CARNIVAL du MYSTIQUE
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 19
It was a perfectly beautiful summers Sunday morning. The warm late summer sun shone down through the open window of Madame Forwinkles Home For Bewildered and Befuddled Wizard and Witches, on to the rather pale motionless face of Garrek Ollivander.
The old man hadn't moved much for almost two months now. Had some sort of episode in the middle of the night where attendants found him talking to himself. Since then he'd shut down. The old wand maker had become near catatonic. He just sat in his wheelchair, dressed in his night shirt, left sitting on a bed pan in attempts at a morning make.
The door opened to the room. A large pleasant witch named Margaret waddled in.
"Good morning Mr.Ollivander." the lilt of her voice like that of a crow. "Have we been a good boy?" She levitated the old man with her wand and was very pleased with the results found. A quick cast clean up and disposal and she placed Mr.Ollivander back down gently into his chair.
"You've got family scheduled to visit today." Margaret smiled. "We'd best get you dressed to receive! Or would you rather I sent in one of the younger prettier nurses?"
Margaret got the old nightshirt off of him and wondered just when it had been washed last? She sent it off to the laundry with a few other questionable pieces of the old mans apparel. With a wave of her wand a porcelain pitcher filled a decorative basin with luke-warm water. She warmed it a touch with an USTIO spell, then levitated a big sponge and dipped it in.
"Let's give you a nice sponge bath first, yes Mr.Olivander?" Margaret smiled.
Garrek Olivander just floated in the air seemingly unaware and uncaring.
"Poor man." Margaret sighed. "Used to be so full of life. His eyes always had the sparkle. I remember when he sold me my first wand "
Some how Margaret expected him to say Hawthorn, ten and a half inches, Unicorn hair core. However Garrek Olivander said nothing as the sponge scrubbed him clean.
Cleaned and dressed, Margaret wheeled the old man down to the common room for breakfast and then off to the lobby for visitor reception. Many of the residents of Madame Forwinkles Home For Bewildered and Befuddled Wizard and Witches, gathered there on weekends. Strangely few ever seemed to make the time to visit. Of course the residents always made excuses for them, to hide their own heartbreak and disappointment. Most of the staff played along, made life easier for everyone if the patients were calm.
Margaret parked Mr.Ollivander by the big fern at the bottom of the staircase. A picturesque setting for his visitors to find him sitting in peacefully awaiting their arrival.
"There you go Mr.Olivander." Margaret smiled. "I'm sure your family will be along in a tick and you'll have a fun, wonderful day together!"
The front doors of Madame Forwinkles Home For Bewildered and Befuddled Wizard and Witches flew open and in walked Ferdinand Beauxchamps, accompanied by Agnes Mooreshead, the blind fortune teller and The little round showman Arious Extravigonzo.
"I am here to see Garrek Olivander!" Mr.Beauxchamps demanded.
"Name?" A small thin man with a clip board said stepping over from the front desk.
"Ferdinand Beauxchamps!" The old wizard smiled flourishing his robes brushing a couple of young nurses, carrying their brooms and lunches, coming in for their shift. "I beg your pardon."
"No worries." One of the nurses smiled going over to sign in.
"I don't see your name on the expected guests list." The thin man said. "Let me check the big book. One moment."
"One moment?" Ferdinand Beauxchamps boomed. "Why this is an outrage! I'm the greatest wizarding showman of all time! I am not to be kept waiting!"
A young nurse walked up to Mr.Ollivander and took the breaks off his wheelchair.
"It's getting a bit intense in here Mr.Ollivander." the witch nurse smiled. "How's about I take you for a little walk out in the garden?"
The young nurse rolled Mr.Ollivander out the garden door into the bright morning sun. The warm fresh air filled his lungs. The sunshine caressed his skin for the first time in two months. They headed down through the garden past the animal topiaries to the fountain. The nurse turned to look around.
"The coast is clear Mr.Olivander." Sasporilla Bucket smiled.
"Thank you Ms.Bucket." Mr.Ollivander's voice rasped as he stood from the wheelchair, pulling a newly made makeshift wand from underneath the left armrest. "I almost didn't recognize you in that bark haired wig, nurses uniform and hat. Did you bring it?"
"Yes sir." Sasporilla smiled pulling out her wand. "Accio bag!"
Sassy's bag flew from the bushes and into her hands. She reached inside and pulled out the small leather wand maintenance kit Mr.Ollivander had gifted her years before. "Here you go Mr.Ollivander." Sassy said as she handed the kit to the old wand maker.
"I'm so happy I left this in your care Ms.Bucket." Mr.Olivander said placing the kit open on the ground and pointing his wand into it. "ACCIO EMERGENCY BAG!"
The little leather case rumbled and spun on the grown then belched forth a small leather satchel which flew into the old wand makers hands.
