Dead Hateful Eyes
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Deep within the cellars of Saint Mungos were the cells where dangerous psychiatric patients were held. A young man dressed in a blue jumpsuit, his hands and feet shackled and forced to wear a leather muzzle was lead into a hearing room on the first floor. His shackles were attached to a locking ring in front of his seat.
A small group of people sat in the gallery to observe the proceedings. The parents of the young man sat trying to remain prim and proper. Others were assumed to be the usual group of witches and wizards who studied the medical arts.
Three old witches walked into the room and took seats behind raised judging benches at the front of the room. A quill sprung to life and hovered prepared to take a verbatim transcript of the events.
"I call together this tribunal of the Saint Mungos psychiatric board to determine the stability and moral competence of William Percival Bombaduck." The oldest witch at the center of the judges said. "I call Dr.James Caius."
An older man in white robes walked into the hearing room. Billy Bombaduck seemed agitated by the mans appearance despite a calming spell cast upon him.
"State your name?" The tribunal asked.
"Dr.James Caius; PsyaD specializing in clinical assessment and treatment of violent youth."
"Thank you Doctor." One of the tribunal witches said. "As we have read your files on Master Bumbaduck and have taken into account the external, social and familial influences upon him. We ask that you read your recommendation to the tribunal into the record."
Dr.Caius opened a note book and put on his glasses. "The patient, William Percival Bombaduck, exhibits extreme violent tendencies. He has committed no less than three dozen violent acts since being admitted to Saint Mungos, including destruction of property and violent assault on staff."
Billy laughed sadistically as the doctor continued.
"After several months of observation and intense therapy my team and I have concluded that Willam Bombaduck is a violent sociopath that suffers from bursts of psychotic rage disorder. He has been 100% unresponsive to conventional medical and magical courses of therapy. It is my recommendation that William Bombaduck be remanded in medical detention until a cure is found or until he is twenty five years of age when at a which time he, if found to be incurable, will be moved to Azkaban prison where he may no longer harm people."
"I'll kill you!" Billy Bombaduck screamed trying to stand, fighting the restraints of his chains.
"Taking into consideration the recommendations of our esteemed colleague, and the evidence of medical files before us, the tribunal asks if there is anyone from the family that may have anything to ad?"
A small man in long black robes stood up at the side of the Bombaduck family holding up thin scroll. "My name is J.K.Garland of Garland, Kelpie and Freeman Barristers and Solicitors. I am representing the Bombaduck family in this matter and am authorized to speek on their behalf."
"Approach." The members of the tribunal commanded. Garland walked to the tribunals bench and handed them his authorization from the family to speak on their behalf. "You may speak."
"The esteemed Mayor of Avonshire and his darling wife are mortified at the aberrant behavior of their only child. Behavior they can not condone nor begin to understand. They haven't the ability, the facility, nor the desire to deal with him in their lives. They beg the tribunal to remand him in the custody of Saint Mungos for his own good and the good of the family."
Billy Bombaduck fought the chains until the locking ring snapped. He turned and looked at his parents with dead hateful eyes.
"Petrificus Totalus" caused Billy to stiffen and fall. The head of the tribunal set her wand back down on the bench and sat.
"The tribunal has seen, nor heard anything here today, to change our minds." The head tribunal witch said. "We accept the recommendations that William Percival Bombaduck be remanded in the care of Saint Mungos psychiatric facility."
Billy Bombaduck was returned to his room where he was stretched out on his bed, still stiff as a board, or at least that's what the interns thought.
Jose the smaller of the two interns wasn't prepared for the boy when he reached out and took the mans wand.
"Avada Kedavra." Billy Bombaduck yelled killing the intern and turning on his partner. In a blast of green light the other intern fell dead. The cell door was left wide open and Billy Bombaduck walked out armed and dangerous.
Billy took clothing from the first corpse in his way that was close to his size. He had grown quite a bit since he was first admitted to Saint Mungos. Anyone who raised a wand or tried to restrain him fell to the ground dead. He had little use for other spells when the killing curse solved most problems.
He found the witches of the tribunal in the lobby speaking with his traitorous parents. Billy Bombaduck killed them all then set their corpses alight. He laughed gleeful as he danced around their burning bodies spitting profanities.
