Chapter 39

Iris was late for her training. Though Edmund couldn't blame her as she had a detention with that toad bitch.

The despicable woman had somehow manage to rile Iris up and started an argument in her first class, fueled by Granger and Weasel. Iris was so riled up that she had loudly exclaimed that Voldemort had returned and she had seen him resurrect through a ritual.

Finally, Iris came through the door and immediately placed her book bag away. They had been meeting every night in the ROR. They couldn't spend the nights together since Iris' privilages as a champion were removed and she had to sleep in her dorm.

After sharing a quick kiss, Edmund created a few clones and Iris began her routine training. They were now practicing more lethal spells and adding more variety of spells belonging to different branches of magic into spell chains. Iris was progressing steadily and Edmund always sat aside, observing every move and analysing where she could improve.

But, this time there was something off in her movements.

Edmund narrowed his eyes and observed more closely. Iris' wand hand was shaking and it's back was red, a bit too red.

Edmund sniffed, there was faint smell of blood coming from Iris. He frowned and dispelled all the clones.

Iris turned around to look at him, confused as to why he had ended the session.

Edmund swiflty moved towards her and grabbed her wrist. He brought her hand closer to his eye level while Iris hissed in pain. Edmund's blood began to boil when he saw the words etched into her hand.

'I must not tell lies.'

"Umbridge did this... didn't she?" Edmund asked in a hushed voice.

And right now Edmund was absolutely pissed.

"Come on, let me heal you."

Edmund kept an impassive face as he healed her hand, managing to prevent her hand from getting scarred.

"You should rest now Iris. You've had a long day."

Iris stared at him for a long minute. She knew what was on his mind and it frustrated her that she couldn't do anything about it. She hugged him tightly and whispered, "Just.... don't get caught."

"Never."

Enough was enough. It was time to take out the trash.

(ROTS)

Umbridge was drinking her tea and doing her usual paperwork. She was feeling smug, thinking that she had put that stupid half blood girl down a peg. Served her right for saying things against the minister. The dark lord back from the dead? People didn't just come back from the dead. It was a ridiculous belief.

A hand appeared from beside her and grabbed her by the throat. Before she could see who the attacker was, she was pushed against the wall, the hand still choking her as she struggled to get free.

A sudden sense of mortal danger invaded her mind. It was suffocating and being choked was adding to it's effect. Her heart was racing at dangerous levels. She wanted to scream and ask for help. But she was out of breath. She cried and tried to ask for mercy. The hand's grasp was so strong that she couldn't even turn her neck to see who had attacked her.

Then, orange fur began to appear on the arm attached the hand. A towering monstrosity entered her field of vision. Long ears, huge sharp canines, large tails violently swishing and destroying her office and those eyes and those red glowing eyes piercing her very soul. (A/N: He's channeling kyuubi's chakra, so red eyes. I don't want to see any comments saying, *Hey you said they were blue!*).

The monster began opening it's mouth as the feeling of fear intensified, so much so that she could feel her heart give up.

It opened it's mouth wide and brought it close to her face and then it roared.

A dreadful scream escaped from her mouth and then her throat tore apart from inside and her heart exploded. Her eyes popped out of their sockets and her brain degraded in her skull.

Dolores Jane Umbridge was dead, died by screaming out of immense fear.

(ROTS)

Cornelius Fudge was drinking down his worries. Day by day he was getting more paranoid that Dumbledore was trying to cause civil unrest and get him ousted by the wizengamot.

With the help of Lord Malfoy, bless the man's pure soul, he had been able to remove Dumbledore from his Chief Warlock post, thus clipping the man's wings. But he still held a lot of power and influence on the young minds of students. So he had sent his most trusted employee to Hogwarts to keep a check on Dumbledore's moves.

If only that Potter girl was expelled. Fudge had worked really hard over the summer to throw mud at her name. But she was saved by that new Lordling Whirlpool. What could kid like that Whirlpool do anyway? Lord Malfoy was on bad terms with that boy and Fudge had been looking for some way to get back at Edmund.

Fudge downed another glass of firewhisky. He felt a tap on his shoulder. His head snapped backwards to look what it was but saw nothing.

He suddenly became conscious of the silence in his office. It was too quiet. Perhaps the nerves were getting him somehow. He needed another glass of alcohol.

But when he turned around to pour himself another glass of firewhisky, he immediately stopped. In front of him stood a masked figure. It's red eyes glowing eerily. Fudge was about to point his wand at the figure when he felt immense pain originating from his abdomen. It was expernal but then it turned visceral. Looking down he saw the figure's hand inside his abdomen, pulling out his entrails.

Fudge screamed in pain and tried to fight back. But before he could muster enough strength to attack back, the figure conjured a knife and decapitated him.

(ROTS)

The wizarding world was in turmoil. Many were now beginning to believe the words of a girl they had slandered mercilessly over the past months.

The signs were visible.

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had quite possibly returned from the dead because the dark mark had appeared in the sky above Hogwarts and the Ministry, filling dread into the hearts of the people of Wizarding world.

His guts were used to spell terror on the bloody walls of his office.

'For the Dark Lord.'

(ROTS)

A/N: I think it was a good chapter. Obviously I would think it is. If I didn't I wouldn't have released it. Tell me if you liked it or... not. Thanks for reading.