"Jadis, you don't seem to understand the situation here. Your daughter has harmed Officers of the Ministry."

"And you Minister don't seem to realise that my 15 year old daughter is a perfectly normal teenager, who wants to go to school." Jadis walked around the Minister's desk to look him in the eyes.

"She doesn't remember her father, and she doesn't know what to do to be capable of the things her father has done. Besides, its her OWL year, and she needs to be in a real class room for this."

"Jadis," sighed the Minister, "Let me speak with her one on one, I'm sure there are things that she wishes to say to me, and don't worry she has immunity here."

Jadis walked out of the room and Minister Fudge turned to look out his window again. A few minutes later the doors to his office burst open and a young girl with choppy brown hair and gray eyes stormed into the room.

"You want to here want I have to say apparently!", Fudge nodded, "Well then, this is a change isn't it, what turning over a new leaf are we Fudge! If my father..."

"Threats are not needed here Therin."

"hem hem"

"Yes Dolores?" said Fudge. A squat woman who looked like an overlarge toad came into view from the shadows.

"I would like to address Ms. Riddle," Fudge gave her a go ahead nod, "Ms. Riddle, your fathernever gave a damn about anyone in his entire life. He only married your mother to continue the line of Slytherin. He never cared about either of you."

"You shut you mouth you stupid toad! You never knew my father."

"Neither did you as your mother was kind enough to point out."

"I was exactly a year old when he died. The only thing I remember about him is the night he died! When he took me in his arms and told me he would protect me forever and that he loves me!"

"Lies! Minister, she is like Potter, all she does is lie! All she wants is fame! Send her to the dementors I say Cornelius!"

"You! How dare you insult me by comparing me to the likes of Harry Potter! It's his fault that my father is dead! I should curse you into oblivion!"

"Therin, Dolores, please calm yourselves, and Therin, anger is not an excuse to use parseltongue. Therin I will send you to Hogwarts this year, and if all goes well you can stay there until your NEWT year is over."

"Thank-you Minister."