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and, even if he did, Harry was unlikely to say anything back with Remus and Tonks standing
between them.
Mia smiled at the manager and feigned a humble expression before her stare turned
cold. "Then you'll serve him," she said, gesturing to Draco, her tone one of finality, "either
because he is a war hero, which he is, or because other war heroes insist upon it, which I
do."
And just like that, the portly man changed his opinion of the famed Hermione
Granger.
One Death Eater in her social basket and all her war efforts were for nothing.
Luckily, the man apparently knew better than to turn a glaring eye on Harry Potter, despite
how he now felt about her.
"I don't know how you can throw in with his lot! He's the son of Lucius Malfoy!"
Without raising her voice, Mia smiled politely. That in itself should have been a
warning. "He's also the son of Narcissa Black, which makes him family. I don't take kindly
to threats made against my family."
It helped a bit that the details regarding Voldemort's destruction and the deaths of
many Death Eaters had not been made public. It helped that there were far too many
rumours and far too much speculation as to how the Dark Lord really died, and what part
the people standing in front of the gathered staff of the restaurant played in the end of the
war. Hermione Granger was just a Muggle-born witch who helped Harry Potter, wasn't
she? Or was she the Brightest Witch of the Age, as many had decided to call her, and if so,
what exactly did that mean?
The manager looked at the ground briefly, apparently affected by the fact that she
refused to break eye contact with him. "I ain't threatenin'," he mumbled, "just saying I
heard he killed his own father, is all."
"That he did." Mia smiled as though it were the most pleasant news she had heard
that day and she was eager to share it. "Took down Voldemort's right-hand man minutes
after Bellatrix Lestrange had her throat ripped out by my handsome wizard here," she said,
reaching back for Sirius who, instead of taking her palm properly, nuzzled up against her
neck, kissed her shoulder.
"The House of Black." Mia grinned smugly, attempting to ignore Sirius's behaviour
despite the fact that it amused her to no end. "We're not known for being very stable