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FHB: Chapter 3

FHB Chapter 3

Lucius casually slid from the center of the seat to the side before saying, “Have a seat.”

The rest of the Slytherin prefects immediately fell silent as Tanya happily sat down.

“Thank you. You are so very kind,” she said with a smile.

Nobody said anything after that, as the other prefects were surprised and confused by Lucius’ sudden kindness.  Lucius did not break the silence either as he casually pulled out a small black book from under his jacket. Those who followed him knew what the book was for, and they never asked. He usually carried it around and wrote small notes and reminders. Yes, he could have been mistaken for a Ravenclaw.

Tanya sat quietly like the rest, watching the train roll into the outskirts. The lush greenery was a striking resemblance to the initials, ‘L.M’, that was written at the bottom of the book cover. The silence was soon broken by the odd question Tanya brought up.

“Did you write that in ink? Is it Mont Blanc?”

“Who?” Lucius asked in replied.

Tanya laughed before saying, “Not ‘who’ silly, ‘what’.”

Lucius merely looked at her with an eyebrow raised.

“Have you not heard of Mont Blanc? It is only one of the most famous brand for fountain pens.”

Not wanting to look dumb,  Lucius turned to one of the Slytherins across him and the male prefect immediately asked, “What are fountain pens?”

Tanya laughed even harder. “Pens are like quills! You just don’t have to dip it in ink.”

“Which wizard made it?” another prefect asked.

Everyone was now keen to hear of this item that none of them knew about, including Lucius.

“Not a wizard, a muggle!” Tanya replied with the widest smile.

That word immediately sent all of them scoffing.

“What are you, a muggle lover?”

“What’s wrong with muggles? I’m actually muggle born. I mean, my dad is a squib and my mum is a muggle. That makes me a muggle born, right?” Tanya said and turned her last question to Lucius.

Their side of the prefects cabin immediately rose with unsettling words. Lucius did not answer Tanya’s question and wrote three words on an empty page of his notebook.

Tanya, who was already confused at the reaction of the other prefects, saw what Lucius wrote and did not hold back another question.

“What is mudblood?”

Lucius looked up from the fresh black ink that read, ‘She’s a mudblood’, and said, “You.”

“What does it mean?” Tanya asked seriously. She was no longer smiling.

“Dirty blood,” a few prefects answered simultaneously.

Tanya looked from one prefect to the other, extremely confused and worried at the same time. Lucius knew she still did not get what it meant, and he found himself feeling sorry for her.

“Don’t worry, it can be cured,” Lucius said.

Everyone turned to him, and he saw the disgusted looks on the prefects faces slowly turning to grins.

“It can?” Tanya asked eagerly.

“Yes, you just need to do what I tell you to.”

Tanya nodded thoughtfully.

“What house are you in, Tanya?” Lucius casually asked, as though the mudblood issue was settled.

“Ravenclaw,” Tanya replied, and her smile was back.

“When did you get sorted?”

“A month ago, during your school break.”

“And you studied where, previously?”

“Home schooled. My grandfather taught me all he knew.” Tanya seemed rather proud of her grandfather as she said so.

“I see. Well, he hasn’t taught you enough.”

Tanya was taken aback, as though she was the one insulted, but that reaction soon faded into a laugh. She must have convinced herself Lucius was joking.

Lucius said nothing after that, and the other prefects decided to start their own conversations. They were definitely talking about Tanya, yet she seemed to be able to block out their sarcastic and crude comments about her and her family.

After Tanya had enough of gazing at the scenery, she pulled out a text book and started reading. Lucius was also caught doing his own thing, which was scribbling a to-do list in his book followed by mentally listing down the things he could make Tanya do for him.

Her ignorance was going to make a good game, even though he knew the game wouldn’t last long. Her soon to be new found friends would educate her enough, so he better make use of this situation as soon as possible. Unfortunately, he had no good ideas just yet.

When the train finally stopped at Hogwart’s station, prefects scrambled to carry out their duties. Tanya excused herself too, but Lucius stayed. He waited till his usual followers nervously entered the prefects cabin to carry his stuff for him.

Everything from then till dinner at the great hall went smoothly. Lucius briefly forgot about Tanya as he enjoyed his return to school. It was only after dinner did he bump into Tanya. She was attempting to gather the students as her fellow 5th year prefect headed the group.

Lucius had his fellow prefects do all the work since they offered and when Tanya saw, she found it odd.

“Don’t all prefects have to-“

“I don’t,” Lucius cut her short.

