"What is society?"

Doleros Umbridge, as she sat in her office going over the papers that had been turned in for her last class, found her mind drifting. That was odd for her, as she prided herself on the fact that she didn't let her thoughts wander as so many others did. It was a sign of poor breeding if one could not maintain a laser-like focus on a task at hand. That wasn't to say that she blocked out what was going on around her, as that also was a sign that one was uncultured, being unable to perform a task while remaining lucid about what was happening in the greater world. It was a balance, the perfect balance, and one she prided herself in managing rather well.

And yet as she looked over the quizzes she'd assigned she couldn't stop herself from thinking back to the lecture she had attended decades ago when she was fresh out of Hogwarts. She had always known that she would join the Ministry… it was the only place for her, after all. Her parents had been utter failures when it came to establishing something for her to build upon, so taking over a family business or gym was out of the question. She had no desire to go running about the woods or traveling underground or riding the waves catching Pokémon just to battle them; not a single one of her Pokémon had been caught in the wild and she aimed to keep things that way. She purchased them from breeders, like a proper lady should. Why go running through the muck to catch a Pokémon she may or may not like (it could be ugly or weak or stubborn or refuse to conform to her lifestyle) when it was far easier and more productive to go onto a breeder's website, select the Pokémon she wanted? Gender, personality, temperament, all of this could be browsed and selected and for a fee provided. The proper way to handle Pokémon! And she certainly wasn't going to be some lowly clerk who spent her days dealing with sticky children or working in some office shuffling papers about.

She selected Mr. Nott's assignment and began to go over it with her answer key.

No, the Ministry had been the best option for her. But of course Hogwarts was sorely lacking when it came to preparing students for such opportunities (something she sought to correct with her time at the school). Perhaps if she wished to start off in a meaningless position she might have been able to get a job straight out of Hogwarts, even with her… less than stellar grades (the professors were so utterly biased, another thing she needed to fix) so after she had graduated she'd sought to better herself and her prospects and that involved attending seminars and lectures and the like in order to better fill out her resume. And at one of those workshops there had been a lecture by a sociologist, a Dr. Milton Barton, who had crystallized for Dolores exactly why the Ministry was so important.

"What is society? That is something that we must consider the answer to, for if we do not know what to say when posed that question how can we ever hope to run a region? Imagine, if you will, coming before a tribe of savages in some forgotten jungle. Stinking, filth covered men and women, naked save for a few scrapes of cloth. Ones who sit on the ground to eat their bugs and berries. Now think of how hard it would be for you to get them to bring you a chair if you couldn't properly describe what a chair was… something those unwashed heathens had never seen before. We face the same task when it comes to managing the workings of government. The people out there who waste their money on drinking and gambling and useless shiny things, they need us to raise them up, to pull them out of the muck they would be happy to stay in for all time. Yet how do we do that if we can't explain to them what it is we wish to accomplish?

"What is society? That is an important question because it separates us from beasts. It is what makes us the masters and all others the servants and pets. And therein lies the answer, for what society is happens to be just what those creatures lack if not for us, be they Pokemon or savages or the dregs of our region. Rules. Society is rules. They bring order to everything we do. Structure. They explain to the impulsive beings in the streets what they can and can't do. And without rules… society collapses."

Dolores had been utterly struck by that so simple and yet so deep epiphany and sought to live her life always following that golden tenet: society is built on rules and thus without rules there is chaos. And the stricter and more rigorous the rules the better… for if general rules create a general society then the firmer one made their rules the grander they made their society. Everyone understood their place and standing and knew just what they could and couldn't do. What they could hope for and what they should shove aside as fruitless dreaming. It was the job of the Ministry to create rules and restrictions so that their region was firmly controlled. The upper class was given their proper respect and the filth remained out of sight, kept down in the dirt where they belonged. And those in the middle saw the prize that might await their children or their children's children while also understanding just what awaited them if they shouldn't follow the rules and end up slipping right back into the very bottom of society's muck.

'And they have to be clear. Precise. Detailed.' She ran an X through a few of Mr. Nott's answers before checking the scoring scale and giving him an A-. 'People wonder why we have so many laws and regulations but they fail to realize that if we didn't do that the degenerates would run wild. They have to be told bluntly what they can and can't do… they lack basic understanding of how to act like a civilized person.' Selecting Mr. Malfoy's assignment she began to check his answers against her answer key. 'Worst, if they are allowed even an inch of space they will wiggle and squirm and find a way to do what they want then claim they followed the law. When they know they didn't.'

