Fan Fiction (Novel)

FHB: Chapter 20

FHB Chapter 20

Lucius shifted his weight uncomfortably, contemplating on making a move. When he found a short burst of bravery matching up his desperation, he strode up to Tanya.

“Tanya,” Lucius greeted.

Tanya turned to see who it was and replied, “Why am I not surprise?”

“I take that as a compliment,” Lucius replied.

“Well, you should go find someone to pair with.”

Lucius shifted his weight again, this time too obvious too ignore.

“Wait, are you here to ask me to be your partner?” Tanya asked, drowning the pride Lucius was attempting to keep afloat.

Before Lucius could reply, Tanya added, “But I already have a partner.”

The girl standing with them smiled and said, “It’s alright. I don’t mind making new friends.”

When the girl left, the sharp pinch from her words remained. But instead of defending his already hurt ego, Lucius turned to Tanya.

“You didn’t have to say that,” Lucius said.

“Say what?”

“Point out that I’m here to ask you to be my partner,” Lucius answered almost immediately.

“Why? Isn’t that so?”

Lucius narrowed his eyes, and then he said, “Sometimes, I’m not sure if you’re really that naïve or just playing me.”

Tanya shrugged in reply and began walking towards the exit. Lucius simply followed her, and continued doing so as the group broke off in their pairs and headed to the ministry headquarters.

The city was bustling that day, and it took Tanya only ten minutes to find the lifeless boutique they were instructed to find. Her sense of direction amidst the rushing muggle crowd was rather impressive.

Once in the shop, Tanya whispered the numbers ‘62442’ to the shopkeeper and they were immediately led to a fireplace in a hidden room behind an old bookshelf.

“Ladies first,” Lucius said.

Tanya took a handful of floo powder from a deep bowl, stepped into the fireplace, and said the magic words. When the flames shot up and died down, Lucius went next.

The heatless flames engulfed Lucius and a second later he arrived in the ministry headquarters. The ministry was as busy as the streets above, and Lucius began imagining what it would be like to be a minister. He could see himself climbing his way up and achieving greatness, and the thought of controlling the magical community gave him shivers of excitement. Unfortunately for him, his imagination was cut short with Tanya’s call.

“Lucius, come on! Which department are you in? We can’t be late.”

Despite the urgency in her tone, Lucius took his time. When they finally arrived at the elevators, Tanya said, “You could walk faster.”

“We’re not late,” Lucius replied with a shrug.

“We have five minutes to get to our departments. We will be late. Anyway, which department are you going?”

“Department of Magical Education,” Lucius replied.

The answer gave Tanya a strange look on her face. She seemed to be having a hard time digesting his words.

“Don’t look so surprise. What department are you in?”

“I’m hoping you have no ulterior motive for choosing that department.”

“You can’t choose where they place you,” Lucius pointed out.

Tanya chuckled and said, “I’m sure YOU were given an option. Well, I’m off to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. I don’t want to be late, so you can take the next ride. Meet you here at five!”

With that, Tanya squeezed into a crowded elevator and waved goodbye. The elevator shot backwards and then sideways, with Tanya’s startled scream bouncing down the tricky elevator tunnels. Shortly after that, Lucius found a rather empty elevator and headed to his department.

The first day as an intern was rather satisfactory for Lucius. He was the only one placed in that department so there were no other interns outdoing him. The people also knew who he was, and they praised him for his little act during the O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s examination. Lucius was sort of an ideal intern in their book, and they treated him way better than he had expected. He did not have to make the coffee or copy letters, he simply sat in their meetings and discussions, taking in more information than he should.

When the clock on the wall finally ticked five, Lucius left his bare desk and met up with Tanya at the atrium.

“So, how was your first day?” Tanya asked excitedly.

“It was fine. How was yours?”

“Splendid!” Tanya continued on with how much she had learned about the dark arts, which made Lucius a little uncomfortable. He was no stranger to it, but the fact that the ministry knew so much was not comforting.

Tanya recited her whole day while they had dinner in a cafe in the ministry headquarters, and then she went into the littlest details as they made their way to their muggle apartment. Tanya only stopped her ‘daily report’ when they entered their living quarters and found it ten times larger than what it seemed from the outside. That would explain why they placed all the interns in one place.

