Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Friendship
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 17
It was nearly a month before Sasporilla started feeling more like her old self. She still hadn't written back to Myron Wagtail but intended to do so.
It was an early Monday morning in the kitchens. Sasporilla was still yawning when she walked in.
"Miss Sasporilla." Drooble smiled. "Good, good, good! I was thinking today we could start the final area of your teachings yes!"
"Sure." Sasporilla yawned.
Drooble took Sasporilla by the hand and over to the hearth where a low fire burned.
"This is fire." Drooble said.
"Um yah!" Sasporilla said. "I've seen fire before."
"Oh yes." Drooble said. "We all have but do you know fire?"
Sasporilla looked at it crackling and burning the wood in the hearth. "I know it makes light and warmth. I know it burns."
"Yes!" Drooble laughed triumphantly. "It burns. It eats! Always hungry it eats what it licks as it feeds on the air!"
"It feeds on air?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes!" Drooble said. "Without air fire can not burn."
Sasporilla pulled the air from the hearth. The fire sputtered and died.
"Yes!" Drooble cried. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Air feeds fire. No air smothers fire. Earth smothers fire. Things from earth feed fire. Water smothers fire. Fire turns water to air!"
"It's a giant circle." Sasporilla said. "Everything in nature connects to everything else in some way."
"Do you know why we chose to teach you fire last?" Drooble.
Sasporilla wondered this too. Why wait until the end to learn fire? A small fly flew onto the blackened wood in the hearth and burst into flame. This small spark rekindled the flame and the hearth burned alight.
"I don't know." Sasporilla conceded.
"Water goes where earth allows. Air goes where water is not. Earth holds it all in its palm. Fire is not as easily controlled as it goes where it will."
Sasporilla tried to feel the fire burning before her. She felt its heat, saw its light, but couldn't feel its esance.
"But! With a bit of practice..." Drooble said calling the flame into his hand where it took the form of a baby dragon. "Fire will look to you for control."
Sasporilla held her hand open trying to call the fire to her. It made the leap from Droobles palm to Sasporillas hand where it crashed and burned setting the edges of her robes on fire. Water flew from a basin and splashed on to Sassys robe.
"Fire is far to dangerous to learn inside." Drooble laughed. "Drooble fears Miss Sasporilla would burn down the castle! We will practice outside soon, but today oatmeal."
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It was time to write the letter Sasporilla had been dreading. She almost didn't know what to tell her friend Myron about what had happened that late afternoon on the farm. She chose to simply tell him the whole story, how it made her feel and the damage that it had done. An early morning owl saw the letter fly off to find Myron Wagtail wherever he was now, on tour with the Weird Sisters.
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Sunday morning found Sasporilla out by the Black Lake spinning orbs made of earth, air and water around her as she sat on the grass. The first three elements came easy to her now. Months of practice and an understanding of her connection to the magic of nature had lead her to this place in her life. A place of peace and confidence in her abilities and in herself.
Drooble skipped across the lawn to an invisible tune in his head. Sasporilla smiled. He was such a happy care free little elf. Nothing broke his spirit.
"Good morning Miss Sasporilla." Drooble smiled and waved.
"Good morning Drooble sir." Sassy smiled returning the orbs to their natural states.
She reached out and gave Drooble a big welcoming hug.
"What has Drooble done to earn such an honour as a big hug from young Miss Sasporilla?"
"I have let go of a lot of negative feelings and just want good warm ones to fill the void." Sasporilla smiled.
A small boat drifted ashore at Droobles request. "A our ride is here."
"We need a boat?" Sasporilla asked.
"It is safest to practice fire for the first time in the middle of the lake." Drooble grinned.
Drooble held the boat still for Sasporilla as she climbed in politely thanking him for being such a gallant gentleman.
"Take us to the center of the lake!" Drooble said casting off from shore and hopping aboard. Sassy saw the oars beside her but knew instantly that was NOT what Drooble meant. She took a deep breath and exhaled long and slow. A strong warm wind blew them across the water. Sasporilla shifted the water around the boat to control where they went as the wind blew hard at their backs.
The center of the Black Lake was quiet and calm. There were hundreds of feet of open water on all sides of them. Drooble reached into his pocket and pulled put a strange little silver box.
"A muggle born student gave me this device along time ago." Drooble said. "I've never really had a use for it until today."
Drooble flipped the top of the box open. Inside was a small wheel. He turned the wheel fast with his thumb and a small flame sprung to life.
"So inventive those muggles." Drooble laughed.
Sasporilla listened intently on the quiet lake. In the dancing yellow orange flame she saw a face. Twisted and cross like a new born baby who'd just been slapped. Above sounds of the lake, and past the hiss of the gas from the lighter she heard the flame speak.
"Hungry." The flame said in a small voice.
