CARNIVAL du MYSTIQUE
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 4
Sasporilla could not believe her luck! It probably wouldn't pay much but it would be a great bit of experience to add to a CV. Wand technician for the Carnival du Mystique! She would have to sleep on it of course. One did not commit to such a decision lightly.
Sassy tucked her leather satchel tightly into her bag. It would have to do for now. She really had no other place to store it until she got home.
The delighted roar of the crowd drew Sasporillas attention. Excited shouts and whistles came from a tall thin tent, which reminded Sassy of changing tents at the beach, across the way. A man stood at a rickety ticket counter in front of the tent entrance.
"Third last shows almost done love." The little fellow said. "Ah, I'll give ya a break on the price. Four sickle s'll do er, rather than a full galleon."
Sassy pulled the loose change out of her bag and handed it over to the little man who handed her a ticket then ripped it snd said "Go right in!"
Sasporilla stepped into the thin tall tent. About twenty witches and wizards with children sat on wooden stands around a large sawdust ring. The small crowd cheered the fire caster as she blew a dragon from her mouth that circled above their heads and around the tent.
Sasporilla took a seat down front. The fire caster danced her way out of the ring. The lights dropped and a light bell played a lilting tune as a spot light found a crib in the center of the ring. A small elf clown stood up in the crib. A distant cry of a woman in the darkness, a flash of green, and a tall bald clown Voldemort with a big red nose.
The crowd booed the clown. With a vicious turn the bald clown Voldemort hissed at the crowd, a ridiculously long forked tongue rolling out of his mouth and flapping at them. With the most comical of evil looks the tall bald Voldemort clown drew his wand and turned on the baby elf clown Harry Potter in the crib.
Playfully the clown Voldemort rushed the crib. The little clown Harry Potter laughed which angered the dark lord of clowns! Voldemort stuck out his long tongue at the baby Harry and made a scary face. The little clown Harry laughed and stuck his tongue out in return frustrating the clown Voldemort.
A light bulb appeared above the tall clowns head and shone brightly indicating he had an idea. He grabbed it and chewed it both to
Signify his being mean enough to eat broken glass and crafty enough to want to hide the fact that this muggle technology was a tie to his half muggle lineage. Voldemort turned and grabbed Harry by the nose, pulling away quickly and sticking his thumb up through his fingers to indicate he'd grabbed the little clowns nose!
The baby Harry Potter clown laughed ecstatically as he reached out and grabbed hold of voldemorts large red nose with a loud honk. So pleased with himself the little clown did summersaults in his crib as the tall clown Voldemort drew his wand with a sinister smile. Simultaneously the little clown honked the large clowns nose as the large clowns wand exploded in green light and blew the faux Voldemort back into darkness. A little glowing lightning bolt glowed on the fore head of the little clown as he crawled out of his crib, honked Voldemorts large red nose, chuckled and waddled out of the spot light into the darkness.
A croud of clowns of all shapes and sizes flooded the ring. The hilarious visages of death eaters and well known dark figures in league with you know who. With hoots of laughter they ran amongst crowd checking noses, harassing patrons and looking up robes. Every so often a young small clown in Hogwarts Gryffindor robes appeared behind them, honked Voldemorts large red nose and ran off laughing. The clowns chased the boy around the tent, in and out of spotlights but to no avail. Eventually the boy disappeared and the clowns scattered into the growing darkness looking for him.
An evil, rat like clown pulled the young Harry Potter clown behind him. The small clown struggled but occasionally waved Voldemorts nose to the crowd and honked it. The crowd laughed wildly and applauded.
The ratty clown cast the boy up into the arms of a death clown statue.
The crowd booed and hissed as the ratty clown searched the boy for Voldemorts nose.
A honk here, and the ratty clown searched here. A honk there and the ratty clown searched there. Finally the snide evil clown pointed his stubby clawed finger in the Harry Clowns face. When he tapped Harrys nose, the young clown honked Voldemorts giant hooter. The Ratty clown tapped it again and again with the same results. Reaching in his old brown coat the clown pulled out a quite floppy knife and went to cut off Harrys nose.
The Young wizard clown held up his hand and shook his head obviously objecting to the plan.
The ratty clown was perplexed. What was he to do? Harry reached over and grabbed the ratty clowns nose as if in a game of babies got your nose. It obviously did not honk so he put it back. The ratty clown played along. He grabbed the young clowns white made up nose and slipped his own thumb through his fingers giving young Harry a haughty look of derision. When the ratty clown touched the nose the boy wizard honked, and again and again much to the delight of the dim-whited servant of the dark lord who now concentrated on pulling in a large cauldron and paying very little attention to the boy who slipped easily from the statues grasp and dropped to the ring floor.
