All Seems Darkest Before The Dawn Cometh
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 18
The school is a mess of broken walls and crumbled stone. Wooden beams lay smoldering on the ground. Sasporilla stayed in the great halls triage attending to the wounded and the dead. Lending any help she could to Madam Pomfrey who appreciated any and all help that was offered. Many she knew lay amongst the dead including Fred Weasley, twin brother of Kay Curtiss' old boy friend George.
Sassy brought over potions to help the wounded heal quickly. Zac and Korry were happy to get them as they lay stretchers being bandaged.
"How are you feeling?" Sasporilla asked handing them a potion each.
"Better now that you're here." Korry said making Sasporilla blush.
"Sounds like you're feeling MUCH better." Sasporilla smiled."You Zac?"
"Bit sore but keeping a stiff upper lip." Zac smiled.
"That's the lad." Sassy smiled moving on to other injured people.
"I'm going to marry that girl one day." Korry smiled.
Karry brought Janey one of her robes and uniforms. The young witch cast "Engorgeo!" and the clothes grew and grew until they were big enough for Janey to slip on. Janey yelled excitedly as she grabbed the clothes and started stripping off her filthy skins to put the clean robes on. After a second of digging through the sticks and twigs in her hair she found her wand. Just where she'd left it. The wand looked tiny in her the troll girls large hand.
"Looking good Janey." Sasporilla smiled.
"I feel pretty." Janey roared laughing.
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"My Lord." Augustus Rookwood said bowing his head to Voldemort. "The beast forces are dwindling and retreating. We need an edge. May I humbly suggest pulling the Dementors from Azkaban?"
"I will do so." Voldemort said psychically summing the dark creatures. "It will take time for them to travel we must offer an olive branch as distraction."
The mind of Lord Voldemort touched those all of those on the battle field and inside Hogwarts itself.
"You have fought Valiantly but in vain." Voldemort hissed. "Many have died, on all sides, I do not wish this. Every drop of pure magic blood spilled is a waste. I now command my forces to retreat. In there absence you have time to dispose of your dead with dignity."
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Dementors circled the skies of Azkaban collecting from the depths of the Wizards prison. With a howl they flew off into the night to join with their dark lord.
Several boats and barges uncloaked on the waters below. The first pulled up to a small dock at the base of Azkaban. Nick Owelmore stepped onto the dock followed by a legion of aurers.
The used very old keys yo open the prisons massive front doors.
"Remember lads", Nick called out over the sounds of roaring seas. "Once inside our magic is useless! Stick to your whitts and let's free all the political prisoners.
A loud thump and a growl saw the massive head of a Congolese Black dragon moved forward into the moonlight and filled the doorway with its fiery breath. Nick grabbed Scott Munding and jumped to one side.
The dragon roared as it pulled its chain taught.
A voice echoed from deep inside the cavernous room.
"Get back," the voice demanded, "stupid dragon. You've gone and pushed the doors open again."
"Pull that dragon back!" Nick demanded.
"Who's there?" The voice asked.
"I am DI inspector Nick Owlmore of the Ministry of magic Aurers office." Nick said peeking around the corner.
A small elderly man in ratty clothes walked past and cuffed the dragon in the head as he walked past.
"Get back in your corner." The old man told the dragon and watched as it slink away. "What do you want?"
"We're here to free a large group of innocent people from the prison." Nick said.
"I have no innocent prisoners." The old man said. "Do you have an order of release?"
"Yes of course." Nick lied reaching into his coat pocket to pull out a copy of the Daily Prophet. He held it out to the old man who stepped outside the door to read the orders by moonlight and out of the anti magic field into the open world.
"Petrificus Totalus" petrified the jailer.
"Sorry old timer." Nick said. "But we're trying to undo some pretty big wrongs tonight and we can't afford you getting in our way."
A blast of flame shot from deep inside and seared the night air.
"How we going to take care of him Nicky?" Aurer Mundy asked.
"I have no bloody idea." Nick said.
"He seems pretty tame for the jailer."
"You're brilliant." Nick said waving his wand in front of himself taking on the look of the cragy old man who stood before him.
"Let's hope he falls for a simple glamour."
Nick stepped in the open door way the dragon looked tilting its head like a curious dog.
"Who wants to go out side?" Nick asked.
The dragon perked its head up.
"Do you want to go for a fly?" Nick asked.
The dragon wagged its tale.
"Ok close your eyes." Nick said.
The dragon lowered its head and covered its eyes with its massive claws.
"No peaking!" Nick insisted as he stepped through the door and the glamour was dispelled. Nick walked purposefully across the floor. To hesitate may alert the dragon to the presence of an imposter. He walked to the far wall and pulled down a large lever which released the dragon from his chains.
Nick turned and realized he stood nose to nose with the giant dragon.
The dragon sniffed him and snorted blowing hot air and a few dragon bogies over Nick Owlmore. The large tail started to wag its tail, turned and ran from the huge room jumping out of the large doors and flew away into the night sky.
"You OK Nicky?" Mundy called inside.
"Ya." Nick laughed. "Anyone got a change of pants?"
Nick searched the shadowy corridors of Azkaban lifting the heads of those broken by all the dementor activity. Hardened criminals attacked trying to make their escape. The aurers fought and secured as many of them as they could. They'd found almost everyone of the muggle borns on the lower floors but Nick could not find Lyra Lee-Ashwolf.
"Lyra?" Nick called out. "Lyra!!!"
"Nick?" A voice called out weakly.
Nick Owlmore turned a corner and found a small alcove. Lyra Lee-Aswolf lay on a bench mal nourished and drained of life. Her pale skin reflected the dementors feeding and her miss treatment.
Nick used one of the jailers keys to unshackle her.
"It's so good to see you." Lyra said as she passed out in Nicks arms.
