The 9 Lives of Sasporilla Bucket
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Sasporilla was exactly on time. Eight AM on the dot when Mr.Olivander opened the shop. She was dressed for work as usual and carried the small leather wand makers case Mr.Olivander had given her last summer.
"I am so happy to see you Miss Bucket." Mr.Olivander smiled. "Come in, come in."
Wysteria stood on the step waving good bye to her daughter as the door shut.
"I'm so happy to be back." Sasporilla said. "It was a very hard year but I'm ready to work very hard."
"Wondrous." Garrick Olivander smiled. "I heard of your ordeal at the hands of Deloris Umbridge. Appalling!"
"Well all of that is behind me." Sasporilla said proudly. "I endured and came out the other side a better, stronger person."
"Indeed." Mr.Olivander said very impressed by the young witch. "Now follow me."
They walked into the back of the store behind the shelves full of wands. Mr.Olivander had several work benches and worker elves helping with menial but not unimportant tasks.
"As promised." Mr.Olivander said. "This summer you will be apprenticing here in the back. Though I may ask you to watch the front from time to time, you'll work primarily back here at the cleaning and basic maintenance station."
"I'm so excited." Sasporilla said. "Thank you so much for this opportunity."
"You are most enthusiastic," Mr.Olivander smiled, "and most welcome my dear. Now, before you get started on the nine wands that need maintenance, I must ask if you are interested in joining me when one of my contractors comes in with what he promises to be a cornucopia of wand supplies?"
"I would be honored sir." Sasporilla smiled doing a half curtsey like a girl just asked to dance.
"Wonderful."
Each wand posed its own challenge. Each wood was different and required different oils and or polishes. Tightening and tuning of a dragon heart string was tricky but Mr.Olivander showed her how using a device known as an Ominifus Amplivator.
The Hypogrph feather core in the Ash wand was beyond repair. Mr.Olivander told Sasporilla to just set that one aside. The owner would have to agree to further work to be done or buy a new wand.
The morning went fast as Sasporilla Bucket worked hard at making every wand as perfect as she could. Each one was closely measured and weighed by Mr.Olivander. Every one had been perfectly cleaned, polished and repaired.
"As always Miss Bucket." Mr.Olivander smiled. "Your work is out standing."
The bell of the shop door rang as a small fat man, carrying a large very old and worn case, entered.
"Mr.Olivander?" The man shouted out.
"Yes, yes." Mr.Olivander shouted back. "Please come with me Miss Bucket. This is one of my suppliers."
The man placed his case up on the counter. It popped open into eight distinct areas. It was filled to capacity with woods, metals, crystals and metals. Cores of all kinds of magical beasts resided in individually labeled bottles.
"What do you need?" The little fat man asked with a cheery face.
"I'm running a bit low on Ethical unicorn hair and Grindylow teeth." Mr.Olivander said.
"Garrik!" The man said. "You know how hard it is to get Grindylow teeth Ethically. Now the Unicorn hair, I can give you a good price on that!"
"Ethical?" Sasporilla Bucket asked.
"Yes." Mt.Olivander began. "You see, when a creature offers you what you need from it freely... that makes it an ethical item. If you kill the creature and take what you need then that is not."
"You mean some wands are made from cores that are the result of murder?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes of course." The fat man said. "Not every witch or wizard can use a wand made from an ethical core kid."
"So do dark wizards use Unethical cores?" Sassy asked.
"No the means of which the core was procured, though it effects its vibration in relation to the witch or wizard, it may not reflect their philosophic view. For example, both he who must not be named's bone wand and Harry Potters Holly wand both have Phoenix feather cores collected ethically. I think we can all agree that an ethically collected core would not clearly reflect the philosophy of you know who."
"No." Sasporilla said drawing her wand. "What about my wand?"
"Wow!" The little fat man said. "Is that a conflicator?"
"Yes." Mr.Olivander said. "One of the oldest."
"Wow man that is cool." The salesman smiled.
