This is the end.

It's been a year and a week since I posted the first chapter of this and it certainly was an interesting ride. Hope you enjoy this final chapter.


That was currently Harry's favourite word and the outraged screeches that accompanied it from Umbridge were music to his ears.

He turned to high five Dean, who was seated behind them, the two boys grinning broadly at one another as they did.

"Victory!" Ron cheered as Ginny laughed- and indeed, that was the reaction of most of the students present in the courtroom (and some of the adults as well).

Luna looked immensely pleased as well as she continued to take copious notes (just as she had during the entire trial), wanting to have the full story for both The Quibbler and The Hogwarts Voice.

"This is an outrage!" Umbridge shrieked. "They set me up! They had it out for me!"

Madam Bones, who had presided over the entire thing, simply raised an eyebrow at her as she motioned for Kingsley, one of the Aurors standing near Umbridge as part of her guard (whether to protect the public from her or her from the public was a matter of opinion) to Silence the objecting witch.

She was just getting into a rant about Harry personally, when she was cut off in the middle of it and stood there sort of silently screaming until she realised what had happened, instead, settling for glaring around at everyone present.

When her gaze met Harry's, it became particularly vicious and Harry's particularly cheerful smile and jaunty wave only served to infuriate her even more, something which Harry took great delight in.

"I win," he mouthed at her and judging by the look on her face and the motions of her mouth, she would have done a whole lot worse to him than use Blood Quills if she could have just then.

"I wonder what Fudge will do now," Neville nudged Harry and inclined his head towards the (barely) Minister of Magic, who was seated where the other government officials were and looking as if he dearly wished to be anywhere but there at the moment.

Harry couldn't blame him for feeling that way, even though he had not even the slightest inkling of sympathy for the soon to be former Minister of Magic.

On Madam Bones' order, the Aurors moved to secure order in the courtroom once again and soon enough, they were all quiet as the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement gave her pre sentencing speech.

"You were given a task from the Ministry of Magic to inspect Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, an institution which is near and dear to the hearts of the British magical public. Your mission was to take note of any substandard teaching or subject matter, while yourself teaching the subject assigned to you: Defence Against the Dark Arts." she adjusted her monocle slightly as she gazed down at the toad-like woman, who looked back up at her defiantly.

"Instead, not only did you fail on both of those counts, but you also took it upon yourself to 'discipline' the students under your care as you saw fit. Unfortunately for the children- our sons, daughters, nieces, nephews, godchildren- the way that you saw fit went far beyond the norms of our society. Torture- whether via the Curciatus Curse, other spells or other means was outlawed a long time ago for good reason. To use torture on children makes the matter even worse, Dolores Jane Umbridge."

As Madam Bones spoke (also including the charges of misusing the Dementors against him in the previous summer, among other things), Harry noticed Umbridge glance over at Minister Fudge, but he looked away from her, obviously wanting nothing whatsoever to do with the soon-to-be convict.

Umbridge scowled.

"As such, and according to the laws of our nation, you are hereby sentenced to life imprisonment-"

A cheer rose up from most of the people in the courtroom at those words.

In fact a few people, had actually gotten up to move around and cheer.

Harry noticed Seamus and Dean actually doing a victory dance in the seats behind them, while some people actually cried tears of joy.

Harry simply reclined a bit in his seat, looking completely unsympathetic to Umbridge's plight, as did many others around him.

Hermione in particular looked immensely satisfied with Umbridge's fate.

Harry glanced at Hermione's face again.

He shuddered.

Perhaps his female best friend looked a bit too pleased.

He looked back at Umbridge.

Yeah, nah.

There was no such thing as being too pleased at the idea of Dolores "The Toad" Umbridge going to Azkaban.

Not in the slightest.

Harry chuckled at the thought of Umbridge spending some quality time with the Dementors which she had tried to use on him.

She tried to kill him with them (well, technically, not kill, but have his soul stolen) and he only saw it as fitting that she get to spend an extended period of time with them in exchange.

As Umbridge was carted off by several Aurors (Kingsley amongst them), he stood up to high-five Ron.

Until the blistering sear of pain ran through his scar, forcing him back into his seat.

"Harry, Harry, are you okay? Wake up!"

