Turnabout is Fair Play

Harry sat behind the desk in his newly furbished office, admiring the renovations. He'd more or less erased all indications of the Hogwarts headmasters that had once called this office home and had made the space his own. He loved what his contractors and decorator had done. He really would have to reward them.

It had been three weeks since he and his army of followers, the Black Knights, had overwhelmed the protectors of his old school. In that time, they had all been busy, solidifying their hold on most of the United Kingdom's wizarding community. They now had complete control over the Ministry of Magic, St Mungo's, Hogwarts, Diagon Alley, and Hogsmeade, among other smaller areas. Most of the people in these areas, once they figured out that it wouldn't be prudent to fight, had decided that it would be best to just go with the changes.

This was the first time that Harry had been able to just sit down, and it felt good. He knew that he'd never be able to truly rest until he had the entire wizarding world under his thumb, but he could pretend for a few moments.

Harry scowled as someone knocked on the door. 'I can't even have five bloody minutes to myself,' he muttered. Loud enough for his visitor to hear him from the other side of the door, he said, 'You may enter... Ah, Draco, what can I do for you?'

Draco stepped inside and bowed. 'Walden has brought in fugitives, my Lord.'

'That's wonderful. Who did he bring in?' Harry asked, sitting forward in his seat.

'Seamus Finnegan, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Cornelius Fudge, and Dolores Umbridge.'

Harry stood up. 'Take Seamus, Neville, and Hermione to the guest quarters for now. Make sure they're secure but comfortable. I'll worry about what I'm going to do with them later. Throw Fudge in the dungeon and have Umbridge taken to Gryffindor Tower. I'll deal with her first.'

'Yes, my lord,' Draco said. Before walking out the door, he turned and smirked. 'Have fun, Harry.'

'I'll do my best,' Harry replied.

As soon as Draco left, Harry sat back and smiled. He'd wanted to get his hands on Umbridge for quite some time now. She'd been high on his list of people to repay for their previous actions against him, a list he'd had even before Voldemort's fall, but he was certain that before that, he wouldn't have done what he was about to do.

Harry looked down at his hand and ran his fingers over the scar from his detentions with Umbridge during his fifth year at Hogwarts. He was sure that he could rid himself of the scar, but it reminded him of how evil the woman had been to someone who was under her care. The bitch was going to pay for what she had done.

He waited a few minutes more, until enough time had passed for Draco to have carried out his orders. As he made his way up to Gryffindor Tower, he ran into Draco. 'Is everything all set?'

'Yes, my lord. Umbridge is in the playroom, awaiting your arrival.'

'Thank you, Draco. You may go.'





Harry walked into Gryffindor Tower and nodded his head in satisfaction. His playroom had been finished only yesterday, and he hadn't the time to come up and see it yet. 'Very nice, don't you agree?' Harry asked as he turned and gave Dolores Umbridge a beaming smile. 'Picked every item out myself.'

Harry strolled over to his former professor. 'No answer, eh?' He leant closer and said in a whisper, 'Could be the gag in your mouth.' Harry chuckled at the glare the woman threw his way. 'Let's get rid of that, shall we?' he said as he stepped behind Umbridge and removed the gag. 'I want to hear what you have to say.'

'I don't have anything to say to you, you horrid little wretch!' she snapped. 'I knew you would never amount to anything good! I should have broken your spirit when I had the chance, and we wouldn't be in the position we are now. I demand that you let me go at once!'

Harry raised an eyebrow and gazed at Umbridge with boredom. 'For someone who has nothing to say, you certainly are chatty. I should think that you'd be proud. You did help me become what I am today.'

'And how is that?' she asked, her sarcasm duly noted, if the glint in Harry's eyes were any indication.

Harry held his scarred hand up to the woman's eye level. 'You taught me what it was to thirst for revenge. You see, Voldemort, Pettigrew and Bellatrix Lestrange were different. I wanted revenge on them for what they did to my parents, to my godfather. The need for payback wasn't completely for me. It was for those who could no longer take their own vengeance. This, however,' he said, looking at the scar, 'is for me, and only me. This was personal, a personal vendetta you had with me, for whatever reason. You gave me that thirst for vengeance, this thirst I have to see your blood spilled as mine once did.'

Harry waited a moment for any rebuttal that the woman might throw his way, but when all he saw was a mixture of anger, anxiety and terror, he shrugged. 'I suppose the time for talking is over, then.'

