Fan Fiction (Novel)

Chapter 14:

Joanna had decided to lie about the book, telling him she would look for it but saying she had not found it the following day. The weeks that followed after were filled with practices that she no longer had time to help Tom, and he didn’t seem to mind.

She was slightly afraid that he might have already started planning on making the horcrux, but she constantly told herself not to worry as she had noticed how Professor Dumbledore had been watching him more closely since she had joined the Quidditch team.

She had a feeling Professor Dumbledore knew they were up to something, and maybe his recommendation was to get her away from Tom as soon as possible. If so, his plan worked brilliantly.

Soon, February came and the final match was scheduled to be taken place on the second week of the month. The house cup was so important to the Hufflepuffs that training doubled up. And as time flew swiftly as a snitch, Joanna soon found herself trying to swallow down some food on the morning of the match.

“Eat up!” James said to everyone on the team.

They gobbled down as much as they could and then headed to their tent near the quidditch field.

After getting ready and listening to James’ pep talk, they were ready to take off. As they strode to the center of the field, Joanna spotted Abraxas Malfoy, looking rather grim. She knew their false friendship will not spare them from losing.

A handshake followed by a whistle and into the sky they went. Joanna hovered above the other players, trying to stay out of their way as she searched for the snitch. Below her, she could hear the commentator booming over the microphone, and it was a very tight match.

Slytherin was in the lead with 20 points and Hufflepuff was about to score another goal. That was when a loud thud echoed throughout the stadium as one of the bludgers, sent by a Slytherin beater, had knocked one of their chasers off her broom. The crowd gasped and James called for a timeout.

“How is she?” Annoria asked, looking over at their teammate who was sprawled on the ground.

“She’s fine. She’ll be up soon,” James said quickly. “Anyway, we don’t have time to waste. Joanna, you need to get the snitch before Slytherin widens the gap between our points.”

Joanna nodded. And they were off into the sky again.

She circled the field over and over again, trying to find the snitch. Malfoy was also occupied, watching her instead. But his focus was diverted when a sparkle caught his eye. Immediately, he shot towards it. Joanna who was right behind him, followed after, trying to catch up.

Joanna kept her eyes on the snitch when she noticed how close Malfoy was from it. His right hand was already outstretched, reaching for it.

It was now or never, Joanna thought. Slowly bending forward and shifting her weight, she stood up and stayed low. Her broom picked up speed as it gained on Malfoy. Malfoy who had caught sight of her through the corner of her eye, took a quick glance and panicked.

She had gained on him and was now overtaking, with a hand reaching for the snitch. Just then, she saw Malfoy make a sharp left swerve downwards, and before she knew it, a bludger hit her straight in her thigh, sending her off her broom.

Joanna must have been pretty high up as she had managed to see Malfoy catch the snitch before everything dived into darkness.

She didnt know how long it was but it seemed like days later when she woke up in the hospital wing, recalling how Hufflepuff lost.

The hospital wing was dark, and it took her a moment to adjust when she saw a figure standing by the foot of her bed.

“Er… who’s there?” Joanna asked, squinting her eyes.

“It’s me,” Annoria said.

“Oh. What are you doing?”

“I was just waiting for you to wake up.” Annoria walked towards the side of her bed when Joanna noticed what she was holding in her hands.

“Where did you get that?” Joanna immediately asked.

“Where did YOU get it?” Annoria asked in reply, still holding on to Tom’s diary tightly.

“I was holding on to it for him,” Joanna quickly answered. “Can I have it back now?”

“Have you read it?” Annoria asked, in a voice unlike her usual.

“No, why?”

“Because I have, and we need to turn this in.”

“What? The book is protected, you can’t read its contents!” Joanna was surprised, as she remembered seeing it blank.

“I found it fully written.” Annoria flipped the book open and words were scribbled across the pages.

Joanna recalled the night she tried to read the book, and immediately felt a sinking feeling that her spell might have actually worked. She was just too tired to notice.

“Give it to me, I’ll give it in.” Joanna tried to reach for the book but Annoria pulled it out of her reach.

“No you won’t, you’ll give it back to Tom.”

“I’ll give it to Dumbledore!”

“I don’t think you would. I know you like him.”

