MY GOAL with this story is to make it as frightening as possible. A psychological terror. I hope you become scared about what Alice goes through. Contrary to the title, it is not really about Alice being his secretary at all!

The Head Boy's Secretary


Bound at every limb by my shackles of fear
Sealed with lies through so many tears
Lost from within, pursuing the end
I fight for the chance to be lied to again

You will never be strong enough
You will never be good enough
You were never conceived in love
You will not rise above

They'll never see
I'll never be
I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger
Burning deep inside of me

But through my tears breaks a blinding light
Birthing a dawn to this endless night
Arms outstretched, awaiting me
An open embrace upon a bleeding tree

Rest in me and I'll comfort you
I have lived and I died for you
Abide in me and I vow to you
I will never forsake you

"Lies" by Evanescence. Album, 'Origin.'

"Tell the truth!"

- 11 yr. Old Voldemort. Half-blood Prince, chapter, "The Secret Riddle."

"Greatness inspires envy, envy engenders spite, spite spawn lies..."

- 30 yr. old Voldemort. Half-blood Prince, chapter, "Lord Voldemort's Request."

Chapter One: The Pivotal Moment

He was very busy, occupied even at the start of a new day. He strode down the halls of Hogwarts with the usual entourage following. More people acknowledged the student from the sidelines.

"Riddle – did you see the report on supplies for the Arithmancy classrooms?"

The Head Boy nodded and coolly answered, "Yes, the headmaster agrees we need it refurbished. A wizard warehouse in Switzerland will send it to be ready by next month."

Striding quickly through the halls, it was surprising how fast he could become unnerved by the slightest event. On a typical day he would not have noticed what he referred to as yet another silly girl. It was all the female students in the castle ever were to Riddle, save maybe a few of the prefects and the ones who attained the status of Head Girl. But today he'd noticed this one.

Giggling like a typical schoolgirl, a nervous defensive reaction. It was obvious to Riddle. She blushed as she picked up the papers she clumsily let fall. Riddle had no desire to help. Not now, when there were plenty of others around to aid the damstrel in distress.

But with a minute flicker of his dark eyes, Riddle saw the smallest piece of parchment flitting as it landed on the floor. For some reason he could not explain he paused in his trek. Apparently it was a calling card with a message to meet someone at a specific time. His finely carved features curved downward, jaw tilted, eyes observing. In a split second like a photo snapshot, an idea came to him, with a sharp and cunning glance at the card. And then he looked at her. The girl couldn't see him. She was too preoccupied fumbling around for her books, as some passerby's helped her.

And Riddle went onward, footsteps resounding into space. He would think about it.

And later that day at dinner he noticed her again. She hurried up and down her house table, helping others insert messages onto their owls, as she handed students blank calling cards. Riddle watched her return to her seat where she wrote notes on a piece of parchment feverishly. It was a relatively normal activity surely, but Riddle now knew what he wanted for sure.

He nodded to himself, giving her one final thought for the duration of dinner. Later he'd find a way to contact her, and hopefully approach her alone. He was sure it wouldn't be difficult. Nobody knew it, not even Riddle, but it was indeed the pivotal moment that would change this girl's life forever.

Alice Whitman could hardly care who the Head boy was. She was too caught up in her own personal dramas.

She fumbled through her schoolbag searching for her favorite novel. A Muggle novel. Alice wasn't muggleborn, but she did savor going to Muggle Studies class. In fact, she found anything concerning Muggle culture to be fascinating. She had loved going to the cinema with mum and dad on holiday. One of her best memories was seeing her first moving picture at nine years old, The Wizard of Oz. That was before she had started at Hogwarts.

But things weren't as wonderful as they'd once been. It wasn't soon after seeing the Wizard of Oz that things in her home life had made a turn for the worst. And now it had only been a year since her father left her mother. Alice didn't know why. But one day on Christmas break she watched him pack his satchels and leave them. But for a reason, it was a mystery. Her young mind burned to understand. Why did her father hate mother so? And Alice could not bear to think that daddy didn't love her. He did. She had faith he really did.

And now she resented her mother. For mum didn't believe father would come back. She was bitter over his absence, especially for what little money Sam had left for them in their vault. In the meantime, mother and daughter watched as daddy got promoted at the Ministry of Magic.

"He's left me forever, Alice, and wishing he's going to come back just for you is a load of bullocks!" Alice thought her mother's words over and over again, like a broken record. She bit her lip, trying to fend off doubts. Fears.

She frowned, as she glanced down at a pile of calling cards, her long dark lashes hiding her tears. The calling cards were held between the pages of her novel, like bookmarks. A shadow past over her gray eyes. But unexpectedly she made herself smile, eyes turning to their usual mistiness and mirth. She shouldn't worry. Just live for today! Alice could hardly wait to make a good fifty or sixty galleons off her calling cards! She was selling them to students, and she knew it didn't breach school rules, just as long as the items weren't magical. She hoped to bring the money home to mum and cheer her up. Maybe even get her a beautiful pair of gold earrings that could take her mind off daddy.

Alice wrote the last few lines of her homework with a dash and a flourish with the quill. She was almost done with a Transfiguration essay for Professor Dumbledore! And then more time to enjoy her novel!

She rose to return to Ravenclaw tower, messy curls at the ends of her brunette hair bouncing as she walked. She was just over five feet in stature as a skinny fourteen-year-old, and in her Fourth year. Yet Alice really didn't feel very comfortable at all in her body. Her chest was still much too small, and only just starting to stretch under her clothing. She wore glasses for reading. And she didn't like how her face kept getting a few pimples every now and again. She hoped nobody was noticing them. Alice had always felt funny. But lately it seemed her whimsical charm was more a hindrance than a help at making friends. It was probably something to do with getting her period about a month ago and making her moody. She secretly hoped boys would start liking her in that "special" way her mother told her about. Last year she did manage a couple of innocent kisses with a boy in her year. But that was all. She was only just beginning to hunger for more….She didn't know it, but it might have been an unconscious desire to rid her mind of the struggles with her parents.

The evening dragged onward, until Alice felt it was too cold and went to read in bed. After a while, she blew her candle out and closed the hangings around her bed, listening to her roommates breathing.

After tossing and turning for an hour, she jumped out of bed with a start.

Her feet soon found her yellow and blue carpet slippers. She'd just remembered she'd promised a student at the last minute during dinner to send them their messages on her calling cards tonight with a charge of three galleons for the service she'd do. She'd better get to the Owlery, as the contents of the message seemed to be of urgent importance to the student. The student expected a reply tomorrow to whomever he was mailing his message to.

It didn't matter if it was the middle of the night. Alice didn't care about getting in trouble, not when she felt it was for a good reason.

Note: Please review. The fact that Alice's father left her mother and in doing so, abandoned her holds significance to the story. Riddle's father abandoned his mother, and Alice has a similar experience to relate to him over. And no, what Riddle wants, is not sexual at all. It won't be right away in the story.