"I put this away many years ago." Mr.Ollivander said opening the bag and pulling out a finely crafted wand. "Just in case I should ever find myself in just such a predicament. VESTIMENTA!!!"
Mr.Ollivander spun like a whirlwind as, clothing flew from the bag and replaced the old ones he'd been dressed in. The new clothes were quality made and of fine design.
"Good to see they still fit." Mr.Ollivander smiled.
The Bushes rustled as people burst around the corner. Mr.Ollivander was quick on the draw and cast 'STUPIFY' before looking to discern who the targets were. Luckily Sasporilla was faster and tipped the old mans wand up, causing the spell to fly off into the air.
"It's us!" Ferdinand Beauxchamps Protested. "Save your spells for security. I'm sure they'll be coming soon enough."
"Yes." Agnes Agreed. "I heard them send off a portrait messenger when you 'Weren't on the list' Mr.Beauxchamps."
"Yes I'm sure my useless grandson has already arrived and any other family members eager to pillage my vaults and ruin our families good name!" Mr.Ollivander growled.
"We must make haste." Arious Extravigonzo insisted. "The grounds of the Madame Forwinkles Home are quite large, and it's impossible to apperate in and out during visiting hours."
"Yes." Garrek Olllivander sneered. "Only after bed check and lock down do they lower the grounds defence spells."
"Is everyone in place?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes." Mr.Beauxchamps smiled curiously. "Why?"
"Because here they come!" Agnes said hearing the outraged voices of Moloch Ollivander echoing through the garden.
"If anything has happened to my dear grandfather I will sue! Find him!"
"Ok!" Sasporilla said as she tipped over the wheel chair and closed her eyes. "Hit me."
"CUFERRUM!" Mr.Ollivander cast with regret. The blast of magical energy striking Sasporilla Bucket hard in the face and knocking her to the ground unconscious, her nose bloodied.
"Oh no." Mr.Ollivander cried. "I've killed her."
"She's fine." Ferdinand Beauxchamps reassured. "We must go. Come old friend!"
It was less than a minute before the Home staff found Sasporilla laying by the toppled wheelchair.
"Was this my grand fathers wheel chair?" Moloch Olivander asked kicking at the unconscious nurse attempting to wake her. "You! Where is he?"
"Stop it!" The home director demanded. "I will not have you treat my staff in this manner! Can't you see this poor young woman is hurt?"
"This mess is your responsibility director!" Moloch Olivander hissed. "I pay you personally a lot of money to keep my grandfather here. To keep him safe. To keep EVERYONE but family AWAY FROM HIM!!!"
"You don't need to remind me Moloch Ollivander." The home director growled.
"Then may I suggest," a scowl formed on the young mans face as he started to yell, "YOU PUT THE ENTIRE STAFF ON THE MATTER OF FINDING HIM NOW BEFORE HE ESCAPES!!!"
"You." The director said to an orderly. "Put this nurse in that wheelchair and take her back up to the house. Have her seen to."
"Yes sir." The orderly said picking the unconscious young woman up from the ground and placing her in the wheel chair.
"I see them, Follow me!" Moloch commanded pointing his wand forth as he allowed the others to charge past into action.
A small group of people skulked awkwardly past old dry fountain at the gardens center. The House staff fired spells at the culprits who fell and rolled almost comically aside. Some dove into bushes while others took cover behind rocks. Though at no time did anyone fire any spells back. Another group of people took off faster away to the south.
"Look!" One of the staff shouted. "There they go!"
Then another group dressed the same appeared and ran to the north, and another to the east, and another to the west.
"Oh ho, think your clever do you!" Moloch Ollivander said. "It's a diversion! Split up! Find them! Well old man you're not as clever as I am! I will get your book of secrets!!!!!"
Moloch turned and stood nose to nose with small clown Harry Potter, sitting upon the shoulders of another small clown. The clown Harry smiled and placed a large red nose on Moloch Olivander's nose and gave it a cute honk. The clowns laughed with silent exaggeration. Moloch was not amused and kicked them over, the Harry Potter clown grabbing the red nose as he fell, tumbled and rolled.
"Cursed creatures." Moloch said realizing he sounded decidedly different. "What?"
The grandson of Garrek Ollivander felt his face only to hind his nose was missing! The Harry Potter clown held up the red nose and honked it.
"Got your nose." The clown said drolly in a surprisingly deep voice.
With an exasperated wail Moloch Ollivander began casting attack spells wildly. Blasts of green energy flew threw the air making staff members dive out of the way for fear of the their lives. Bombarda spells blew large chunks of earth into the air and rained dirt back down over the burning topiaries and shattered fountain.
"The wonderful thing about a ugly old utility shed," Mr.Beauxchamps whispered as the staff broke off into smaller groups and took off into different directions, "is that no one wants to look at it. So they cast a CAECUS charm on it to hide it from view."