“I do, and I have no idea where we are going,” Tanya replied with a chuckle.

That was when an idea came to him. Maybe he could offer Tanya a tour, they did not have an early curfew after all. But was it too much of an effort, considering he had no proper plans for the tour?

To Be Continued…

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Chapter 34

Not wasting anymore time, Joanna chased after Tom. As her feet took quick steps, her mind was coming up with a reasoning that would convince her more than Tom. Hoping that they could both forget what they saw, Joanna entered the reading room blurting out her thoughts. But when she realized that Tom wasn’t there, she stopped mid way.  Sighing to herself, she slumped into the sofa and stared at the flames in the fireplace.

“I’m sorry,” Joanna said with a sigh.

With that, she left. She did not bump into Tom much after that incident, and if she did see him, he would vanish before she could say his name. Soon, she was back at work in the Ministry. Days got busy again and she barely had any time to herself. Some nights, she found herself missing Tom and his company. Even Nagini came into mind. She wished she didn’t have to work so much and that she could still spend some nights talking to him in his reading room.

If she ever told all her inner thoughts to her friends, especially Annoria, she would have been told that she was in love. But that was stupid wasn’t it? How could she love a boy she hated at the same time? Her own Jiminy Cricket would prove her wrong. Sure she hated his dark side and his desires, but she loved everything else.

“This is confusing,” Joanna always said to herself every time she tried to find out how she felt for Tom. It became tiring just trying to figure out something she was denying with all her might.

“Focus Joanna, focus!” Joanna scolded herself every day when her mind started wandering off into the world where she was with Tom. Those worlds were the only time Tom existed in her life these days, but when a new case came up at work, Tom had reappeared in reality.

“We have information on a muggle attack,” her team leader announced at one of their morning meetings.

“What information?” her colleague asked.

“A team of Aurors have been spying on a few suspicious gatherings around the country, and word was being spread about a group attack on muggles,” her team leader explained.

“Where?” Joanna immediately asked, hoping it was not the place she saw in Tom’s file.

“A muggle town outside of the city called Maryfields.” Her leader began handing out pictures of the place.

Immediately, Joanna’s heart sank. She was not going to snitch on Tom but how was she going to be part of this? Tom was involved in this group attack and Joanna did not want to have to face him on the battlefield.

“When?” her colleague asked, snapping her back into the meeting room.

“We believe it would be happening this Sunday. We already have a team stationed there to keep an eye out. But right now, we need to form teams and be ready to go in when it happens. We do not want innocent blood to be shed over the actions of some attention seeking morons,” her team leader said, clearly angry.

They were all angry. Except for Joanna. She was confused and worried for Tom.

Since Sunday was two days away, she helped in spreading the information to everyone on the long list she was given, that she did not even have time to use the bathroom. It was impossible to escape her team for even a couple of minutes and she wondered how she was going to try and tell Tom.

On Saturday night, a couple of important people from the ministry decided to drop by their office. Together with them was Professor Dumbledore. Oh, how Joanna did and did not wish he was there!

“Do you think it is possible to arrest the culprits before anything bad happens?” Dumbledore asked.

“We have been trying to catch them in the town, but it is almost impossible. They might not even show up till Sunday itself.”

“Ah, well. That would probably be their plan. Their leader … is smarter than we think,” Dumbledore said and turned to Joanna.

I’m not their leader, Joanna thought and then realized what he meant. Dumbledore was suspecting Tom.

And just as Joanna predicted, after the brief with the ministry officers were over, Dumbledore caught up with her and asked, “Have you seen Tom recently?”

“No. I haven’t seen him in years,” Joanna lied and continued, “You think he is involved?”

“Yes, I’m certain. I know that boy, and this is just his first act. Probably testing the waters,” Dumbledore said.

Joanna did not know what to say, because Dumbledore was probably right. “Don’t worry Joanna, I’ll be going with all of you tomorrow,” Dumbledore added.

“Great,” Joanna replied before excusing herself.

She needed to see Tom, she needed to warm him before it was too late. But there was so much to do that night and everyone was keeping everyone accountable, she couldn’t leave. If she did, she would be taking a risk. But as Joanna started pacing up and down by her desk, she realized that no one even said a word to her. Was it possible for her to sneak off?

To Be Continued…

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Chapter 17:

Morning came and Joanna found herself feeling slightly better. Last night felt like a nightmare, and she secretly wished it was. But when Annoria came to see her during lunch, she knew it was no dream.

“By the way, do you get this feeling like you’re forgetting something?” Annoria asked, just before she left for Herbology.