"Quick Miss Sasporilla", Drooble said, "pick up one strand of the dried grass I left for you on the floor of tge boat, and carefully feed the flame."
Sasporilla did just that. She put the 1 long thin piece of dried flame near what she assumed was the mouth in the face of the flame at it quickly burned it up.
"Num, num, num." The flame said growing just a tad larger. "More. Hungry!"
"Now offer it a small piece of the stick behind you if it will jump to your hand and not burn you." Drooble said.
To Sasporillas surprise the flame accepted the offer. It jumped from the lighter and landed in the palm of her hand. She fed it a small piece of stick that she broke off from a larger one behind her.
"This goes perfectly!" Drooble smiled excited. "Now much like going to the menagerie to get a pet you must see if you have a connection to the flame. See if it is the one you would connect to you. To take care of and feed. To do so gains you control of the flame."
"He is rather cute." Sasporilla said feeding it another small bit of twig. "Would you like to come live with me? We can be friends."
"Yes!" The flame said sinking down into Sasporillas palm. She closed her eyes and when they opened they were as fire. Her hair was alight and flamed in the breeze. She stood and through her hands to the sky crying "The Hunger!"
Flames burst from her hands and spun in ever widen circles. Steaming the water and heading for the trees on shore.
"Miss Sasporilla!" Drooble yelled taking cover under one of the boats seats. "The flame is tied to you and your power now. You must keep contained and controlled other wise it is like a puppy off its leash. It will innocently cause all kind of havoc because it doesn't know any better."
Walls of water sprung up along the shoreline of the lake and quickly spun in ward containing the flames in a tight spiral pillar above the boat. The flame grew taller and taller but the water followed it. Containing it.
"If you keep going above the clouds you'll only find the cold empty airless void." Sasporilla said firmly. "Now if you want to live a good long life and eat and play you'll come back to me now. If you don't I'll push you into space where you'll extinguish and be no more."
The flame retreated to her palm. It looked up at her with its best cute babies been bad smile. She closed her fingers over it and pulled the flame back inside her. Now part of her.
"Remember Miss." Drooble said. "A Flame is like a wild animal tamed. It can live for years with you in peace and harmony then one day it can turn on you. Suddenly. Viciously!"
"I'll remember." Sasporilla said sitting back. "I see why you chose to do this in the middle of the lake."
They pair of them laughed as they headed for shore.
It was nearly a month before Sasporilla started feeling more like her old self. She still hadn't written back to Myron Wagtail but intended to do so.
It was an early Monday morning in the kitchens. Sasporilla was still yawning when she walked in.
"Miss Sasporilla." Drooble smiled. "Good, good, good! I was thinking today we could start the final area of your teachings yes!"
"Sure." Sasporilla yawned.
Drooble took Sasporilla by the hand and over to the hearth where a low fire burned.
"This is fire." Drooble said.
"Um yah!" Sasporilla said. "I've seen fire before."
"Oh yes." Drooble said. "We all have but do you know fire?"
Sasporilla looked at it crackling and burning the wood in the hearth. "I know it makes light and warmth. I know it burns."
"Yes!" Drooble laughed triumphantly. "It burns. It eats! Always hungry it eats what it licks as it feeds on the air!"
"It feeds on air?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes!" Drooble said. "Without air fire can not burn."
Sasporilla pulled the air from the hearth. The fire sputtered and died.
"Yes!" Drooble cried. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Air feeds fire. No air smothers fire. Earth smothers fire. Things from earth feed fire. Water smothers fire. Fire turns water to air!"
"It's a giant circle." Sasporilla said. "Everything in nature connects to everything else in some way."
"Do you know why we chose to teach you fire last?" Drooble.
Sasporilla wondered this too. Why wait until the end to learn fire? A small fly flew onto the blackened wood in the hearth and burst into flame. This small spark rekindled the flame and the hearth burned alight.
"I don't know." Sasporilla conceded.
"Water goes where earth allows. Air goes where water is not. Earth holds it all in its palm. Fire is not as easily controlled as it goes where it will."
Sasporilla tried to feel the fire burning before her. She felt its heat, saw its light, but couldn't feel its esance.
"But! With a bit of practice..." Drooble said calling the flame into his hand where it took the form of a baby dragon. "Fire will look to you for control."
Sasporilla held her hand open trying to call the fire to her. It made the leap from Droobles palm to Sasporillas hand where it crashed and burned setting the edges of her robes on fire. Water flew from a basin and splashed on to Sassys robe.
"Fire is far to dangerous to learn inside." Drooble laughed. "Drooble fears Miss Sasporilla would burn down the castle! We will practice outside soon, but today oatmeal."