“This is amazing!” Tanya said in awe. She was acting like a typical mudblood the whole day and Lucius was feeling a little sick from it.

Excusing himself, Lucius went to look for his room. When he finally found it, he wondered how he was going to survive for the whole month. Sharing the tiny room with a stranger put a lump in his throat.

Muttering under his breath, Lucius dragged his legs in and slumped on a bed. Just as he did, an envelope bounced off the soft comforter and landed gently on the floor. Was the letter for his roommate, or was it for him? It was addressed to no one and Lucius wondered if he should take a peek.

To Be Continued…

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Fan Fiction (Novel)

FHB: Chapter 19

FHB Chapter 19

“I’ve accepted an internship with the Ministry of Magic. I know-” Lucius paused when his father gave him a strange look.

Abraxas Malfoy turned to face Lucius as the room began drowning in darkness. The flame in the fireplace was dying from the strange chill in the air.

“I know you don’t-”

“I’m not talking about the internship, Lucius. I’m talking about your conversation with the Dark Lord,” his father interrupted him.

Lucius did not see why it was such a big deal. His father had always wanted him to join the death eaters, so what was the problem with Lucius speaking to the Dark Lord?


“He left you a letter,” his father cut him off again.

Lucius stared at the letter in his father’s hand and wondered what was in it. What words did the Dark Lord spare him before he left? Were they orders, were they praises, or were they encouragements? Lucius could not imagine the Dark Lord giving praises or encouragements, but reality was surprising.

“I do hope your internship would do you good, young Lucius. I’m looking forward to seeing you as my death eater in the near future as I thoroughly enjoyed your company. Best wishes, your friend,” his father read, failing to supress the anger inside of him.

“What’s the matter, father? I thought that would make you proud,” Lucius boldly ask.

“Proud? Proud that my son is having little chats with the house guest?”

“Yes,” Lucius simply answered, unable to understand what the fuss was all about.

“The Dark Lord is not your friend, Lucius. Cozying up with him will not make your life easier!”

“I thought you wanted me to be a death eater?”

“Yes, I do, but under my supervision! You are treading in dangerous water, son.”

“I don’t understand. The Dark Lord is not a stranger to us, why does it bother you when he’s being nice-”

“The Dark Lord is not nice or friendly, he simply has a way with words. You’re too naïve to see this, but whatever he says carries an ulterior motive, Lucius. I have been with him for years and I know him well enough to know that.”

The flickering flames in his father’s eyes disappeared, just as the fire in the fireplace went out in a poof. The moment the fireplace lit up from a spell his father casted, Lucius began to understand where his father was coming from. His father was not great with words, but as a son not seeking an argument, Lucius caught his intentions pretty quickly.

“So, what do you want me to do? I can’t be a death eater without being loyal to the Dark Lord.”

“Be loyal to the cause, not to the man. Fly when he soars but swim when he drowns.”

“You don’t do that,” Lucius pointed out. His father seemed more loyal to the man than the cause for blood purity.

“I don’t do that so that you can. His faith in us Malfoys are strong, and he would not suspect a lack of loyalty from you.”

Lucius remained silent as his father continued, “The next time he talks to you, come to me right away. Remember, our loyalty lies with our family.”

His father placed the letter on the table and gave Lucius’ shoulder a squeeze before he left. Lucius stood listening as his father’s footsteps travelled down the hallway and disappeared behind a door. Once Lucius was in the presence of no one but the breathing fire, he shut his bedroom door and reached for the letter. He hesitated for a moment but soon decided not to look at it as he fed it to the flames.

Lucius knew there was truth in his father’s words. Loyalty was to the family and their cause, not to any man. That night, Lucius drifted into dream world with the words ‘fly when he soars, swim when he drowns’ echoing in his head.

After the father-son conversation, Lucius found his father more vocal during mealtimes. It was as though a wall had been broken down and Abraxas could now relate to his son. Lucius could see why, as his father no longer needed to struggle with the thought of loosing his only son to his master. Knowing that, Lucius was determined to not let it happen. He was smart; smarter than most people thought he was.

A week later, Lucius bid farewell to his parents as he left for his internship. He was driven to a little office in the city where all the interns were instructed to meet. When he arrived, he was brought to a briefing room filled with forty over students. Lucius did not expect a low number and felt rather proud of being among the chosen few.