The school is a mess of broken walls and crumbled stone. Wooden beams lay smoldering on the ground. Sasporilla stayed in the great halls triage attending to the wounded and the dead. Lending any help she could to Madam Pomfrey who appreciated any and all help that was offered. Many she knew lay amongst the dead including Fred Weasley, twin brother of Kay Curtiss' old boy friend George.
Sassy brought over potions to help the wounded heal quickly. Zac and Korry were happy to get them as they lay stretchers being bandaged.
"How are you feeling?" Sasporilla asked handing them a potion each.
"Better now that you're here." Korry said making Sasporilla blush.
"Sounds like you're feeling MUCH better." Sasporilla smiled."You Zac?"
"Bit sore but keeping a stiff upper lip." Zac smiled.
"That's the lad." Sassy smiled moving on to other injured people.
"I'm going to marry that girl one day." Korry smiled.
Karry brought Janey one of her robes and uniforms. The young witch cast "Engorgeo!" and the clothes grew and grew until they were big enough for Janey to slip on. Janey yelled excitedly as she grabbed the clothes and started stripping off her filthy skins to put the clean robes on. After a second of digging through the sticks and twigs in her hair she found her wand. Just where she'd left it. The wand looked tiny in her the troll girls large hand.
"Looking good Janey." Sasporilla smiled.
"I feel pretty." Janey roared laughing.
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"My Lord." Augustus Rookwood said bowing his head to Voldemort. "The beast forces are dwindling and retreating. We need an edge. May I humbly suggest pulling the Dementors from Azkaban?"
"I will do so." Voldemort said psychically summing the dark creatures. "It will take time for them to travel we must offer an olive branch as distraction."
The mind of Lord Voldemort touched those all of those on the battle field and inside Hogwarts itself.
"You have fought Valiantly but in vain." Voldemort hissed. "Many have died, on all sides, I do not wish this. Every drop of pure magic blood spilled is a waste. I now command my forces to retreat. In there absence you have time to dispose of your dead with dignity."
*************************
Dementors circled the skies of Azkaban collecting from the depths of the Wizards prison. With a howl they flew off into the night to join with their dark lord.
Several boats and barges uncloaked on the waters below. The first pulled up to a small dock at the base of Azkaban. Nick Owelmore stepped onto the dock followed by a legion of aurers.
The used very old keys yo open the prisons massive front doors.
"Remember lads", Nick called out over the sounds of roaring seas. "Once inside our magic is useless! Stick to your whitts and let's free all the political prisoners.
A loud thump and a growl saw the massive head of a Congolese Black dragon moved forward into the moonlight and filled the doorway with its fiery breath. Nick grabbed Scott Munding and jumped to one side.
The dragon roared as it pulled its chain taught.
A voice echoed from deep inside the cavernous room.
"Get back," the voice demanded, "stupid dragon. You've gone and pushed the doors open again."
"Pull that dragon back!" Nick demanded.
"Who's there?" The voice asked.
"I am DI inspector Nick Owlmore of the Ministry of magic Aurers office." Nick said peeking around the corner.
A small elderly man in ratty clothes walked past and cuffed the dragon in the head as he walked past.
"Get back in your corner." The old man told the dragon and watched as it slink away. "What do you want?"
"We're here to free a large group of innocent people from the prison." Nick said.
"I have no innocent prisoners." The old man said. "Do you have an order of release?"
"Yes of course." Nick lied reaching into his coat pocket to pull out a copy of the Daily Prophet. He held it out to the old man who stepped outside the door to read the orders by moonlight and out of the anti magic field into the open world.
"Petrificus Totalus" petrified the jailer.
"Sorry old timer." Nick said. "But we're trying to undo some pretty big wrongs tonight and we can't afford you getting in our way."
A blast of flame shot from deep inside and seared the night air.
"How we going to take care of him Nicky?" Aurer Mundy asked.
"I have no bloody idea." Nick said.
"He seems pretty tame for the jailer."
"You're brilliant." Nick said waving his wand in front of himself taking on the look of the cragy old man who stood before him.
"Let's hope he falls for a simple glamour."
Nick stepped in the open door way the dragon looked tilting its head like a curious dog.
"Who wants to go out side?" Nick asked.
The dragon perked its head up.
"Do you want to go for a fly?" Nick asked.
The dragon wagged its tale.
"Ok close your eyes." Nick said.
The dragon lowered its head and covered its eyes with its massive claws.
"No peaking!" Nick insisted as he stepped through the door and the glamour was dispelled. Nick walked purposefully across the floor. To hesitate may alert the dragon to the presence of an imposter. He walked to the far wall and pulled down a large lever which released the dragon from his chains.
Nick turned and realized he stood nose to nose with the giant dragon.
The dragon sniffed him and snorted blowing hot air and a few dragon bogies over Nick Owlmore. The large tail started to wag its tail, turned and ran from the huge room jumping out of the large doors and flew away into the night sky.
"You OK Nicky?" Mundy called inside.
"Ya." Nick laughed. "Anyone got a change of pants?"
Nick searched the shadowy corridors of Azkaban lifting the heads of those broken by all the dementor activity. Hardened criminals attacked trying to make their escape. The aurers fought and secured as many of them as they could. They'd found almost everyone of the muggle borns on the lower floors but Nick could not find Lyra Lee-Ashwolf.
"Lyra?" Nick called out. "Lyra!!!"
"Nick?" A voice called out weakly.
Nick Owlmore turned a corner and found a small alcove. Lyra Lee-Aswolf lay on a bench mal nourished and drained of life. Her pale skin reflected the dementors feeding and her miss treatment.
Nick used one of the jailers keys to unshackle her.
"It's so good to see you." Lyra said as she passed out in Nicks arms.
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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.