All Seems Darkest Before The Dawn Cometh
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 12
Professor Sprout was the first one to welcome the girls back from what would be the worst Christmas vacation of their lives.
"Miss Curtiss, Miss Bucket, my deepest condolences for your losses."
"Thank you Professor Sprout." The girls said.
"If you need to talk or need anything at all," Professor Sprout said saddly, "my door is always open. You know I'm here for you?"
"Yes Professor." Karry said.
"Thank you Professor." Sasporilla nodded.
Silently they went to their dorm room and called it an rarly night with no dinner.
The news of Lunas disappearance was all gosip of the breakfast tables. Some said her father had simply not allowed her to return, others said she'd been kid napped by he who must not be named. Many students didn't return to Hogwarts after the Christmas break. After learning the truth about disciplinary measures at the school, outraged parents marched on the ministry of Magic demanding justice and recompense for their children's suffering. There cries fell on deaf ears. Their names placed on the ever growing list of dissidents.
Sasporilla and Karry were starved the first morning back. They devoured toast, eggs, pancakes, sausages and bacon, fruit, juice and even three large glasses of milk and a cinnamon sticky bun each. The food filled their stomachs but not the holes in there young hearts.
Sasporilla had looked forward to her first Broom flying class of the year. She had taken the course for two years and barely squeaked past. This year she brought her own broom. One that worked well for her. Rather than being held on the south lawn the class was now being held in the schools largest court yard. The dementors over seeing the security of the school made free flight higher than ten meters very hazardous.
"Miss Bucket." Madam Hooch smiled putting on her gloves. "You're going to try again?"
"Yes Madam Hooch." Sasporilla smiled her broomstick in hand. "I got a broom for Christmas that seems to work for me."
Madam Hooch looked over the broom. "Triumphant, nice. That's a very good broom. Good stability, strong. Lots of bangs and whistles. Hope you can ride it."
"We'll see." Sasporilla smiled.
"Indeed we will." Madam Hooch said.
With a blow of the whistle the class came to order. Basics out of the way for some of the younger students, the older students were told to fly their brooms up and circle the court yard at about a meter above. Sasporilla flew up with ease and circled with the pack like she'd been born on a broom. Madam Hooch was most impressed.
As the younger students began following Madam Hooch around the court yard, just above ground, she cast a series of glowing hoops for the older students to slalom through. The hoops turned and rolled, bobbing up, down left & right. To pas through one successfully earned you a green star which followed after you. To miss one wiped out your previous stars. Sasporilla and the broom seemed very much in sync as they passed through hoop after hoop. She wasn't counting stars as she rarely landed with more than one. The last hoop in front of her spun down so she pushed the tip of her broom down and headed for the ground. Madam Hooch dove for cover as Sassy pulled up at the last moment an flew straight back up and through the ring before the whistle blew.
All students came in with safe & gentle landings, even Sasporilla Bucket.
Madam Hooch looked at the green stars which magically lined up along the children's broom sticks. Harland Stiptick had five green stars.
"Five Mr.Stiptick, very impressive."
"I'd have had more but I lost my first bunch on that tricky turn ring." Harland smiled.
"Indeed." Madam Hooch smiled. "How fast were you going?"
"Like Lightning!" Harland laughed.
"Yes." Madam Hooch grinned. "But like lightning you move almost as fast as the human eye but don't always strike your target. Miss Bucket, how fast were you going?"
"I was just trying to keep up." Sasporilla said. "Almost as fast as Jimmy Dillian I guess."
"Jimmy Dillian," Madam Hooch said, "how many stars do you have?"
"One Madam Hooch." Jimmy said.
"How many do you have Miss Bucket?" Madam Hooch asked smiling.
"Um..." Sasporilla looked at her broom stick and counted seventeen stars which spiraled around her broom stick. "Seventeen Madam Hooch."
"Indeed." Madam Hooch smiled. "Flying fast can be exhilarating but accuracy is what's important. Miss Buckets new broom is made for comfort and long trips. It can zip when it needs to but it focuses on stability and accuracy of flight. Now you can still fly it like a monkey on an owls back, but Miss Bucket rides her broom with grace, patience & accuracy. It seems Miss Bucket that the problem WAS the brooms we have here all along. Congratulations, 10 points to Hufflepuff for a perfect flight and 5 more points for setting a new class record."
