Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Friendship
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 9
Sasporilla stood at the side of the black lake looking at the water for the second hour in a row. Drooble sat back on an old log and smoked his pipe seemingly very happy and comfortable. Sassy on the other hand was getting cold and tired.
"Drooble sir." Sasporilla said. "Is something suppose to happen with me just looking at the water? Is this all there is? Isn't there something more?"
"Yes much more." Drooble said. "But Drooble will not teach until the student asks to learn."
"I'm asking to learn." Sasporilla said trying to hide her exasperation.
"Good!" Drooble said placing his pipe down and walking to her side. "Drooble knows you see, hear, & feel the living water. Drooble knows that you can call it through your sense of calm. Did Miss Sasporilla know that you are as much part of the water as it is part of you?"
"What?" Sasporilla asked confused.
"The water is part of nature." Drooble said. "Part of life. All things flow from nature and back to nature."
"I'm not sure I understand." Sasporilla said a bit perplexed.
"Miss Sasporilla, Drooble, Miss Daisy, the students, the animals in the dark forest are all partly made from water." Drooble insisted.
"Oh!" Sasporilla said. "You mean like we're all 70% water in our bodies you mean."
"Yes!" Drooble clapped.
Sasporilla looked at hand. She'd never given much thought to that fact. She'd read it somewhere. Probably in a book or magazine while waiting on mum at Flourish and Blots.
"Now", said, "can Miss Sasporilla tell Drooble the difference between her water the water of the Black Lake?"
Sasporilla looked at her hand and at the lake.
"My waters here and the lake waters there?" Sasporilla guessed.
"What if Sasporilla was in the lake?" Drooble asked.
"Well my waters part of me." Sasporilla began. "And the lake water is the lake."
"But if you are in the lake are you not part of it?" Drooble smiled.
Sasporilla thought about it for a moment. "So you're saying that I am as much a part of the water as the water is of me?"
"Yes!" Drooble laughed. "You are both different but the same. Like sisters joined by blood but different people. Joined by the magical fabric of nature as sisters are by family."
Sasporillas head was swimming with the concept. Her sister the lake. She'd always wanted a sister.
"Hi ya sis." Sassy waved at the lake.
A hand made of water waved back at her. Sasporilla stood and looked at it in disbelief. "The lake just waved at me."
"Well it would have been rude not to." Drooble said very matter of factly. "After all.."
"I'm a part of it as it is a part of me." Sasporilla said.
Never before had the connection of water within her been so clearly connected to the water around her. She saw and felt the essence of her water in the fabric of nature and how it flowed and sat firm within her. She saw the magic strands that both bound and flowed through her water. She saw how it was the same for the waters of the black lake and how the fabric of nature flowed between them and bound them together. Sasporilla looked around. She saw the water in the air, in the plants, in the animals and how they were all one.
Sasporilla melted into a puddle of water and soaked into the cold beach soil.
"Miss Sasporilla!" Drooble yelled. "Oh, oh. Droobles bad. Droobles killed Miss Sasporilla!"
The water of the Black Lake rose and splashed. Sasporillas form leaped from the water but was water. She had assumed the form of the black lake and it assumed the shape of her. Drooble jumped and hollered excited on the shore. Once Sasporilla understood, she took to it like it was second nature.
Sasporilla found herself as the currents, washing in and out of the burrows and caves under the Black Lake. Passing unseen through the secretive kingdom of the merfolk. Sneaking up on and tickling the giant squid who jumped clean out of the water and landed with a huge splash.
Drooble stood on the shore for nearly an hour with no more sign of the young witch. He began to worry.
"Miss Sasporilla?" Drooble said. "Miss Sasporilla!"
Sassy floated weightless and calm. Fish tickled at her toes as under water plants caressed her skin. Then she heard Droobles voice calling to her, but all so distant.
"Please Miss Sasporilla!" Drooble pleaded. "Don't lose yourself in the water. You are one but you are separate."
'Yes.' Sasporilla thought. 'She was Sasporilla Imaginarium Bucket. Daughter of Riddonkulous and Wysteria Bucket. A witch. A human. Flesh and blood. She found she now had now air to breath. Her form was sinking. The water surrounded her and crushed her down. She was drowning. Sasporilla let out a deep growl as the water filled her mouth.
Drooble jumped up and down nervously looking up and down the Black Lake for any sign of movement. If Miss Sasporilla was hurt or worse Miss Daisy would see to it he ended up the same way. Oh yes.
A long Black tentacle unrolled from beneath the surface of the lake slithered onto shore carrying an unconscious Sasporilla Bucket and dumped her on the shoreline.
"Oh Drooble has killed Miss Sasporilla." Drooble cried.