As the ratty clown held his hand up with the pseudo nose between his fingers, the floppy knife poised and ready to cut, high above the cauldron the boy wizard jumped into a large tea cup and spun away.
The ratty clown cut off his hand which dropped into the cauldron, the distant honks of the dark lords nose echoed his silly failures as the crowd erupted with laughter. The pot glowed with green light and spun as the Voldemort clown reformed and stood before them. The crowd laughed even harder. The ratty clown placed his one good hand over his mouth. The dark lord couldn't quite figure out was wrong with his new incarnation as he spun around trying to figure it out, until it hit him! His head was sticking out of his behind.
Sasporilla had never quite laughed so hard. She knew the show was rife with historical inaccuracies and that some might find it may fly in the face of the memories of those who'd died at the hands of the dark wizards. However Sasporilla found it refreshing s long past time that someone said let's begin to heal and make fun of the pathetic evils that she herself as a child had helped to beat back.
Flames rose up encircling the ring. The crumbled, broken and burning silhouette of Hogwarts appeared on the tent walls. Drums rolled as two combatants took thier places on either side of the ring. The Voldemort clown turned and faced the crowd, his face still sticking out of his behind. The crowd booed and hissed. Voldemort looked angry and just a little hurt.
The boy wizard clown shot the crowd a coy smile and they cheered. He gave a little wave and they turned up the volume. He took a bow and they went wild! With unabashed arrogance he took a victory lap around the ring. Running with his hands above his head, clasped together shaking them from side to side in celebration, stopping only to do the odd back flip or cart wheel.
Harry stopped in front of the clownishly backwards Voldemort, who could not see him for the most embarrassing placement of his head. Harry tapped the evil wizard clown on the shoulder and he turned. The young wizard clown ran around behind as he turned and tapped him again, and again, and again. The dark wizarding clown kept spinning around and around until he got dizzy and fell over. What great fun. Finally The boy wizards clown doppelganger grew tired of the games and spoke for the first time in the act as he helped the Clown Voldemort to his feet, placing the stolen large red nose on the face sticking out of his rear end. "Come on Tom, let's finish this like we started it. Together."
With a honk of Voldemorts large red nose, the Voldemort Clowns head pulled back through his behind and popped up between his shoulders.
The clowns took their places on either side of the ring across from each other, drew their wands and pointed them at one another. Spells were cast and light flashed between wands, clashing in the middle of the ring in the flow of the unmistakable plasmatic flourish of priorincantatum. Sasporilla couldn't help but think of the stress and damage that was doing to those wands! How many performances were those clowns doing every day? It's s miracle either of those wands didn't explode.
The magic beam of Good energy pushed the evil energy back and blew the wand from Voldemorts hand.
The spotlight singled out the Voldemort clown as he looked up towards the sky, amazed that he'd been beaten. The greatest dark wizard clown of all time beaten by a boy clown. A long flatulent break of inappropriate wind fluttered as the body of the Voldemort clown deflated and turned to dust leaving only a wand and a slightly chard large red nose. With a honk, the lights cut to black and the crowd cheered!!!
The master showman himself, Areus Extravagonzo, dressed in brilliant blue with a four foot tall top hat stepped into a single brilliant spotlight.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, the last act of the night is the most unique act in the wizarding world. An act you can not see at any other wizarding carnival anywhere in the world! May we present to you the amazing illusions and slight of hand tricks of the completely NON-MAGICAL MUGGLE MAGICIAN, the great Rudolfo!"
In a puff of smoke the great Rudolfo appeared in the center of the ring. He was an average sized man with a thin black moustache and thin beard, dressed in a tuxedo with a tall black top hat and red satin lined cape.
With a wave of his hand a black wand with a white tip appeared in his hand. With a fast flick it became a cane and with another a lovely bouquet of flowers. A lovely, scantily clad young lady, shuffled into the ring on high heels so high Sasporilla was amazed she wasn't standing tippy toe. The young woman pushed a cart of tricks into the spotlight and exchanged it gladly for the beautiful bouquet.
"My lovely assistant Alana!" The great Rudolpho smiled.
The great Rudolpho made pigeons disappear into pans of flame. He made solid steel rings pass through each other as if made of air. He pulled a rabbit out of his empty top hat. He sawed his assistant in half! Still witches and wizards slowly took their children and bit by bit shuffled from the tent for no one really believed any muggle could do such feats with out magic.
