the_debt_of_time

"Adrian, Damocles, it's so good to see you again." Mia smiled at the wizards and
then turned her eyes on the witch. "Zabini."
Elora sneered. "Potter."
"I demand an explanation!" Umbridge cried.
"Gladly, Dolores," Kingsley said, taking charge of the room and silencing all the
whispers in the crowd. "Several months ago, Hermione Granger came upon a trap set by
the Death Eater, Antonin Dolohov. He had triggered a Time-Turner and placed it among
Miss Granger's belongings. Hermione was sent back to 1971, where she was adopted by
Charlus and Dorea Potter, thus known as Mia Potter. She recently returned from 1979 and
informed me of the situation."
"And you just believed her?" Umbridge scoffed loudly. "Minister, this girl is a well-
known manipulator!"
"Madam Umbridge, Miss Potter went through an official interrogation by the
Minister himself," Percy said, the air of self-righteousness surrounding him as he spoke,
offended on the Ministry's behalf that they would not have taken such a claim seriously.
Umbridge frowned at the declaration, turning her attention to Kingsley and forcing
herself into a sickeningly sweet smile. "With all due respect, Minister, it's known that you're
acquainted with Miss Granger. Some might consider any interrogation by you biased. I
would hate to see a man such as yourself belittled and badmouthed over what could be
considered a scandal."
From the audience, Mia could hear Sirius scoff loudly. All things considered, he
could have done much worse. She had actually thought about leaving him at home, but he
was necessary to her plans, and she did so enjoy showing him off in public.
"I'll allow for Veritaserum questioning if that would please the Wizengamot," Mia
said with a smile, turning her attention to Umbridge. "Perhaps slip some in my tea, Dolores.
If not, I'm open to Legilimency. Madam Fawley, I've been told you're quite the
accomplished Legilimens," she said to the witch near Neville's grandmother, who preened
under the compliment.
"And also a Gryffindor," Umbridge argued. "No, I think perhaps someone without
House affinities would do better. Lord Parkinson? Lord Bulstrode?"
Peneus Parkinson broke out in a devious grin at the offer and sat tall.