Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Friendship
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 5
Lyra Lee-Ashwolf was a Princess raised in the house of Corporate Royalty in America. Her father the CEO of ASHWOLF inc. She grew up very, very rich. What the poor people called one of the 1%. Her parents found it mildly amusing how the have-nots whined about the haves who worked so hard for what they had. Lyra saw it for what it was. The 1% moniker was a well deserved insult. A black mark on the corporate pharos who enslaved the poor in debt. A cry for justice by the taken from against those who took their jobs, their money, their rights and their freedoms. Though she had been raised and groomed from birth to take on the job of head of her fathers company, Lyra had other ideas. This became very evident when she became socio-politically aware and active in any cause she could sink her teeth into. She was marching in protests at age 10. Civilly disobedient at every turn. A disappointment to her parents who hoped to breed the perfect accessory to their perfect lives.
She had always thrown tantrums. What child didn't? But when on the day before her 11th birthday, while arguing with her parents about not wanting a huge party but rather donating the cost to a local homeless shelter, her anger got the better of her and manifested in a sea of flame which singed many priceless works of art procured for her parents by the usual dubious channels. They were lucky not to be burned alive.
Her parents tried to dismiss the incident as a burst gas pipe and coincidental timing, after all they were muggles, but the first letter from Ilvermorny school of witch craft and wizardry proved them wrong.
Lyra enjoyed being a witch and she loved to learn. She also loved to piss her parents off. The cost of Witch craft schools was excessively high for the very rich muggle. Less so for the poor and middle class families. Every time Lyra was kicked out of a school it cost her parents a kings ransom to put her in another. She liked attacking them financially. It was the only punishment the rich truly understood. So Lyra Lee-Ashwolf flaunted and broke every rule, law and regulation she deemed unfair and unjust at every turn she took. It was a blast.
Lyra showed up to potions class late, as usual, but today she was wearing normal street clothes rather than her school uniform and robes.
"Miss Lee-Ashwolf." Professor Snape. "Said with a severe tone. "Where are your robes?"
"I've decided not where them." Lyra said throwing her books on her desk and sitting in her seat. "In protest of the house elf enslavement."
Professor Snape, some what accustomed to the young witches shenanigans, walked over and stood before her desk. "Girl do not test my patience. GO AND PUT ON YOUR ROBES!"
"No!" Lyra yelled standing up on her desk and looking around at her peers as she began to strip off her clothes. "In fact perhaps I'll take mine off. Everyone should cast off our clothes for aren't they just the true symbols of our enslavement by societies rules. We will not be controlled. Today I cast off my chains and stand before you a free woman."
Professor Snape was outraged. "Put on your clothes!" He ordered. "Avert your eyes!"
The boys wouldn't look away as Lyra stood there in her birthday suit. Though they covered their eyes, some girls peeked.
With a wave of professor Snapes wand the classroom spun and Lyra found herself clothed & sitting before the Headmaster.
"Ah Miss Lee-Ashwolf", Professor Dumbledor smiled. "I've been expecting you."
Lyra sat there with her arms folded defiantly as Professor Dumbledor held out a small bowl of lemon candies. "Would you like one?"
Lyra spit into the bowl.
"No then." Professor Dumbledor sighed. "Well let me express for you my admiration for your conviction to the cause of freeing the house elf. Though I can't say approve of your methods."
This caught Lyras attention. No adult had ever said they agreed with any of her causes. Especially one who held any sort of authority.
"Oh yes." Professor Dumbledor nodded. "I too have always believed the house elves should be free. There are obsticals before us before this can happen but I do believe one day we shall overcome."
"Lip service." Lyra chuckled. "All the people in power know how to do is give lip service. Say you agree, make your promises and hope we believe you and go away."
"It is hard to convince one as jaded as yourself that I speak anything less than honestly." Professor Dumbledor sighed. "Perhaps your house matron may have better luck."
"Hello Headmaster." The voice of professor Sprout said from behind Lyra. "Miss Lee-Ashwolf."
Professor Sprout took a seat next to Lyra. Sprout had that ever present disappointed yet mildly amused look she always had when around Lyra.