She scoffed at that. Dolores truly hated it when people thought they could use tricks and schemes to get what they desired, to go against what society had decided for them. She saw it all the time with children, when disobedience and defiance first began to take root. A child would beg their parent for something and even when told no they would continue to plead. And rather than do the proper thing and beat their child into submission they would make compromises. Compromises… the justifier's word for failure. If a parent had made their child truly fear stepping out of line at home they wouldn't dare do so in public. But parents failed to do that; worst, when Dolores pointed out how horrid they were at raising their little brats they had the gall to be offended! Offended! They should be thanking her for her help, in showing them a better way! The fact that she, a woman that had never had children, who never wanted children, could see their mistakes and the proper way to handle them while they remained ignorant should have been proof that they were doing things wrong!

But they didn't and as such their children came to Hogwarts filled with notions of rebellion and individuality, believing they could change the world. The world didn't need changing; it functioned quite fine on its own. They had been doing things as they had for hundreds of years… no need to alter things now. That is why they were called traditions! Because they were proper! But children didn't see that and they would try and argue about things. Claim there were 'different points of view' or 'alternate ways of seeing things'. No, there was the correct and proper way, the true way, and their demented rebellion and lies. Plan and simple.

'But that is the problem with Avalon,' she thought to herself as she continued going over Mr. Malfoy's assignment. 'We don't properly teach our children.' When she had arrived at Hogwarts she had gone over the requirements for teaching History and been horrified to find that they still assigning for the upper classmen essays as they majority of their assignments. Write three pages on how this battle affected this part of the region, why do you think Prime Minister Bagold did this, what was the defining moment in the 18th century in Avalon? Dolores had hoped that by this point that the education system in the region would have realized just how foolish and wrong it was to use essays but no, they were using them just as they had when she had gone to school.

'There is no opinion in history,' she thought to herself. 'There is only fact. The Ministry lays out quite clearly why they did something… what use is there in trying to claim there can be anything but the correct answer?' That was why she refused to assign essays; it didn't matter to her that the G.R.I.M.E.R.s were be all essay questions, she wasn't going to support a flawed system. Multiple choice questions boiled things down nice and precise: here are 3 wrong answers and 1 correct answer. Choose. Simple as that. It was fair… no need for her to waste nights reading over the thoughts of undeveloped minds and considering their justifications. She got a quiz, she checked the answer key, she assigned a grade. Simple.

'But I must remember that is why I am here,' she thought to herself as she looked at Mr. Malfoy's assignment and erased a bubble he'd filled in incorrectly; she could see a small smudge next to the correct answer and knew he had meant to fill in that one; she couldn't grade him based on a simple mistake! He was probably distracted by one of those filthy low-class wretches he had to sit next too! 'I am here to set things right… to ensure that the students are taught the proper way. To uphold tradition and do away with outdated thinking and move us to a proper new course in educations.' Satisfied that she had caught all the little flubs Mr. Malfoy had made Dolores tallied his score and then rounded up so he might get an A+; she knew how important grades were to Mr. Malfoy's father and it would be embarrassing for the man, and the Minister, if his son's perfect streak in her class was destroyed purely because the boy made a few mistakes when she could clearly see what he meant to answer.

She scowled as she saw the next paper waiting for her to grade was Mr. Potter's. The brat didn't even bother to show up in her class anymore, continuing his utter disrespect of her that had started when he'd dared to accuse her of causing that filthy little urchin to drown herself. The fact that he hadn't been expelled for daring to question her and how she chose to point out the failures of that nothing girl only proved why she was needed at Hogwarts. No different than how that deranged girl's suicide attempt proved that Dolores was right and she should have her Pokemon taken away from her. If she couldn't handle Dolores speaking the truth to her how would she ever function in the world… just like Mr. Potter being unable to handle that the fact that he shouldn't go about sticking his nose into matters that didn't concern him.

'But does Dumbledore discipline him? Of course not… once more the rules are bent and Mr. Potter is allowed to do as he wishes. He can avoid class and submit his assignments thanks to that Pokemon he stole from Lord Malfoy and I am supposed to act like it is fine!' She wanted to tear up his paper right there but knew she couldn't… the first time she'd done that he'd sent a letter to the Hogwarts Board of Education and pointed out some obscure rule that stated so long as he turned in his assignments and proved that he was comprehending the lessons he couldn't be disciplines… and if she actually tried to dismiss his assignments she would face a reprimand! She couldn't even destroy them as he had proof he turned them in! The brat used the rules like they were his own personal sword and it made her blood boil… rules weren't for children to use on their betters they were to keep people like him in line!