It was with savage fury that Billy Bombaduck killed with impunity in the lobby of Saint Mungos that day and in an instant disappeared into the crowds on the streets of London
A small group of people sat in the gallery to observe the proceedings. The parents of the young man sat trying to remain prim and proper. Others were assumed to be the usual group of witches and wizards who studied the medical arts.
Three old witches walked into the room and took seats behind raised judging benches at the front of the room. A quill sprung to life and hovered prepared to take a verbatim transcript of the events.
"I call together this tribunal of the Saint Mungos psychiatric board to determine the stability and moral competence of William Percival Bombaduck." The oldest witch at the center of the judges said. "I call Dr.James Caius."
An older man in white robes walked into the hearing room. Billy Bombaduck seemed agitated by the mans appearance despite a calming spell cast upon him.
"State your name?" The tribunal asked.
"Dr.James Caius; PsyaD specializing in clinical assessment and treatment of violent youth."
"Thank you Doctor." One of the tribunal witches said. "As we have read your files on Master Bumbaduck and have taken into account the external, social and familial influences upon him. We ask that you read your recommendation to the tribunal into the record."
Dr.Caius opened a note book and put on his glasses. "The patient, William Percival Bombaduck, exhibits extreme violent tendencies. He has committed no less than three dozen violent acts since being admitted to Saint Mungos, including destruction of property and violent assault on staff."
Billy laughed sadistically as the doctor continued.
"After several months of observation and intense therapy my team and I have concluded that Willam Bombaduck is a violent sociopath that suffers from bursts of psychotic rage disorder. He has been 100% unresponsive to conventional medical and magical courses of therapy. It is my recommendation that William Bombaduck be remanded in medical detention until a cure is found or until he is twenty five years of age when at a which time he, if found to be incurable, will be moved to Azkaban prison where he may no longer harm people."
"I'll kill you!" Billy Bombaduck screamed trying to stand, fighting the restraints of his chains.
"Taking into consideration the recommendations of our esteemed colleague, and the evidence of medical files before us, the tribunal asks if there is anyone from the family that may have anything to ad?"
A small man in long black robes stood up at the side of the Bombaduck family holding up thin scroll. "My name is J.K.Garland of Garland, Kelpie and Freeman Barristers and Solicitors. I am representing the Bombaduck family in this matter and am authorized to speek on their behalf."
"Approach." The members of the tribunal commanded. Garland walked to the tribunals bench and handed them his authorization from the family to speak on their behalf. "You may speak."
"The esteemed Mayor of Avonshire and his darling wife are mortified at the aberrant behavior of their only child. Behavior they can not condone nor begin to understand. They haven't the ability, the facility, nor the desire to deal with him in their lives. They beg the tribunal to remand him in the custody of Saint Mungos for his own good and the good of the family."
Billy Bombaduck fought the chains until the locking ring snapped. He turned and looked at his parents with dead hateful eyes.
"Petrificus Totalus" caused Billy to stiffen and fall. The head of the tribunal set her wand back down on the bench and sat.
"The tribunal has seen, nor heard anything here today, to change our minds." The head tribunal witch said. "We accept the recommendations that William Percival Bombaduck be remanded in the care of Saint Mungos psychiatric facility."
Billy Bombaduck was returned to his room where he was stretched out on his bed, still stiff as a board, or at least that's what the interns thought.
Jose the smaller of the two interns wasn't prepared for the boy when he reached out and took the mans wand.
"Avada Kedavra." Billy Bombaduck yelled killing the intern and turning on his partner. In a blast of green light the other intern fell dead. The cell door was left wide open and Billy Bombaduck walked out armed and dangerous.
Billy took clothing from the first corpse in his way that was close to his size. He had grown quite a bit since he was first admitted to Saint Mungos. Anyone who raised a wand or tried to restrain him fell to the ground dead. He had little use for other spells when the killing curse solved most problems.
He found the witches of the tribunal in the lobby speaking with his traitorous parents. Billy Bombaduck killed them all then set their corpses alight. He laughed gleeful as he danced around their burning bodies spitting profanities.
It was with savage fury that Billy Bombaduck killed with impunity in the lobby of Saint Mungos that day and in an instant disappeared into the crowds on the streets of London
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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.