Chapter 7
The laughter of the seven Harrys, including the youngest, was completely raucous and dark, full of mockery of Fudge. This angered the Minister, who, for once, understood that he was being laughed at, but before he could shout anything else, Umbridge leapt to the Minister's defense.
‘’How dare you laugh at the Minister's words! You should be ashamed of yourselves! ...''
Umbridge went on ranting for a while longer as she waved her arms in an attempt to be more threatening to compensate for her short stature. The Harrys stopped laughing at these shouts and their glares turned to promises of death if Umbridge continued to speak.
Still, Umbridge did not stop until Minerva, who had not uttered a word until then, interrupted her, ``Dolores, please do not insult our guests,'' she said in a tone that was intended to be appeasing.
Before Dolores could reply, it was the seventh Harry, the inhuman looking one, who spoke, his voice as terrifying as his appearance, ``Yes Dolores, don't upset your guests,'' he said, keeping a flat face.
As sinister as the voice was, Dolores was beyond angry at the mockery of her person, so, ignoring Professor McGonagall’s words, she shouted again, ``How dare you! ‘’
Umbridge was unable to complete her sentence, mainly because she no longer had a head to think or speak with. The sixth Harry, the one with the black lips and fingernails, had apparently had enough of Umbridge's shouting, so he had decided to snap his fingers to blow her head off and shut her up. A somewhat radical solution, but one that certainly paid off.
Umbridge's head exploded in such a way that not a single recognizable bone fragment was left, just a huge smear of blood, hair and brain matter that stained both the table, onto which the rest of the woman's body then fell, and her fellow teachers, who were so horrified by the scene that they couldn't even scream.
The whole room fell into stony silence, until the youngest of the Harrys, the first, uncovered his ears, hitherto blocked by his hands, and exclaimed ``Thank you!'' as all the other Harrys sighed with relief.
At this, our Harry lets out a small laugh. Harry finds it very funny, how all these Harrys can be so similar to him and yet so different, because, to tell the truth, Harry also felt like blowing Umbridge's head off when she shouts like that, and if they hadn't beaten him to it, he would have thanked the sixth Harry as well.
Dumbledore on the other hand, wasn't taking the whole thing so humorously. Apparently, he had summoned seven lunatics to his world and on top of that, the Harry here found this funny. Things were not only not going as he had planned, they were going catastrophically wrong. Some of the people in the room were so scared that they decided to get out of there as fast as they could before it could happen to them.
The people who were hit by Umbridge's blood were not so subtle, as when they came out of their stupor they started screaming at the top of their lungs and climbing up the table to run for the exit.
As if all this wasn't enough trouble, one more person arrived in the great hall. Voldemort walked through the doors of the hall with his billowing black robes, his red eyes and his trademark creepy serpentine face, and Harry couldn't tell if people were more terrified of the seven Harrys or of Voldemort himself.
If Harry was honest, he would be more scared of the Harrys, if not himself, given that one of them had blown his Defense teacher's head off, and as fun and satisfying as that had been, Harry had never seen Voldemort perform such a feat without a wand. Voldemort, who only now saw that the terrified faces of the people in the room were not produced by him, frowned, and looked directly at the seven Harrys.
``Albus Dumbledore'' Voldemort hissed as he bared too many teeth in his grin ``I see your ploy to defeat me has not gone as well as you thought it would. But don't worry, I will quickly clean up the pests you have summoned,'' he said as he drew his pale wand from the sleeves of his black robes and pointed it at the seven of them.