the_debt_of_time

Mia's brow lifted, and she smiled and bowed her head. "As you
wish Madam Umbridge, but if you insist on proper titles then you should recognise me as
Lady Black."
The collective Wizengamot, save for the members of the Order, gasped loudly.
"I beg your pardon?" Umbridge choked on the words.
"My mother was Dorea Black before she was a Potter and, as Walburga Black—the
last Lady Black—passed on a number of years ago, I claim her title. It is mine by right
either by my mother's blood—as I am yet unmarried—or through marriage later this
summer," she said and flashed them all her large opal engagement ring.
"Marriage?" Fudge gaped at the ring, and his eyes widened dramatically when Sirius
rose from his seat to stand at Mia's side.
"Yes, Miss Potter... or Lady Black," Sirius said, "is my fiancée. And the House of
Black offers her its rightful Wizengamot seat."
Members of the assembly all began shouting.
Mia shook her head at Sirius's obvious delight; he was always happiest when causing
trouble.
"You cannot allow this, Minister!" Umbridge shouted.
"I am merely following protocol, Dolores," Kingsley insisted calmly. "The Heads
of two Houses have passed on their familial seats to Miss Hermione Potter. Nothing can
be done about it."
"That's not true." Fudge stood. "According to procedure, the seat must be offered
to any living descendants of a House that comes after their Head of House. Nothing can
be done about the House of Potter... apparently. But the House of Black... It's too
important to hand over to a... a.. ." He struggled as he clearly avoided calling Mia a
Mudblood, but corrected himself in time. "A nineteen-year-old girl."
"Very well," Sirius accepted. "The next Black heir would be Harry Potter."
Harry grinned, looking really pleased with himself. "I decline and offer the seat to
Hermione Potter."
Yelling continued.
The noise was eventually silenced when the doors to the right opened and Draco,
dressed to the nines in proper robes, looking the very near-image of his late father, stepped
through.