"To answer your question Miss Bucket your wand has multiple woods, multiple metals and two cores that are in constant conflict. Half of them are ethically procured while their opposing counterparts were taken unethically."
"I don't feel good about that." Sasporilla said.
"Perhaps in the future your next wand, should you choose one, will be fully ethical or wholly unethical. It doesn't reflect on you as a person. Only your own actions and choices can do that."
As customers flooded into the shop Sasporilla dealt with them as Mr.Olivander wheeled and dealed with his contractor.
Soon it was afternoon and Sasporilla had to be reminded to go to lunch. Other people hated what they did and Sasporilla felt fortunate that wand making was a passion she may yet get to pursue full time after school. The chance to open her own shop was dream she'd had for a number of years.
"Buckets Wands" Sassy mused as she walked along through Diagon Alley window shopping. Maybe even "Imaginarium Wands from her middle name or even the "Imaginarium!"
It was nearly 2:30. Sasporilla would have to run back to the shop if she was to make it on time.
"Sasporilla" something hissed her name from the depths of Knockturn alley. She stood frozen peering into the shadowy lane way.
Sasporilla never saw who came up behind her and shoved her head into the murky black water of an old rain barrel. She didn't know who was laughing or why they bobbed her head in and out of the water forcing the dirty water to get into her ears and eyes. Causing her to swallow some of it and some to get up her nose. With sudden ferocity the water spun and rushed blowing the barrel apart and knocking Sassy to the ground.
Her attacker fled into the shadows of Knockturn alley waving his hands tauntingly at her but she never really got a look at his face. All she knew was that the tall thin man seemed oddly familiar.
Sassy walked back to Olivanders soaking wet. She entered the shop and stayed near the door asking Mr.Olivander for a towel.
"What happened miss Bucket?" Mr.Olivander asked.
"Someones Idea of a joke I guess." She said trying to dry herself off. "Some skinny guy shoved my head into an old rain barrel. Thought he was going to drown me."
"More attacks on innocent decent people Mr.Olivander said shaking his head with disgust and disbelief. "Well, never you mind, I made up a fresh pot of tea and biscuits in the back."
The tea was a bit refreshing but the biscuits didn't sit well at all. By the time Wysteria came to pick her up Sasporilla was running a low grade fever and looked very pale.
Less than an hour of going home Sasporilla Buckets fever had risen to forty Celsius. She was talking to Myron Wagtail as if they were back on the porch of his farm. When Wysteria tried to help her to her bed Sasporilla could barely stand. It was when Sassy fell to the floor with a seizure that Wysteria rushed her daughter to Saint Mungos.
Test after test revealed nothing until a strange homeless man dropped off a sample of the water she had been dunked in. The diagnosis became very clear very quickly.
Dr.Hermunster sat Wysteria down to tell her the bad news. "A parasite we've identified as Naegleria fowleri, which causes a very rare brain infection called parasitic meningitis, is what your daughter has. It was found in a sample of the rain barrel water that you daughter was dunked in when she was attacked. The microscopic organism probably entered through the nose and traveled to the brain where it's now trying to destroy her brain tissue."
"Is there anything you can do Doctor?" Wysteria wept.
"We're trying everything we can think of." Dr.Hermunster said. "I must warn you though nine out of ten people who contract this parasite die within ten days. Fifty percent of survivors are left with irreparable brain damage. There is little hope I'm afraid."
Nick Owlmore and Lyra Lee-Ashwolf joined Wysteria in the halls of St.Mungos crying at the thought that after all she'd been through, they may finally lose Sasporilla Bucket.
Within a day Sasporilla slid into a coma. She walked through the thick gray fog of her mind occasionally faced with images as voices echoed all around her. In moments of clarity she heard her mothers voice speaking to her. Reading her the news from the Daily Prophet or from books like Beedle the Bard.
Sassy heard her mother and Uncle Nick discussing a dark wizard attack on London. Many were killed as London Bridge fell. Mr.Olivander had gone missing. Voldemort was seen in Diagon Alley. The fog thickened and all went black.