"What seems to be the problem now Lyra?" Professor Sprout asked.
"Miss Lee-Ashwolf disrobed in potions class." Professor Dumbledor mused. "In protest I assure you."
"In protest of what?" Professor Sprout asked.
"It started out me not wearing my uniform and robes in protest of what they represent. Uniforms are the chains of our enslavement by society. Just like the house elf."
"Ah I see." Professor Sprout nodded.
"No you don't." Lyra objected. "None of you do."
"Oh but I do." Professor Sprout insisted. "You don't have any pride in your house. I could see it if you were of the other 3 houses. Bravery, cunning, intelligence. They are slaves to their egos, their plots & their books, but HUFFLEPUFF? We are the house of loyalty and compassion. We are those who truly effect change. I would think someone as passionate as you about justice for those who see little to none of it would understand that and take pride in her house! Do the clothes you wear now show anything but a hefty price tag?"
Lyra sat for a moment thinking about what professor Sprout had said. Her own clothes, though torn and shabbied up were still designer. Sasporilla always held her head high for being chosen Hufflepuff. Perhaps it wasn't until this moment Lyra understood why.
"Ok." Lyra conceded. "I'll wear the uniform that represents the things I believe in."
"Good girl." Professor Sprout said patting Lyras arm proudly and preparing to leave. "Now let's get you back to class than shall we?"
"Ahem." Professor Dumbledor interrupted. "Though I am delighted you've found a way past your original objections I'm afraid there is still the matter of your indiscretion."
"I don't feel punishment is in order here Headmaster." Professor Sprout said raising her eye brows. "But I defer to your wisdom of course."
"I believe that it might be a good Idea if Miss Lee-Ashwolf were to take an extra curricular activity in place of yet more detention." Professor Dumbledor mused. "Here is a list of all activities with vacancies."
A sheet of parchment flew from the Headmasters desk and unrolled in front of Lyra. A quill floated next to the paper ready for Lyra to make her choice. Lyra looked over the activities and only one stood out to her as fun... and it had 2 slots open!
Lyra Lee-Ashwolf was a Princess raised in the house of Corporate Royalty in America. Her father the CEO of ASHWOLF inc. She grew up very, very rich. What the poor people called one of the 1%. Her parents found it mildly amusing how the have-nots whined about the haves who worked so hard for what they had. Lyra saw it for what it was. The 1% moniker was a well deserved insult. A black mark on the corporate pharos who enslaved the poor in debt. A cry for justice by the taken from against those who took their jobs, their money, their rights and their freedoms. Though she had been raised and groomed from birth to take on the job of head of her fathers company, Lyra had other ideas. This became very evident when she became socio-politically aware and active in any cause she could sink her teeth into. She was marching in protests at age 10. Civilly disobedient at every turn. A disappointment to her parents who hoped to breed the perfect accessory to their perfect lives.
She had always thrown tantrums. What child didn't? But when on the day before her 11th birthday, while arguing with her parents about not wanting a huge party but rather donating the cost to a local homeless shelter, her anger got the better of her and manifested in a sea of flame which singed many priceless works of art procured for her parents by the usual dubious channels. They were lucky not to be burned alive.
Her parents tried to dismiss the incident as a burst gas pipe and coincidental timing, after all they were muggles, but the first letter from Ilvermorny school of witch craft and wizardry proved them wrong.
Lyra enjoyed being a witch and she loved to learn. She also loved to piss her parents off. The cost of Witch craft schools was excessively high for the very rich muggle. Less so for the poor and middle class families. Every time Lyra was kicked out of a school it cost her parents a kings ransom to put her in another. She liked attacking them financially. It was the only punishment the rich truly understood. So Lyra Lee-Ashwolf flaunted and broke every rule, law and regulation she deemed unfair and unjust at every turn she took. It was a blast.
Lyra showed up to potions class late, as usual, but today she was wearing normal street clothes rather than her school uniform and robes.
"Miss Lee-Ashwolf." Professor Snape. "Said with a severe tone. "Where are your robes?"
