Fan Fiction (Novel)

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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Fan Fiction (Novel)

Chapter 6:

Joanna sat in the second floor girl’s bathroom. Tom had asked her to meet him there the day before, because apparently, no one visits this bathroom anymore. And Joanna was oblivious to the fact why.

As she sat alone, an occasional wave of sudden chills ran through her body. Joanna had a feeling something was not right, and when she heard a soft moan coming from one of the cubicles, she stood up with confirmation.

“Who’s there?” Joanna asked loudly, suppressing the urge to run.

But instead of a reply, the moaning grew louder and Joanna slowly backed towards the exit. She was about to turn and make a dash out, when she bumped into someone. Immediately, she spun around, only to find Tom standing behind her.

“Are you scared?” Tom chuckled.

“There’s something in this toilet,” Joanna quickly answered.

“Get out of here Myrtle,” Tom said as he walked pass her.

A ghostly figure of a girl came swooping out of a toilet cubicle. Her hair was tied up in two ponytails and she screamed in such a high pitch that Joanna instinctively covered her ears.

“I told you to get out you filthy mudblood!” Tom raised his voice.

The ghost stopped and choked on her cries. “Fine!” she said as she wailed into a cubicle and splashed into a toilet bowl.

“Who was that?” Joanna asked as she peered into the cubicle where the ghost disappeared into.

“Some dead mudblood,” Tom shrugged as he sat down and placed the thick book he carried around on his lap.

“Right,” Joanna said as she joined him.

They spent their entire evening break in the girl’s bathroom, with the surprising absence of the moaning ghost.

Joanna told stories of how a few of her uncles were trying to make a Horcrux and each of them had different results, all bad of course. But strangely, as their conversation left the room of dark arts, Joanna started to fear him less.

A week into secret toilet hideouts and Joanna had gotten Tom to talk about his childhood. It was her way of trying to get him to stay away from the Horcrux topic as long as possible, hoping he would forget about the idea all together.

But when Tom spoke of his younger days, he seemed to be loathing it.

“Bloody orphanage muggles thought I was sick! Got me muggle doctors and all,” Tom scoffed.

“Then who told you about magic?” Joanna asked.

“Dumbledore. He came for me one afternoon.”

“But, Dumbledore…” Joanna had noticed the way Dumbledore looked at Tom, and it wasn’t the same way most of the other Professors did.

“He doesn’t like me I assume. He’s always watching me, trying to catch me or something,” Tom finished her sentence for her.

“You’re not afraid of him are you?”

Tom didn’t answer, instead he changed the topic with a question directed to her, “Why were you expelled?”

“I set the headmaster’s office on fire.”


“He’s a muggleborn, who made us read books ONLY by muggles.” Joanna rolled her eyes at the memory.

“He said muggles were the best in arts. But he doesn’t know what he is talking about. Shakespeare and DaVinci weren’t muggles and they were famous! Yet he chose not to teach about them,” Joanna continued. “So one day, I decided to set his office on fire.”

“Was he in it?”


“How unfortunate,” Tom sighed and Joanna chuckled.

“I know, but I would be in prison if he was. I’m somewhat thankful he didn’t die,” Joanna said.

“I would break you out if you were.” Tom smiled.

“You didn’t know me then, how could you break me out?”

“That’s true. I guess it would be horrid to have your life sucked out by Dementors everyday.”

“Horrid indeed. My aunt’s in prison,” Joanna conveniently stated.

“Wicked family you have, and yet you don’t practice dark magic?”

“My mother has lost a lot. I don’t want to be another lost to her. I am after all, the only child.”

“That’s one reason I don’t have to worry about.”

Joanna went silent at the thought of how her parents would react if she had died. Even right now, her mother was constantly grieving as one after another, her brothers and sisters were suffering, disappearing and dying because of dark magic. And though it was in their family heritage to practice it, her mother never promoted it. The lost was unbearable and the only good thing that ever came out of dark magic was death.

Tom must have noticed her drift away as he asked, “You still here?”

“Sorry, I was thinking,” Joanna replied.


“About the Christmas ball.” An excuse she made.

“Are you going?” Tom asked.

“I don’t know. No one has asked me yet,”

“It’s a little too early to be asked don’t you think? It’s a full month away.”

“Yes, but I don’t really have a lot of friends.” Joanna realized it was a fact the moment she said so.

Since she started in Hogwarts, the only Hufflepuff she knew by name was Annoria. The rest were just “hey”s and “hello”s. And for those who weren’t in Hufflepuff, she knew no one but Tom and Malfoy, who had suddenly became awfully nice to her.

“I”m a friend,” Tom said, and he sounded like he meant it.

“That’s nice to know.” Joanna smiled, as she deciphered his tone.

“Do you…” Tom’s voice trailed off in uncertainty.

“Do I what?”

“Do you… want to go to the Christmas Ball with me?”

Joanna was caught by surprise. She wanted to go but should she?

To be continued…

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