"I'm sure that's ol' Jimmy Gurtz who got kicked out a Hogwarts in second year fer settin' ol' Snapes eye brows on fire." Were the kind of excuses you'd here as they'd leave.
"For my final trick," the great Rudolfo said whipping off his cape turning it to a large blue cloth. Alana encouraged a large shy elephant to walk into the spotlight. "I will make this Gigantic creature disappear before your very eyes! Without the use of magic! Uding only muggle ingenuity and trickery!"
"Impossible!" Someone in the audience yelled.
"Can't be done!" Another person yelled.
"I knew you would doubt a humble muggle like myself and that is why I will invite four witnesses," the great Rufolfo smiled, " random volunteers to come from the audience to watch as I fool the lot of you!"
Sasporilla was intrigued and shot her hand up eagerly!
The assistant walked around and looked at the volunteers. She chose a girl about nine years old, an old man, a mum who was embarrassed because she never thought she'd actually get picked and last but not least the pink haired witch.
The great Rudolfo and his assistant Alana escorted them around the elephant. One stood on each side of the gigantic beast as the great Rudolfo threw the large blew cloth over it. The cloth settled over the brast taking it's form.
"As our witnesses have seen," the great Rudolfo announced, "the elephant has been gently covered from head to toe with a simple piece of blue cloth. Unlike witches and wizards muggles use no silly incantations or do any foolish wand waving."
The great Rudolfo grabbed the edge of blue cloth as did Alana.
"All we say is ELEPHANT BE GONE!" The great Rudolfo yelled as the blue cloth deflated and went flat as the elephant disappeared from beneath! With a flick the blue cloth turned back into the red lined black cape of the muggle magician which Alana tied around the great Rudolfo's neck. All four witnesses stood silently in disbelief until Sasporilla let out a squeal of delight and began to applaud wildly. The small crowd jumped to their feet for standing ovation.
The great Rufolfo and Alana took three bows before exiting the ring. In a whirlwind entrance Areus Extravagonzo appeared center ring.
"Thank you Ladies and Gentlemen that is it for our show for this evening." The great showman smiled. "The midway rides, games and food stands remain open for you enjoyment until midnight. Thank you!"
Sasporilla could not believe her luck! It probably wouldn't pay much but it would be a great bit of experience to add to a CV. Wand technician for the Carnival du Mystique! She would have to sleep on it of course. One did not commit to such a decision lightly.
Sassy tucked her leather satchel tightly into her bag. It would have to do for now. She really had no other place to store it until she got home.
The delighted roar of the crowd drew Sasporillas attention. Excited shouts and whistles came from a tall thin tent, which reminded Sassy of changing tents at the beach, across the way. A man stood at a rickety ticket counter in front of the tent entrance.
"Third last shows almost done love." The little fellow said. "Ah, I'll give ya a break on the price. Four sickle s'll do er, rather than a full galleon."
Sassy pulled the loose change out of her bag and handed it over to the little man who handed her a ticket then ripped it snd said "Go right in!"
Sasporilla stepped into the thin tall tent. About twenty witches and wizards with children sat on wooden stands around a large sawdust ring. The small crowd cheered the fire caster as she blew a dragon from her mouth that circled above their heads and around the tent.
Sasporilla took a seat down front. The fire caster danced her way out of the ring. The lights dropped and a light bell played a lilting tune as a spot light found a crib in the center of the ring. A small elf clown stood up in the crib. A distant cry of a woman in the darkness, a flash of green, and a tall bald clown Voldemort with a big red nose.
The crowd booed the clown. With a vicious turn the bald clown Voldemort hissed at the crowd, a ridiculously long forked tongue rolling out of his mouth and flapping at them. With the most comical of evil looks the tall bald Voldemort clown drew his wand and turned on the baby elf clown Harry Potter in the crib.
Playfully the clown Voldemort rushed the crib. The little clown Harry Potter laughed which angered the dark lord of clowns! Voldemort stuck out his long tongue at the baby Harry and made a scary face. The little clown Harry laughed and stuck his tongue out in return frustrating the clown Voldemort.
A light bulb appeared above the tall clowns head and shone brightly indicating he had an idea. He grabbed it and chewed it both to
Signify his being mean enough to eat broken glass and crafty enough to want to hide the fact that this muggle technology was a tie to his half muggle lineage. Voldemort turned and grabbed Harry by the nose, pulling away quickly and sticking his thumb up through his fingers to indicate he'd grabbed the little clowns nose!