"I've decided not where them." Lyra said throwing her books on her desk and sitting in her seat. "In protest of the house elf enslavement."
Professor Snape, some what accustomed to the young witches shenanigans, walked over and stood before her desk. "Girl do not test my patience. GO AND PUT ON YOUR ROBES!"
"No!" Lyra yelled standing up on her desk and looking around at her peers as she began to strip off her clothes. "In fact perhaps I'll take mine off. Everyone should cast off our clothes for aren't they just the true symbols of our enslavement by societies rules. We will not be controlled. Today I cast off my chains and stand before you a free woman."
Professor Snape was outraged. "Put on your clothes!" He ordered. "Avert your eyes!"
The boys wouldn't look away as Lyra stood there in her birthday suit. Though they covered their eyes, some girls peeked.
With a wave of professor Snapes wand the classroom spun and Lyra found herself clothed & sitting before the Headmaster.
"Ah Miss Lee-Ashwolf", Professor Dumbledor smiled. "I've been expecting you."
Lyra sat there with her arms folded defiantly as Professor Dumbledor held out a small bowl of lemon candies. "Would you like one?"
Lyra spit into the bowl.
"No then." Professor Dumbledor sighed. "Well let me express for you my admiration for your conviction to the cause of freeing the house elf. Though I can't say approve of your methods."
This caught Lyras attention. No adult had ever said they agreed with any of her causes. Especially one who held any sort of authority.
"Oh yes." Professor Dumbledor nodded. "I too have always believed the house elves should be free. There are obsticals before us before this can happen but I do believe one day we shall overcome."
"Lip service." Lyra chuckled. "All the people in power know how to do is give lip service. Say you agree, make your promises and hope we believe you and go away."
"It is hard to convince one as jaded as yourself that I speak anything less than honestly." Professor Dumbledor sighed. "Perhaps your house matron may have better luck."
"Hello Headmaster." The voice of professor Sprout said from behind Lyra. "Miss Lee-Ashwolf."
Professor Sprout took a seat next to Lyra. Sprout had that ever present disappointed yet mildly amused look she always had when around Lyra.
"What seems to be the problem now Lyra?" Professor Sprout asked.
"Miss Lee-Ashwolf disrobed in potions class." Professor Dumbledor mused. "In protest I assure you."
"In protest of what?" Professor Sprout asked.
"It started out me not wearing my uniform and robes in protest of what they represent. Uniforms are the chains of our enslavement by society. Just like the house elf."
"Ah I see." Professor Sprout nodded.
"No you don't." Lyra objected. "None of you do."
"Oh but I do." Professor Sprout insisted. "You don't have any pride in your house. I could see it if you were of the other 3 houses. Bravery, cunning, intelligence. They are slaves to their egos, their plots & their books, but HUFFLEPUFF? We are the house of loyalty and compassion. We are those who truly effect change. I would think someone as passionate as you about justice for those who see little to none of it would understand that and take pride in her house! Do the clothes you wear now show anything but a hefty price tag?"
Lyra sat for a moment thinking about what professor Sprout had said. Her own clothes, though torn and shabbied up were still designer. Sasporilla always held her head high for being chosen Hufflepuff. Perhaps it wasn't until this moment Lyra understood why.
"Ok." Lyra conceded. "I'll wear the uniform that represents the things I believe in."
"Good girl." Professor Sprout said patting Lyras arm proudly and preparing to leave. "Now let's get you back to class than shall we?"
"Ahem." Professor Dumbledor interrupted. "Though I am delighted you've found a way past your original objections I'm afraid there is still the matter of your indiscretion."
"I don't feel punishment is in order here Headmaster." Professor Sprout said raising her eye brows. "But I defer to your wisdom of course."
"I believe that it might be a good Idea if Miss Lee-Ashwolf were to take an extra curricular activity in place of yet more detention." Professor Dumbledor mused. "Here is a list of all activities with vacancies."
A sheet of parchment flew from the Headmasters desk and unrolled in front of Lyra. A quill floated next to the paper ready for Lyra to make her choice. Lyra looked over the activities and only one stood out to her as fun... and it had 2 slots open!
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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.