Part VII:

Cornelius Fudge sighed when he peered through the window at St. Mungos. He never thought it would end this day, for Dolores, poor Dolores, she really didn't deserve this. Fudge realized how much his hands had been tied regarding Potter. More evidence came through which indicated the boy might have in fact been telling the truth regarding the return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Fudge wouldn't admit it out right, to be fair. He knew it would be very bad if he did admit something along those lines out right.

The healers left the room where Umbridge had been kept for observation. Fudge wished he had insisted more she had pulled out while the getting had been good. Unfortunately, Dolores's pride proved to be a rather hard downfall.

"How is she?" Fudge asked.

"She's…not exactly mentally stable right now," one of the healers said.

"Yes, of course," Cornelius said. "It would be for the best if she's kept isolated and heavily medicated….we wouldn't want her to….we wouldn't want her to become a danger to herself and others."

Cornelius Fudge allowed a lot of things to be swept underneath the rug. One thing he had been forced to acknowledge was the confession Umbridge made. She blurted out, perhaps under duress, she sent the Dementors after Harry Potter. Amelia Bones believed her to be telling the truth.

Fudge worked hard to cover up the fact two Dementors had been missing from their post on the night Potter performed the Patronus which caused this entire mess to start rolling down. He never expected Dolores to be the one who would blow up this entire mess.

"Make sure she never leaves this room," Fudge said. "She's….well we don't want her to hurt anyone, do we?"

Everyone involved kept their eyes locked onto Fudge. One could almost read between the lines with what Fudge had said. He did not want Dolores Umbridge to say anything.

"The Ministry will ensure your donation is available in the morning," Fudge said. "I have some work to do, you all have a pleasant day."

Fudge looked towards the window and peered into the room to see Umbridge. Umbridge rocked back and forth, she clutched an object in her hand which she would not part with.

'A real pity.'

The Minister hated to do this. He had no real choice other than to do this. He turned his back and walked towards the nearest exit. He left Dolores Umbridge in the midst of her insanity. The woman started to rock back and forth, cradling an object in his hand.

"You thought you could get away with this, couldn't you?" Umbridge asked. "Didn't you, Potter? Oh, I finally have you now, you little brat!"

Umbridge wrapped her hands around the throat of the velvet Harry Potter doll she had swiped from one of the children on her way here. Little girls should not be allowed to hold onto false idols. Umbridge tightened her grip around the doll.

"Yes, yes, yes, Potter!" Umbridge yelled. "You're now going to be punished! How do you like that, Potter?"

Umbridge bit down onto the doll's head in an attempt to rip it off. She frothed at the mouth with her anger. The moment she finished ripping into the doll, the Healers made their way down.

"No, stand back!" Umbridge yelled. "There will be justice! I will have order."

"Yes, Madam Umbridge, we have a huge heaping helping of justice for you right here," one of the Healers said.

Umbridge's gaze raised up and she saw the Healers approaching her with a large needle. She blanched when the healers resembled shifted into three laughing versions of Harry Potter.

"Time to take your medicine, Dolores!" Harry said with a wicked laughter.

"No, no, no," Umbridge yelled. "You'll pay…..you'll pay for ruining me, Potter….HANDS OFF ME, POTTER!"

The two versions of Harry Potter grabbed Umbridge by the arms. The third injected enough sedative in her neck to stop a troll in its tracks. Umbridge's gaze went over and drool started to drip from the side of her mouth. Her entire body shuddered underneath the sedative.

"We're going to have to prep her for the procedure," one of the Healers said. "She's lost it."

The doll finally detached from Umbridge's hand. The little girl would need her doll back.

X-X-X

The latest Daily Prophet headline indicated the fact Fudge had been under investigation and may be on his way out as Minister of Magic. Also, buried in the news was the fact the Department of Magical Law Enforcement started to look more seriously into the claims Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore made regarding Voldemort returning last summer.

'Only took them long enough to extract their heads from their backside,' Harry thought. 'Better late than never.'

Amelia Bones assigned a rotating group of senior and retired Aurors to take control of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes until a new teacher could be located. One of them happened to be one Mad-Eye Moody. The real one this time, as far as Harry could tell.

'Yep, real deal.'

Harry checked the Marauder's Map and verified it had been Moody. Harry, on the other hand, smiled when he looked at Educational Decree Number Fifty. His final gift to Hogwarts, and his final gift to Albus Dumbledore to thank him for allowing him the honor of staying at the Dursleys for all of those years.

"From this day forward, the office of the Minister of Magic is forbidden from meddling in the education of the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. No one who has or has ever held a high ranking position of power in the magical government is permitted to work at Hogwarts whether it be Teacher, Head, or otherwise. Signed, Harry James Potter, Acting High Inquisitor."

Harry had a couple of loose ends to tie up, but for now, he left Hogwarts as the founders intended it.

He made his way outside and smiled.

The sun shined, and Umbridge had been banished from Hogwarts, it was a beautiful day. Harry mentally put the finishing touches on his plan to take care of the Dark Lord problem, and he would be off.

"It's ready, isn't it?" Harry asked.

"Yes, it's designed to hold some of the worst criminals in the universe, so it should hold him, until we track down all of his soul jars."

"Excellent," Harry said.

"So, ready to leave this world behind?"

Harry smiled at his heroine. "Yes, Kara."

The End.