The baby Harry Potter clown laughed ecstatically as he reached out and grabbed hold of voldemorts large red nose with a loud honk. So pleased with himself the little clown did summersaults in his crib as the tall clown Voldemort drew his wand with a sinister smile. Simultaneously the little clown honked the large clowns nose as the large clowns wand exploded in green light and blew the faux Voldemort back into darkness. A little glowing lightning bolt glowed on the fore head of the little clown as he crawled out of his crib, honked Voldemorts large red nose, chuckled and waddled out of the spot light into the darkness.
A croud of clowns of all shapes and sizes flooded the ring. The hilarious visages of death eaters and well known dark figures in league with you know who. With hoots of laughter they ran amongst crowd checking noses, harassing patrons and looking up robes. Every so often a young small clown in Hogwarts Gryffindor robes appeared behind them, honked Voldemorts large red nose and ran off laughing. The clowns chased the boy around the tent, in and out of spotlights but to no avail. Eventually the boy disappeared and the clowns scattered into the growing darkness looking for him.
An evil, rat like clown pulled the young Harry Potter clown behind him. The small clown struggled but occasionally waved Voldemorts nose to the crowd and honked it. The crowd laughed wildly and applauded.
The ratty clown cast the boy up into the arms of a death clown statue.
The crowd booed and hissed as the ratty clown searched the boy for Voldemorts nose.
A honk here, and the ratty clown searched here. A honk there and the ratty clown searched there. Finally the snide evil clown pointed his stubby clawed finger in the Harry Clowns face. When he tapped Harrys nose, the young clown honked Voldemorts giant hooter. The Ratty clown tapped it again and again with the same results. Reaching in his old brown coat the clown pulled out a quite floppy knife and went to cut off Harrys nose.
The Young wizard clown held up his hand and shook his head obviously objecting to the plan.
The ratty clown was perplexed. What was he to do? Harry reached over and grabbed the ratty clowns nose as if in a game of babies got your nose. It obviously did not honk so he put it back. The ratty clown played along. He grabbed the young clowns white made up nose and slipped his own thumb through his fingers giving young Harry a haughty look of derision. When the ratty clown touched the nose the boy wizard honked, and again and again much to the delight of the dim-whited servant of the dark lord who now concentrated on pulling in a large cauldron and paying very little attention to the boy who slipped easily from the statues grasp and dropped to the ring floor.
As the ratty clown held his hand up with the pseudo nose between his fingers, the floppy knife poised and ready to cut, high above the cauldron the boy wizard jumped into a large tea cup and spun away.
The ratty clown cut off his hand which dropped into the cauldron, the distant honks of the dark lords nose echoed his silly failures as the crowd erupted with laughter. The pot glowed with green light and spun as the Voldemort clown reformed and stood before them. The crowd laughed even harder. The ratty clown placed his one good hand over his mouth. The dark lord couldn't quite figure out was wrong with his new incarnation as he spun around trying to figure it out, until it hit him! His head was sticking out of his behind.
Sasporilla had never quite laughed so hard. She knew the show was rife with historical inaccuracies and that some might find it may fly in the face of the memories of those who'd died at the hands of the dark wizards. However Sasporilla found it refreshing s long past time that someone said let's begin to heal and make fun of the pathetic evils that she herself as a child had helped to beat back.
Flames rose up encircling the ring. The crumbled, broken and burning silhouette of Hogwarts appeared on the tent walls. Drums rolled as two combatants took thier places on either side of the ring. The Voldemort clown turned and faced the crowd, his face still sticking out of his behind. The crowd booed and hissed. Voldemort looked angry and just a little hurt.
The boy wizard clown shot the crowd a coy smile and they cheered. He gave a little wave and they turned up the volume. He took a bow and they went wild! With unabashed arrogance he took a victory lap around the ring. Running with his hands above his head, clasped together shaking them from side to side in celebration, stopping only to do the odd back flip or cart wheel.
Harry stopped in front of the clownishly backwards Voldemort, who could not see him for the most embarrassing placement of his head. Harry tapped the evil wizard clown on the shoulder and he turned. The young wizard clown ran around behind as he turned and tapped him again, and again, and again. The dark wizarding clown kept spinning around and around until he got dizzy and fell over. What great fun. Finally The boy wizards clown doppelganger grew tired of the games and spoke for the first time in the act as he helped the Clown Voldemort to his feet, placing the stolen large red nose on the face sticking out of his rear end. "Come on Tom, let's finish this like we started it. Together."
With a honk of Voldemorts large red nose, the Voldemort Clowns head pulled back through his behind and popped up between his shoulders.
