Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Friendship
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 12
Lyra ran through the halls of Hogwarts excitedly looking for her best friend. She bounced off walls and dodged on coming students until she found Sasporilla just about to go into Defence Against the Dark Arts.
"Not today." Lyra said to Sassy pulling her in the opposite Direction.
"What's going on?" Sasporilla asked surprised.
"I found something that I just had to show you!" Lyra said spiriting her away down the hall. Three lefts and a right. Up a back set of stairs past a portrait of a woman in green then down another corridor to a solid wall.
Lyra put her hand on the solid brick and patted it proudly.
"Right here." Lyra smiled.
"Very nice." Sasporilla said sarcastically. "Best wall in the castle, but now you've made me late for class."
"You're not going to class." Lyra said as a door formed in the wall. "You're playing hooky with me."
Inside the gigantic room were piles and piles of junk thrown in over centuries and forgotten about.
"I was looking for my disc-man." Lyra said. "Snape took it off me for listening to tunes in class. So one day i'm looking up this hall and boom I find this door. I step in and there's my disc-man on a table still paused on "I fought the law and I won."
"Amazing." Sasporilla said looking around. "Imagine how much good some of these things could be to poor family in need. Rather than piled in here like a huge fire hazard."
Lyra pulled Sasporilla by the sleeve of her robes over to the side of a creepy looking black wardrobe cabinet.
"You brought me here to play dress up from grand mothers old wardrobe in the attic?" Sasporilla laughed. "Honestly Lyra I'm late for class."
Lyra opened the door to the cabinet, stepped inside, waved and shut the door. Sasporilla stood there for a moment with her arms folded waiting for her friend to pop out of the cabinet but she never did. Sasporilla walked over to the cabinet exasperated with her friends shenanigans and through open the door. Lyra was not inside. Just a note reading "Sassy, step in and shut the door."
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Alister Moody stood at the front of the Defence against the dark arts class writing the word 'Curses' on the chalk board. His eye twitched and swiveled. He turned to face the class and looked at the empty spot at the desk 1 over and 2 rows down.
"Where's the Bucket girl." Mad-eye Moody asked gruffly. "Don't tell me she nearly drowned again?"
"No sir." Yeroslaw Joriganson said. "She was in line coming to class but I saw Lyra whisk her away."
"Ashwolf." Professor Moody growled.
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Sasporilla stepped inside and closed the door. She heard the light tinkle of a bell. She waited but nothing happened. She opened the door prepared to go back late for class. Whatever game this was Lyra was playing Sassy was not amused.
As she stepped out and shut the door she realised she was no longer in the room full of old things but rather someone's front hallway. The hall smelled dusty and dank. An old house elf carried a small tray of tea and cakes into a room off the hall. Sasporilla looked in. There sat Lyra in a big old stuffed chair across from a very old man. Who looked up at Sasporilla.
"Ah!" The old man said. "Is that your friend now dear?"
Lyra turned and saw Sassy. She jumped to her feet and ran across to give her a hug. "Just go along with what I say." Lyra whispered.
"Yes this is my friend Jenny." Lyra said. "We are just popping out to see a film then we'll be back in time for tea grandfather."
"Very good." The old man said having a sip of tea. "You girls have fun."
Lyra pulled Sasporilla down the hall and out the front door. Sassy had to take it in a moment, but they were standing in London!
"How is this possible?" Sasporilla asked.
"Best as I can figure out that is a pair of vanishing cabinets that are coupled together." Lyra laughed. "And we know where they are. We can get away into the city when ever we want and no one will ever know it!"
"It's lucky your grandfather has the other one." Sasporilla smiled.
"Oh he's not my grandfather." Lyra laughed. "Just some lonely dottering old coot who thinks I'm his grandkid."
"Lyra really!?!" Sasporilla exclaimed. "That's despicable!"
"Na it's ok." Lyra said. "He's old and lonely and I pop in and have tea with him and talk. In trade I use his cabinet. Its win win. Come on!"
