Fiction Sample A (see also B): Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Harry slammed the album shut, reached over and stuffed it back into his cabinet, took off his robe and glasses and got into bed, making sure the hangings were hiding him from view.

The dormitory door opened.

"Harry?" said Ron's voice uncertainly.

But Harry lay still, pretending to be asleep. He heard Ron leave again, and rolled over on his back, his eyes wide open.

A hatred such as he had never known before was coursing through Harry like poison. He could see Black laughing at him through the darkness, as though somebody had pasted the picture from the album over his eyes. He watched, as though somebody was playing him a piece of film, Sirius Black blasting Peter Tettigrew (who resembled Nevill Longbottom) into a thousand pieces. He could hear (though having no idea what Black's voice might sound like) a low, excited mutter, "It has happened, My Lord...the Potters have made me their Secret-Keeper...." and then came another voice, laughing shrilly, the same laugh that Harry heard inside his head whenever the dementors drew near.... (pp. 212-213) (177 words)