So, this is the fifth installment in my What If? series. It's a remix of chapter one Crucio. I had a few different scenarios in my mind for that situation, and I wasn't pleased with just that one. So I'm posting this one. Sorry for any similarities that you may see with my first chapter, I didn't want them to be similar in anything except the situation.

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Crucio Re-Mix

The world seemed to freeze as Umbridge raised her wand, pointing it directly at Harry Potter's face. Through gritted teeth she muttered, "what Cornelius doesn't know, won't hurt him."

Harry struggled against the invisible bonds and leaned towards her and growled. "Then do it you psycho bitch, but I promise I won't say a god damned word."

She screamed in outrage, and yelled, "Crucio!"

Harry's shoulders slumped, and he was biting his lip to keep from yelling out. When the curse was taken off he let out a choked laugh. "Is that the best you've got you-" he was cut off as he was hit with another Crucio.

"How dare you!" She screeched before releasing the curse again. "Who were you speaking to through my fire you worthless brat!"

He was breathing heavily, still slumped over. "If I did not succumb to Voldemort's torture, then you must be really fucked up to think that I would succumb to yours."

"He's not back!" She screamed, throwing another curse at him.

"Professor!" Hermione yelled. "If you keep putting him under the Cruciatus curse then he could lose his mind."

Umbridge turned to the Slytherin holding Hermione and yelled at them, "shut the bloody tramp up before I get your mother fired Bulstrode."

Harry stiffened and looked deep inside himself, and found his magic through the pain. 'Finite' He said inside of his head, using his magic to release the ropes around him. He tried to stand as the remnants of his magic drifted through the room, but fell back into his chair. Umbridge took a step back in shock, but held the curse. He stumbled to his feet, and glared at her with hatred so deep in his eyes that she started shaking. He stalked towards her and she kept backing up until her back was against the wall. 'Accio Wand' he thought, using his magic to wandlessly bring his wand to him. He caught it, and pressed the tip against her head. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you now. Unlawful torture of a minor. Threatening children." His voice started raising, and the Slytherins seemed stunned enough to loosen their grip. Though only one of the Gryffindors had noticed. "TELL ME WHY THE FUCK I SHOULDN'T KILL YOU NOW!" he screamed in her face.

With slow movements, that would make noise as she stepped, Ginny Weasley walked towards them. "Harry, put the wand down."

"Tell her to take off the fucking curse and I will." He snapped, and Ginny blanched, before walking up to them and bringing her fist back and thrusting it forward to connect with the elder woman's face. Umbridge fell to the floor unconscious, and Harry's muscles relaxed, causing him to sigh. Ginny moved her hand back and slapped him.

"How dare you talk to me like that!" She screamed. "I was trying to save you from death and you talk to me like that! After all of this time that I've loved you, and wanted you and you speak to me as if I've done something horrible to you! How dare-."

Harry leaned forward and kissed her, stopping what she was saying in her tracks. When he pulled back he was slightly breathless and he looked around at the people standing around the room, stunned. Harry shook his body, as if shaking off the after effects of the curse and looked to Hermione. "Kreacher said Sirius isn't there, that he went to the ministry and he won't be back."

The Gryffindors snapped to attention. "What do we do?" Ginny asked, and Harry looked at her shocked.

He pointed between the two of them. "We aren't going to do anything. Hermione, Ron, and I are going to the Department of Mysteries, and you're too young to come with us."

She stepped forward and looked about to slap him again before Neville spoke out. "But Harry, we're part of the DA. We were training to stand up to Voldemort, doesn't that mean anything? You're going to the Department of Mysteries because Voldemort has your Godfather. There will probably be death eaters there as well. Three teenagers are not going to be able to stand up against him."

Harry's face softened, as he looked at his friends, and the Slytherins. "Yes that's what we're training for, because eventually, there will be a war." Harry swallowed, muscles slightly sore from the multiple crucios he had been subjected to. He turned towards the door, "But I will not be the reason that you all are hurt. If I get hurt trying to save the only thing close enough to call my father, then at least I'll have tried everything that I could. But in the off chance that he's not there, I won't be the reason for you all to be lured into some type of trap."

A hand touched his slightly damp shirt, from the sweat that had been shed under the curse. "Harry."

He turned and was looking into the hazel eyes of Ginny. "I can't let myself be the reason that you get hurt Gin. I won't."

Her hand raised to touch his cheek. "Harry James Potter, if you haven't been able to see it yet, I figure it's time to tell you that I've been in love with you since the day that you saved me from Tom Riddle in my first year. That's three years, and if you think for one god damned second that I'm going to let you do this alone-."

Harry put his fingers to her lips, and raised an eyebrow with a goofy grin on his face. "You love me?" She nodded, and he pulled her into his arms, and looked over her head at Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Luna. "If you're all coming with me, you'll have to grab your wands, and we need to leave now."

They nodded, and grabbed their wands out of the still stunned Slytherins, not realizing that they were stunned because of Harry's slight release of wild magic earlier. Luna turned to him. "You're very strong Harry. Everybody knows that you can withstand the Imperius curse, but I didn't know that you could withstand the cruciatus curse as well."

Harry blanched. "I can't withstand the cruciatus, it hurt like hell." he rubbed at the back of his head with a hand, messing up the unruly hair even more. "I just couldn't let her hurt Hermione." Harry's scar burned brilliantly, and he fell to the floor on his knees.

"Crucio!" The cold voice of Lord Voldemort screamed. Sirius convulsed on the floor, blood trailing down his face from where he was biting his lip to keep from screaming. The curse was taken off of him as the cold voice demanded. "Grab the prophecy!"

Sirius looked up at the man in complete defiance. "Go to hell!"

"Harry!" The two Gryffindor girls yelled.

He openned his eyes and stood up. "We need to leave!" He said to their shocked faces. "NOW!"

So, what did you think of this version?