"Wha's goin' on?" Hagrid roared running up to him.
"Miss Sasporilla was water and now." Drooble wept.
Hagrid picked up the unconscious girl and started running towards the castle. "Drooble man yer not makin' sense."
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Sassy woke up in the infirmary somewhere around half past two in the morning. She sat up in bed and switched on the light. Madam Pomfrey stirred in her bed and looked over. With a gasp the infirmary matron jumped to her feet and rushed over.
"How are you feeling?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Fine." Sasporilla croaked out of a very horse and sore throat.
"Do you know your name?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Sasporilla Bucket." The young witch answered taking a sip of water and choking on it.
"Do you know what day it is?"
"Ummm last I remember it was Saturday." Sasporilla wondered just how long she'd been here.
"Good." Madam Pomfrey said. "Now snuggle back into bed. You need your rest."
Sassy wanted to ask questions but she was tired. Perhaps it was physical exhaustion of whatever had happened. Perhaps she'd been given a sleeping draft. Which ever the reason Sasporilla took Madam Pomfreys advice, snuggled in, and drifted off to sleep. Adrift, weightless in a sea of blackness. The freedom. The struggle. The pain. The voice on the shore screaming her name.
"Sasporilla!"
Sasporilla woke with a start and sat straight up in bed. Professor Dumbledore, Professor Sprout and Drooble stood at the foot of the bed. Gooseberry sat on her night stand smiling at her.
"I remember." Sasporilla said. "I remember what happened."
"Good." Professor Dumbledore said. "Then I trust it will never happen again."
"What were you thinking girl?" Professor Sprout asked. "Swimming in the Black Lake at this time of year!"
"It's Droobles fault." Drooble said. "Please don't blame Miss Sasporilla."
"No Drooble." Sasporilla said. "It is my fault. I forgot my very first lesson and almost lost myself in the water."
"Well then." Professor Dumbledore smiled looking over his glasses at Sasporilla. "You must always remember that getting lost in strange and new waters is very easy indeed. One must be mindful of where one is and where one is going. Most of all never forget who you are."
"Right." Madam Pomfrey said. "Clean bill of health. Off you get to breakfast and class dear. It's Tuesday morning and if you don't get a move on, you'll be late."
Gooseberry leapt onto a pile of Sasporillas uniform and robes left on a chair beside the bed. She picked up a small corner of cloth to encourage Sassy to get dressed.
Sasporilla stood at the side of the black lake looking at the water for the second hour in a row. Drooble sat back on an old log and smoked his pipe seemingly very happy and comfortable. Sassy on the other hand was getting cold and tired.
"Drooble sir." Sasporilla said. "Is something suppose to happen with me just looking at the water? Is this all there is? Isn't there something more?"
"Yes much more." Drooble said. "But Drooble will not teach until the student asks to learn."
"I'm asking to learn." Sasporilla said trying to hide her exasperation.
"Good!" Drooble said placing his pipe down and walking to her side. "Drooble knows you see, hear, & feel the living water. Drooble knows that you can call it through your sense of calm. Did Miss Sasporilla know that you are as much part of the water as it is part of you?"
"What?" Sasporilla asked confused.
"The water is part of nature." Drooble said. "Part of life. All things flow from nature and back to nature."
"I'm not sure I understand." Sasporilla said a bit perplexed.
"Miss Sasporilla, Drooble, Miss Daisy, the students, the animals in the dark forest are all partly made from water." Drooble insisted.
"Oh!" Sasporilla said. "You mean like we're all 70% water in our bodies you mean."
"Yes!" Drooble clapped.
Sasporilla looked at hand. She'd never given much thought to that fact. She'd read it somewhere. Probably in a book or magazine while waiting on mum at Flourish and Blots.
"Now", said, "can Miss Sasporilla tell Drooble the difference between her water the water of the Black Lake?"
Sasporilla looked at her hand and at the lake.
"My waters here and the lake waters there?" Sasporilla guessed.
"What if Sasporilla was in the lake?" Drooble asked.
"Well my waters part of me." Sasporilla began. "And the lake water is the lake."
"But if you are in the lake are you not part of it?" Drooble smiled.
Sasporilla thought about it for a moment. "So you're saying that I am as much a part of the water as the water is of me?"
"Yes!" Drooble laughed. "You are both different but the same. Like sisters joined by blood but different people. Joined by the magical fabric of nature as sisters are by family."
Sasporillas head was swimming with the concept. Her sister the lake. She'd always wanted a sister.
"Hi ya sis." Sassy waved at the lake.
A hand made of water waved back at her. Sasporilla stood and looked at it in disbelief. "The lake just waved at me."
"Well it would have been rude not to." Drooble said very matter of factly. "After all.."