"You don't have your nose and you don't have this!" Garrek Ollivander smiled holding up a small thick leather bound journal.
"What is so important about that book Garrek?" Ferdinand Beauxchamps asked.
"It contains all of the wand making knowledge and secrets of the Ollivander family." Garrek Ollivander said. "But most important it has the true secret to our success! The "magic" that is unique to our craft! Without that, he is nothing."
"He's your grandson Garrek." Mr.Beauxchamps said. "Don't you want him to succeed?"
"If he was a good person? Yes. He's not." Garrek Ollivander scowled. "He's an arrogant, evil, self serving opportunist. He's proven himself to be nothing more than a lazy, useless liar, and bully. The kind of wizard who's best spell is ACCIO and is willing to put his grandfather in a home when in a hopes to kill him off faster and get his hands on the family journal."
"That's horrible Garrek." Ferdinand Beauxchamps said.
"That's life old friend." Garrek Olivander sighed. "How will we know when and if Ms.Bucket lowers the homes defences?"
"The blue sunny afternoon." Mr.Beauxchamps smiled.
"What about it?" Garrek Ollivander asked looking out the shed window at the sunny afternoon sky.
"Sunny summer sky." Agnes chuckled. "Every day in England? I'm blind and I can see the bole in that logic."
"ABSCONDITUM REVELIO!" a voice cast as the shed door opened. Wands pointed in at the men hiding inside.
Garrek Ollivander and his companions raised their hands as Moloch Olivander grinned noseless. "Got you."
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Sasporilla Bucket came to as she was being wheeled into the infirmary of the Madame Forwinkles Home For Bewildered and Befuddled Wizard and Witches. She could see from her image in an infirmary mirror that her nose was swollen and bloodied. Her eyes were bruised and blackened. The spell hit her hard enough to convince the staff she was one of them. She sat there limp as if still unconscious, as not to let on that she was now awake and aware."
"I'll just leave you here," The intern said, " and I'll go find the Doctor. He should be around here somewhere."
Sasporilla was left alone in the infirmary. With her least swollen eye Sassy looked around the room. The coast was clear. The young witch slipped from the wheelchair and stepped over to the door way. The halls were uniquely calm as most of the staff were either putting residents back in their rooms or out in the gardens, on the hunt for Mr.Olivander.
Sasporilla walked down the hall looking in open doorways as she passed. Her goal was to find the office of magical security for the home. It was made clear from the few secret visits they'd made that Madame Forwinkles Home For Bewildered and Befuddled Wizard and Witches anticipation charm was cast each day by an imbued magical device. One which could be raised and lowered on command. One kept in the security office. The one office Sasporilla had not been able to find.
It was perhaps the strange sound of snoring mixed with yipping or perhaps the fact that there was a distinct cool breeze passing through what should be a solid wall beside her that gave it away, but Sassy stopped and smiled as she raised her wand. "REVELIO"
The wall disappeared and revealed a short corridor into a small room with an open door. A gnoll, a dog man, leaned back in his chair asleep. His security guard cap down over his eyes. He snored loudly, yipping and barking. His paws would occasionally move or his tail wag.
How dog like he was, Sassy thought. However gnolls were not to be trifled with. They were cunning vicious creatures known for their love of hurting humans.
Sasporilla looked around the security office quietly. Besides some dusty old journals and binders on a shelf there was little in the room other than the desk and chair and a crumpled up bunch of blankets and two old cracked ceramic bowls on the floor. A thin jacket hung on what Sassy had at first assumed was a hook on the wall, but after a closer look she realized was the lever to turn the homes magical defence field off..
"Please don't touch that." A voice begged. "If you turn off the magic the Master of the house will beat Rathos."
"Are you Rathos?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes." The gnoll said wagging his tail. "Me am Rathos. How you know my name?"
"You told me." Sasporilla said.
"I did?" Rathos asked confused.
"Yes you did." Sassy insisted.
"Did what?" Rathos asked.
"Told me your name!" Sasporilla said rather aggravated.
"Me Rathos." The dog man smiled waging his tail. "I'm a doell."
"A doell?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes." Rathos said standing proudly, revealing the chain which held him to the leg of the desk. "My a dog-man. Friend to human, not like gnoll. They thought me a gnoll when they bought me slave. I like people. Like play ball and snuggle."
Sasporilla pulled her wand and the doell cringed.
"No misses witch please no hurt Rathos." The dog man begged.
"Alohamora." Sassy cast softly. The small padlock on the chains that bound the Doell popped open freeing him.
"You free Rathos?" The Doell asked.
"Yes." Sasporilla said. "I must pull this lever. I wouldn't see you beaten for my actions and I hate slavery."