Lyra took Sassy by the hand and the pair ran off down the street. Turning a corner Sasporilla realised they were in a very posh shopping district. Lyra reached into her bag and pulled out a small plastic card. "Feel like doing some shopping?"
The girls tried on outfits and fancy dresses, jewellery and tiaras all afternoon but bought nothing. Lyra saw that Sassy felt very out of place in designer shops and boutiques. The pair headed into Marks and Spencer's where they looked around at fashions Sasporilla was more accustomed to.
In the lobby was another cabinet with a curtain for a door.
"Oh ya!" Lyra yelled and pulled her friend inside.
"What is this?" Sasporilla asked looking around.
"It's a photo booth." Lyra said. "Look straight ahead."
A blast of light flashed in their faces.
"Ouch what was that?" Sasporilla asked rubbing her eyes.
"Just the flash Sassy." Lyra laughed. "Make a funny face."
Sasporillas expression was meant to be one of displeasure and disbelief but apparently it was just what Lyra was looking for as the next flash went off. "Perfect."
Lyra crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. Sasporilla burst into laughter.
The pictures took a moment to develop but eventually slid out. Lyra ripped them in half 2 for her and 2 for Sasporilla. A commemorative souvenir of there day away from Hogwarts.
When they returned to the house with vanishing cabinet all was quiet except for the sound of an old victrola playing in the living room.
"Grandfather?" Lyra called.
There was no answer. The girls walked down the hall to the living room where the old man usually sat. He was slumped down in his chair. His faithful old house elf beside him curled up on the automan. Lyra went in to say goodnight but as she gently kissed the old man on the cheek she realised he was cold. She felt his pulse and that of the house elf.
"They've passed on." Lyra said a little saddened.
Lyra rang 999 anonymously from the home phone and the 2 girls used the vanishing cabinet to get back to Hogwarts.
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As the girls silently left the room and walked down the hall two big hands grabbed them by the shoulders and spun them around.
"Where have you been?" Mad-eye Moody questioned them aggressively.
"No where." Lyra lied. "We've been here the whole time."
"Don't lie to me girl." Professor Moody growled harshly shaking her by the arm.
"Hey hands off Mongo." Lyra yelled. "Your hurting me."
Moody let the girl go but turned and looked Sasporilla in the eye. His tongue shot in and out of his mouth like a snake. He often did this when angry or excited.
"What do you have to say Miss Bucket?"
Lyra shook her head at her, begging her friend not to crack.
"I'm sorry sir." Sasporilla said walking back to the wall where the door appeared. "We were in there."
Mad-eye looked at the wall for a second and chuckled. The door to the room appeared. Mad-eye opened it and saw the room piled high with things.
"The room of requirement." Mad-eye said. "You were looking for something?"
"My disc-man" Lyra said holding it up.
"Muggle tat." Mad-eye humphed. "I don't care about it, who took it from you or if you take it back. But I don't want you girls coming back to this room again."
"Yes sir." Sasporilla said.
Mad-eyes face started to sag. Lyra noticed it first. His eye strap grew loose.
"Sir?" Sasporilla asked. "What's wrong with your face?"
Mad-eye felt at his face. He could feel it shifting and changing. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his small metal flask. He popped the top and took a swig. It always made him shiver as the funky elixir ran down his throat.
Lyra pulled Sasporilla behind her and drew her wand. "Who are you?"
Mad-eye Moody looked at the girls a sneered with hate. "I'm professor Moody of course."
"I don't believe you." Lyra said raising her wand. "I know the effects of polyjuice potion when I see it."
Moody raised his staff and slammed it on the hall floor yellig 'OBLIVIATE.'
Both girls fell to the floor unconscious. When they awoke they were in their beds. Each had the pictures from the photo booth with no memory of having them taken.
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Daily Prophet March 3, 1995
Founder of the Daily Prophet Robert Galbraith Dies at 106.
Robert Galbraith, founder of The Daily Prophet passed quietly in his home of natural causes yesterday. He left his vast fortune to his granddaughter Joanne who was the only one who ever visited him.
