and werewolves felt her wrath and nothing was done to stop her.

But her conscious was not as dead as she made it seem and Madam Umbridge could no longer take her guilt and last night, she took her own life.

There was no note, but there was a message that she left that made it clear she knew she had done wrong with: I don't deserve to live.

If someone of such a position could be allowed to run amok with our world and no one stopped her, what else has the ministry allowed to go through without the public knowing?

There are many questions mounting up about our government and now the Senior Undersecretary?

Just how far does this corruption go and will our ministry ever have what is in the interest of its people over its gold?