"Thank you!" Rathos howled licking Sasporilla's face as he ran past and down the hall.
Sasporilla pulled the jacket off the lever and tossed it to the floor. She pushed it down hard until it made an audible click. A hum the hadn't really noticed before, began to slow and grow silent deep within the walls.
"BOMBARDA!" Sasporilla cast blowing the lever to bits.
"That should stop them from starting the defences back up again any time soon!" Sasporilla said. stumbling back into the corridor and pulling the alarm.
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Garrek Ollivander stepped from the garden shed, the tip of his grandsons wand firmly placed under his chin.
"Keep your wands on his friends." Moloch instructed the house staff. "They are a crafty bunch."
"Sir." One of the nurses said. "The young woman is clearly blind."
"A ruse!" Moloch insisted "I assure you."
"I might not be able to see with my eyes." Agnes Moorsehead frowned. "But I assure you I see so much more than you ever will until you learn to open your heart and your mind."
"Yes." Moloch scowled. "I'll bake cookies for deaf orphaned house elves. Now grandfather, give me what is rightfully mine."
Garrek Ollivander slapped the young man hard across the cheek with the journal.
"There are you are." Mr.Ollivander smiled. "Was it everything you thought it would be?"
Moloch's eyes glowed with hate as the tip of his wand glowed with green death but glowed dark again as the young wizard regained his temper amongst the large number of witnesses.
"The Ollivander Family Journal!" Moloch's eyes widened as they set upon his prize. "Ever since I was small I've heard the tales. All the secrets to our family wands are in that book. All the secret magic’s. All the formulas. All the secrets to success. All I need to do is read the incantation on the first page and it will all transfer into my head. I will know it all! I will be the next great Ollivander!"
Garrek Ollivander started to giggle like a mischievous elf. The giggle turned to a chuckle then to a heart guffaw!
"Is that what you believe my boy?" Garrek laughed handing his grandson the journal. "Oh my. Please be my guest and read the great secret which is the incantation on the first page!"
Moloch Olivander took the journal. He didn't like being laughed at in his moment of triumph, especially as some of the people around him were his own people. Subordinates he paid to take his orders with out question.
As he opened the journal he saw the many names of the Ollivander’s who had owned it from Oliver Ollivander in 382 BC to his grand fathers now. There was room for his name which he assumed which would be magically inscribed upon reading those words on the first page which read...
"Read the book, learn from its knowledge, add to its pages, work hard." At the bottom of this most infuriating message was written simply "You must Love wands."
"What nonsense is this!?!" Moloch yelled pushing the journal back into his grandfather’s chest. "Are you telling me it's just a book?"
"Not just a book!" Garrek smiled. "The book that can teach you to do things the Ollivander way. If you're willing to take the time to learn! To work hard! I would be willing to teach you if..."
"I don't want to learn it!" Moloch spat venomously. "I want it all! Now! As is my right as your grandson."
Four wizard statues in the outer garden slowly lowered their wands. The sky grayed as a drop of summer rain fell on Moloch's cheek.
"You've taken my shop and my name Moloch Olivander but the family craft must be earned." Garrek Ollivander said. "You've put me here to die to get your hands on a book that you now know will do you no good."
"It will allow my staff to do things the Olivander way." Moloch said. "Hand it over."
"I grow tired of your childish vitriol grandson." Garrek Ollivander sighed. "I will go where I can live out the rest of my life doing what I love in the presence of friends, where I am welcome."
"And just how do you plan to get away?" Moloch grinned evilly.
With a wave of his wand Mr.Olivander apparated away.
"The house defences are down!" One of the staff yelled.
"Moloch." Agnes said holding up the red clown nose. "Got your nose."
Mr.Beauxchamps grasped the blind fortunetellers arm as they apperated away. Green death energy killed everyone in the garden. Only Moloch Ollivander remained.
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Sasporilla walked out of the main entrance of the Madame Forwinkles Home For Bewildered and Befuddled Wizard and Witches carrying her broom. Staff assisted residents out onto the front lawn as the alarm sounded. The administrator tried to regain some sense of order. He had hold of Rathos by the ear and was tugging at the Doell very harshly as if this entire thing was his fault.
"There they are!" Sasporilla pointed pointing everyone’s attention towards the gardens as she cast a stupify spell on the horrid administrator. She ran over to doell and grabbed him by the paw.
"Why didn't you run?" Sasporilla asked.
"This bad place." Rathos said. "But Rathos home."
"I can find you a new safe & loving home." Sasporilla said. "If you'll trust me and come with me?"
"Yes." Rathos panted as they climbed aboard Sasporilla's Triumphant 1200x broom. "Hang on tight."
"What your name?" Rathos asked as they lifted off into the air.
"Bucket." Sassy smiled pulling off the wig and nurses cap revealing her natural pink hair beneath. "Sasporilla Bucket."
