"Somebody had to act," breathed Umbridge, as her wand came to rest pointing directly at Hermione’s forehead. "They were all bleating about silencing Potter somehow... discrediting him, but I was the one who actually did something about it ... only he wriggled out of that one ? Not today though, not now. If I can’t have potter, I’ll take his Golden Girl instead..’ And taking a deep breath, she cried, "Cruc—’