Lyra ran through the halls of Hogwarts excitedly looking for her best friend. She bounced off walls and dodged on coming students until she found Sasporilla just about to go into Defence Against the Dark Arts.
"Not today." Lyra said to Sassy pulling her in the opposite Direction.
"What's going on?" Sasporilla asked surprised.
"I found something that I just had to show you!" Lyra said spiriting her away down the hall. Three lefts and a right. Up a back set of stairs past a portrait of a woman in green then down another corridor to a solid wall.
Lyra put her hand on the solid brick and patted it proudly.
"Right here." Lyra smiled.
"Very nice." Sasporilla said sarcastically. "Best wall in the castle, but now you've made me late for class."
"You're not going to class." Lyra said as a door formed in the wall. "You're playing hooky with me."
Inside the gigantic room were piles and piles of junk thrown in over centuries and forgotten about.
"I was looking for my disc-man." Lyra said. "Snape took it off me for listening to tunes in class. So one day i'm looking up this hall and boom I find this door. I step in and there's my disc-man on a table still paused on "I fought the law and I won."
"Amazing." Sasporilla said looking around. "Imagine how much good some of these things could be to poor family in need. Rather than piled in here like a huge fire hazard."
Lyra pulled Sasporilla by the sleeve of her robes over to the side of a creepy looking black wardrobe cabinet.
"You brought me here to play dress up from grand mothers old wardrobe in the attic?" Sasporilla laughed. "Honestly Lyra I'm late for class."
Lyra opened the door to the cabinet, stepped inside, waved and shut the door. Sasporilla stood there for a moment with her arms folded waiting for her friend to pop out of the cabinet but she never did. Sasporilla walked over to the cabinet exasperated with her friends shenanigans and through open the door. Lyra was not inside. Just a note reading "Sassy, step in and shut the door."
***************
Alister Moody stood at the front of the Defence against the dark arts class writing the word 'Curses' on the chalk board. His eye twitched and swiveled. He turned to face the class and looked at the empty spot at the desk 1 over and 2 rows down.
"Where's the Bucket girl." Mad-eye Moody asked gruffly. "Don't tell me she nearly drowned again?"
"No sir." Yeroslaw Joriganson said. "She was in line coming to class but I saw Lyra whisk her away."
"Ashwolf." Professor Moody growled.
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Sasporilla stepped inside and closed the door. She heard the light tinkle of a bell. She waited but nothing happened. She opened the door prepared to go back late for class. Whatever game this was Lyra was playing Sassy was not amused.
As she stepped out and shut the door she realised she was no longer in the room full of old things but rather someone's front hallway. The hall smelled dusty and dank. An old house elf carried a small tray of tea and cakes into a room off the hall. Sasporilla looked in. There sat Lyra in a big old stuffed chair across from a very old man. Who looked up at Sasporilla.
"Ah!" The old man said. "Is that your friend now dear?"
Lyra turned and saw Sassy. She jumped to her feet and ran across to give her a hug. "Just go along with what I say." Lyra whispered.
"Yes this is my friend Jenny." Lyra said. "We are just popping out to see a film then we'll be back in time for tea grandfather."
"Very good." The old man said having a sip of tea. "You girls have fun."
Lyra pulled Sasporilla down the hall and out the front door. Sassy had to take it in a moment, but they were standing in London!
"How is this possible?" Sasporilla asked.
"Best as I can figure out that is a pair of vanishing cabinets that are coupled together." Lyra laughed. "And we know where they are. We can get away into the city when ever we want and no one will ever know it!"
"It's lucky your grandfather has the other one." Sasporilla smiled.
"Oh he's not my grandfather." Lyra laughed. "Just some lonely dottering old coot who thinks I'm his grandkid."
"Lyra really!?!" Sasporilla exclaimed. "That's despicable!"
"Na it's ok." Lyra said. "He's old and lonely and I pop in and have tea with him and talk. In trade I use his cabinet. Its win win. Come on!"
