All Seems Darkest Before The Dawn Cometh
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 13
Sasporilla, Karry, Susan and Madrigal finished up after dinner and returned to the Hufflepuff dorms. They made sure no one saw them slip away through the locked up dorm room and into the old wardrobe. The room of requirement was alive with activity. The DA had set up a base of operations within. Maps hung on the wall showing recently reported activity of Death eaters and where they were searching for Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Lists of known Death Eater hung next to lists of the missing and the confirmed dead. Neville and Ginny did their best to teach some the younger students the defencive arts. Other students practiced on the target dummies. Hammocks hung between beams and columns for the students who needed a safe space to sleep in.
Dean Thomas and Lee Jordan sat by the wireless preparing for their next broadcast of Potter watch. The DA was the heart of the anti-Voldemort underground and they were preparing for the day that he would come for them.
"Let's work on our patronus charm." Karry suggested. "Mine still needs a lot of work."
"Sounds good." Sasporilla agreed. "Frankly I need to take my mind to a happy place."
"Ya." Karry nodded. "Me too."
The pair took turns casting "Expecto Patronum!" Not surprisingly they had poor to no results. No matter what happy memory she tried to bring in, none seemed to be strong enough to fuel a good patronus. The best result she'd gotten was a week shield.
"Maybe I just don't have any stromg happy memories." Sasporilla said. "I've thought of time hanging out with Myron, hugging my mum, playing as a little girl. Nothing works!"
"I'm in the same boat." Zac Zarkazzian said showing up at Sassys elbow. "Most of my memories are horrible. Best ones I have are of the outsiders."
"Ya we should form a super hero team." Korry smiled jumping in beside his friend. "Muggles love super heroes! We could be the Outsiders."
"Probably one called that already." Zac mused.
"Ya probably." Korry laughed.
"What memory do you use to cast your patronus Korry?" Karry asked. "I mean it must be a good one because you cast a full wolf every time."
"Ya well that's just pure talent." Korry said proudly.
"Ya ya." Sasporilla said reaching up to tousle his thick fair hair. "You are such a brat!"
"But a loveable brat." Korry laughed.
Sasporilla had always seen Korry as cute but now that he was growing he was actually becoming quite handsome. Her memory flashed to that kiss, that Christmas night, three Christmases ago. It still made her feel.... happy."
"Go on then super star." Zac said. "Tell us about your happy memory then."
Korry blushed for a second then sat back trying to look cool.
"The day I completed my set of Chocolate frog famous wizard cards." Korry lied but it was the best he could do.
Sasporilla bit her lip still remembering the tender kiss. It was warm and brought a bit of light into her life.
"Expecto Patronum!" Sasporilla yelled. A bright white light sprung forth from her wand taking the form of a large Elephant and charged across the room of requirement striking the wall on the other side.
"What did you think of?" Karry asked.
"Giving your brother the thing that made him happiest." Sasporilla blushed.
Zac looked a bit confused. Korry blushed. Karry smiled and laughed.
"The card!" Sasporilla said. "God what a bunch you are!"
As bed time neared members of the DA returned to their dorms. Snuggled in everyone hoped for good dreams. Sasporilla and Karry just hoped the nightmares weren't that bad.
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Voldemort slept in a wonderfully ornate canopy bed that he had appropriated from the Malfoys, forcing the couple to stay in a guest room. The dark wizard usually slept like the dead. This night he tossed and turned as he dreamed.
Voldemort walked the halls of Hogwarts, just a boy in his first year, scared, angry and alone in a school full of young witches and wizards. He stood before a window and saw his reflection, older, maybe in his fourth or fifth year. He was an ambitious boy who saw himself as the most powerful wizard who would ever live. He would stop at nothing until the rest of the world saw him the same way, from its position kneeling at his feet.
Voldemort wanted the crown. He would be the Wizard King of Avalon. A userper on the roalyal throne. A half-blood returning the name of Salazar Slytherin to its former glory.