It was sometime in the night that Saslorilla came very close to death. Miss Diasy sat by her grand nieces bed holding her hand.
"My darling Sasporilla." Miss Daisy said. "You're growing into a beautiful young woman but life is throwing every trial in your way. I know that tonight is to see the end of a life. Death has come for you but it won't be you the grim reaper takes."
Miss Daisy crawled into bed next to Sasporilla and snuggled up to her.
"Don't feel sad." Daisy smiled. "I'm old and very tired. I am giving you the last few years of my life spark freely. You need it much more than I. Frankly I wouldn't want to live my last fifty or sixty years without you."
A silvery light passed from Daisy to Sasporilla. The hospital staff discovered the elfs body, snuggled in next to Sasporilla Bucket, on their first morning rounds. The staff quietly respectfully removed her. Sasporilla once again wandered through the grey fog of her mind.
Wysteria read her daughter a story about the treacherous death of Albus Dumbledore by Rita Skeeter.
It talked of how Snape had killed the Headmaster with the unforgivable curse "Avada Kedavra." This was of course contested by Ministry witnesses who denied this series of events.
"Can I have some water." Sasporilla asked.
"Of course pumpkin." Wysteria said reaching for the water then freezing. "You're awake!"
"And very thirsty." Sasporilla croaked. Her mother poured her some water and helped her daughter hold the glass. Sasporilla felt weak, her muscles slightly atrophied.
"How many days?" Sasporilla asked.
"Sweet heart." Wysteria said biting her lower lip nervously. "You've been in a coma for almost a year."
Tests quickly proved Sasporilla Bucket not only survived the parasitic meningitis but she lost no brain function or memory. In many ways it was a miracle.
Four weeks of muscle rebuilding potions and intense physical therapy saw the young witch discharged from Saint Mungos days before the next year at Hogwarts
"I am so happy to see you Miss Bucket." Mr.Olivander smiled. "Come in, come in."
Wysteria stood on the step waving good bye to her daughter as the door shut.
"I'm so happy to be back." Sasporilla said. "It was a very hard year but I'm ready to work very hard."
"Wondrous." Garrick Olivander smiled. "I heard of your ordeal at the hands of Deloris Umbridge. Appalling!"
"Well all of that is behind me." Sasporilla said proudly. "I endured and came out the other side a better, stronger person."
"Indeed." Mr.Olivander said very impressed by the young witch. "Now follow me."
They walked into the back of the store behind the shelves full of wands. Mr.Olivander had several work benches and worker elves helping with menial but not unimportant tasks.
"As promised." Mr.Olivander said. "This summer you will be apprenticing here in the back. Though I may ask you to watch the front from time to time, you'll work primarily back here at the cleaning and basic maintenance station."
"I'm so excited." Sasporilla said. "Thank you so much for this opportunity."
"You are most enthusiastic," Mr.Olivander smiled, "and most welcome my dear. Now, before you get started on the nine wands that need maintenance, I must ask if you are interested in joining me when one of my contractors comes in with what he promises to be a cornucopia of wand supplies?"
"I would be honored sir." Sasporilla smiled doing a half curtsey like a girl just asked to dance.
"Wonderful."
Each wand posed its own challenge. Each wood was different and required different oils and or polishes. Tightening and tuning of a dragon heart string was tricky but Mr.Olivander showed her how using a device known as an Ominifus Amplivator.
The Hypogrph feather core in the Ash wand was beyond repair. Mr.Olivander told Sasporilla to just set that one aside. The owner would have to agree to further work to be done or buy a new wand.
The morning went fast as Sasporilla Bucket worked hard at making every wand as perfect as she could. Each one was closely measured and weighed by Mr.Olivander. Every one had been perfectly cleaned, polished and repaired.
"As always Miss Bucket." Mr.Olivander smiled. "Your work is out standing."
The bell of the shop door rang as a small fat man, carrying a large very old and worn case, entered.
"Mr.Olivander?" The man shouted out.