As Lucius took a seat at the back of the room, the last few students scrambled in and the briefing began. They were told the procedure of entering the ministry headquarters and were then briefed on the rules of their stay in the muggle apartments. Once the two-hour long briefing was over, they were told to pair up; the pair would be travelling mates for the duration of the internship. Hearing that, Lucius immediately responded with a grunt.

Getting to his feet, Lucius scanned the room for someone worthy. Some of the students looked familiar while others were complete strangers, but one caught his eye. Tanya Lovegood stood a few feet away from him talking to a girl, and Lucius was not surprise to see her. The only thing that surprised him was the urge to hurry up to her and ask her to be his partner. Lucius would rather not ask, but it was either her or a stranger he would be forced to pair with.

He had to decide… to move fast or to not move at all.

To Be Continued…

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Original Works



In my final semester as a Psychology student, I was required to do a three month internship. It was to my joy and dismay that I was placed in a nut house. Unfortunately, I was the only one. The good news was that I had a chance to deal and handle with patients with serious mental disorders. Being that I was fond of the human mind, I saw it as an opportunity. However, on the day I was told that I would be sent to the asylum, my friend warned me.

“Don’t get possessed,” she said.

She believed that some mental illnesses were the cause of demon possession. Whether I believed her or not, I’m pretty open minded, and if ever it was proven that the supernatural realm had something to do with mental illnesses, I would gladly accept it.

“Don’t worry,” was all I could say at the end of the conversation.

A couple of weeks later, I found myself in the hallways of the asylum. I expected it to be grey and dull, and to have flickering lights that forced visitors into a foreboding state, but I was wrong. It was clean, bright and well decorated. Fresh flowers with curtains drawn back were practiced in every room, reminding me of an old folks home. Often times, I wondered if I came to the right place.

Work at the asylum proved useful to my course of study. Every conversation I had with the patients weren’t all crazy talk, and some of them actually understood what was going on. One day, while saying goodbye to a young girl who was ready to go back to a normal life, I overheard a couple talking about their son and how he needed help.

“He starts chanting at night,” the woman said.

“He wouldn’t go back to bed no matter what I tell him, and he would be so exhausted in the morning,” the man added.

“I see,” my supervisor said, as he nodded his head.

“You have to help our son. Something is not right with him,” the woman pleaded.

“We will send someone to evaluate your son’s condition for a few days, and if we see that he needs help, we will give it to him,” my supervisor said, before asking them to fill out a form.

Once the couple had left, my supervisor turned to me. He must have noticed me listening in on the conversation.

“You think you’re up for it?”

“Huh?” I simply replied.

“You think you can evaluate the boy, and see if he needs help?”

“Erm… maybe?” I answered un-confidently.

“This would be a good experience you know. Plus, it would look good on your internship report,” he said.

“O.k then,” I replied. It didn’t sound like a hard task after all.

A week later, I paid my first visit to the couple and their son. They lived in a small town outside of the city. Their house had a huge yard of freshly mowed grass, and behind it was the woods. A small family in a small town, what was I expecting?

The first visit went on pretty well, and the boy did no chanting. His parents insisted he would only do it at night, but from what I saw, they probably thought his intelligence was a mental illness.

Bobby, their 10 year old son, had a brain like a super computer. As I watched him do his math homework, he threw up all the answers as though he was merely copying them from an answer sheet. A genius he was; that was the conclusion I made on the first visit.

During my second visit, I got to know Bobby a little better, maybe more than I expected. I had paperwork to finish up at the asylum and I ended up getting caught in the jam on the way to his house. The moment I reached for my evaluation, it was already 8p.m.

“Sorry for being late,” I apologized. “I could come back tomorrow.”

“No, it is alright. You only need a couple of hours right? He goes to bed at ten these days,” Bobby’s father said.

Thanking him, I headed up to Bobby’s room immediately. That night, I caught him drawing on his bed. And when he saw me enter, he attempted to hide his drawings.

“What’s wrong Bobby? You can show them to me, I won’t laugh, I promise,” I said.

Bobby hesitated for a while before pulling out his drawings from under the blanket.