Professor Sprout was the first one to welcome the girls back from what would be the worst Christmas vacation of their lives.
"Miss Curtiss, Miss Bucket, my deepest condolences for your losses."
"Thank you Professor Sprout." The girls said.
"If you need to talk or need anything at all," Professor Sprout said saddly, "my door is always open. You know I'm here for you?"
"Yes Professor." Karry said.
"Thank you Professor." Sasporilla nodded.
Silently they went to their dorm room and called it an rarly night with no dinner.
The news of Lunas disappearance was all gosip of the breakfast tables. Some said her father had simply not allowed her to return, others said she'd been kid napped by he who must not be named. Many students didn't return to Hogwarts after the Christmas break. After learning the truth about disciplinary measures at the school, outraged parents marched on the ministry of Magic demanding justice and recompense for their children's suffering. There cries fell on deaf ears. Their names placed on the ever growing list of dissidents.
Sasporilla and Karry were starved the first morning back. They devoured toast, eggs, pancakes, sausages and bacon, fruit, juice and even three large glasses of milk and a cinnamon sticky bun each. The food filled their stomachs but not the holes in there young hearts.
Sasporilla had looked forward to her first Broom flying class of the year. She had taken the course for two years and barely squeaked past. This year she brought her own broom. One that worked well for her. Rather than being held on the south lawn the class was now being held in the schools largest court yard. The dementors over seeing the security of the school made free flight higher than ten meters very hazardous.
"Miss Bucket." Madam Hooch smiled putting on her gloves. "You're going to try again?"
"Yes Madam Hooch." Sasporilla smiled her broomstick in hand. "I got a broom for Christmas that seems to work for me."
Madam Hooch looked over the broom. "Triumphant, nice. That's a very good broom. Good stability, strong. Lots of bangs and whistles. Hope you can ride it."
"We'll see." Sasporilla smiled.
"Indeed we will." Madam Hooch said.
With a blow of the whistle the class came to order. Basics out of the way for some of the younger students, the older students were told to fly their brooms up and circle the court yard at about a meter above. Sasporilla flew up with ease and circled with the pack like she'd been born on a broom. Madam Hooch was most impressed.
As the younger students began following Madam Hooch around the court yard, just above ground, she cast a series of glowing hoops for the older students to slalom through. The hoops turned and rolled, bobbing up, down left & right. To pas through one successfully earned you a green star which followed after you. To miss one wiped out your previous stars. Sasporilla and the broom seemed very much in sync as they passed through hoop after hoop. She wasn't counting stars as she rarely landed with more than one. The last hoop in front of her spun down so she pushed the tip of her broom down and headed for the ground. Madam Hooch dove for cover as Sassy pulled up at the last moment an flew straight back up and through the ring before the whistle blew.
All students came in with safe & gentle landings, even Sasporilla Bucket.
Madam Hooch looked at the green stars which magically lined up along the children's broom sticks. Harland Stiptick had five green stars.
"Five Mr.Stiptick, very impressive."
"I'd have had more but I lost my first bunch on that tricky turn ring." Harland smiled.
"Indeed." Madam Hooch smiled. "How fast were you going?"
"Like Lightning!" Harland laughed.
"Yes." Madam Hooch grinned. "But like lightning you move almost as fast as the human eye but don't always strike your target. Miss Bucket, how fast were you going?"
"I was just trying to keep up." Sasporilla said. "Almost as fast as Jimmy Dillian I guess."
"Jimmy Dillian," Madam Hooch said, "how many stars do you have?"
"One Madam Hooch." Jimmy said.
"How many do you have Miss Bucket?" Madam Hooch asked smiling.
"Um..." Sasporilla looked at her broom stick and counted seventeen stars which spiraled around her broom stick. "Seventeen Madam Hooch."
"Indeed." Madam Hooch smiled. "Flying fast can be exhilarating but accuracy is what's important. Miss Buckets new broom is made for comfort and long trips. It can zip when it needs to but it focuses on stability and accuracy of flight. Now you can still fly it like a monkey on an owls back, but Miss Bucket rides her broom with grace, patience & accuracy. It seems Miss Bucket that the problem WAS the brooms we have here all along. Congratulations, 10 points to Hufflepuff for a perfect flight and 5 more points for setting a new class record."
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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.