The Great Hall slowly emptied as groups of students shuffled toward their dormitories, whispering about Umbridge's unusually long and irritating "welcome speech." Most students were exhausted, others bored, but one person was furious—Dolores Jane Umbridge.
Her squat, pink-clad form marched stiffly through the dim corridors, wand clacking against her clipboard, heels clicking with barely restrained rage. Her smile—usually fixed in its sickly sweetness—twitched violently as she entered her new office, slamming the door behind her.
The plates of decorative kittens on her walls mewled softly as if sensing danger.
Umbridge dropped into her chair, fists trembling.
"That… boy."
Just remembering Roy's words made her face redden like a boiled beet.She had expected her authority to be unquestioned.She had expected the students to fear her.She had expected Dumbledore's support.
But instead—
She was laughed at.Dismissed.Humiliated in front of the entire school.
All because of that Hufflepuff brat.
Umbridge's teacup rattled violently as she raised it to her lips.
"Ten points deducted," she muttered.
But even recalling the punishment she had attempted brought no comfort—because he had laughed in her face.
And worse—
Everyone agreed with him.Students.Teachers.Even Dumbledore.
The memory of Professor Sprout's proud smile toward Roy burned her.
She gritted her teeth.
"This will not stand… He will learn respect…"
But as she reached for her quill to begin drafting a disciplinary strategy, something cold settled in her stomach—Fudge's warning.
Fudge's Warning Echoes
She remembered clearly the conversation in the Minister's office before she left for Hogwarts.
Cornelius Fudge had leaned forward, sweating slightly under his green bowler hat, voice low and unusually serious.
**"Dolores, you may confront Harry Potter.
You may challenge Albus Dumbledore.I will support you fully."**
Umbridge had nodded eagerly.
But then Fudge's tone shifted.
His eyes sharpened, and he repeated her target's name slowly:
"But if you attempt anything—anything at all—against Roy Valvas…"
Umbridge flinched at the memory.
"I will not help you."
She had never heard the Minister speak so bluntly.
But the next words chilled her blood.
**"The Valvas family is not one you can afford to provoke.
Their influence in the Muggle and wizarding worlds is… substantial."**
Umbridge had laughed at first.How much power could a wizarding family possibly have?
Fudge answered by dropping several classified reports on her desk.
The Power Behind the Name
Documents detailing Roy's influence:
• The Valvas family's political allies across Europe• Business holdings spanning Muggle mega-corporations• Connections to major Ministries worldwide• Ties with old wizarding families in France, Germany, and America• Their involvement in maintaining magical–muggle diplomatic stability
And worst of all:
"Roy Valvas prevented an international crisis."
Fudge had explained how Fenrir Greyback attempted to start a war between Muggles and Wizards by kidnapping noble children—including princes from Britain and France.
Roy intervened alone, killed Greyback, freed the hostages, and delivered them safely to their families.
The event was quietly covered up to avoid panic, but Ministries worldwide knew the truth:
Roy was a hero.A living political asset.Virtually untouchable.
And he had the backing of Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel—names that carried centuries of weight.
Back to the Present
Umbridge sat frozen in her chair.
Her fingers tightened around her quill until it snapped.
"Fudge said… not to provoke him…"
Now she understood why.
Roy's name alone sent ripples through governments, councils, and old families.
If she angered him—
Fudge wouldn't protect her.The Ministry wouldn't protect her.No one would.
The pink-clad professor slumped back in her chair, trembling slightly.
Her earlier rage was replaced with something colder, deeper.
Fear.
She had walked into Hogwarts thinking she would rule through authority and intimidation.
But now she realized—
**There was one person in the castle she could never cross.
One student the entire school respected.One boy who could challenge her without consequence.**
Roy Valvas.
The kittens mewed nervously on the plates as the realization sank in:
**She could not touch him.
She could not punish him.She could not threaten him.**
Not without risking her career—Her safety—And possibly her life.