PROCLAIMATION
EDUCATIONAL DECREE
NO. 88
ALL STUDENTS OF ETHNIC MINORITY
ARE TO REPORT FOR REGISTRATION
AND WORK ASSIGNMENTS
ANY STUDENT IN NON-COMPLIANCE
WILL FACE SEVERE CONSEQUENCES
The latest of Headmistress Umbridge’s royal decrees had been the most outrageous yet. It had caused shockwaves of fear throughout the school and made her cruelty and ill-intent undeniable. Of course, there was no one who could stop her. When Hermione, the left-wing self-proclaimed hero of justice, made an immediate stand of opposition by preaching in the corridor, she was hexed with a silencing curse and punched hard in the stomach by Gregory Goyle. Umbridge’s Inquisitorial squad had seemingly been given the power of corporal punishment despite overnight also, and the students had to find that out the hard way.
With Hermione crippled in pain on the floor, Umbridge appeared in person, standing over her with a sweet smile. Facing her students who glared at her with anger and disgust, she saw the opportunity to strike further fear into them by vocally explaining her latest decree. “Let me make this quite clear for all of you. For too long, Hogwarts has admitted students not only of low blood lines, but of low-quality ethnicities. Whilst they still remain a minority, it is crucial the ministry has a full and detailed report of all non-whites currently enrolled at Hogwarts. Blacks, Browns, Asians. Our noble corridors crawl with these vermin. As such, they must report to my temporary office in the Great Hall for registration, the surrendering of their undeserved wands and assignment to new, special work orders. This begins now!” She finalised her statement with a shrill scream, and her Inquisitors burst into action.
It was chaos. Nobody felt safe. However the Inquisitors had already been briefed on their targets and it wasn’t difficult to differentiate them in the crowds. An Indian girl was tackled to the floor and had her wand wrestled from within her robes. A Black was pushed against the wall by two whites, kneed in his stomach. Some race traitor whites tried to defend their fellow students but were made short work of. The violence was unlike something never seen before in these walls. There was a man hunt across the entire school, students of all ages badly beaten, stripped of their dignities. Even the minorities within Slytherin were targeted, however Umbridge had slightly separate plans for those few.
Within a few hours, the Great Hall was full of minorities. There were many recognisable faces such as Cho Chang, who was bleeding from her nose, Pavarti Patil and her sister Padma, shaking and crying. They had been ordered to get into groups of ethnicity, the Asians being the most few. Umbridge looked across them with disgust. She had a particular hatred of Pakistanis and Indians, hating the muggles even more for letting their lands slip from the grasp of the muggle British empire. The Inquisitors were keeping them all in line by hitting them with wooden batons. The entire registration process was long and meticulous. For example, a First Year Chinese looking girl approached the Headmistress. “Name and age?” Umbridge asked the quivering child.
“Lian Hanh. Twelve years.” She responded, looking down at the floor.
“Race?” The next, most important question.
“Well..” Lian began stuttering. “My parents… are from Thailand.”
Umbridge looked up from her parchment, eyes zeroed in on the scared child. “Thailand. Interesting. Why are you here?”
“B-because I received my letter…”
Umbridge laughed shrilly. “How peculiar. I presume your parents entered the United Kingdom legally, albeit through some kind of deceit. Muggle born too, yes?”
The child let out a sob, suddenly feeling ashamed of her entire life. She had never felt a need to question these aspects, they had never been an issue before. Now she was being punished.
“Answer me, gook!” Umbridge spat with malice, making the child flinch.
“Y-yes, headmistress. I was born in England, in Leicester. My p-parents arrived in 1980. I was b-born in England…” she tried to defend herself as tears swelled in her eyes.
“Born in England, yes. However, you shouldn’t have been. Your filthy gook muggle parents should never have been allowed in. Such cowards for fleeing their home country, now it’s you who’ll pay the price for that.” Umbridge smiled the whole time.
Lian let out another sob, not only of shame but also of confusion. She had never done anything wrong. She had a United Kingdom passport, issued legally. Umbridge continued scratching ink on the parchment before her, ignoring the girl’s cries. She then raised her head to the Inquisitor beside her and nodded. Suddenly, the child was grabbed by two with boys and taken for further inspection. Those minorities waiting in line were forced to watch each interrogation. Umbridge was able to cross off each student she had listed already, but it soon became clear one was missing. Angelina Johnson, black. She was nowhere to be seen and whilst Umbridge knew her Inquisitors were still searching the grounds, she had a bad feeling about this one. Angelina was purposefully hiding, in direct non-compliance with Decree No.88.
Umbridge called Draco over, who had been watching the entire process with glee. He leaned down to her. “A nigger is missing, Mr Malfoy. The Nigger Angelina Johnson. You are familiar with this one, I’m sure. The nigger is Gryffindor and is hiding within the castle. Take some others with you and bring the nigger to me. We shall make an example out of her.” They both smiled at each other. As Draco and his hunting party set out, the registration process was eventually completed. Once the last minority had been registered and assigned to work, a device was being set up in front of the staff benches by Filch. He had been hammering and sawing away and at last it was complete. Many students would recognise what Filch had been constructing, but the reality was so unfathomably terrifying they could hardly believe their eyes. It defied all belief.
