Little B

09 Feb

“Father! Father! Look!” Little B ran into his father’s meeting with the Minister of Magic, looking rather preoccupied with the gold button he was holding up high.

“It’s a button! I found… a button.” Little B looked around the room, and the men in suits were staring back at him. And then looking at his father, he knew he had done something wrong, even though he did not know what it was.

Taking him roughly by the wrist, his father pulled him outside and shouted, “Nancy!”

A young lady hurried to them, apologizing as she mumbled something about losing him. But his father merely grunted as he shoved Little B to Nancy and disappeared behind the white wooden doors.

“You have been a bad boy Little B!” Nancy said as she looked into the eyes of the confused child.

“I did something wrong,” Little B said as he dropped his head, along with the gold button in his hand.

Nancy sighed as she took him by the hand and pulled him along the red carpeted hallway. She then brought him to his father’s office where she sat him down, gave him some cookies and milk, and told him not to move.

Little B did as he was told, as he knew he was already in big trouble. He wished his mother was around, so he could ask why his father was angry with him, but she was away, visiting his sick aunt.

Little B had never followed his father to work. He was not allowed to. But since his mother was away, they had no one to look after him and his father was forced to bring him along. This was his first day in his father’s office, and he somehow knew it would be his last. His father would rather put him at a muggle daycare center than take him to work after what had happened today.

Overwhelmed with confusion, Little B quickly wiped the tears off his cheeks.

“Man do not cry! Father says so,” he told himself as he waited.

Little B waited till his father returned, but he did not say a word as he watched his father work. He did not mutter, or grumble. He did not even raise his hand when he got thirsty. Little B waited till the clock chimed at 5 p.m, when he hurriedly followed his father out of the office, ready to head home.

It was not till they reached the floo network that his father saw him and muttered, “Ah, at least you are smart enough to tag along. I would have left you behind if you have not.”

Those words left a sting in his little heart. Did his father actually forget about him?

Little B did not say anything as he hurried into the chimney, next to his father, and held on to his father’s cloak.

Moments later, they had arrived home, and before he could speak, his father waved him away.

Little B retreated to his room, changed into a new set of clothes and sat on his bed, waiting to be called for dinner. And then the knock on the door came.

“Dinner time Little B,” his old and fragile house elf said.

Little B then smiled to himself. Maybe at dinner time, he could talk to his father and say he was sorry, then his father would not be angry with him anymore. With hope, Little B hurried to the dinner table and waited.

After all the food was served, Little B waited for his father to join him, but his father never came.

“Is father coming for dinner?” Little B asked the house elf, but the house elf shook his head sympathetically at him.

Unwillingly, he waited no longer and finished up his meal. He then let the house elf help him in the shower, and get ready for bed. But just as he was about to tuck himself in, his house elf came with a parcel in hand.

“From your mother,” he said, and then he left.

Little B excitedly ripped it open to find a color changing quill and a letter attached to it. He may not be very good at reading, but he knew his mother’s letter would not be hard.

‘ Happy Birthday Little B!

You are mommy’s big boy now! How is it like being three years old?

Mommy is really sorry. Mommy wish she could be there to blow the candles off your cake with you, but your aunt is very very ill.

You must hang in there Little B. Mommy will be back soon, and then mommy can continue your favourite bedtime story about Little Barty!

I hope you like your present. You can draw a picture for mommy with it!

I love you Little B. So so much! ‘

“There’s no cake, mommy,” Little B said in response to the letter.

And then folding the letter, he slid it under his pillow and rested his small head.

Pulling up the blankets to his chest, Little B recited, “There was once a boy named Barty Junior. He was a very happy boy. His mommy loved him so much, and his daddy too. His daddy was an important man, that was why he can’t take Barty to the park. But Barty don’t have to worry, cause he has his beautiful mommy to take him. Barty loves his mommy, and his daddy. And Barty will always be a happy little boy…”


Posted by on February 9, 2012 in Fan Fiction (Shorts)


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21 responses to “Little B

  1. Brihadeesh Sankaranarayanan

    February 9, 2012 at 5:06 pm

    Tremendous. I never guessed who Little B could be. Wonderful:)

  2. Ann

    February 9, 2012 at 5:19 pm

    ommmmg I really didn’t know who Little B was and it was so suspenseful!
    this is a really different, but good perspective of Barty! 🙂

    • Jeyna Grace

      February 9, 2012 at 5:26 pm

      Thank you 🙂 Glad I kept the suspense till the end.

  3. bluebookbelle

    February 9, 2012 at 6:11 pm

    That’s really good! Felt so sorry for the little guy and was so surprised at the end at his identity! Great writing!

  4. On life and stuff

    February 10, 2012 at 12:25 am

    Funnily enough; I knew who Little B was since the beginning, but that was because I tried to figure it out. But precisely that made it more heartwrenching. Such a little boy (only 3!!!), already despised and/or ignored by his father. So, so sad. Great work!

    • Jeyna Grace

      February 10, 2012 at 12:32 am

      Haha! Thanks! Well, I guess the guessing game is pretty fun huh 🙂 I would have done the same.

  5. abbles

    February 12, 2012 at 5:08 am

    Oh! So sad! Once again I had no idea who you were talking about until the end 🙂

    • Jeyna Grace

      February 12, 2012 at 9:59 am

      I guess this story is the most un-guessable one 🙂

  6. Saronai

    March 12, 2012 at 11:26 pm

    I was able to guess it by him being called “Little B” except I forgot what their names were, but I figured it was the senior and junior “pair” in the story. I agree with On life and stuff though, knowing, I think, made it that much more heart-wrenching a story. Poor Little B.

    • Jeyna Grace

      March 12, 2012 at 11:29 pm

      I guess it’s a good thing sometimes to tell the readers who the characters are, but it’s always fun to play the guessing game. Thanks!

      • Saronai

        March 12, 2012 at 11:41 pm

        Oh yes, it was still fun to have a little guessing factored in there and not remembering their names so I wasn’t 100% sure I was right.

  7. maddier

    July 9, 2012 at 3:22 pm

    Makes me sad. 😦 Written well though!

  8. donnaray

    November 21, 2012 at 6:39 am

    Well, I knew it was Barty Crouch Sr. after reading the first two sentences..his manner maybe…damn, he’s insensitive….my heart reached out to little B…but, don’t you think 3 years was too young to understand all that n read and make sense of the letter??

    • Jeyna Grace

      November 21, 2012 at 11:05 am

      I know 3 year olds who can read, that’s why I tried to make the letter as simple as possible. Maybe he’s just a smart kid? Haha!

  9. yumnaidrees

    January 14, 2013 at 4:02 pm

    WOW!! amazing!! 😀

  10. sn9alltime

    April 9, 2015 at 7:29 pm

    So touching. I was just flipping through your blog after you commented on mine and this made me aww.
    It was so good that i could practically see the junior Crouch with his little head on the pillow.:)

    • Jeyna Grace

      April 10, 2015 at 9:29 am

      Thank you for checking out my stories 😀 Glad you liked this one. I wish he had a better childhood, then maybe he wouldn’t have took the wrong turn.


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