“I do not like him,” Joanna retorted.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll be handing it in tonight. Just thought I should let you know, in case the Professors ask you about it,” Annoria said and hurried towards the exit.

Joanna had the urge to go after her and get the diary back. By the way Annoria acted, she knew it contained really bad things, and what if Tom had mentioned her as well? But if she didn’t go after her, maybe Tom can be saved after all. If he was caught, he wouldn’t play around with the dark arts anymore.

To be continued…

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Fan Fiction (Novel)

Chapter 13:

Joanna sat in library that evening, thinking if she had just made a mistake. She had agreed to join the team after they gave her excited looks, making it harder for her to burst their bubbles.

But the idea of flying again seemed so surreal. Being on a broom itself reminded her of what had happened, as though it was just yesterday.

“Right. So when I give the thumbs up, you go for it,” Joanna addressed her seeker, Kevin, and he nodded in reply.

“I can’t wait to show our seniors how much better we are!”

“They’ll hate us!”

Her team was rushing with adrenaline. It was their first match as the youngest team. They were the best in their classes and Joanna, who excelled in most of her classes, was appointed captain. This year, they were going to be playing against their seniors. It was not the prize that came with the victory that they wanted, it was the pride. Being the youngest team and being the best.

It was with that goal in mind that Joanna taught the whole team how to broom surf. It was dangerous, yes, but it was worth it. Or so everyone thought.

As they walked out into the field and started the match, everything went well. After they had bridged the gap in the points between them and their seniors, Joanna gave a thumbs up to Kevin, who had spotted the snitch moments earlier.

Within seconds, Joanna watched as Kevin stood on his broom, speeding up and reaching for the snitch. But before he could grab a hold on it, a bludger came right at him, hitting him from the back and sending him off his broom.

His fall broke with a loud crack and the screams coming from the crowd was deafening. Joanna stayed on her broom, hovering in the air as she watched the Professors hurrying Kevin to the in-house hospital.

Moments later, she was standing with her team in the headmaster’s office, being questioned.

“Whose idea was it?!” her Seeking Professor yelled. “I believe I did not teach any of you such a dangerous stun!”

“I did,” Joanna softly answered. She knew she couldn’t let the whole team take the blame when it was her idea to begin with.

“I thought better of you Joanna. Do you know what you have done?!”

Joanna gulped at the thought of seeing Kevin in a casket.

“Kevin will not be able to walk for the rest of his life! Do you like that on your conscience?!”

Kevin was paralyzed and she felt horrid. She wanted to hide away in her room and cry but she was given no chance, as one professor after another came to yell at her. They finally came to a conclusion to bring this matter up to the school board to decide on her punishment.

But what was worst than that was the looks everyone in school was giving her. Her team stuck with her, but everyone else shunned her.

It was high time that the board had decided for her expulsion and when it was her father’s turn to yell at her, she had grown numb. Numb enough not to care anymore. She was tired of explaining and tired of being interrupted with disgraceful looks.

That was when she decided that her dreams were completely gone and that she wasn’t going to bother staying in a school any longer than she could.

But Hogwarts seemed to be different. She had a chance at Quidditch once more, she had new friends, and she had a feeling she wanted to stay till she graduated.

Maybe it was a good idea after all.

Her thoughts were cut short when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

“Heard you made the team,” Tom said as he took a seat next to her.

“Yea.” Joanna couldn’t help but smile.

“It’s the final match for the year. It’s going to be a big game,” Tom added.

“Yea, so they told me.”

“Did you catch the last few matches?”

“No, I was helping YOU, remember?” Joanna did not fail to point out.

“Oh, right. Well, I’ve heard that you’ll be playing against Slytherin.”


“I don’t care really, I don’t even like Quidditch. But just so you know, Malfoy is a pretty good seeker.”

Malfoy, right, Joanna thought. He had been rather nice to her lately, but she doubt he would be the same on the field.

“Anyways, can I have my book back?” Tom asked.

“What book?” Joanna briefly forgot about Tom’s diary, that even the mention of it did not ring any bells.

“The book I asked you to hold on to last night?”

“Oh, that book,” Joanna recalled.

Joanna had not even read it yet and he was asking for it back. Should she give it back to him or should she attempt to read it again?

To Be Continued…

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