Harry stared at the curtains on his bed. He had been caught up with this school year to focus on what else needed to be done. There were still Death Eaters, or worse, out there that he hadn't dealt with. Taking them out not only rid the world of horrible people, but it also removed the option for Dumbledore to use them in the future.
Fighting against Voldermort was one thing. He wasn't exactly subtle and figuring out his plans was almost insultingly easy. Dumbledore, now that was a horse of a different color. Harry had no idea what the old bastard wanted to obtain. With Voldermort out of the way, all that Dumbledore would have to do was enjoy his position. He already held too much power. Not to mention he controlled how the upcoming generations of witches and wizards were taught. Sure, the Board of Governors could overrule him, but that never seemed to stick. Dumbledore had already made a move by entering him into the tournament. It made him wonder what was waiting at the end of the maze this time.
Right now, the best he could do was focus on the remaining targets. He couldn't attack any Death Eaters outside of Britain without drawing too much attention. The fact that a good portion of Slytherin hadn't returned this year showed that those Death Eater families had fled. He wasn't sure how the Dark Mark worked with Riddle dead. Did it just disappear?
If the mark was gone it might encourage the remaining Death Eaters to come back. They might think they would be safe without it. Harry would have to move fast if that was the case. They would scatter again once the returning Death Eaters were discovered dead.
He would figure that out as it came. Now, he had something important to do.
Harry slipped his cloak on and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was assaulted by shades of pink that should have never been allowed to mingle. Harry scanned the area, finding Dolores Umbridge sitting at a table sipping tea.
A quick inspection revealed that her house had no protections or alarms.
He watched her for a few moments. The toad had a few files spread out on the table. He leaned over, taking a quick glance. They all pertained to regulation of muggle-born and non-human people. Each file was worded in a way that it basically stated that muggle-born witches and wizards weren't human. They were almost word for word the decrees that had been put into action once the ministry had fallen.
Harry stared at her. She had a happy little smile on her face as she flipped through the files. Umbridge was a special kind of evil. A festering rot that took root but was easily overlooked. Who would worry about an annoying politician when there was a madman trying to take over the country?
He pulled out a chair across from her and sat down. Umbridge froze, seeing it move seemingly on its own. A flick of the wrist turned her wand into splinters. Harry carefully put away his cloak once that was done.
Umbridge reached for her wand, only to find it destroyed. She glared at him. Her mouth opened as to scream. Harry held up a hand, stopping her voice before it could come out. She still tried to scream, not even a whisper came out. Umbridge turned, trying to escape.
A flick of the Elder Wand closed, and locked, all of the doors. The windows disappeared. She turned to look at him in horror. He motioned for her to sit. The pink toad wore an expression of terror and indignation.
Harry locked eyes with her. He could feel a sloppy attempt at invading his mind.
"Sit." He commanded.
Umbridge startled at his voice. She hurried back to her chair.
"Do you know who I am?" He asked.
"Harry Potter." She seemed shocked her voice had returned.
"Do you know why I'm here?" Harry pulled the tea kettle closer. He sniffed it. "Earl Grey?"
She nodded. "No. Why are you here?"
Harry poured himself a cup. He added a bit of sugar as he stirred it.
"I'm here for a cup of tea, obviously." Harry took a sip. "I prefer coffee most of the time. Tea just seems better for company."
"It's a fresh brewed kettle." Umbridge relaxed a little, but her voice still trembled. "Anything else?"
"There is a…" He forced himself to say the word. "Professor at Hogwarts that is hurting students. I realized you were the perfect person ask advice."
"Oh." Umbridge perked up at that. "I will do all that I can to help. What is going on?"
"They are using blood quills on students for minor offenses." Harry had to force himself to stay calm.
Umbridge squinted her eyes in thought. The only change in staff had been the return of Slughorn, who would never do such a thing due to it ruining his reputation, and Moody. Harry could almost see her thought process.
"Is this a new member of staff?" Umbridge seemed to delight in the idea punishing Moody.
"Yes." Harry nodded. "In Defense."
"Tell me more." She happily took a sip from her cup.
"Anyone who questions their methods, lack of qualifications, or voices the slightest concern is punished." Harry continued. "Blood quills are just the beginning. They have stripped students of privileges, put in place new rules, and taken control of almost every aspect of the school. Dumbledore is powerless to stop it."
Umbridge giggled. Harry hated that sound.
"I don't trust Dumbledore to take this to the ministry." Harry continued. "He thinks he knows better than Fudge."
Umbridge scowled at that.
"I fear I'm going to have to take action." Harry sighed. "What do you suggest?"
"It is good you have come to me." Umbridge patted him on the shoulder.
Harry was going to have to replace this shirt.
"The ministry is well aware of Dumbledore's grandiose self-image." She continued. "If you do take action, the ministry will support you."
"Thank you." Harry forced a smile. "That means a lot to me. How would you suggest I handle this?"
Umbridge gave a theatrical pout. "You're going to have to kill him. You would be doing the world a favor and be more of a hero than you already are. The ministry would investigate, of course. We would need proof of their misdeeds as well."
Harry nodded thoughtfully. "I've considered torturing them the way they tortured the students."
"No." Umbridge tutted. "You must not soil yourself in such a way. That will make it look like this was done out of revenge. You are doing the right thing. It should be seen as such."
"Thank you." Harry stood. "That really helped clear things up."
Harry sliced his wand through the air in front of Umbridge. She blinked in shock a moment before her head rolled off her body. It tumbled onto the floor behind her, coming to a stop against a garish pink counter. Harry took his time arranging the decrees that she had prepared so that they were easily seen.
He looked around the room, making sure he hadn't left any sort of trace. The cloak would hide his presence from any magical tracking. Anyone trying to follow the magical signature of the wand would come up empty. Similar to Excalibur, the Elder Wand only appeared when he summoned it.
With Umbridge down that left one more important target handled. Now he just needed to figure out how to kill Greyback.