"Foolish boy." A voice said from just over Voldemorts shoulder. "Lord Voldemort... pretender to the throne."
"Who dares talk to me in this way?" Voldemort hissed.
"Who dares, indeed." The voice mocked from in front of him. Something moved in the shadows or, NO! The shadows moved. They flowed from the corners of his royal throne room and gathered as a single shadowy figure before him. Behind him. Beside him the voices hissed "The gaul."
"Show yourself." Voldemort demanded.
"You are afraid." The voice said. "Wise boy. Foolish boy...."
The shadow rushed forward and appeared clearly before him for the first time. The Witch Queen floated before him. This was no dream, this was an unsolicited captive audience and Voldemort was the one being held captive. She had taken control of his mind. She controlled his dream. She was in his thoughts and searched his memories.
"What do you want my Queen?" Voldemort asked innocently.
Her face was pale and harsh. She was beautiful but cruel in her anger and she was so very angry.
"She died at your behest." The witch queen said. "I want to know why?"
"Who my queen?" Voldemort asked.
"MY SISTER!" The witch queen screamed. "You ordered one of your thugs to kill her. Wysteria. Why?"
"It was not on MY order my queen." Voldemort groveled. " It was a request of the Royal Court."
"Who?" The witch queens eyes burned with rage.
"The Duke and Duchess Bent of Essex." Voldemort pleaded. "Do not blame me. Please, I was just following orders."
"Just following orders." The witch queen smiled. "You pathetic, weak little boy. You who would hope to usurp my husbands throne. You would watch the world burn if it will not bend to your will."
Voldemort ran from the throne room, to the halls of Hogwarts, to the spot behind the old chair in his childhood home. Before the death. Before the destruction. Before the dreams of power. The witch queens cold finger pressed on his third eye making him grimace in pain as she pushed her way deep into his mind. She saw it all. She saw the truth and the witch Queen laughed. "You will not live to be king."
Sasporilla, Karry, Susan and Madrigal finished up after dinner and returned to the Hufflepuff dorms. They made sure no one saw them slip away through the locked up dorm room and into the old wardrobe. The room of requirement was alive with activity. The DA had set up a base of operations within. Maps hung on the wall showing recently reported activity of Death eaters and where they were searching for Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Lists of known Death Eater hung next to lists of the missing and the confirmed dead. Neville and Ginny did their best to teach some the younger students the defencive arts. Other students practiced on the target dummies. Hammocks hung between beams and columns for the students who needed a safe space to sleep in.
Dean Thomas and Lee Jordan sat by the wireless preparing for their next broadcast of Potter watch. The DA was the heart of the anti-Voldemort underground and they were preparing for the day that he would come for them.
"Let's work on our patronus charm." Karry suggested. "Mine still needs a lot of work."
"Sounds good." Sasporilla agreed. "Frankly I need to take my mind to a happy place."
"Ya." Karry nodded. "Me too."
The pair took turns casting "Expecto Patronum!" Not surprisingly they had poor to no results. No matter what happy memory she tried to bring in, none seemed to be strong enough to fuel a good patronus. The best result she'd gotten was a week shield.
"Maybe I just don't have any stromg happy memories." Sasporilla said. "I've thought of time hanging out with Myron, hugging my mum, playing as a little girl. Nothing works!"
"I'm in the same boat." Zac Zarkazzian said showing up at Sassys elbow. "Most of my memories are horrible. Best ones I have are of the outsiders."
"Ya we should form a super hero team." Korry smiled jumping in beside his friend. "Muggles love super heroes! We could be the Outsiders."
"Probably one called that already." Zac mused.
"Ya probably." Korry laughed.
"What memory do you use to cast your patronus Korry?" Karry asked. "I mean it must be a good one because you cast a full wolf every time."
"Ya well that's just pure talent." Korry said proudly.
