Harry Potter The New Necromancer

"Yes, mama."

"How will you fix it?"

"Well," he thought for a moment. "There is still a couple of fourth years who bully Luna badly. I could frame them for the Cruciatus. I was going to murder them, but that would make things worse probably."

"Yeah, it would. See, that's the madness talking. Take a deep breath. Clear your mind."

"You know I can't!" Harry complained. "I have too many thoughts I don't know how to turn them off." Harry was abysmal at occlumency and mama had abandoned attempting to teach him any long ago. His mind had excellent natural defenses according to her, being "too damn annoying to sift through" that his chaotic mind kept people out. He was constantly focused on song lyrics or random inner monologues (his current was him acting out interviews where he was a famous Quidditch player) that his mind was a disjointed mess of stream-of-thought knowledge impossible to navigate. Calming that chaos was also impossible, however.

"I'll have to look into it," she sighed. "There must be something that can be done about that. Until then, how about this - you will make no decisions besides what to eat for dinner without getting the okay from someone else, is that clear?

Now, I agree we'll pin this on someone, but not two random students. If someone is spontaneously accused of being a killer, it will be suspicious as well. Dumbledore will know that the Imperius is an option if he has already seen that crucio isn't off the table. I would vastly prefer we pin this on someone with some evidence against them, fabricated or not."

"One of the teachers probably. I would say Mr. Lupin since it's always the Defense teacher who's suspicious, but he's actually nice."

"I'm not sure anyone would believe that, and you would anger Sirius if he ever found out."

"What about the Inquisitor lady, Umbridge? She's racist and a bitch."

Alabasandria considered it for a moment. Umbridge had implied that she thought corporeal punishment was acceptable. While that wasn't close enough to child torture, it might be enough to stretch it. However -

"She's a top-level Ministry worker. It would be dangerous."

"You're too scared of the Ministry," Harry argued. "They aren't a threat to us!"

"Yes, they absolutely are, idiot boy. Just because you ignore politics does not mean that I can afford to. You want the government knocking on our door demanding answers? We'd have to flee to Siberia or somewhere else and I hate the cold."

"Everyone knows she's racist and hates children, the whole class heard her tell you to beat us. No one at the school would vouch for her."

Alabasandria sighed and relented. "We need to play this extremely carefully. We need some substantial evidence of her being violent towards students. I don't care if you have to fabricate it or coerce her into it, but make it believable and make it something that could hold up in court. Until then, you will be on your best behavior, is that clear?"

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With that, the next day they found themselves in the Inquisitor's office to look for some good old blackmail. Digging around in her small office and living quarters revealed the source of nightmares. Why had she brought hundreds of cat-themed dishes to hang on the walls? Missives and reports from Minister Fudge were the only things of importance he could find, but they were dreadfully long and boring. All it confirmed was her comfortable and blatant prejudice against basically everyone. He made copies of some of the more incriminating notes, mostly complaints about Hagrid and the muggleborn students. What was most intriguing, hidden under a large pile of quills in the back of her desk, was a small letter about him.

Dolores, reign in your temper towards Harry Potter and his guardian. I don't care how indecently they dress! Potter is the most powerful political chess piece that has yet to be played. We cannot alienate him, do not give him any reason to distrust us. Keep in mind the upcoming election!

Well, that did not make an ounce of sense to Harry. Him, in politics? How absurd. He passed the missive to his mama who eyed it with a concerned frown.

Harry felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise and he spun around. Umbridge was there, her wand pointed directly at his face.

"Care to explain yourself, Mr. Potter, Miss Adams?"

"Oh, I was digging through your stuff to frame you for murder."

Mama caught her with an imperio before the pink woman's spell had left her lips. She put her hand down and watched them with a calm, empty look.

"Hades help me, can nothing go smoothly?" Mama complained. "I don't suppose you have any evidence that you would torture students, do you?"

She reached into her desk and pulled out a quill.

"The hell is that?" Harry asked.

"A blood quill," she said calmly. "I just used one on a student in detention."

Well alright. He hadn't expected Dark magic from the woman who got off on bureaucracy and propriety. But, all the better to blame her for Harry's crimes.

"Alright, that's disgusting. Here's the plan. The two students who were cursed will be convinced that Umbridge did it to them because they experienced one of her detentions and were planning on tattling. She stopped that. But, ugh - a confundus won't be enough to convict Umbridge in court, it's something too large to slip in without notice, and they already gave statements."

"Can you make it look like Umbridge confounded them after cursing them? Could we spread proof of her using the quills to the public and then Umbridge mysteriously dies shortly after?" Harry questioned.

"If she dies and there is enough proof, they won't bother with an investigation. I suppose we could use the Imperius to make her admit it before she dies. But that will take a few days to implement. We need more blackmail than the quills themselves…"

"I have an idea! We'll poison her mind with my horcrux talisman. That would make her go crazy, right? So it will look like she's fighting off the effects of Cruciatus withdrawal," Harry said. "It will be much less obvious than keeping her under Imperius and I should be able to control her enough to act normal."

"And in the meanwhile, we gather evidence against her, send them to the Minister and then hopefully in her weakened state, she has a heart attack from the shock of it all. If not, then I know a few curses that mimic a heart attack close enough. Or perhaps if necessary, either of us can Imperius her again last minute and convince her to take the easy way out. Not a bad idea. I think with enough evidence, any incongruities will slip under the rug as Fudge would be too panicked to cover it up than investigate further."

"Here, hold on to this for me?" Harry asked their captive, pulling off the horcrux. "Don't take it off for any reason. It will make you feel awful, but don't worry about that! Keep doing whatever it is you usually do."

She gave him a simpering grin and shoved the ring on her finger. Instantly, waves of fear and anger dug into her soul. The Freak in the Cupboard who lived in his horcrux hated the woman. She was too similar to the violent ways of Uncle Vernon for the small child to let her go; the horcrux would serve as a leech on her magic. She fought against his curse, every bone in her body screaming that this was something terrible, that she was in trouble, but she had a very weak mind and could not keep more of a token protest against his actions.

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