Harry opened his eyes blearily to the sight of Ron and Hermione hovering over him, the latter doing her very best to slap him awake.

"Ouch, Hermione, that hurt," he whined.

He blinked as his vision came into focus. His friends had apparently moved around him so that no one could see his collapse- not that anyone really noticed, as they were still caught up in post trial chatter.

"What happened to you?" Ron asked. "Was it your scar?"

Harry nodded. "Voldemort's up to his old tricks again. I've been trying to practice Occlumency against him all year on my own since the debacle with Snape and it's worked for the most part but that... ouch."

"What was it? Was he trying to possess you?" Ginny looked especially terrified.

Harry shook his head. "No. It was a vision... of Sirius... captured by him here in the Ministry. I know it can't be real. I just talked to him before we headed out here and he promised he wouldn't do anything rash... Excuse me. I have a way of checking on him."

Harry darted up out of his seat and out of the courtroom, deftly avoiding the dozens of people who spotted him and wanted to talk to (or in the case of the media, interview) him.

Glancing back briefly, he found that Ron was running behind him.

He found the antechamber they had been in before, locked it behind him as soon as Ron had made it in and immediately pulled the mirror Sirius had given him from his pocket.

Calling out frantically for his godfather, Harry nearly had a heart attack when he did not answer at first.

When Sirius finally answered, Harry sunk into a chair in relief.

"Thank goodness you're not actually here," Harry sighed. "That would not have ended well."

"Why would I have been there?" Sirius raised an eyebrow.

Harry explained what had just happened.

"Wow. He must be really confident if he would do that with so much attention in the Ministry today... Or perhaps he was hoping that all attention would be diverted to Umbridge's trial and he would be able to get what he wanted there."

"What is that place anyway?" Harry asked. "What would he want that's in there, anyway?"

Sirius sighed. "Dumbledore be damned, I will tell you everything myself if he doesn't by the end of this. Don't worry about me, though. I'll stay here, safe and sound and I'd advise you and your friends to get out of there, just in case things get particularly nasty."

Harry nodded as he ended the mirror call. "I just watched one nasty person get taken down today. I am not in the mood for this right now."

Ron chortled. "Are you ever ready to face him?"

Harry shook his head. "You're right, Ron. I never am. Anyway, let's let somebody else handle the Voldemort problem this year for a change, shall we?"

He patted Ron on the back and turned to unlock the door.

When they made their way to the Atrium (where Ron had told Harry they would meet), it was to see Neville and Hermione looking frantic, while Ginny and Luna appeared outwardly calm.

"Did you manage to tell Dumbledore?" Ron asked Hermione.

"We did," Hermione nodded. "He told us to let him handle it and to get out of here as quickly as we could- dragging Harry out with us if we had to." she shot Harry a glance and he pouted.

"Well, that's nice of him," Harry huffed.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Let's just go. The public Floos are working fine for now, so let's just go through them before he does something to mess them up!" Neville looked around nervously, as if expecting Voldemort to pop out of nowhere at any moment.

"Right, right," Harry nodded. "Let's get out of here. I'm sure there's a victory party awaiting us."

They all headed straight for the Floos, waiting for their turn to go through, never stopping to acknowledge anyone calling out to them, media or otherwise.

Harry awoke the next morning in his bed after the best party he had ever been to.

The DA had called an impromptu party after the news of Umbridge's imprisonment and the numbers of those present were larger than usual, as some members had invited a few non-members they trusted to join the celebration.

Fred, George, Seamus and a few others had sourced the refreshments and entertainment and that, combined with natural teenage exuberance and hormones had combined to make a good time.

Although, perhaps he had had too much Firewhiskey, judging by the raging, pounding headache he had.

He should have never tried to out drink Fred and George.

At least, he had won the eating contest between himself and Ron...


He groaned as he fumbled for his glasses and struggled to get up and get ready for the day.

Making his way down to breakfast, he noticed a few others who looked as bad as he felt, but had still managed to make it down for breakfast nevertheless.

Flopping into his seat, he upended a platter of bacon onto his plate, then topped it off with another platter of scrambled eggs and began eating as if he expected Voldemort to pop up and steal his food at any moment.

Hermione, who had come down shortly after him gagged.

"Must you eat like that?" she scrunched up her nose in disgust.