But that was the problem with Harry Potter… somewhere in his upbringing he had been taught that rather than obey the laws and to respect authority and those that wielded it that it was better to question everything. And when you didn't get an answer you liked rather than swallow his pride and accept that he must be in the wrong if his view did not compliment that of the Ministry that it was far better to tear everything down. To destroy the rules.

'There are plenty of rules that I don't like but I don't attempt to find ways to get rid of them,' she thought, thinking of all the students she wished she could banish forever from Hogwarts, so that they might never again tarnish the hallowed halls, but couldn't because of educational laws. 'I find ways to work around them. But that isn't good enough for Potter… he can't even stop with laws. He wanted to destroy everything! Do away with the traditions. Eliminate the social standings and sacred laws. He wants to 'modernize' things and bring the world into the future.' She scoffed and finished scoring the brat's assignment, giving him an A- even though he had gotten every question right… he hadn't filled in a bubble properly and proper penmanship must be considered with grades. 'The future… nothing good has ever come from looking at the future. The past is what mattered… what has come before. The past was a glorious thing, filled with victories and heroic deeds. Of hard working men and women within the government toiling away to ensure that this region continued on, marching towards today.

'No one wants to think about that though, do they?' Looking over at her pile and seeing that all the assignments were graded she gathered them all up and began to tap the pile on her desk, getting everything as nice and squared away as possible before slipping them all into her carry-all satchel. 'I am trying to teach them history but they don't want to listen… they want to debate it.' It was bad enough that securing the textbooks for the class had been an absolute chore. She had been expecting to be teaching the Battle Class, to finally get that listing ship righted. 'Too much focus on chaotic fights and messy moves… where was the grace? The pageantry? And teaching children to fight? At their ages? It is asking for them to become punks and rebels, riding around with dyed hair on motorbikes!' Her plan was to get things back to a more proper system of education with the first five years being taught the mental aspects of battling. No sending out Pokeballs and giving commands; no no, she wouldn't have that in her class, had she been allowed to teach. It wouldn't be until the 6th year that she would have allowed students to begin actually engaging in battles and only those that she selected for her special Advance Battle Classes. Those of proper breeding, who could trace their lineage. Those who had families that had proven they could command Pokemon. Letting the daughter of dentists throw around a Pokeball… it was disgusting!

Dumbledore had thought he was being cute by forcing her to take over the History class, working with the BINNIS computer program, but she had refused to show that he had gotten to her with his scheme. She instead decided to see that assignment as an opportunity to prove that her methods were best. When her students got the highest G.R.I.M.E.R. and M.U.K. scores ever in the history of Hogwarts the Board of Governors would see that she was the right person to lead the education of the future voters of Avalon. Dolores had started by tossing away the requirements the Department of Education had given her… clearly they needed to be changed as well if they thought such a modern take was needed for her class. The classics were what were needed and she'd set up creating her lesson plan only to hit her first snag: the text books.

She had been utterly horrified when she had looked over what was now being considered 'proper' textbooks for students. Gone were the true telling of heroic deeds and grand campaigns and in their place were revisionist history that made a mockery of Avalon's past. No longer did it talk about how Avalon settlers found the region that would become Unova and created great cities upon its shores. No, the book wanted to discuss how absurd claims that explorers like Jeremiah Smith and Zachary Twist raped and butchered the Unovan savages. It dragged their names through the mud, discussing horrible things they had done. So what if there was proof, such as Jeremiah Smith confessing such crimes on his deathbed to his bastard half-breed daughter… obviously the bitch was lying and even if she wasn't the savages had no right to ruin a good man's legacy! It had gone on and on like that. Avalon's Empire wasn't a shining beacon of what great people could do but seen as an evil force that destroyed culture. How could backwards natives that shit on trees have 'culture'? Wars were noble affairs but now were said to be caused because of 'petty squabbles'. It wasn't the Ministry that defeated Team Nocturne but a jumped up slut who was only well known because she'd spread her legs for the sons of noble houses and tricked one into putting a baby in her belly… assuming that James Potter even was the father!

Dolores had been forced to ask the Ministry for aid in buying text books that were no longer in print just so she could teach her classes.

'And they wonder why children like that boy Potter rebel and speak lies! The very school books are teaching them it's okay!' She moved away from her desk and walked over to a mirror that hung on her wall, adjusting her pink jacket and checking to make sure her hat was pinned in place. It would be dinner soon and she needed to make an appearance. 'Of course it is clear that he was like that even before he came to Hogwarts, so I can't blame the school. I can't even blame that murdering bastard Kenway.' She forced herself to plaster a smile on her face even as she made her way towards her door. 'It was Little Surrey, most likely. Freaks, every single one of them.'