"Yes, yes." Mr.Olivander shouted back. "Please come with me Miss Bucket. This is one of my suppliers."
The man placed his case up on the counter. It popped open into eight distinct areas. It was filled to capacity with woods, metals, crystals and metals. Cores of all kinds of magical beasts resided in individually labeled bottles.
"What do you need?" The little fat man asked with a cheery face.
"I'm running a bit low on Ethical unicorn hair and Grindylow teeth." Mr.Olivander said.
"Garrik!" The man said. "You know how hard it is to get Grindylow teeth Ethically. Now the Unicorn hair, I can give you a good price on that!"
"Ethical?" Sasporilla Bucket asked.
"Yes." Mt.Olivander began. "You see, when a creature offers you what you need from it freely... that makes it an ethical item. If you kill the creature and take what you need then that is not."
"You mean some wands are made from cores that are the result of murder?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes of course." The fat man said. "Not every witch or wizard can use a wand made from an ethical core kid."
"So do dark wizards use Unethical cores?" Sassy asked.
"No the means of which the core was procured, though it effects its vibration in relation to the witch or wizard, it may not reflect their philosophic view. For example, both he who must not be named's bone wand and Harry Potters Holly wand both have Phoenix feather cores collected ethically. I think we can all agree that an ethically collected core would not clearly reflect the philosophy of you know who."
"No." Sasporilla said drawing her wand. "What about my wand?"
"Wow!" The little fat man said. "Is that a conflicator?"
"Yes." Mr.Olivander said. "One of the oldest."
"Wow man that is cool." The salesman smiled.
"To answer your question Miss Bucket your wand has multiple woods, multiple metals and two cores that are in constant conflict. Half of them are ethically procured while their opposing counterparts were taken unethically."
"I don't feel good about that." Sasporilla said.
"Perhaps in the future your next wand, should you choose one, will be fully ethical or wholly unethical. It doesn't reflect on you as a person. Only your own actions and choices can do that."
As customers flooded into the shop Sasporilla dealt with them as Mr.Olivander wheeled and dealed with his contractor.
Soon it was afternoon and Sasporilla had to be reminded to go to lunch. Other people hated what they did and Sasporilla felt fortunate that wand making was a passion she may yet get to pursue full time after school. The chance to open her own shop was dream she'd had for a number of years.
"Buckets Wands" Sassy mused as she walked along through Diagon Alley window shopping. Maybe even "Imaginarium Wands from her middle name or even the "Imaginarium!"
It was nearly 2:30. Sasporilla would have to run back to the shop if she was to make it on time.
"Sasporilla" something hissed her name from the depths of Knockturn alley. She stood frozen peering into the shadowy lane way.
Sasporilla never saw who came up behind her and shoved her head into the murky black water of an old rain barrel. She didn't know who was laughing or why they bobbed her head in and out of the water forcing the dirty water to get into her ears and eyes. Causing her to swallow some of it and some to get up her nose. With sudden ferocity the water spun and rushed blowing the barrel apart and knocking Sassy to the ground.
Her attacker fled into the shadows of Knockturn alley waving his hands tauntingly at her but she never really got a look at his face. All she knew was that the tall thin man seemed oddly familiar.
Sassy walked back to Olivanders soaking wet. She entered the shop and stayed near the door asking Mr.Olivander for a towel.
"What happened miss Bucket?" Mr.Olivander asked.
"Someones Idea of a joke I guess." She said trying to dry herself off. "Some skinny guy shoved my head into an old rain barrel. Thought he was going to drown me."
"More attacks on innocent decent people Mr.Olivander said shaking his head with disgust and disbelief. "Well, never you mind, I made up a fresh pot of tea and biscuits in the back."
The tea was a bit refreshing but the biscuits didn't sit well at all. By the time Wysteria came to pick her up Sasporilla was running a low grade fever and looked very pale.
