Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Friendship
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 16
The headline story of the Daily Prophet brought a smile to Wysteria Buckets face. Though nothing had made Sasporilla smile in days.
Daily Prophet Sunday April 18, 1995
Green Dejour
Model Heather Dejour has developed a condition known as Hamilton Syndrome. The rare disease, once believed to be caused by a fairy curse, causes the skin of the inflicted witch to turn green and form small warts on the nose and face.
It had started off so well but had turned into the most deplorable of Easter Breaks.
Sasporilla finished packing the last of her freshly laundered clothes. Sassy readied Gooseberrys house for the trip and let her up onto her shoulder. She had put on her robes to save time in changing once she got back to Hogwarts. Wysteria looked at her daughter who was clearly still down over what had happened on Myron Wagtails farm.
"Sweetheart." Wysteria said walking over and hugging her daughter. "I know what was said hurts but it wasn't your friend that said it."
"I know." Sassy said pulling away inconsolable. "I'm ready to head back to school now."
Sasporilla and her mother used flue powder to travel to Kings Cross station. They passed quietly through the barrier onto platform 9 and 3/4. The Hogwarts express sat waiting as students climbed aboard. Sassy hugged her mom goodbye and stepped on board. She looked for an empty compartment, slid the door open and stepped inside. She stowed her carry bag and sat down. Gooseberry hugged Sasporillas arm and looked up at her adoringly. How the little monkey loved her person.
Sassy reached into her robe and pulled out a letter from Myron.
My dearest Sasporilla;
I am so sorry for what happened to you at the farm. I don't know exactly what was said to you but I know it was something unforgivably horrible.
I do not think of you or your mother as leeches. You are not a charity case to me I only think of you fondly as a friend. In some ways I think of you as a little sister. I didn't mean for the gift of the guitar be used against you. To belittle you or make you feel anything but happy. I'll respect your wishes and not send the guitar back to you. Know that I'll keep it for you and hope that one day you'll come for it.
I also wanted to tell you that I broke off my relationship with Heather and threw her and her bunch out of the house. I could put up with her vanity and superficial charms but I won't stand for her attacking an innocent girl. I detest that kind of toxic negativity around me which is one reason I like to get away from the lads in the band sometimes. You've seen first hand what jerks they can be.
You take care and write back when you're less mad at me. I know it's not my fault but she was my girl friend in my home and therefore an extension of me. So I am sorry.
Give my love to your mum and Miss Daisy.
Myron
The door to the compartment slid open. "There you are." Lyra said jumping in and landing on the seat besid Sasporilla. Lyra was tanned and all smiles. "Have a good Easter break kiddo?"
Sasporilla could only sit there and cry, as the Hogwarts Express pulled out of the station, on its long journey north back to school.
The headline story of the Daily Prophet brought a smile to Wysteria Buckets face. Though nothing had made Sasporilla smile in days.
Daily Prophet Sunday April 18, 1995
Green Dejour
Model Heather Dejour has developed a condition known as Hamilton Syndrome. The rare disease, once believed to be caused by a fairy curse, causes the skin of the inflicted witch to turn green and form small warts on the nose and face.
It had started off so well but had turned into the most deplorable of Easter Breaks.
Sasporilla finished packing the last of her freshly laundered clothes. Sassy readied Gooseberrys house for the trip and let her up onto her shoulder. She had put on her robes to save time in changing once she got back to Hogwarts. Wysteria looked at her daughter who was clearly still down over what had happened on Myron Wagtails farm.
"Sweetheart." Wysteria said walking over and hugging her daughter. "I know what was said hurts but it wasn't your friend that said it."
"I know." Sassy said pulling away inconsolable. "I'm ready to head back to school now."
Sasporilla and her mother used flue powder to travel to Kings Cross station. They passed quietly through the barrier onto platform 9 and 3/4. The Hogwarts express sat waiting as students climbed aboard. Sassy hugged her mom goodbye and stepped on board. She looked for an empty compartment, slid the door open and stepped inside. She stowed her carry bag and sat down. Gooseberry hugged Sasporillas arm and looked up at her adoringly. How the little monkey loved her person.
Sassy reached into her robe and pulled out a letter from Myron.
My dearest Sasporilla;
I am so sorry for what happened to you at the farm. I don't know exactly what was said to you but I know it was something unforgivably horrible.
I do not think of you or your mother as leeches. You are not a charity case to me I only think of you fondly as a friend. In some ways I think of you as a little sister. I didn't mean for the gift of the guitar be used against you. To belittle you or make you feel anything but happy. I'll respect your wishes and not send the guitar back to you. Know that I'll keep it for you and hope that one day you'll come for it.
I also wanted to tell you that I broke off my relationship with Heather and threw her and her bunch out of the house. I could put up with her vanity and superficial charms but I won't stand for her attacking an innocent girl. I detest that kind of toxic negativity around me which is one reason I like to get away from the lads in the band sometimes. You've seen first hand what jerks they can be.
You take care and write back when you're less mad at me. I know it's not my fault but she was my girl friend in my home and therefore an extension of me. So I am sorry.
Give my love to your mum and Miss Daisy.
Myron
The door to the compartment slid open. "There you are." Lyra said jumping in and landing on the seat besid Sasporilla. Lyra was tanned and all smiles. "Have a good Easter break kiddo?"
Sasporilla could only sit there and cry, as the Hogwarts Express pulled out of the station, on its long journey north back to school.
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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.