It was a perfectly beautiful summers Sunday morning. The warm late summer sun shone down through the open window of Madame Forwinkles Home For Bewildered and Befuddled Wizard and Witches, on to the rather pale motionless face of Garrek Ollivander.
The old man hadn't moved much for almost two months now. Had some sort of episode in the middle of the night where attendants found him talking to himself. Since then he'd shut down. The old wand maker had become near catatonic. He just sat in his wheelchair, dressed in his night shirt, left sitting on a bed pan in attempts at a morning make.
The door opened to the room. A large pleasant witch named Margaret waddled in.
"Good morning Mr.Ollivander." the lilt of her voice like that of a crow. "Have we been a good boy?" She levitated the old man with her wand and was very pleased with the results found. A quick cast clean up and disposal and she placed Mr.Ollivander back down gently into his chair.
"You've got family scheduled to visit today." Margaret smiled. "We'd best get you dressed to receive! Or would you rather I sent in one of the younger prettier nurses?"
Margaret got the old nightshirt off of him and wondered just when it had been washed last? She sent it off to the laundry with a few other questionable pieces of the old mans apparel. With a wave of her wand a porcelain pitcher filled a decorative basin with luke-warm water. She warmed it a touch with an USTIO spell, then levitated a big sponge and dipped it in.
"Let's give you a nice sponge bath first, yes Mr.Olivander?" Margaret smiled.
Garrek Olivander just floated in the air seemingly unaware and uncaring.
"Poor man." Margaret sighed. "Used to be so full of life. His eyes always had the sparkle. I remember when he sold me my first wand "
Some how Margaret expected him to say Hawthorn, ten and a half inches, Unicorn hair core. However Garrek Olivander said nothing as the sponge scrubbed him clean.
Cleaned and dressed, Margaret wheeled the old man down to the common room for breakfast and then off to the lobby for visitor reception. Many of the residents of Madame Forwinkles Home For Bewildered and Befuddled Wizard and Witches, gathered there on weekends. Strangely few ever seemed to make the time to visit. Of course the residents always made excuses for them, to hide their own heartbreak and disappointment. Most of the staff played along, made life easier for everyone if the patients were calm.
Margaret parked Mr.Ollivander by the big fern at the bottom of the staircase. A picturesque setting for his visitors to find him sitting in peacefully awaiting their arrival.
"There you go Mr.Olivander." Margaret smiled. "I'm sure your family will be along in a tick and you'll have a fun, wonderful day together!"
The front doors of Madame Forwinkles Home For Bewildered and Befuddled Wizard and Witches flew open and in walked Ferdinand Beauxchamps, accompanied by Agnes Mooreshead, the blind fortune teller and The little round showman Arious Extravigonzo.
"I am here to see Garrek Olivander!" Mr.Beauxchamps demanded.
"Name?" A small thin man with a clip board said stepping over from the front desk.
"Ferdinand Beauxchamps!" The old wizard smiled flourishing his robes brushing a couple of young nurses, carrying their brooms and lunches, coming in for their shift. "I beg your pardon."
"No worries." One of the nurses smiled going over to sign in.
"I don't see your name on the expected guests list." The thin man said. "Let me check the big book. One moment."
"One moment?" Ferdinand Beauxchamps boomed. "Why this is an outrage! I'm the greatest wizarding showman of all time! I am not to be kept waiting!"
A young nurse walked up to Mr.Ollivander and took the breaks off his wheelchair.
"It's getting a bit intense in here Mr.Ollivander." the witch nurse smiled. "How's about I take you for a little walk out in the garden?"
The young nurse rolled Mr.Ollivander out the garden door into the bright morning sun. The warm fresh air filled his lungs. The sunshine caressed his skin for the first time in two months. They headed down through the garden past the animal topiaries to the fountain. The nurse turned to look around.
"The coast is clear Mr.Olivander." Sasporilla Bucket smiled.
"Thank you Ms.Bucket." Mr.Ollivander's voice rasped as he stood from the wheelchair, pulling a newly made makeshift wand from underneath the left armrest. "I almost didn't recognize you in that bark haired wig, nurses uniform and hat. Did you bring it?"
"Yes sir." Sasporilla smiled pulling out her wand. "Accio bag!"
Sassy's bag flew from the bushes and into her hands. She reached inside and pulled out the small leather wand maintenance kit Mr.Ollivander had gifted her years before. "Here you go Mr.Ollivander." Sassy said as she handed the kit to the old wand maker.
"I'm so happy I left this in your care Ms.Bucket." Mr.Olivander said placing the kit open on the ground and pointing his wand into it. "ACCIO EMERGENCY BAG!"
The little leather case rumbled and spun on the grown then belched forth a small leather satchel which flew into the old wand makers hands.