Less than an hour of going home Sasporilla Buckets fever had risen to forty Celsius. She was talking to Myron Wagtail as if they were back on the porch of his farm. When Wysteria tried to help her to her bed Sasporilla could barely stand. It was when Sassy fell to the floor with a seizure that Wysteria rushed her daughter to Saint Mungos.
Test after test revealed nothing until a strange homeless man dropped off a sample of the water she had been dunked in. The diagnosis became very clear very quickly.
Dr.Hermunster sat Wysteria down to tell her the bad news. "A parasite we've identified as Naegleria fowleri, which causes a very rare brain infection called parasitic meningitis, is what your daughter has. It was found in a sample of the rain barrel water that you daughter was dunked in when she was attacked. The microscopic organism probably entered through the nose and traveled to the brain where it's now trying to destroy her brain tissue."
"Is there anything you can do Doctor?" Wysteria wept.
"We're trying everything we can think of." Dr.Hermunster said. "I must warn you though nine out of ten people who contract this parasite die within ten days. Fifty percent of survivors are left with irreparable brain damage. There is little hope I'm afraid."
Nick Owlmore and Lyra Lee-Ashwolf joined Wysteria in the halls of St.Mungos crying at the thought that after all she'd been through, they may finally lose Sasporilla Bucket.
Within a day Sasporilla slid into a coma. She walked through the thick gray fog of her mind occasionally faced with images as voices echoed all around her. In moments of clarity she heard her mothers voice speaking to her. Reading her the news from the Daily Prophet or from books like Beedle the Bard.
Sassy heard her mother and Uncle Nick discussing a dark wizard attack on London. Many were killed as London Bridge fell. Mr.Olivander had gone missing. Voldemort was seen in Diagon Alley. The fog thickened and all went black.
It was sometime in the night that Saslorilla came very close to death. Miss Diasy sat by her grand nieces bed holding her hand.
"My darling Sasporilla." Miss Daisy said. "You're growing into a beautiful young woman but life is throwing every trial in your way. I know that tonight is to see the end of a life. Death has come for you but it won't be you the grim reaper takes."
Miss Daisy crawled into bed next to Sasporilla and snuggled up to her.
"Don't feel sad." Daisy smiled. "I'm old and very tired. I am giving you the last few years of my life spark freely. You need it much more than I. Frankly I wouldn't want to live my last fifty or sixty years without you."
A silvery light passed from Daisy to Sasporilla. The hospital staff discovered the elfs body, snuggled in next to Sasporilla Bucket, on their first morning rounds. The staff quietly respectfully removed her. Sasporilla once again wandered through the grey fog of her mind.
Wysteria read her daughter a story about the treacherous death of Albus Dumbledore by Rita Skeeter.
It talked of how Snape had killed the Headmaster with the unforgivable curse "Avada Kedavra." This was of course contested by Ministry witnesses who denied this series of events.
"Can I have some water." Sasporilla asked.
"Of course pumpkin." Wysteria said reaching for the water then freezing. "You're awake!"
"And very thirsty." Sasporilla croaked. Her mother poured her some water and helped her daughter hold the glass. Sasporilla felt weak, her muscles slightly atrophied.
"How many days?" Sasporilla asked.
"Sweet heart." Wysteria said biting her lower lip nervously. "You've been in a coma for almost a year."
Tests quickly proved Sasporilla Bucket not only survived the parasitic meningitis but she lost no brain function or memory. In many ways it was a miracle.
Four weeks of muscle rebuilding potions and intense physical therapy saw the young witch discharged from Saint Mungos days before the next year at Hogwarts
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I am in no way affiliated with Warner Bros. or with J.K.Rowling. My work is purely that of fan fiction & do not ask for, nor accept money, gifts or other compensation for my work. If you really feel you must do something, research which charities J.K.Rowling donates to, then donate to them as such.
I am in no way affiliated with Warner Bros. or with J.K.Rowling. My work is purely that of fan fiction & do not ask for, nor accept money, gifts or other compensation for my work. If you really feel you must do something, research which charities J.K.Rowling donates to, then donate to them as such.