the_debt_of_time

"Yes," Harry said simply. "As I am not the only Potter, I feel it's my duty to my
House to have my family name best represented in the Wizengamot. I'm an Auror. So, I
did quite well in Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, but I was pants at History of
Magic. I elect to pass my family seat on."
Fudge could apparently not stand to remain silent any longer. Either that or
Umbridge was elbowing him in the ribs, indicating that he should do something. "What do
you mean you're not the only Potter?"
Mia smiled and stood to make her way to Harry's side. Many glared at her, but the
only set of eyes she took immediate notice of were Umbridge's. She smiled at the toady old
witch and watched in amusement as the woman bristled.
"The Wizengamot recognises Hermione Granger," Kingsley said.
"Potter, actually," Mia corrected him. "I've just come from the Wizengamot
Department of Administration to have my name officially changed."
Umbridge stood, her face turning a shade of purple that matched her robes. "This
is an outrage!" she screamed, not even trying to use her generally honeyed-poison tone of
voice. "Do you mean to tell me that Harry Potter has married a Mudblood and intends to
pass to her a noble family seat in the Wizengamot?" She held her hand against her heart as
though the very idea would cause her to faint. "Lords and Ladies, this is why I
voted against bestowing such a seat of honour to the House of Potter. They have defiled
their name in the past and continue to do so!"
Many bobbed their heads in agreement. Others rolled their eyes dramatically. Every
Weasley present—Percy included—stood at the mention of the slur in outrage.
"Dolores, you will hold your tongue and refrain from using such language. We will
not have this conversation again," Kingsley ordered.
Mia cleared her throat and smiled. "I'm hardly Harry's wife," she insisted, watching
with a chuckle as Harry recoiled at the very suggestion of such a thing. "My name is
Hermione Potter, but many of you might know me as Mia."
Something was dropped in the back, and the bang of whatever it was echoed around
the room. When the echo cleared, the room was left in utter silence until Damocles Belby
gasped. "Son of Salazar... Mia Potter?"
Adrian Abbot stared down at her, eyes wide. "Mia?"
Elora Zabini focused her attention on her old school rival. "That's her all right."