"Yes," Harry said simply.

As time passed, more students and the staff filled the Great Hall, most of them chatting about what had occurred the day before, with Dumbledore being notably absent and Tonks appearing later than she usually did, at about the same time the morning's mail began to arrive.

Harry took one look at the headline of Hermione's copy of The Daily Prophet and cackled like a madman.

Snatching it away from his friend, he stood on top of the bench and waved the newspaper around, ignoring Hermione's objections and the odd looks he was getting from everyone else.


Potter and Dumbledore Right This Entire Time

What Else Has The Ministry Hidden From Us?

"I TOLD YOU ALL SO!" he shouted, even through the Sonorous charm he had cast on himself.

"YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO ME AND MADE ME OUT TO BE A LUNATIC, BUT I WAS RIGHT THIS ENTIRE TIME, YOU BASTARDS!" he waved the paper around, gesturing to the headlines.

"Potter! Get off the bench and start behaving this instant!" McGonagall reprimanded him. "Twenty points from Gryffindor!"

Harry didn't care though.

He looked back up at the Staff Table and while Tonks was the only one that showed obvious amusement at his antics, none of the other staff members looked peeved at him.

Except Snape.

But Snape was another matter entirely.

And as such, Snape did not matter.

The Daily Prophet's story told the tale of a ferocious battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort in the Department of Mysteries, with Aurors fighting the Death Eaters he had brought along with him, which included some of the Azkaban escapees as well as Lucius Malfoy, who had been captured.

Harry glanced at the Slytherin table and judging by the look on Draco's face, he knew about his father's fate as well.

He burst out of the hall, with the newspaper still in his hand and Hermione chasing him to get it back, with Ron electing to stay out of the madness and continuing to eat his rather large breakfast.

Hermione continued to shoot him dirty looks as he, her, Ron, Neville, Ginny and Luna worked together on the next issue of The Hogwarts Voice later that day.

"Fudge will be gone for sure after this!" Harry rubbed his hands together and cackled with glee.

"Good riddance to him too," Ginny scoffed, not looking up from what she was working on.

"Now I know how Hermione feels when we realise that she was right all along about something or another!" Harry chortled, ignoring the savage poke Hermione gave him.

"Harry, this isn't something to joke about!" she exclaimed. "You do realise that now that he's moved out into the open, it will be open warfare now, right? People will die!"

"I know that, Hermione," Harry turned to her. "I haven't forgotten the threat he poses. I know it's either him or me in the end. But I'll be damned if I let him ruin everything in my life."

"Hear, hear!" Ron and Ginny cheered.

Hermione sighed.

"Let's just get back to work on this, shall we? Honestly..."

Dolores Jane Umbridge sat in her prison robes in her prison cell at Azkaban, looking more miserable than anyone had ever seen her.

Which was an accomplishment in and of itself.

How had she come down to this?

From being a top official in the Ministry of Magic, to being an inmate alongside these... scum in Azkaban?


She growled.

Potter was behind all of this.

She knew it.

From the moment they had met, that... he... had had it out for her.

Then she'd seen people like Lucius Malfoy being led past her cell and later learnt from an old newspaper than an Auror had tossed in at her that You-Know-Who was indeed back, walking, talking and killing once again, Fudge had been ousted and replaced...

She seethed.

All of this was Potter's fault.

She glanced at an old paper in the corner of her cell with Potter's picture on it and suddenly filled with rage, grabbed it and tore it to shreds, growling the entire time.

"I'll get him," she vowed. "Since You-Know-Who is indeed back, surely he'll come to break more of his people out of Azkaban again. Perhaps I can join him then. All I'd have to do is wait. And when I'm out... I'll be the one to serve him up on a platter!"

Dream on Umbridge, dream on.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, this is the end.

1) No, there will be no sequel.

2) Yes, I may write more fics where Harry messes with Umbridge in the future. In fact, an idea is already forming for a one shot that would be completely separate to this story.

3) I plan on having Wand Among Wings (a Winx Club crossover and sequel to Specialist Potter, a previous Winx crossover) as my next main updating fic. Scarlet Fox (my Miraculous Ladybug crossover) will return soon as well. Watch out for those!

Thanks for joining me on this ride!