"I'm a part of it as it is a part of me." Sasporilla said.
Never before had the connection of water within her been so clearly connected to the water around her. She saw and felt the essence of her water in the fabric of nature and how it flowed and sat firm within her. She saw the magic strands that both bound and flowed through her water. She saw how it was the same for the waters of the black lake and how the fabric of nature flowed between them and bound them together. Sasporilla looked around. She saw the water in the air, in the plants, in the animals and how they were all one.
Sasporilla melted into a puddle of water and soaked into the cold beach soil.
"Miss Sasporilla!" Drooble yelled. "Oh, oh. Droobles bad. Droobles killed Miss Sasporilla!"
The water of the Black Lake rose and splashed. Sasporillas form leaped from the water but was water. She had assumed the form of the black lake and it assumed the shape of her. Drooble jumped and hollered excited on the shore. Once Sasporilla understood, she took to it like it was second nature.
Sasporilla found herself as the currents, washing in and out of the burrows and caves under the Black Lake. Passing unseen through the secretive kingdom of the merfolk. Sneaking up on and tickling the giant squid who jumped clean out of the water and landed with a huge splash.
Drooble stood on the shore for nearly an hour with no more sign of the young witch. He began to worry.
"Miss Sasporilla?" Drooble said. "Miss Sasporilla!"
Sassy floated weightless and calm. Fish tickled at her toes as under water plants caressed her skin. Then she heard Droobles voice calling to her, but all so distant.
"Please Miss Sasporilla!" Drooble pleaded. "Don't lose yourself in the water. You are one but you are separate."
'Yes.' Sasporilla thought. 'She was Sasporilla Imaginarium Bucket. Daughter of Riddonkulous and Wysteria Bucket. A witch. A human. Flesh and blood. She found she now had now air to breath. Her form was sinking. The water surrounded her and crushed her down. She was drowning. Sasporilla let out a deep growl as the water filled her mouth.
Drooble jumped up and down nervously looking up and down the Black Lake for any sign of movement. If Miss Sasporilla was hurt or worse Miss Daisy would see to it he ended up the same way. Oh yes.
A long Black tentacle unrolled from beneath the surface of the lake slithered onto shore carrying an unconscious Sasporilla Bucket and dumped her on the shoreline.
"Oh Drooble has killed Miss Sasporilla." Drooble cried.
"Wha's goin' on?" Hagrid roared running up to him.
"Miss Sasporilla was water and now." Drooble wept.
Hagrid picked up the unconscious girl and started running towards the castle. "Drooble man yer not makin' sense."
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Sassy woke up in the infirmary somewhere around half past two in the morning. She sat up in bed and switched on the light. Madam Pomfrey stirred in her bed and looked over. With a gasp the infirmary matron jumped to her feet and rushed over.
"How are you feeling?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Fine." Sasporilla croaked out of a very horse and sore throat.
"Do you know your name?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Sasporilla Bucket." The young witch answered taking a sip of water and choking on it.
"Do you know what day it is?"
"Ummm last I remember it was Saturday." Sasporilla wondered just how long she'd been here.
"Good." Madam Pomfrey said. "Now snuggle back into bed. You need your rest."
Sassy wanted to ask questions but she was tired. Perhaps it was physical exhaustion of whatever had happened. Perhaps she'd been given a sleeping draft. Which ever the reason Sasporilla took Madam Pomfreys advice, snuggled in, and drifted off to sleep. Adrift, weightless in a sea of blackness. The freedom. The struggle. The pain. The voice on the shore screaming her name.
"Sasporilla!"
Sasporilla woke with a start and sat straight up in bed. Professor Dumbledore, Professor Sprout and Drooble stood at the foot of the bed. Gooseberry sat on her night stand smiling at her.
"I remember." Sasporilla said. "I remember what happened."
"Good." Professor Dumbledore said. "Then I trust it will never happen again."
"What were you thinking girl?" Professor Sprout asked. "Swimming in the Black Lake at this time of year!"
"It's Droobles fault." Drooble said. "Please don't blame Miss Sasporilla."
"No Drooble." Sasporilla said. "It is my fault. I forgot my very first lesson and almost lost myself in the water."
"Well then." Professor Dumbledore smiled looking over his glasses at Sasporilla. "You must always remember that getting lost in strange and new waters is very easy indeed. One must be mindful of where one is and where one is going. Most of all never forget who you are."
"Right." Madam Pomfrey said. "Clean bill of health. Off you get to breakfast and class dear. It's Tuesday morning and if you don't get a move on, you'll be late."
Gooseberry leapt onto a pile of Sasporillas uniform and robes left on a chair beside the bed. She picked up a small corner of cloth to encourage Sassy to get dressed.
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.