Dolore Umbridge sat in her office, thinking about what had just happened. She knew if all went well then she would eventually become Hogwarts headmistress and perhaps Minister of magic in the future, and if that did not happen then she would hopefully be able to at least get one of those position. Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, had wanted her at Hogwarts because he trusted her and she was more than willing to help him in stopping Dumbledore from sprouting his horrid lies about you-know-who returning.
What she did not expect was for Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, to be the one who she would first have to punish for claiming that you-know-who was back. She realised quickly that the boy had probably just tried to scare Potter but that was still not an acceptable reason for his behaviour and spreading lies. She had him do lines, though she did not make him use her blood quill which she was still itching to use, she thought that she was rather restrained in her punishments of the Malfoy heir. After all he was a pureblood and his father was one of Cornelius's biggest backers, there was no reason to make an enemy out of him. Though she did contact Lucius Malfoy to let him know about his son's behaviour, he must have listened since Draco was being taken away from Hogwarts for a week, likely to think on his behaviour.
Umbridge's thoughts then shifted to Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived. She was aware that Cornelius had a high opinion of the boy as the boy was rather famous which could obviously benefit Cornelius, plus there was the fact that the boy did not assist Dumbledore in shooting out those ridiculous lies which was surprising as everyone had always been under the impression that the boy worshiped the ground that the old fool walked on, apparently not.
As a matter of fact Harry Potter had been less of a headache for her than the other students. In class he did as he was told and simply read the assigned book, why couldn't all the other brats do the same? Plus it was him who told her of Draco Malfoy's mention of you-know-who. Of course she and the Minister also had a healthy level of fear for the boy as they had seen him the memory of him fighting off that dark wizard at that muggle home. As far as she was aware there were no other students in his year with the same level of skill and power.
Yes Potter might be a filthy half-blood but he was one from an ancient and noble house while also being rich, influential and power, it was better to keep him on her side, for now at least. While it pained her to be civil to a half-blood it was better than to have him against her.
Draco's legs snapped together while his arms slapped to his side after he had been hit by a body bind, he was lying on the cold wooden floor on his back, several cuts all over his body plus two on his face, one being under his right cheek while the other was on his forehead. His right arm was shattered and his wand broken in half and laying besides him, his arms snapping to his sides did not help the pain. Draco had also lost three teeth which were several feet away from him now.
It was at this point that Draco had developed a very profound fear of Apophis, even more than before, Apophis was now calmly walking over, the man may have Potter's blood in him but as far as Draco was concerned it was the dark lord's blood that reigned supreme. Draco had lost count but he was pretty sure that Apophis had already knocked him out at least two times already and revived him both times before forcing him to continue.
"Is that it?" Apophis asked as he placed his foot on Draco's chest without even a hint of the word 'gentle', causing Draco to wince. "You said you were better than Potter," Apophis said in a voice that screamed out how disappointed and angry he was. "Potter lasted longer than this, Potter managed to challenge me, you did not." Apophis said. "You lied to me." He hissed "Where was my challenge?!" Apophis demanded.
"I...I..." Draco tried to respond but could not due to a combination of being tired and in pain.
"Pathetic." Apophis aimed his wand at Draco's head as the tip glowed green.
"No!" A voice cried, Apophis did not move any part of his body apart from his head and neck. He looked towards Narcissa Malfoy who was on her knees, tears falling down on her face. "P...please, please don't!"
"Why not?" Apophis asked, sounding almost confused.
"Ah do tell Narcissa," Voldemort said. "why should my heir spare yours?"
"He...he will not repeat his mistake my lord!" Narcissa said quickly. "I...I promise!" She looked to her husband for support but Lucius had kept his head down and refused to look up.
"Hmm, I do believe you Narcissa, unfortunately the choice is not up to me." Voldemort said as he gestured to Apophis. "The choice is up to him."
"Please!" Narcissa begged Apophis. "I will do anything! Anything! Please! Spare him!" Apophis looked at her for several seconds, Narcissa stayed still, feeling like she was having her soul judged.
"Fine." Apophis grunted, he removed his foot and cancelled the body bind, he kicked Draco hard and Draco moved several feet until he was by Narcissa.
"Draco!" She quickly began checking him over.
"Tomorrow," Apophis said in a voice that was loud enough to get her attention. "you will bring him here at four o clock."
"For what?" Narcissa asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
"If you thought his punishment was over then you are about as smart as the male members of your family." Apophis replied. "He will live but his punishment is far from over." For a moment Narcissa looked like she was about to protest but knew that this was probably the best she could get, and hopefully she could come up with some way to stop this before tomorrow, she slowly nodded.
"May I please take my son away to get medical attention?" She asked in a low voice. Apophis grunted in an uncaring way while Voldemort gave a small nod. Narcissa stood up and levitated Draco up into the air, she walked out as quickly as she could without hurting him.
"I trust that I will not have to have enthusiastic young Apophis repeat this lesson with anyone else?" Voldemort asked everyone in the room.
"No my lord." They all quickly said.
"Good, good." Voldemort said before he hissed at Apophis, Apophis hissed back before nodding and turning around right before he exited the room.
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