Narrator's POV

Once Harry got through the mirror, he ran to Tom's office, crawling into the elder's lap and hiding his face in the crook of his neck.

Harry began to sob, clinging to his soulmate, who asked, "What happened, love?"

Harry didn't reply, not immediately anyway, just cry, soaking Tom's shirt.

After around ten minutes of Harry letting his tears free and Tom comforting him, Harry told him everything that happened, from her little speech at the beginning of class to the last giggle when he was in pain.

It was easy to say that Tom was livid beyond livid. He gently kissed Harry's tear-stained cheeks and rubbed the wound softly as he whispered words Harry didn't recognize nor could hear, making the scar and all of the pain that came with it disappear.

Harry thanked him and kissed him, continuing to hug his older soulmate, not seeing that Tom had transferred the wound to himself.

While he hugged Harry back, he came up with a plan for revenge, planned to attack her two ways, to attack her as both of his personas.

A while later, Harry kissed him and said that he needed to go to dinner.

Tom bid him farewell, saying that he'd see him soon.

***

Three days later, Harry had Defense Against the Dark Arts again, fearful to be in that room again when he sat at his desk.

He hadn't told his Guard what had happened, only Tom knew what had happened in detention.

Umbridge began class when suddenly, the door to the classroom slammed open to reveal a dark haired man, who had eyes like ice, wearing normal Ministry attire who entered the room.

Though it wasn't this man that Dolores Umbridge noticed, no it the Minister of Magic, Lucius Malfoy, she noticed behind him.

"Greetings, children." Minister Malfoy greeted, then seeing Draco, "Hello, son."

Draco greeted his father quickly, knowing for this father to arrive something serious had happened.

"Hello, sir." Umbridge greeted him, hoping the fruits of her labor had paid off

That is, until she noticed the other man that had come in as well, seeing his badge read,

"Brexton Oscuro
Senior Undersecretary to Minister"

Her heart sank as the dark haired man began to speak, "Dolores Umbridge, you have been accused of illegal use of a bloodquill, illegal use of a bloodquill on a minor, use of the Imperius Curse on the head of your department and attacks against magical creatures."

Brexton snapped his fingers when two Aurors walked in and dragged the teacher out of the classroom, Lucius spoke once more, "Because you seem to be missing a teacher now, my Undersecretary, Brexton Oscuro, will be teaching your Defense class for the rest of the year."

Lucius left with the Aurors and Brexton sat on the edge of the teacher's desk, "Greetings, children, as the Minister said," picking up the teacher's copy of the textbook, "I will be teaching your class for the rest of the school year. Can anyone tell me where we currently at?"

"Chapter Two, Page One, sir." Hermione said, forever the genius of the class

Professor Oscuro glances into the textbook, reading the heading, "Theory of Defensive Arts, huh?"

"Yes, sir." Hermione replied

"Well, I know we are still just starting." Professor Oscuro said, throwing his textbook out the nearby fireplace, "We won't be needing that anymore."

The students gasped, surprised to see a teacher dispose of a textbook as the fire ate the textbook up, "I prefer a much more practical approach to teaching, now throw your textbooks in as well, let's get the fire nice and tall."

The students eagerly stood in line and tossed their textbooks in.

Once every textbook was just ashes in the fireplace, the teacher began a fun and safe class.

***

At the end of class, Harry was asked by the teacher to stay behind.

Harry gulped and everyone flooded out.

Harry was scared, "Yes, s-sir?"

Professor Oscuro chuckled, dropping his glamor to reveal the Dark Lord, "Hello, love."

Harry gasped and ran into his arms, "Tom? How are you here?"

"Did you really think I was going to let her hurt you again? Besides, I have always had the desire to teach this class for a year or two." Tom shrugged

Harry's eyes widened, Tom was doing this for him, "What about the raids and stuff? Don't you have to organize them and lead them and-"

"I still can, Barty can cover for me if necessary and I can organize the roads around my schedule. You are my top priority, love." Tom interrupted

Harry blushed deeply, "But why Brexton?"

"Well, I thought it was rather ironic. Brexton means nobility or Lord and Oscuro is Spanish for Dark." Tom explained

Harry giggled, "So the Dark Lord is hiding out as Lord Dark?"

Tom sighed, it didn't sound as cool like that, "Basically."

***

That night, Dolores Umbridge was sitting in her cell in Azkaban when two figures walked into the room: the taller one she recognized as Lord Voldemort and the second was...Harry Potter?

What the hell was he doing here?

"So this is the infamous Umbridge I've heard so much about." The Dark Lord said

"I told you she looked like a toad." Harry laughed

"But...but you're dead." Dolores whimpered to Lord Voldemort

"You're right, Harry, hideous and stupid." He chuckled

"What are you doing here, Potter?" Dolores asked, fear in her eyes

"Why wouldn't I be with my soulmate?" Harry replied as Dolores' mouth widened in shock

The Dark Lord caressed Harry's cheek,"What do you think we should do with her, my love?"

Dolores pleaded with Harry, but was ignored.

"I think we should give her a taste of her own medicine." Harry replied

"And what would you suggest, sweetheart?"

"Maybe we could make her used the bloodquills she forced me to use in detention." Harry said, smirking evilly

"Perfect, her just desserts." Lord Voldemort praised

The next morning, she was found dead in her cell, tortures to death with a bloodquill, surrounded by her own bloody penmanship saying that she didn't deserve to live...