The clowns took their places on either side of the ring across from each other, drew their wands and pointed them at one another. Spells were cast and light flashed between wands, clashing in the middle of the ring in the flow of the unmistakable plasmatic flourish of priorincantatum. Sasporilla couldn't help but think of the stress and damage that was doing to those wands! How many performances were those clowns doing every day? It's s miracle either of those wands didn't explode.
The magic beam of Good energy pushed the evil energy back and blew the wand from Voldemorts hand.
The spotlight singled out the Voldemort clown as he looked up towards the sky, amazed that he'd been beaten. The greatest dark wizard clown of all time beaten by a boy clown. A long flatulent break of inappropriate wind fluttered as the body of the Voldemort clown deflated and turned to dust leaving only a wand and a slightly chard large red nose. With a honk, the lights cut to black and the crowd cheered!!!
The master showman himself, Areus Extravagonzo, dressed in brilliant blue with a four foot tall top hat stepped into a single brilliant spotlight.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, the last act of the night is the most unique act in the wizarding world. An act you can not see at any other wizarding carnival anywhere in the world! May we present to you the amazing illusions and slight of hand tricks of the completely NON-MAGICAL MUGGLE MAGICIAN, the great Rudolfo!"
In a puff of smoke the great Rudolfo appeared in the center of the ring. He was an average sized man with a thin black moustache and thin beard, dressed in a tuxedo with a tall black top hat and red satin lined cape.
With a wave of his hand a black wand with a white tip appeared in his hand. With a fast flick it became a cane and with another a lovely bouquet of flowers. A lovely, scantily clad young lady, shuffled into the ring on high heels so high Sasporilla was amazed she wasn't standing tippy toe. The young woman pushed a cart of tricks into the spotlight and exchanged it gladly for the beautiful bouquet.
"My lovely assistant Alana!" The great Rudolpho smiled.
The great Rudolpho made pigeons disappear into pans of flame. He made solid steel rings pass through each other as if made of air. He pulled a rabbit out of his empty top hat. He sawed his assistant in half! Still witches and wizards slowly took their children and bit by bit shuffled from the tent for no one really believed any muggle could do such feats with out magic.
"I'm sure that's ol' Jimmy Gurtz who got kicked out a Hogwarts in second year fer settin' ol' Snapes eye brows on fire." Were the kind of excuses you'd here as they'd leave.
"For my final trick," the great Rudolfo said whipping off his cape turning it to a large blue cloth. Alana encouraged a large shy elephant to walk into the spotlight. "I will make this Gigantic creature disappear before your very eyes! Without the use of magic! Uding only muggle ingenuity and trickery!"
"Impossible!" Someone in the audience yelled.
"Can't be done!" Another person yelled.
"I knew you would doubt a humble muggle like myself and that is why I will invite four witnesses," the great Rufolfo smiled, " random volunteers to come from the audience to watch as I fool the lot of you!"
Sasporilla was intrigued and shot her hand up eagerly!
The assistant walked around and looked at the volunteers. She chose a girl about nine years old, an old man, a mum who was embarrassed because she never thought she'd actually get picked and last but not least the pink haired witch.
The great Rudolfo and his assistant Alana escorted them around the elephant. One stood on each side of the gigantic beast as the great Rudolfo threw the large blew cloth over it. The cloth settled over the brast taking it's form.
"As our witnesses have seen," the great Rudolfo announced, "the elephant has been gently covered from head to toe with a simple piece of blue cloth. Unlike witches and wizards muggles use no silly incantations or do any foolish wand waving."
The great Rudolfo grabbed the edge of blue cloth as did Alana.
"All we say is ELEPHANT BE GONE!" The great Rudolfo yelled as the blue cloth deflated and went flat as the elephant disappeared from beneath! With a flick the blue cloth turned back into the red lined black cape of the muggle magician which Alana tied around the great Rudolfo's neck. All four witnesses stood silently in disbelief until Sasporilla let out a squeal of delight and began to applaud wildly. The small crowd jumped to their feet for standing ovation.
The great Rufolfo and Alana took three bows before exiting the ring. In a whirlwind entrance Areus Extravagonzo appeared center ring.
"Thank you Ladies and Gentlemen that is it for our show for this evening." The great showman smiled. "The midway rides, games and food stands remain open for you enjoyment until midnight. Thank you!"
PLEASE REMEMBER
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, donate to J.K.Rowling's charitable foundation LUMOS! Link below! ( https://www.wearelumos.org/ )
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, donate to J.K.Rowling's charitable foundation LUMOS! Link below! ( https://www.wearelumos.org/ )