Hey! This is a little fun story that I just thought up. Let me know what you think?

I don't own HP

"Hem, hem," Harry sighed in Umbridge's simpering sweet voice.

He let out a barely audible cough that rivaled Umbridge's in his career choice talk.

"Hem, hem. Excuse me, Ms. Dolores Umbitch? May you turn to speak with me for just a moment?"

Umbridge had slightly widened eyes as she slowly turned to face Harry Potter- the brat.

"Hem, hem- hello, Dolores... I'm afraid, well, I'm afraid that I am under the order to take you to your holding cell until your trial." Harry made a face of fake horror with buldged eyes.

"Yes... So silly of me, yes, of course, it is by rule..." Harry went on, talking exactly like Umbridge. He could see Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville grinning like maniacs to his left, Kingsley was holding Robards back so Harry could have his fun.

"You can't," Umbridge snarled, her toad-like mouth flabbing with the force.

"Well, actually, I am under strict orders by the minister himself, Kingsley Shaklebolt, ah yes, the minister- and Gawain Robards, which I am sure you are aware, is head auror? Well, moving on, where was I?

"Indeed, I'm under strict order by the two wonderful, strong and powerful men." Harry was still in his sickly sweet voice that sounded scarcely like Umbridge. Harry gave the sickning laugh he hated so much, just like she would have done.

"So, Ms. Umbitch, I am genuinely saddened that I must take you to your cell in less than-" Harry looked at his watch. "six minutes."

"You don't have the right!" she stepped forward threatningly, she seemed not to have relised Harry was now a foot and a half taller than her.

"You mean the right that the two high ranked men over in the corner gave me? Well," Harry squeaked, surprising still in her pitched voice, he let out a simpering laugh.

"As an auror, I have that right without the minister or head auror." Harry grinned. "But I must remember to ask- how did I become an auror?

"With my horrible marks? My criminal record? My god!" Harry squeaked. "The ministry would never employ me!"

Harry's friends were stifling laughs now and Kingsley and Robards were grinning happily at how well Harry was doing.

"Not unless- not unless we have a different minister- OH! We do, though, Umbitch, don't we? Why is that?

"Oh right, BECAUSE FUDGE WAS AN IDIOT!" Harry said forcefully, his Umbridge voice finally showed a crack, he regain himself and went on in the girly voice.

"So, Umbitch, you are under arrest for illegal interigation, child and student abuse, and three other specific illegal activities," Harry told her, in his own voice so he could have the pleasure of arresting the squat toad in front of him.

"Would you like to share the honors?" Harry asked Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville. The group stepped forward eagerly.

They all had a hand on the muggle hand cuffs the department used. And with a click, they had closed the cuffs around Umbridge's thick wrist.

These little muggle objects had just made Harry's day.