Bobby couldn’t draw alright. He was good in math, but he was horrible at art. The first picture I saw was of a man, standing among tall trees. He was in all black, and his arms were extremely long.

Slenderman much? I asked myself.

“He’s in the woods,” Bobby said. Then he handed me another picture, and this time, Mr. Slender was standing in front of a house.

“Is this your house Bobby?” I asked.

Bobby nodded. He handed me another picture, and Mr. Slender was now at a window of the house.

“Whose room is this?” I asked.

“Mine,” Bobby replied. He turned to look at the window, and he never took his eyes of it, even after I asked him more questions.

Just when I was about to turn Bobby to face me, his father entered the room.

“I’m sorry Amy, but you need to leave,” his father quickly said.

“Why, what’s the matter?”

“My mother-in-law just had a heart attack, and we need to go.” Turning to Bobby, he said, “Get changed Bobby, we need to go to the hospital.”

“There’s no need. I can look after him while you’re gone,” I quickly suggested. Immediately after, I wish I didn’t have. What was I thinking? Alone, in the house with a boy, who I think, might just be crazy after all.

“Really? I won’t be gone long. I’ll just drop my wife off so I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” he said.

Too late to say ‘no’ now, I thought.

“No problem. Bobby and I could have a longer talk,” I said.

A few minutes later, they were gone. Bobby and I watched them drive off and returned to his bedroom where he immediately said he wanted to sleep.

“You sure? Your parents are not around, so you could stay up later and watch TV?” That wasn’t a good thing to teach him, but I wanted to continue our conversation on the Slenderman.

“No. I’m sleepy. I should sleep. I have school tomorrow,” Bobby replied. After failing to convince him further, I tugged him in and headed down to watch some reality game show on TV.

After the game show and a talk show ended, I was starting to wonder when Bobby’s father would be home. It was almost 12 and I needed to get home. As I headed to the kitchen to make a call, I heard a loud crash coming from upstairs.

“Bobby?!” I shouted. Quickly, I ran upstairs and into Bobby’s room, and there I found him sitting in a corner. He was hugging his legs and swaying back and forth.

“Bobby? What’s the matter?” I asked. Bobby did not reply. He seemed to be mumbling something softly and I decided to try and shake him out of it.

Once I was close enough, I heard him chant, “He is in the woods. He is in the yard. He is in the house. He is up the stairs. He is in the room.”

This kid IS crazy, I immediately thought.

Trying to snap him out of it, I headed to the window which overlooked the back yard.

“Bobby, there is no one in the yard,” I said. But when I turned to look out the window, I froze.

Standing in the yard was a man. He was definitely not the Slenderman because he was in the right proportion, but Bobby was right; HE was in the yard.

Taking my eyes off briefly, the man vanished after that.

Bobby stopped chanting once I lost sight of the man, and moments later, he started again. This time, he said, “He is in the house. He is up the stairs. He is in the room.”

“He’s not in the house,” I said. Recalling shortly after that I previously said he was not in the yard too.

But he isn’t in the house, the doors were locked, and I didn’t hear anyone coming in, I told myself.

I was proven wrong immediately when I heard the staircase creak. Quickly, I ran and shut the bedroom door. I locked it and headed to the window, trying to pry it open. My failed attempts pointed out the fact that the windows were nailed shut.

Before I knew it, there was a pounding on the door. I screamed questions at the unknown intruder and I screamed at Bobby, who kept on going with ‘he is in the room’. What happened after, I could not fully remember. All I can recall was a bright flash followed by a car accident; a memory of something I swear did not happen in real life.

Now, all I see is him. The man that was hit by the car. He is in the woods. He is in the yard. He is in the house. He is up the stairs. He is in the room. He is in my head.


When I was a kid, I remember watching the Twilight Zone. There was a story of a boy who was chanting those exact lines and, if I’m not mistaken, his mother actually hit a man on the road. Upon impact, the man crashed into the car windscreen right in front of the boy, imprinting the image on his young mind. That was how the actual story was, IF I’m not mistaken. As a kid, the idea of a creepy dead person stalking another kid was disturbing, I guess that is why I never forgot the story.

So, this is my remake. I hope you like it 🙂 Let me know what you think!

© 2013 Jeyna Grace

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