Fudge was instantly faced with the wrath of the entire Wizengamot.
Voldemort had taken their dignity, their lives, their rights, and their freedoms.
Mia threatened to take their money."'Profit is sweet, even if it comes from deception,'" she told Remus as they took the
Floo home from the Ministry, each with a stack of papers to go through in regards to the
many laws and pieces of legislation that they had proposed themselves and others they had
requested to be rewritten or banished entirely.
He laughed, not as loudly as Sirius had done in the middle of the Wizengamot
chamber when Peneus Parkinson outright asked Mia if she were holding the Wizengamot
hostage. She had replied, "Of course not. I'm purchasing it in exchange for your own
money, with interest."
It made her a target, of course, but with Death Eaters all dead or in Azkaban these
days, apparently no one in actual power was willing to go up against a woman who held
family connections within the three wealthiest families in Wizarding Britain. Never mind
that she was marrying a supposed madman, was the sister of the Chosen One, and
somehow had the Death Eater Malfoy heir in the palm of her hand.
When Kingsley confronted her after the session ended—after she allowed it to
end—he had asked what the hell she had been thinking.
Mia had smiled at the man, shook his hand in thanks for all he had done for her
that day, and simply said, "I'm going to help you rebuild the Ministry, Kings. Rebuild our
entire community. I'm the bad guy that they're all afraid of now. You're the good guy who
will let them keep their Galleons by placating me from time to time by passing laws granting
rights to magical creatures, banishing stigmas, and granting fair trials to everyone. Oh, don't
pout, Kings. You'll get wrinkles."