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Cuffe's face indicating that he had, in fact, known about Rita's illegal Animagi form. "—
you've also published slanderous material in regards to several well-known war heroes, not
to mention the blundering mess that the Daily Prophet was pulled into during the war by
publishing anti-Muggle and blood-purist propaganda.
"Mr Cuffe, I plan on taking the Daily Prophet before the Wizengamot, where I will
sue you for every last Galleon you've ever earned by printing my name, the names of my
family, or anyone else I happen to be in association with for defamation of character."
The colour drained from Cuffe's face, and he took a step backward to catch himself
on the edge of a desk, staring in shock as Mia stepped closer to him. "You... You can't
do that."
Sirius laughed loudly. "Oh, she really can. Would you like me to track down a
solicitor for you, kitten?"
Mia shook her head. "Thank you, love, but I believe I promised Mr Cuffe here that
I would put my personal effort into the restoration of the Daily Prophet. Hands-on interest.
It's been quite some time since I've been inside the Ministry, though, and in front of the
Wizengamot no less. Harry, do you think it would be considered tacky to wear my Order
of Merlin during court proceedings? I don't want to come across as prideful, but the shine
of it does bring out my eyes, don't you think?"
When they finally left the offices of the Daily Prophet, Barnabas Cuffe was in
hysterical tears, begging to keep his job. Mia offered him one in the Owlery Department
to which he scrunched up his nose in disgust and mistakenly brought up the fact that he
was a pureblood—as though that meant he was above such things.
"So what're you going to do with the Daily Prophet, Hermione?" Harry asked,
shaking his head in disbelief as they walked away from the building.
"I actually hadn't thought about it. The threat kind of came out of nowhere," she
admitted with a laugh.
"So you're not really going to sue?"
"Oh, I'm absolutely going to sue them. I'd run the whole place into the ground if it
didn't have so many employees, and they can't all be bad," she admitted. "Maybe I'll see if
Luna and her father want to take it over."
"Right, then. I'm off to the Ministry to report an unregistered Animagus." Harry
gestured to the glass jar he had slipped into the pocket of his robes. "See you lot at home?"