"Ya ya." Sasporilla said reaching up to tousle his thick fair hair. "You are such a brat!"
"But a loveable brat." Korry laughed.
Sasporilla had always seen Korry as cute but now that he was growing he was actually becoming quite handsome. Her memory flashed to that kiss, that Christmas night, three Christmases ago. It still made her feel.... happy."
"Go on then super star." Zac said. "Tell us about your happy memory then."
Korry blushed for a second then sat back trying to look cool.
"The day I completed my set of Chocolate frog famous wizard cards." Korry lied but it was the best he could do.
Sasporilla bit her lip still remembering the tender kiss. It was warm and brought a bit of light into her life.
"Expecto Patronum!" Sasporilla yelled. A bright white light sprung forth from her wand taking the form of a large Elephant and charged across the room of requirement striking the wall on the other side.
"What did you think of?" Karry asked.
"Giving your brother the thing that made him happiest." Sasporilla blushed.
Zac looked a bit confused. Korry blushed. Karry smiled and laughed.
"The card!" Sasporilla said. "God what a bunch you are!"
As bed time neared members of the DA returned to their dorms. Snuggled in everyone hoped for good dreams. Sasporilla and Karry just hoped the nightmares weren't that bad.
********************
Voldemort slept in a wonderfully ornate canopy bed that he had appropriated from the Malfoys, forcing the couple to stay in a guest room. The dark wizard usually slept like the dead. This night he tossed and turned as he dreamed.
Voldemort walked the halls of Hogwarts, just a boy in his first year, scared, angry and alone in a school full of young witches and wizards. He stood before a window and saw his reflection, older, maybe in his fourth or fifth year. He was an ambitious boy who saw himself as the most powerful wizard who would ever live. He would stop at nothing until the rest of the world saw him the same way, from its position kneeling at his feet.
Voldemort wanted the crown. He would be the Wizard King of Avalon. A userper on the roalyal throne. A half-blood returning the name of Salazar Slytherin to its former glory.
"Foolish boy." A voice said from just over Voldemorts shoulder. "Lord Voldemort... pretender to the throne."
"Who dares talk to me in this way?" Voldemort hissed.
"Who dares, indeed." The voice mocked from in front of him. Something moved in the shadows or, NO! The shadows moved. They flowed from the corners of his royal throne room and gathered as a single shadowy figure before him. Behind him. Beside him the voices hissed "The gaul."
"Show yourself." Voldemort demanded.
"You are afraid." The voice said. "Wise boy. Foolish boy...."
The shadow rushed forward and appeared clearly before him for the first time. The Witch Queen floated before him. This was no dream, this was an unsolicited captive audience and Voldemort was the one being held captive. She had taken control of his mind. She controlled his dream. She was in his thoughts and searched his memories.
"What do you want my Queen?" Voldemort asked innocently.
Her face was pale and harsh. She was beautiful but cruel in her anger and she was so very angry.
"She died at your behest." The witch queen said. "I want to know why?"
"Who my queen?" Voldemort asked.
"MY SISTER!" The witch queen screamed. "You ordered one of your thugs to kill her. Wysteria. Why?"
"It was not on MY order my queen." Voldemort groveled. " It was a request of the Royal Court."
"Who?" The witch queens eyes burned with rage.
"The Duke and Duchess Bent of Essex." Voldemort pleaded. "Do not blame me. Please, I was just following orders."
"Just following orders." The witch queen smiled. "You pathetic, weak little boy. You who would hope to usurp my husbands throne. You would watch the world burn if it will not bend to your will."
Voldemort ran from the throne room, to the halls of Hogwarts, to the spot behind the old chair in his childhood home. Before the death. Before the destruction. Before the dreams of power. The witch queens cold finger pressed on his third eye making him grimace in pain as she pushed her way deep into his mind. She saw it all. She saw the truth and the witch Queen laughed. "You will not live to be king."
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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.