***************************
It was time to write the letter Sasporilla had been dreading. She almost didn't know what to tell her friend Myron about what had happened that late afternoon on the farm. She chose to simply tell him the whole story, how it made her feel and the damage that it had done. An early morning owl saw the letter fly off to find Myron Wagtail wherever he was now, on tour with the Weird Sisters.
*************************
Sunday morning found Sasporilla out by the Black Lake spinning orbs made of earth, air and water around her as she sat on the grass. The first three elements came easy to her now. Months of practice and an understanding of her connection to the magic of nature had lead her to this place in her life. A place of peace and confidence in her abilities and in herself.
Drooble skipped across the lawn to an invisible tune in his head. Sasporilla smiled. He was such a happy care free little elf. Nothing broke his spirit.
"Good morning Miss Sasporilla." Drooble smiled and waved.
"Good morning Drooble sir." Sassy smiled returning the orbs to their natural states.
She reached out and gave Drooble a big welcoming hug.
"What has Drooble done to earn such an honour as a big hug from young Miss Sasporilla?"
"I have let go of a lot of negative feelings and just want good warm ones to fill the void." Sasporilla smiled.
A small boat drifted ashore at Droobles request. "A our ride is here."
"We need a boat?" Sasporilla asked.
"It is safest to practice fire for the first time in the middle of the lake." Drooble grinned.
Drooble held the boat still for Sasporilla as she climbed in politely thanking him for being such a gallant gentleman.
"Take us to the center of the lake!" Drooble said casting off from shore and hopping aboard. Sassy saw the oars beside her but knew instantly that was NOT what Drooble meant. She took a deep breath and exhaled long and slow. A strong warm wind blew them across the water. Sasporilla shifted the water around the boat to control where they went as the wind blew hard at their backs.
The center of the Black Lake was quiet and calm. There were hundreds of feet of open water on all sides of them. Drooble reached into his pocket and pulled put a strange little silver box.
"A muggle born student gave me this device along time ago." Drooble said. "I've never really had a use for it until today."
Drooble flipped the top of the box open. Inside was a small wheel. He turned the wheel fast with his thumb and a small flame sprung to life.
"So inventive those muggles." Drooble laughed.
Sasporilla listened intently on the quiet lake. In the dancing yellow orange flame she saw a face. Twisted and cross like a new born baby who'd just been slapped. Above sounds of the lake, and past the hiss of the gas from the lighter she heard the flame speak.
"Hungry." The flame said in a small voice.
"Quick Miss Sasporilla", Drooble said, "pick up one strand of the dried grass I left for you on the floor of tge boat, and carefully feed the flame."
Sasporilla did just that. She put the 1 long thin piece of dried flame near what she assumed was the mouth in the face of the flame at it quickly burned it up.
"Num, num, num." The flame said growing just a tad larger. "More. Hungry!"
"Now offer it a small piece of the stick behind you if it will jump to your hand and not burn you." Drooble said.
To Sasporillas surprise the flame accepted the offer. It jumped from the lighter and landed in the palm of her hand. She fed it a small piece of stick that she broke off from a larger one behind her.
"This goes perfectly!" Drooble smiled excited. "Now much like going to the menagerie to get a pet you must see if you have a connection to the flame. See if it is the one you would connect to you. To take care of and feed. To do so gains you control of the flame."
"He is rather cute." Sasporilla said feeding it another small bit of twig. "Would you like to come live with me? We can be friends."
"Yes!" The flame said sinking down into Sasporillas palm. She closed her eyes and when they opened they were as fire. Her hair was alight and flamed in the breeze. She stood and through her hands to the sky crying "The Hunger!"
Flames burst from her hands and spun in ever widen circles. Steaming the water and heading for the trees on shore.
"Miss Sasporilla!" Drooble yelled taking cover under one of the boats seats. "The flame is tied to you and your power now. You must keep contained and controlled other wise it is like a puppy off its leash. It will innocently cause all kind of havoc because it doesn't know any better."
Walls of water sprung up along the shoreline of the lake and quickly spun in ward containing the flames in a tight spiral pillar above the boat. The flame grew taller and taller but the water followed it. Containing it.
"If you keep going above the clouds you'll only find the cold empty airless void." Sasporilla said firmly. "Now if you want to live a good long life and eat and play you'll come back to me now. If you don't I'll push you into space where you'll extinguish and be no more."
The flame retreated to her palm. It looked up at her with its best cute babies been bad smile. She closed her fingers over it and pulled the flame back inside her. Now part of her.
"Remember Miss." Drooble said. "A Flame is like a wild animal tamed. It can live for years with you in peace and harmony then one day it can turn on you. Suddenly. Viciously!"
"I'll remember." Sasporilla said sitting back. "I see why you chose to do this in the middle of the lake."
They pair of them laughed as they headed for shore.
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, 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.