While it was official Ministry policy that the Genocide of Little Surrey was a horrible, awful thing… Dolores knew that was mostly because Kenway had done it. But wiping out those degenerates was a grand thing and the world was better off with their lines ended and their genetics ensured to never continue on. Honestly Dolores thought the world would be a far better place if more freaks and outcasts were removed from the breeding pool. After all a Pokemon Breeder would make sure only to breed the best Pokemon with each other… violent or ugly creatures were cast off so their tainted DNA wouldn't reach the next generation. Why not the same with humanity?

She moved down the stairs and into the main halls of Hogwarts, smiling politely to all the students while making notes on just who she would need to punish for not properly greeting her. So many of the students ducked away the moment they saw her, clearly intimidated by her presence. And she could understand that, as she was a very important woman, but it was their duty as lessers to still approach her and wish her well and see if she needed help with anything. She would wave them off, of course… she didn't need to be escorted to the Great Hall… but it was polite to ask. Scurrying off would lead to detentions and a firmer hand in their discipline.

Dolores smiled at Daphne Greengrass, the heiress of the Greengrass Gym though clearly had forgotten something as she and her low class friend Tracey Davis darted down a different hall the moment she saw her. Hopefully the poor dear wasn't late for dinner.

The evening meal would need to be monitored carefully, what with Dumbledore and the four Heads of Houses being called to the Ministry for a meeting with the Minister. Dolores had suggested she come along, as she had many points she wished to address, but Minster Fudge had politely informed her that she was needed at Hogwarts. And she could understand why… all that was left to manage the students was that ignorant giant of a man Hagrid; a buffoon at best and a drunken monster at worst. Prof. Vector and Sinistra were fine enough, she supposed, but there truly weren't leaders. Didn't have the stomach to do what needed to be done. Filch was a disgusting man though he did suggest returning to corporal punishment which was something Dolores could get behind; she had planned to introduce subtle ways to move her detentions back to the good old days but rumors of Potter and his Gryffindors seeking out legal help had forced her to hold off returning to paddling and caning. A pity. And then there was that rapist Prof. Slate… the disgusting squinting darkie who tried to seduce proper women in order to create mix-breed bastards… she had been keeping an eye on him and was ready to call the Aurors the moment he slipped up.

No, it was up to her to keep the peace and ensure that Hogwarts ran smoothly (far smoother than when that old nimrod Dumbledore was about) until the other Professors returned-

Dolores paused, arching a brow as she watched the two youngest Weasleys dart past her with their arms loaded up with brightly colored tubes.

"Mischief mischief," she muttered to herself, deciding that she had to make a detour and investigate just what those brats were doing.

Moving with utter grace and agility so that they didn't even realize they were being followed she hurried after them. She frowned as she noticed them take one of the bright tubes, look up towards the ceiling, and throw it high into the air, a strange triangle object launching out wires and latching the tube into place. They continued on but Dolores lingered for a moment, looking at the tube with a tilt of her head until it hit her what she was looking at.

It was a firework.

Hurrying after the two she saw that Mr. Longbottom and that Veela monster Lovegood coming from a different direction, they too tossing fireworks into the air and getting them to lock into place throughout the halls. The foursome moved towards the main doors of Hogwarts and Dolores huffed and puffed to keep up with them, her heart racing as she thought of all she would do to those little monsters. They thought they could get away with a prank because Dumbledore was out of the building? Oh, they were gravely mistaken. They would have been better off waiting to do such a stunt while he was at Hogwarts! The old man had a soft heart and would have merely given them a metaphysical slap on the wrist. Dolores would see them expelled for this and then give true slaps on the wrists… and far more damage to their miscreant bodies!

"All set, Harry!" Mr. Weasley said as he stepped outside and Dolores peaked through the opened door only to feel her stomach drop to her feet. There was Potter, standing as brash and bold as always, and that little jumped up slut Granger was with him; obviously now that Young Mr. Diggory had come to his senses and removed her from his life (granted he had gone to Unova, the foolish boy, but still his father was an important man and he would see the error of his ways soon enough) she was now fawning over Potter. Probably planning to emulate that whore Lily Evans and let Potter use her body as he wished in exchange for a bit of power. But it was the final person who was standing with them that made her feel utter terror and dread.

Jasmine

Kenway

The Princess of Jotho. The Daughter of The Butcher of Botanical Bay. She was standing there with Potter, looking at the school with a gleam in her eye and suddenly Dolores knew exactly what was going on, what they were plotting with their fireworks.

'No, not fireworks… they just want me to think those are fireworks. That this is just some prank. Those are bombs. They are going to blow up Hogwarts!'

