"Fudge," I said in disbelief, "I-I mean Minister Fudge." The Minister peered down at me with amusement in his eyes, but disgust on his face. "Would you mind letting go of my robes," he teased. I released his cloak from my grasp, feeling embarrassed beyond anything. Fudge leaned down and said in a hushed tone, "Perhaps you should stand up. People are starting to stare." I was taken aback by what he said at first. Then realization slowly dawned on me. I was on my knees on the floor of, what I assume to be, the Ministry of Magic. Witches and wizards alike were giving me odd looks and I sheepishly got to my feet.
"What is your name," the minister began to interrogate. "Jenna Iddler," I mumbled. "Speak up, dear, I am an old fellow," the minister teased. "Jenna Iddler," I answered a bit louder. He nodded his head, "Well then, follow me Miss Iddler. We can continue this discussion in my office." I gulped but agreed none the less. He is the Minister of Magic after all.
I followed him through the ministry, all the way to his office. I was expecting the Minister of Magic to have a grander domain, yet Dumbledore's office was by far more impressive. "Take a seat," Fudge suggested warmly. I took a seat on one of the plush chairs in front of his desk. "Now, you said your name is Jenna Iddler," he asked curiously. I nodded my head, "Yes, sir." He walked over to a file cabinet and yanked open a draw. My jaw dropped as the draw spread throughout the room. The minister pulled out his wand and did the whole 'swish and flick' thing you learn in first year. "Iddler, Jenna," he said firmly.
I sat and waited. Nothing happened. The minister furrowed his eyebrows and scrunched his face. "Iddler, Jenna," he repeated. Once again, nothing happened. "Um….Minister…if you don't mind me asking…what is it that you are trying to do?" I said shyly. "Find your file, but it seems, well, you do not have one," Fudge replied, with a troubled look. "And that's….?" "Bad," he finished, "Your file is technically proof of your existence and you do not seem to have one."
The minister turned around and pointed his wand at me. "What is your real name," he said threateningly. My stomach dropped and my heart started going a mile a minute. "I-I told you," I stuttered. "Who is your legal guardian?" He stated, not moving his wand an inch. "Severus Snape," I answered a bit shakily. The minister waved his wand and muttered the potion master's name. A file levitated out of the never ending drawer and flew towards Fudge. Silence engulfed the room as Fudge read Severus's file.
"It seems here that Severus Snape is currently the guardian of an Emma Jenette Riddle….what is your full name, Jenna?" The minister asked blankly. "Jenna Yvette Iddler…" I answered hesitantly. "I'm sorry Miss Iddler but, until Severus Snape comes in for questioning, I have no choice but to hold you here until your identity is confirmed." I blinked several times and processed what he said. Was he…arresting me? For not existing?