Lyra took Sassy by the hand and the pair ran off down the street. Turning a corner Sasporilla realised they were in a very posh shopping district. Lyra reached into her bag and pulled out a small plastic card. "Feel like doing some shopping?"
The girls tried on outfits and fancy dresses, jewellery and tiaras all afternoon but bought nothing. Lyra saw that Sassy felt very out of place in designer shops and boutiques. The pair headed into Marks and Spencer's where they looked around at fashions Sasporilla was more accustomed to.
In the lobby was another cabinet with a curtain for a door.
"Oh ya!" Lyra yelled and pulled her friend inside.
"What is this?" Sasporilla asked looking around.
"It's a photo booth." Lyra said. "Look straight ahead."
A blast of light flashed in their faces.
"Ouch what was that?" Sasporilla asked rubbing her eyes.
"Just the flash Sassy." Lyra laughed. "Make a funny face."
Sasporillas expression was meant to be one of displeasure and disbelief but apparently it was just what Lyra was looking for as the next flash went off. "Perfect."
Lyra crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. Sasporilla burst into laughter.
The pictures took a moment to develop but eventually slid out. Lyra ripped them in half 2 for her and 2 for Sasporilla. A commemorative souvenir of there day away from Hogwarts.
When they returned to the house with vanishing cabinet all was quiet except for the sound of an old victrola playing in the living room.
"Grandfather?" Lyra called.
There was no answer. The girls walked down the hall to the living room where the old man usually sat. He was slumped down in his chair. His faithful old house elf beside him curled up on the automan. Lyra went in to say goodnight but as she gently kissed the old man on the cheek she realised he was cold. She felt his pulse and that of the house elf.
"They've passed on." Lyra said a little saddened.
Lyra rang 999 anonymously from the home phone and the 2 girls used the vanishing cabinet to get back to Hogwarts.
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As the girls silently left the room and walked down the hall two big hands grabbed them by the shoulders and spun them around.
"Where have you been?" Mad-eye Moody questioned them aggressively.
"No where." Lyra lied. "We've been here the whole time."
"Don't lie to me girl." Professor Moody growled harshly shaking her by the arm.
"Hey hands off Mongo." Lyra yelled. "Your hurting me."
Moody let the girl go but turned and looked Sasporilla in the eye. His tongue shot in and out of his mouth like a snake. He often did this when angry or excited.
"What do you have to say Miss Bucket?"
Lyra shook her head at her, begging her friend not to crack.
"I'm sorry sir." Sasporilla said walking back to the wall where the door appeared. "We were in there."
Mad-eye looked at the wall for a second and chuckled. The door to the room appeared. Mad-eye opened it and saw the room piled high with things.
"The room of requirement." Mad-eye said. "You were looking for something?"
"My disc-man" Lyra said holding it up.
"Muggle tat." Mad-eye humphed. "I don't care about it, who took it from you or if you take it back. But I don't want you girls coming back to this room again."
"Yes sir." Sasporilla said.
Mad-eyes face started to sag. Lyra noticed it first. His eye strap grew loose.
"Sir?" Sasporilla asked. "What's wrong with your face?"
Mad-eye felt at his face. He could feel it shifting and changing. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his small metal flask. He popped the top and took a swig. It always made him shiver as the funky elixir ran down his throat.
Lyra pulled Sasporilla behind her and drew her wand. "Who are you?"
Mad-eye Moody looked at the girls a sneered with hate. "I'm professor Moody of course."
"I don't believe you." Lyra said raising her wand. "I know the effects of polyjuice potion when I see it."
Moody raised his staff and slammed it on the hall floor yellig 'OBLIVIATE.'
Both girls fell to the floor unconscious. When they awoke they were in their beds. Each had the pictures from the photo booth with no memory of having them taken.
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Daily Prophet March 3, 1995
Founder of the Daily Prophet Robert Galbraith Dies at 106.
Robert Galbraith, founder of The Daily Prophet passed quietly in his home of natural causes yesterday. He left his vast fortune to his granddaughter Joanne who was the only one who ever visited him.
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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.