"All set?" Harry asked.

"All planted," the male Weasley stated. He looked up at the school, not spotting Dolores as she hid behind the door. "When you said you wanted to light this place up I didn't think we were going to go this far."

"Go big or go home," Potter said. "Besides, time for me to live up to the expectations Jack and the rest put on me before I came here. Make some noise and all that." He held his hand out to Miss Weasley and she handed him a DETONATOR! "Alright guys, we all know what we do next." To her horror the others pulled out guns… actual guns! "Let's paint Hogwarts red."

"STOP!" Dolores screamed, bursting out of the school and sending out her Wigglytuff. "You are under arrest for terrorist acts!"

Potter and his friends all stared at her in surprise and she felt a bit of smugness that they hadn't ever expected her to defeat their scheme.

"I want to make sure I understand this correctly," Potter said. "You are arresting us and… then what?"

"I am taking you to the Ministry so you might be tried for your crimes."

"Huh," Potter said before giving a defeated shrug. "Alright, you got us Umbridge."

"This was anti-climatic," Longbottom stated.

"Where's the kaboom?" Lovegood asked as she set her gun down and kicked it to Dolores. She looked at it and marveled at how they had managed to disguise their weapons as toys… the gun the Veela bitch had sent her way even had an orange cap on it! They looked exactly like paintball guns. "There was supposed to be an earth shake kaboom!"

"There will be no kabooms, you little anarchists! You are going to finally pay for your crimes, each and every one of you!" The Kenway slut shrugged and put her hands on top of her head and Dolores felt a shiver of triumph. She had done it… she had saved Avalon!

~An Hour Later…~

"You almost in, Ginny?" Harry called out, looking about the chaos they had created in escaping the lineup room of the Ministry.

Ginny didn't look up from the terminal she was working at, all focus on cracking their security. "Just about. We'll need her password. The aurors suck but Umbitch actually was clever. I could hack it but getting it will shave off 5 minutes."

"Hermione?" Harry asked.

His bushy haired friend nodded, focusing for a moment before Celebi teleported to her side. Once settled the two looked at the woman and Hermione pressed her fingers to Umbridge's forehead. The woman that had caused them all so much pain stared at her, blood leaking from her aching nose as Hermione's eyes went white. "Don't think of your access codes and passwords." Of course hearing that only made the woman think of them and she began to struggle and buck as Hermione began to sift through her mind. "Damn, her mind is disgusting… got'em!"

Harry looked down at the shaking undersecretary. "I should kill you for all you've done." Visions of Ginger flashed through his head, as did all the students she had attacked and belittled in her quest for power.

"You're... you're dead! All of you! Filthy, disgusting brats! Trying to destroy Avalon-"

Luna skipped over and smiled. "That isn't very polite." She shut her eyes for a moment and when she snapped them back open her irises and pupils were gone, replaced by an ethereal green glow. Her hair began to whip around and a sickly emerald aura surrounded her. "Veelas sicken you?" Luna asked, her voice distorted and echoing. "The feeling is mutual. Here, let me show you."

Umbridge, finding herself unable to break Luna's gaze, began to sob and cry as Luna sent into her mind the agony and terror every student that had been forced to deal with her had felt. The dread and pain that came from her words, that could drive children to try and kill themselves. More and more pounded against her, twisting her memories so that even her greatest moments become corrupted with despair before her mind shattered under the emotional onslaught and she fell to the ground out cold.

"And all the king's horsemen and all the king's men couldn't put humpty dumpty back together again," Luna said as she drew her power back into her. "She's alive but she won't bother us for a while." Mentally she added, 'Or forever.' No need to let on that with what she had done if Umbridge didn't slit her own wrists it would only be because the doctors kept her in a straight jacket.

"Good because I am getting tired of hitting aurors!" Jasmine complained as she smacked down another man. She wondered if any of them had been in that forest, had cheered as the noose went around her father's neck. She snarled and drove her knee into another one's crotch before kicking a female auror in the mouth, sending the woman's teeth flying. "Let's get our Pokémon and gear and get going!"

"Doors are opening," Ginny said as she closed the computer before grabbing a chair and smashing the screen. Harry nodded as Hedwig, followed by Jasmine's Aegislash, flew in carrying their bags. "Come to mama!" Ginny said, grabbing her bag and pulling out her custom dex.

Harry nodded and he tossed his bag on, the others doing the same. Orion fired another ice blast at the other door before the group made for the lineup room once more, choosing that door as their escape route. "Alright... now that we've got that settled... let's go kill the prime minister."