“Er, sometimes. I guess it’s the stress and all that,” Joanna said as she gave a weak smile.

“Yea, probably. I just feel like I did something last night but I can’t remember it. I can’t even remember going to bed,” Annoria added.

“You’re probably too upset about our lost to Slytherin.”

“It’s not your fault you know,” Annoria said as she patted her hand.

“Yea, I know.”

“Well, I’ll see you later. You’ll probably get out of here soon anyways.”

When Annoria left, Joanna felt more horrid. Her friend genuinely cared about her and she just lied in her face. As she was drowning herself with guilt, Madam Courtley finally told her she could leave, seeing that she had fully recovered.

Joanna decided to spend the day in the common room, away from people. But as she walked down the empty hallways, she dreadfully crossed paths with Malfoy.

“Have you heard?” Malfoy asked in a hush-hush manner.

“Heard what?” Joanna was not in the mood for gossip at the moment.

“Wool’s orphanage, it caught fire this morning. It’s badly damaged and they are sending the orphans away to temporary homes.”

“Why would I care about some stupid orphanage?”

“It’s where Tom goes to every summer,” Malfoy muttered the fact so softly she nearly missed it.

“Oh.” Joanna didnt really know what to say.

“Yea, so now Professor Dippet is trying to find him a place to stay for the summer.”

“Why don’t YOU offer him your home?” Joanna asked.

“I can’t. Parent’s don’t like half-bloods.”

“Right. And you obey his every command.” Joanna rolled her eyes.

“Even if I try to justify him, they won’t listen to me, trust me, I tried.” Malfoy shrugged. He seemed to have thought of asking Tom to stay with him over the summer, and from his expression, it looked like he was rather upset that he couldn’t.

“Professor Dippet will surely find him a good place. Don’t worry.” Joanna tried to sound comforting as she awkwardly patted Malfoy on the shoulder.

“Well, if he can’t, the orphanage will arrange a home for him, with muggles,” Malfoy spat on his last word as though it was poison.

“Erm….” Joanna shrugged as completion for her unfinished sentence.

“I got to go, late for class,” Malfoy said briefly before he hurried off.

Joanna felt like she had to do something, but she was still upset with Tom. Or was it herself she was upset with? She didn’t know.

By the time she had reached her common room, she decided to take a detour to a room of which Tom had brought her to once. It was peaceful and she needed a place to clear her mind. But when she arrived, she saw Tom standing by the balcony.

While she was thinking twice on whether to proceed in, Tom said, “This used to be my hideout. Probably a mistake showing you this place.”

“Sorry. I’m going to go,” Joanna quickly said.

“No, you can stay. I’m leaving anyway,” Tom said before she could close the door.

As Joanna entered, Tom hurried pass her.

“Tom, wait,” Joanna called before he disappeared down the steps.

He stopped in his tracks but he did not turn to face her.

“I heard about your orphanage,” Joanna merely said, but Tom made no reply, so she continued, “You can talk to me if you want, I have nothing to do anyway.”

“In the room,” Tom said as he reentered the room and Joanna shut the door behind them.

But before she could say another word, Tom beat her to it, “I’m sorry I scared you last night.”

Joanna laughed and replied, “Me? Scared of you?”

“Well, you might wanna read my diary again before you think I’m such a nice guy. If people really know who I am, they would say I’m a prideful sociopath who doesn’t give a damn about the lives I steal.”

“And yet you wouldn’t steal mine. I wonder why?” Joanna asked, intending the question to be directed to herself, but Tom did not answer, all he did was shrug.

“Where are you going to stay for the summer?” Joanna returned to the topic they were suppose to embark on earlier.

“I… don’t know,” Tom said.

“Professor Dippet-“

“He’s still trying to see if I could stay in school for the summer,” Tom interrupted.

“You’re going to stay here all alone?”

“Been alone most of my life, what difference does it make? I rather stay here than with bloody muggles whose child I’ll probably kill during the summer.”

“Stop making yourself sound so…”

“Evil? Yea, I am. I’m so evil till nobody wants me.”

Joanna immediately felt bad for him. Tom never had a family and he grew up among people who could not understand him. She wished she could help and then a thought slipped into her mind.

Why don’t he stay with her over the summer holidays? Her parents wouldn’t mind. But would she? He is after all, evil, as he calls himself, but he was still human and he had feelings too.If only he could experience what a real family was like, then he would see how being good was more rewarding. Besides, she did agree on helping him, but she didn’t say what help it was.

To Be Continued…

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