Harry walked over to the far wall and pulled on the first lever, watching as Umbridge was forced from the chair on which she'd been sitting and pulled until she was standing upright, arms outstretched at an angle, legs spread apart slightly.

Standing in front of the professor he had despised more than Snape, Harry pulled out his beloved knife, a gift from Draco on his birthday. Harry saw the horror in Umbridge's eyes and grinned. 'Calm yourself, Dolores. I won't be using this on your body. I have something else I designed especially for you,' he informed the witch. 'Oh, but you should have seen what this knife did to Bella. It sliced her skin like I was cutting into butter.'

'I saw what you did to her, you cursed brat. Gutted her like a fish, you did,' Umbridge spat.

'Now, now, don't get testy. We have a long time ahead of us. Well, let's see what kind of canvas I have to work with today.' Harry pulled taut Umbridge's robe, slid the sharp blade into the neck opening and sliced the robe down the centre. 'Don't worry about the robes. You won't be needing these anymore.' When he finished slicing open the robe, he pulled it back and stared in surprise. 'Who knew you wore Muggle clothes underneath? More fun for me,' Harry said, getting to work.

A few moments later, Harry stood back and appraised his victim. 'Not the best I've had to work with,' he commented as he reached out and ran his hands across Umbridge's shoulders and down her body, 'but it will do fine just the same.'

Harry went to the wall and waved his wand. On the wall appeared parchments with the front, rear, and side views of the human body. Another flick of his wand and a muttered spell, and the views took on the shape and size of Dolores Umbridge.

Harry turned back to the witch and smiled brightly. 'I know you of all people will appreciate this,' he said as he opened the top drawer of his small desk and pulled out a silver quill. 'You have your little detention to thank for this inspiration. Of course, Lucius, Draco, and I perfected its effects.

Harry walked back to the wall and studied the outline. 'Where shall I start? How about we start with your forehead, hmm?' Harry brought up the quill and placed it on the parchment and wrote "I will obey Harry Potter". 'The thing I love about this quill is that you never run out of ink. Whatever you write automatically shows up, because the ink is in the parchment itself,' he explained, ignoring Umbridge's hisses as he wrote the same line over and over on the exact same spot. 'When you stop writing, it disappears, leaving a blank canvas.'

Harry turned around and studied Umbridge's blood-covered face. 'On you, however, the writing stays, the same as it did on my hand. The more often the words are written, the deeper the cuts and the more likely it will be to scar.' Harry turned back around and moved his quill to the witch's right cheek. 'What should I put here? Oh, I know.' Harry wrote "Sirius" on her right cheek until he was certain it would be imbedded there permanently, and then switched to the other cheek and wrote "Black".

Harry turned and inspected his work, ignoring the continued cries of pain coming from the witch. 'There, now. I don't think you'll easily forget my godfather's name, now will you? You had a hand in his death, even if you didn't realise it. If it weren't for you, I would have known that Severus Snape believed me when I thought that my godfather was in trouble, and I wouldn't have gone looking for Sirius. If you hadn't been such a horrible bitch, I wouldn't have lost my godfather, the only family I had left that ever cared about me.'

'I-'

'Oh, shut up,' Harry said, glaring at the woman before turning around to carve Remus' name on her neck, a grim smile on his face as Umbridge cried out, begging him to stop, unable to take the pain anymore. 'Did you and Fudge enjoy having my lover killed? Wasn't bad enough that you had to kill him, but why did you have to burn his body before I even had the chance to say goodbye? That was horrible for me, to not see him, to never know where you bastards scattered his ashes. It doesn't matter now. Nothing you can say or do will ever change what happened.'

Upon the witch's right breast, Harry carved the names of Arthur and Molly Weasley. 'You killed Arthur as well that night and it nearly drove Molly mad. How long was she in St. Mungo's? I don't really remember now.' Harry sighed and turned around to look at Umbridge once again. 'I think you're about to lose too much blood, don't you?' he asked. 'As much as I would love to hear you howl some more, I don't want you dead, not just yet. You see, I want you to suffer for quite some time before I watch you die.'

Harry pulled the tassel and a few moments later Lucius entered the playroom. 'You called, my lord?'

'Yes, I want you to have the mediwitch stop the bleeding but leave them as unhealed as possible. Then take her to the dungeons and throw her in. Give her food and water, but nothing that she can harm herself with. I think I want to keep her around for awhile.'

Lucius smiled. 'I'm certain that you do. I'll take great care of her, and I'll make sure that she stays with us for quite some time.'

'Thank you, Lucius. Now will you please have Fudge brought up?'