Horrific in all the best ways--I felt all the way through that there was another layer of wrongness underneath the surface, lurking. And this fic is an argument for "obliviate" as an Unforgivable Curse if there ever was one.
I *loved* the premise that Umbridge was trying to restore magic to Squibs by extorting/extracting it somehow from Muggle-born wizards. Brava! M.