Where Dumbledore once stood now stood a gallows. A device where it’s victim could be hung from the neck until dead. A muggle execution device that had no place in modern society, let alone a school for children. The crowds began to murmur as rumour spread, those knowing what the device was informing the others. The levels of fear had doubled and some minors even tried breaking ranks and feeling, only to be met with a beating from the Inquisitors. Umbridge stood still like a statue, smiling at the chaos around her. She and her Inquisitors were in full control, all the wands of the minorities had been confiscated and the wooden batons were making light work of any resistance. Some time later, Angelina Johnson was dragged into the Great Hall, kicking and screaming. Her bottom lip had been busted open and her uniform was scruffy, showing signs of a fight. Umbridge offered her biggest smile yet as the last remaining minority was brought to her. “Welcome, Ms Johnson. We’ve been missing you.” Umbridge laughed as Angelina was thrown to the ground before her headmistress.
Angelina looked up at her with pure hatred, wiping blood from her mouth. “Tried to hide, did you dear? How foolish.” Umbridge mocked, kneeling down to the girl. “Such a pretty black face. It really is a shame that you’ve decided to take the route of resistance. Look around you. Many of these ethnics tried to resist. All were beaten.” Umbridge laughed as Angelina looked at her fellow students, blood boiling with fury and outrage. “Sadly, these ethnics will still believe resistance might work for them, inspired by you. Which is why you must be made example of. Once you are taken care of, everything else will fall into line, and Hogwarts can be cleansed!” Umbridge raised herself and her Inquisitors cheered. Blaise Zabini approached the two and took hold of Angelina who had no strength left to fight. As a nigger himself, Blaise had been stripped of his wand, but allowed to continue doing Umbridge’s bidding.
Blaise began dragging Angelina towards the gallows, but she hadn’t noticed them at first. She was too overwhelmed with fear and anger to register her surroundings, but as the crowd grew vocal realising where he was taken her, she soon snapped back into reality and saw the device before her. She was being dragged to her death. Suddenly, she burst into life, struggling desperately against Blaise. Malfoy rushed in to help, striking Angelina in the face. Angelina was now brought to the gallows and Umbridge approached. She turned to face the crowds. “You are about to bare witness to the first Hogwarts execution in hundreds of years. A lynching, in fact, as filthy muggles would say. Nigger Angelina Johnson has been sentenced to death, for the crime of disobedience. A fate which awaits any of you stinking foreigners should you resist me.”
Cries and screams of horror burst out around the Great Hall. Friends consoled friends, strangers hugging strangers. They were all in this nightmare together and now they had to witness an execution. Angelina’s screams of protest were lost in the chaos as she placed onto the gallows, the noose around her neck. “Nice knowing you, nigger bitch.” Draco whispered in her ear. Instead of a manual lever to drop the platform, Umbridge needed only to give a wave of her wand. Blaise, ashamed of himself, unable to look at his fellow nigger in the eyes, stepped off the platform with Malfoy. Umbridge walked directly in front of Angelina, smiling up at her. “You must now suffer the same fate as many of your ancestors. As your white superior, it is well within my right to execute you.” Umbridge’s smile never faded.
As Angelina cried out one last time, “PLEASE DON’T!” The Inquisitors burst into laughter as Umbridge waved her wand. The platform opened and Angelina dropped, the rope snapping her neck cleanly as her body spasmed out the last millimetres of her short life. A cheer rained out from the Inquisitors, drowning out the screams of horror from the ethnics. A wave of ecstasy shot through Umbridge’s fat old body, her old cunt creaming at the sight of the executed nigger. Her nipples hardened under her pink clothing, aroused and instantly addicted to the sensation of murder. “Inquisitors! Ensure the rest of the vile minorities are put to work immediately. Have a paki follow me to my private office. A young paki, I have need of some… nimble fingers.” The horrid old headmistress’s smile turned into a cruel smirk. Vincent Grabbe picked out a Pakistani girl from the list and sent her to Umbridge. “Yes, you’ll do. You’ll be assigned to me from now on, do you understand, paki?”
The young girl sobbed and nodded her head. Together, they left the hall for her office, as Angelina’s black body hung slowly from the gallows. Filch watched on casually, his old cock stiffening. He had a few ideas as for what he could do with her carcass. Umbridge’s reign head finally reached it’s true form, pure tyranny and dictatorship. With the Ministry on her side and mostly unknowing of her vile deeds, there was no one who could stop her. As she and the Pakistani girl reached her office, Umbridge began stripping from her clothes. The child, repulsed at the sight, began crying. “Silence, paki bitch. You’re my slave now. Consider yourself lucky someone has finally found a use for you, you stinking brown cunt!” Umbridge slapped the child on her face, then laid herself out on her desk with her legs open.
The child was then subjected to extreme sexual abuse, as pictures of kittens and cats watched on, meowing over her cries and moans.