What J K Rowling Should Have Done to Umbridge

A/N: This is how is really went...

"Yes Mr. Potter, I think a lifelong ban ought to do the trick," said Umbridge, her smile widening still further as she watched him struggling to comprehend what she had said. "You and Mr. Weasley here. And I think, to be safe, this young man's twin ought to be stopped too-if his teammates had not restrained him, I feel sure he would have attacked young Mr. Malfoy as well. I will want their broomsticks confiscated, of course; I shall keep them safely in my office, to make sure there is no infringement of my ban. But I am not unreasonable, Professor McGonagall," she continued., turning back to Professor McGonagall who was now standing as though carved from ice, staring at her. "The rest of the team can keep playing, I saw no signs of violence from them. Well...good afternoon to you."

And with a look of utmost satisfaction Umbridge left the room, leaving a horrified silence in her wake.

A/N: But if I were the author, this is what would have happened...

"Yes Mr. Potter, I think a lifelong ban ought to do the trick," said Umbridge, her smile widening still further as she watched him struggling to comprehend what she had said. But, the only thing Harry was struggling to comprehend was which of his fists punched harder. And he didn't spend much time doing that.

"You and Mr. Weasley here," Umbridge went on. But before she could get another word out, Harry knocked over his chair, leaped across the room, and threw his fists at the toad lady's face as hard as he could, practically pummeling her to death.

"STOP IT, STOP IT!" Umbridge screamed. "I HAVE AUTHORITY OVER YOU! AHHHHH!"

McGonagall joined in the screaming

"POTTER!" she cried, pulling him off her. She had enormous strength for such an old woman. "WHY ARE YOU BEATING HER UP WITH YOUR BARE HANDS?"

"I just- I-" Harry stuttered.

"Here," McGonagall said as she thrust brass knuckles in his hand. "It'll hurt her more."

"Professor!" George said angrily. "Have we all turned into a bunch of raving lunatics? We must remember to think straight despite all our rage!"

"Thank you, Weasley," Umbridge said getting back up on her toady feet. "Now, Potter, for that, I will make sure that you never set FOOT into Hogwarts ever again! And as for you, Minerva..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, George," McGonagall said. "Would you like some brass knuckles, too?"

"Yes!" George said. "Now you're thinking straight!"

"Sic her, boys," McGonagall said sitting and leaning back in her chair. George and Harry, their knuckles now brassy, advanced on Umbridge.

"Stop it, stop!" Umbridge wailed. "Petrificus Totalus! PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!"

Harry and George both became as rigid as a board and fell to the ground.

"Well, well, well," Umbridge said looking down on them, a toadlike smile forming on her mouth, yet again. "It looks like I won this round, boys," Umbridge sneered, in a toadlike way. "Now, I am going to summon the minister and have you both expelled. There's nothing you can do, now!"

"You such an idiot, Dolores," Harry heard McGonagall's voice say. "Have you forgotten that I'm still here?" Harry heard her get up and walk over to where he and George were laying. With a swish of her wand, Harry and George were on their feet again and able to move.

"Uh...uh..." Umbridge stuttered. She looked like she had no idea what to do. Apparently she didn't because she tried to scream for the minister, even though he was many miles away. "CORNELIUS!" she burst out. "MINISTER, HELP ME!"

"He can't hear you, toad woman!" Harry said. "George and I are playing Quidditch whether you like it or not. But since you came in here acting all superior and annoying, I'm going to turn you into a toad."

One flash of light later, a toad was croaking angrily on the ground, once again.

"Nice job, Harry," McGonagall said, impressed.

"Well it wasn't too hard," Harry shrugged. "All I had to do was turn her green and shrink her."

"Come on, Harry," George said. "Let's go celebrate our victory over Slytherin in the Gryffindor common room."

"Ok," Harry said. "Bye, Professor." He added. And George and him walked away.