the_debt_of_time

"Dolores Umbridge." Kingsley stood, trying to keep his composure. This appeared
to be a great deal easier for him—he had been an Auror, after all—than it was for the
Wizengamot members who never had seen battle. Most of them were staring at Umbridge
in horror and at Mia in fearful awe. "You are hereby stripped of your Wizengamot seat
pending a formal investigation into the accusations of fraud, forgery, and the use of an
Unforgivable on former Minister for Magic Harold Minchum. I strongly suggest you have
someone escort you to the Floo and get to St Mungo's."
"Minister, if I may?" Mia spoke up as guards came through the doors to collect
Umbridge.
Kingsley sighed. "Go ahead."
"Before Dolores is escorted out, I'd like to formally file charges against her person
on behalf of the House of Potter."
"This is excessive, Shacklebolt!" Fudge stood, eyes wide as he stared at the bleeding
woman that had once been his right hand when he himself had been Minister. "She's
already defended her Houses against Dolores for what she called her!"
"Yes, that matter has been settled," Mia agreed. "However, this one is much graver.
Dolores Umbridge forcibly spilt the blood of the scion of my House, permanently scarring
him when he was but a child. Isn't that right, Dolores?"
When Umbridge did nothing but weep, Mia cleared her throat.
"I said isn't that right, Dolores? You willingly, illegally, forced the sole heir and scion
of a Noble House to spill their own blood, leaving him scarred."
"I did no such thing!"
Mia grinned. "I was really hoping you'd say that. Coccinus Mendax."
Very slowly, a crimson stain escaped from Umbridge's mouth and moved along the
skin of her face until it settled in the centre of the woman's forehead, spelling out: I must
not tell lies.