"I put this away many years ago." Mr.Ollivander said opening the bag and pulling out a finely crafted wand. "Just in case I should ever find myself in just such a predicament. VESTIMENTA!!!"
Mr.Ollivander spun like a whirlwind as, clothing flew from the bag and replaced the old ones he'd been dressed in. The new clothes were quality made and of fine design.
"Good to see they still fit." Mr.Ollivander smiled.
The Bushes rustled as people burst around the corner. Mr.Ollivander was quick on the draw and cast 'STUPIFY' before looking to discern who the targets were. Luckily Sasporilla was faster and tipped the old mans wand up, causing the spell to fly off into the air.
"It's us!" Ferdinand Beauxchamps Protested. "Save your spells for security. I'm sure they'll be coming soon enough."
"Yes." Agnes Agreed. "I heard them send off a portrait messenger when you 'Weren't on the list' Mr.Beauxchamps."
"Yes I'm sure my useless grandson has already arrived and any other family members eager to pillage my vaults and ruin our families good name!" Mr.Ollivander growled.
"We must make haste." Arious Extravigonzo insisted. "The grounds of the Madame Forwinkles Home are quite large, and it's impossible to apperate in and out during visiting hours."
"Yes." Garrek Olllivander sneered. "Only after bed check and lock down do they lower the grounds defence spells."
"Is everyone in place?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes." Mr.Beauxchamps smiled curiously. "Why?"
"Because here they come!" Agnes said hearing the outraged voices of Moloch Ollivander echoing through the garden.
"If anything has happened to my dear grandfather I will sue! Find him!"
"Ok!" Sasporilla said as she tipped over the wheel chair and closed her eyes. "Hit me."
"CUFERRUM!" Mr.Ollivander cast with regret. The blast of magical energy striking Sasporilla Bucket hard in the face and knocking her to the ground unconscious, her nose bloodied.
"Oh no." Mr.Ollivander cried. "I've killed her."
"She's fine." Ferdinand Beauxchamps reassured. "We must go. Come old friend!"
It was less than a minute before the Home staff found Sasporilla laying by the toppled wheelchair.
"Was this my grand fathers wheel chair?" Moloch Olivander asked kicking at the unconscious nurse attempting to wake her. "You! Where is he?"
"Stop it!" The home director demanded. "I will not have you treat my staff in this manner! Can't you see this poor young woman is hurt?"
"This mess is your responsibility director!" Moloch Olivander hissed. "I pay you personally a lot of money to keep my grandfather here. To keep him safe. To keep EVERYONE but family AWAY FROM HIM!!!"
"You don't need to remind me Moloch Ollivander." The home director growled.
"Then may I suggest," a scowl formed on the young mans face as he started to yell, "YOU PUT THE ENTIRE STAFF ON THE MATTER OF FINDING HIM NOW BEFORE HE ESCAPES!!!"
"You." The director said to an orderly. "Put this nurse in that wheelchair and take her back up to the house. Have her seen to."
"Yes sir." The orderly said picking the unconscious young woman up from the ground and placing her in the wheel chair.
"I see them, Follow me!" Moloch commanded pointing his wand forth as he allowed the others to charge past into action.
A small group of people skulked awkwardly past old dry fountain at the gardens center. The House staff fired spells at the culprits who fell and rolled almost comically aside. Some dove into bushes while others took cover behind rocks. Though at no time did anyone fire any spells back. Another group of people took off faster away to the south.
"Look!" One of the staff shouted. "There they go!"
Then another group dressed the same appeared and ran to the north, and another to the east, and another to the west.
"Oh ho, think your clever do you!" Moloch Ollivander said. "It's a diversion! Split up! Find them! Well old man you're not as clever as I am! I will get your book of secrets!!!!!"
Moloch turned and stood nose to nose with small clown Harry Potter, sitting upon the shoulders of another small clown. The clown Harry smiled and placed a large red nose on Moloch Olivander's nose and gave it a cute honk. The clowns laughed with silent exaggeration. Moloch was not amused and kicked them over, the Harry Potter clown grabbing the red nose as he fell, tumbled and rolled.
"Cursed creatures." Moloch said realizing he sounded decidedly different. "What?"
The grandson of Garrek Ollivander felt his face only to hind his nose was missing! The Harry Potter clown held up the red nose and honked it.
"Got your nose." The clown said drolly in a surprisingly deep voice.
With an exasperated wail Moloch Ollivander began casting attack spells wildly. Blasts of green energy flew threw the air making staff members dive out of the way for fear of the their lives. Bombarda spells blew large chunks of earth into the air and rained dirt back down over the burning topiaries and shattered fountain.
"The wonderful thing about a ugly old utility shed," Mr.Beauxchamps whispered as the staff broke off into smaller groups and took off into different directions, "is that no one wants to look at it. So they cast a CAECUS charm on it to hide it from view."
