"Harry," Luna said, disapprovingly. "You know why."
                              
"Right... sorry. Can I ask how you figured it out?"
                              
Draco shrugged. He didn't seem willing to talk about it.
                              
"It's fine, Draco... I just wanted to say how... proud I was watching you fight her. You didn't break. She had to resort to potions and spells. And after everything you went through... you still told her, 'No'."
                              
"Fat load of good it did me," Draco said, but blushed at his praise. 
                              
Harry stared at him, determined to set his mind at ease. "She didn't win, Draco. You're here with me, now. She's going to pay for it."
                              
"Really? Hopkirk is going to persecute her?" Ginny asked.
                              
"Possibly... but she sure resisted it though."
                              
Hermione gave him a look. "She did?"
                              
"After my intensive interrogation with that cow, I sent Draco to Professor McGonagall and Apparated the bitch to the Ministry. I threw her onto the floor in Hopkirk's office and sent a Patronus to Kingsley. Then there might have been some yelling on my part."
                              
"Might?" Ginny scoffed.
                              
Harry smiled and remember the look of fear on Hopkirk's aging, gnarly face. She was nearly in shock and her new witchy assistant fetched Robards, and then called two other Aurors were in the office within seconds. Harry yelled a whole bunch, half of which he didn't remember... mostly. Things like "What the fucking hell was Umbridge doing with a Ministry job" and "Why is it okay for her officers to illegal dose her charges against their will?" Hopkirk could only splutter in response. 
                              
Harry held up the bottle of clear liquid and growled, "Let's see what secrets she's going to reveal to me", and dropped some in her mouth, giving him an alibi.
                              
"That won't be happening, Mr. Potter!" she shrieked. One of the Aurors behind her readied his wand. Harry thought he looked familiar, but Harry couldn't place him. He did keep an eye on him as he looked at his new nemesis properly.
                              
"That's Warlock Potter, by the way." 
                              
"What you just did was illegal!" she shrieked.
                              
"It's only illegal if I wake her up and question her! But to be clear, she had no scruples against using it against Draco Malfoy when he was tied to a chair and under her Imperius Curse!" Harry roared, as Kingsley arrived with two more Aurors.
                              
"Imperius Curse? What is going on, Madam Hopkirk?" he said, with his wand out.
                              
"She assigned Dolores-fucking-Umbridge as Draco's probation officer! And that bitch used Imperio and fucking Veritaserum to control and torture him!" Harry roared and chucked the bottle at the floor in front of their feet, sending glass everywhere.
                              
Robards and one Auror he knew lifted their wands, but Madam Hopkirk stepped in front of them, to stop them from attacking him. "Control yourself, Mr. Potter! These are wild accusations to throw at someone's character!" she crowed.
                              
"Again, I'm a warlock. I saw it happen and, if that's not enough, here's her half-formed wand! Prior Incantato!" he growled, putting his wand tip to Umbridge's ugly wand. 
                              
Harry felt a tightening presence in his mind as the echo of the Imperius Curse darkened the atmosphere of the room itself. Then he felt pressure on his skin from the Freezing Charm on and off, followed by wispy rope echoes. Then came the spells Harry didn't know about. He just heard screams of the Cruciatus Curse when Robards ended it with Deletrius.
                              
"We must take that into evidence!" he growled.
                              
"My evidence? You want my evidence?" he sneered, gripping it tightly.