"You don't have your nose and you don't have this!" Garrek Ollivander smiled holding up a small thick leather bound journal.
"What is so important about that book Garrek?" Ferdinand Beauxchamps asked.
"It contains all of the wand making knowledge and secrets of the Ollivander family." Garrek Ollivander said. "But most important it has the true secret to our success! The "magic" that is unique to our craft! Without that, he is nothing."
"He's your grandson Garrek." Mr.Beauxchamps said. "Don't you want him to succeed?"
"If he was a good person? Yes. He's not." Garrek Ollivander scowled. "He's an arrogant, evil, self serving opportunist. He's proven himself to be nothing more than a lazy, useless liar, and bully. The kind of wizard who's best spell is ACCIO and is willing to put his grandfather in a home when in a hopes to kill him off faster and get his hands on the family journal."
"That's horrible Garrek." Ferdinand Beauxchamps said.
"That's life old friend." Garrek Olivander sighed. "How will we know when and if Ms.Bucket lowers the homes defences?"
"The blue sunny afternoon." Mr.Beauxchamps smiled.
"What about it?" Garrek Ollivander asked looking out the shed window at the sunny afternoon sky.
"Sunny summer sky." Agnes chuckled. "Every day in England? I'm blind and I can see the bole in that logic."
"ABSCONDITUM REVELIO!" a voice cast as the shed door opened. Wands pointed in at the men hiding inside.
Garrek Ollivander and his companions raised their hands as Moloch Olivander grinned noseless. "Got you."
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Sasporilla Bucket came to as she was being wheeled into the infirmary of the Madame Forwinkles Home For Bewildered and Befuddled Wizard and Witches. She could see from her image in an infirmary mirror that her nose was swollen and bloodied. Her eyes were bruised and blackened. The spell hit her hard enough to convince the staff she was one of them. She sat there limp as if still unconscious, as not to let on that she was now awake and aware."
"I'll just leave you here," The intern said, " and I'll go find the Doctor. He should be around here somewhere."
Sasporilla was left alone in the infirmary. With her least swollen eye Sassy looked around the room. The coast was clear. The young witch slipped from the wheelchair and stepped over to the door way. The halls were uniquely calm as most of the staff were either putting residents back in their rooms or out in the gardens, on the hunt for Mr.Olivander.
Sasporilla walked down the hall looking in open doorways as she passed. Her goal was to find the office of magical security for the home. It was made clear from the few secret visits they'd made that Madame Forwinkles Home For Bewildered and Befuddled Wizard and Witches anticipation charm was cast each day by an imbued magical device. One which could be raised and lowered on command. One kept in the security office. The one office Sasporilla had not been able to find.
It was perhaps the strange sound of snoring mixed with yipping or perhaps the fact that there was a distinct cool breeze passing through what should be a solid wall beside her that gave it away, but Sassy stopped and smiled as she raised her wand. "REVELIO"
The wall disappeared and revealed a short corridor into a small room with an open door. A gnoll, a dog man, leaned back in his chair asleep. His security guard cap down over his eyes. He snored loudly, yipping and barking. His paws would occasionally move or his tail wag.
How dog like he was, Sassy thought. However gnolls were not to be trifled with. They were cunning vicious creatures known for their love of hurting humans.
Sasporilla looked around the security office quietly. Besides some dusty old journals and binders on a shelf there was little in the room other than the desk and chair and a crumpled up bunch of blankets and two old cracked ceramic bowls on the floor. A thin jacket hung on what Sassy had at first assumed was a hook on the wall, but after a closer look she realized was the lever to turn the homes magical defence field off..
"Please don't touch that." A voice begged. "If you turn off the magic the Master of the house will beat Rathos."
"Are you Rathos?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes." The gnoll said wagging his tail. "Me am Rathos. How you know my name?"
"You told me." Sasporilla said.
"I did?" Rathos asked confused.
"Yes you did." Sassy insisted.
"Did what?" Rathos asked.
"Told me your name!" Sasporilla said rather aggravated.
"Me Rathos." The dog man smiled waging his tail. "I'm a doell."
"A doell?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes." Rathos said standing proudly, revealing the chain which held him to the leg of the desk. "My a dog-man. Friend to human, not like gnoll. They thought me a gnoll when they bought me slave. I like people. Like play ball and snuggle."
Sasporilla pulled her wand and the doell cringed.
"No misses witch please no hurt Rathos." The dog man begged.
"Alohamora." Sassy cast softly. The small padlock on the chains that bound the Doell popped open freeing him.
"You free Rathos?" The Doell asked.
"Yes." Sasporilla said. "I must pull this lever. I wouldn't see you beaten for my actions and I hate slavery."
"Thank you!" Rathos howled licking Sasporilla's face as he ran past and down the hall.
Sasporilla pulled the jacket off the lever and tossed it to the floor. She pushed it down hard until it made an audible click. A hum the hadn't really noticed before, began to slow and grow silent deep within the walls.
"BOMBARDA!" Sasporilla cast blowing the lever to bits.
"That should stop them from starting the defences back up again any time soon!" Sasporilla said. stumbling back into the corridor and pulling the alarm.
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Garrek Ollivander stepped from the garden shed, the tip of his grandsons wand firmly placed under his chin.
"Keep your wands on his friends." Moloch instructed the house staff. "They are a crafty bunch."
"Sir." One of the nurses said. "The young woman is clearly blind."
"A ruse!" Moloch insisted "I assure you."
"I might not be able to see with my eyes." Agnes Moorsehead frowned. "But I assure you I see so much more than you ever will until you learn to open your heart and your mind."
"Yes." Moloch scowled. "I'll bake cookies for deaf orphaned house elves. Now grandfather, give me what is rightfully mine."
Garrek Ollivander slapped the young man hard across the cheek with the journal.
"There are you are." Mr.Ollivander smiled. "Was it everything you thought it would be?"
Moloch's eyes glowed with hate as the tip of his wand glowed with green death but glowed dark again as the young wizard regained his temper amongst the large number of witnesses.
"The Ollivander Family Journal!" Moloch's eyes widened as they set upon his prize. "Ever since I was small I've heard the tales. All the secrets to our family wands are in that book. All the secret magic’s. All the formulas. All the secrets to success. All I need to do is read the incantation on the first page and it will all transfer into my head. I will know it all! I will be the next great Ollivander!"
Garrek Ollivander started to giggle like a mischievous elf. The giggle turned to a chuckle then to a heart guffaw!
"Is that what you believe my boy?" Garrek laughed handing his grandson the journal. "Oh my. Please be my guest and read the great secret which is the incantation on the first page!"
Moloch Olivander took the journal. He didn't like being laughed at in his moment of triumph, especially as some of the people around him were his own people. Subordinates he paid to take his orders with out question.
As he opened the journal he saw the many names of the Ollivander’s who had owned it from Oliver Ollivander in 382 BC to his grand fathers now. There was room for his name which he assumed which would be magically inscribed upon reading those words on the first page which read...
"Read the book, learn from its knowledge, add to its pages, work hard." At the bottom of this most infuriating message was written simply "You must Love wands."
"What nonsense is this!?!" Moloch yelled pushing the journal back into his grandfather’s chest. "Are you telling me it's just a book?"
"Not just a book!" Garrek smiled. "The book that can teach you to do things the Ollivander way. If you're willing to take the time to learn! To work hard! I would be willing to teach you if..."
"I don't want to learn it!" Moloch spat venomously. "I want it all! Now! As is my right as your grandson."
Four wizard statues in the outer garden slowly lowered their wands. The sky grayed as a drop of summer rain fell on Moloch's cheek.
"You've taken my shop and my name Moloch Olivander but the family craft must be earned." Garrek Ollivander said. "You've put me here to die to get your hands on a book that you now know will do you no good."
"It will allow my staff to do things the Olivander way." Moloch said. "Hand it over."
"I grow tired of your childish vitriol grandson." Garrek Ollivander sighed. "I will go where I can live out the rest of my life doing what I love in the presence of friends, where I am welcome."
"And just how do you plan to get away?" Moloch grinned evilly.
With a wave of his wand Mr.Olivander apparated away.
"The house defences are down!" One of the staff yelled.
"Moloch." Agnes said holding up the red clown nose. "Got your nose."
Mr.Beauxchamps grasped the blind fortunetellers arm as they apperated away. Green death energy killed everyone in the garden. Only Moloch Ollivander remained.
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Sasporilla walked out of the main entrance of the Madame Forwinkles Home For Bewildered and Befuddled Wizard and Witches carrying her broom. Staff assisted residents out onto the front lawn as the alarm sounded. The administrator tried to regain some sense of order. He had hold of Rathos by the ear and was tugging at the Doell very harshly as if this entire thing was his fault.
"There they are!" Sasporilla pointed pointing everyone’s attention towards the gardens as she cast a stupify spell on the horrid administrator. She ran over to doell and grabbed him by the paw.
"Why didn't you run?" Sasporilla asked.
"This bad place." Rathos said. "But Rathos home."
"I can find you a new safe & loving home." Sasporilla said. "If you'll trust me and come with me?"
"Yes." Rathos panted as they climbed aboard Sasporilla's Triumphant 1200x broom. "Hang on tight."
"What your name?" Rathos asked as they lifted off into the air.
"Bucket." Sassy smiled pulling off the wig and nurses cap revealing her natural pink hair beneath. "Sasporilla Bucket."
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