In Through the Out Door
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 18
Elloton Stravinski lived in a small house in Hogsmead. Like many retired professors who had spent the better part of their lives teaching at Hogwarts, they enjoyed living near by. They liked seeing the students when they invaded the town and enjoyed the quidditch matches. Three witches approached the darkened door way. Minerva McGonagall, Lyra Lee-Ashwolf and Sasporilla Bucket.
Professor McGonagall knocked on the doot and then waited for a few moments. It was a bit late in the evening and probably past the old fellows bed time. Professor Lee-Ashwolf stepped up and pounded om the door. "This is JDI Lee-Ashwolf of the MoMJD. Open up!"
The door opened. "All right, all right, I am not deaf!" The old man said standing there in his night shirt and cap, putting on his glasses. "Minerva! How wonderful to see you! I take it something is drastically wrong for you to disturb me in the middle of the night! What do you need?"
The old man showed the three witches into the parlor and asked them to sit while he made some tea.
Elloton Stravinski carried a fresh pot of tea in on a nice silver tray with four china cups.
"It's not very often I get visitors these days but I'm always prepared. Who would like some tea?"
"Yes please." The ladies said politely as he poured out the cups.
"Now that the pleasantries are over Elloton," Headmistress McGonagall said, "we need to talk to you about what happened to you during the war."
"Nothing." Elloton Stravinski said. "I stunned a few death eaters in town but other than that?"
"No Mr.Stravinski." Sasporilla said. "We mean the great muggle war, world war two?"
"Oh I see!" Elloton Stravinski said. "I was a sick in St.Mungos for those years. I had Shizmositic Aphasia. Nearly killed me."
"No." Minerva McGonagall said. "You were a prisoner in a camp we have a photo."
Sasporilla opened the history book and pointed out the picture. Headmistress McGonagall walked over and stood behind his chair, leaning in to show him the photo.
"Do you see Elloton, that's you!"
The old man adjusted his glasses then pulled them off and cleaned them on the hem of his night shirt. He put them back on. "It does look like me but it's not."
Professor McGonagall stepped back pointed her wand at the old wizard quietly casting a spell to undo obliviate.
"Are you sure?" Lyra asked.
"Positive." The wizard said.
"Could we have been mistaken?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"Does this look familiar?" Sasporilla asked holding out her arm to reveal the Markebinden bracelet.
"Keep it away from me." Elloton Stravinski said terrified.
"So you have seen them before?" Minerva McGonagall asked.
"No," the old man said covering his eyes, "I have no memory of seeing one before, and yet the sight of it terrifies me. Please put it away, please."
Sasporilla tucked her arm back into her robes. "It's away."
"Thank you." Elloton Stravinski said. "What is that thing?"
"Let me see your wrists Elloton." The headmistress asked.
The old man held out his arms and Professor McGonagall examined them. There were no marks on either of his wrists but as she turned his right hand over it came loose and fell off.
"It does that some times." Elloton Stravinski.
"How did you lose your hand?" Lyra asked.
"I lost it to the Shizmositic Aphasia." Elloton smiling politely as he put it back on.
"Elloton." Professor McGonagall said. "Shizmositic Aphasia is caused by a bad memory spell and effects ones speech centers. It couldn't have hurt you or caused you to lose your hand!"
The old man stood up and walked over yo his desk. He rummaged through the drawers for a moment grumbling something about how no one listens to the elderly, occasionally emphasizing his frustrations with wild verbal expletives.
"Ah!" Elloton Stravinski said pulling a piece of paper from the drawer. "Here it is!"
Minerva McGonagall put her glasses on and read the paper. It was a certificate of release from St.Mungos dated 1945. It stated that Elloton Stravinski had been released having been cured of Shizmositic Aphasia which had reduced his weight and taken his hand.
"It looks like whatever procedure was done," the headmistress said, "it happened at St.Mungos."
"Now that we've cleared all that up," Elloton Stravinski said. "Would you three young ladies kindly leave and let an old man get some sleep!"
Once back at Hogwarts Professor McGonagall sent an owl to the Minister of magic stating what they'd found and put the ball back into his court. It was about four a.m. when the owl made its way to London and into the hands of Kingsly Shacklebolt.
In less than an hour the minister burst through the front doors of St.Mungos followed by his assistant and some trusted researchers and historians.
"I need access to the records room." Kingsly told the night attendant.
"I need the directors authorization for that Minister Shacklebolt." The young man said shyly.
"Then get the director, and the whole board of directors out of bed and down here!" Kingsly demanded. "We have a mystery to solve and I suspect the answer is in your records room!"
By six a.m. every member of the managerial staff of St.Mungos poured into the hospital. The Minister of Magic and his staff were quickly escorted to the records room and all of the hospitals resources placed at their disposal.
After three days of intense searching of the St.Mungos records, nothing was revealed. All they found were copies of release forms like the one Elloton Stravinski had for Shizmositic Aphasia. Everyone was shovked that though there were release forms, there were no files of treatment to go with them.
Every time they thought they found an answer they hit yet another vexing dead end.
"Minister." Clairinda McGutchins, Kinsly Shacklebolts executive assistant said. "There is an older gentleman requesting to see you."
"Tell him we're busy and have him make an appointment like everyone else." Kingsly said dismissively.
"I did that sir three days ago but he comes back and asks again." Clairinda McGutchins said.
"Did he say what he wants?" The minister of magic asked.
"He said something about world war two?" Clairinda sighed.
Kingsly Shacklebolt whipped around. "Send him in please. Now!"
Herman Wellington was just another little old man in the eyes of most, Puttering around London invisible and forgotten. He however was the one chosen never to forget.
"Minister Shacklebolt, I am Herman Wellington." The old man said shaking Kingslys hand. "I read in the Daily Prophet about the Markebinden bracelets being back so I started waiting for the trail to lead here."
"Tell me what you know sir." Kingsly said impatiently.
"I was only a young clerk in the records department when the magical prisoners were released from the camps." The old man said sitting down on a hall way bench. "All of them were brought here to be treated. Those damn bracelets made treating them impossible."
"How did they remove them?" Kingsly asked.
"Well you see nothing worked." Herman said. "No spell, no tool, no key worked on them. So the victims suffered one more torture. They had their hands amputated just above the wrist. The bracelets stayed on the severed wrists with the hands. We couldn't get them off! Like most appendages destroyed by dark magic they couldn't be magically healed. We had to result to muggle methods of healing and replace the hands with enchanted prosthetics."
"What about the memories and the history?" Minister Shacklebolt asked.
"That I would rather show you." The old man said holding up an older key.
In the back of the records room stood a large old cabinet that held thousands of files. Herman Wellington shuffled over to the cabinet and searched the side with his fingers.
"What are you feeling for?" Kingsly asked.
"The keyhole." The old man said.
"We have been over this room with a fine tooth comb over the last few days and we saw no keyholes!" The minister of magic said.
The old mans fingers stopped and he put the key into the side of the cabinet. Herman turned the key fully around once and there were a series of clicks.
"Of course you didn't SEE any key hole." The old man said sliding the cabinet to one side revealing a secret entrance. "It's goblin made."
Herman Wellington lead the minister and headmaster down a set of stairs that lead to a huge basement. The old man pulled his wand "Lumos!" The light from his wand set off a series of magical lights which popped on illuminating tens of thousands of jars on shelves. Some contained the original severed hand and wrist, which still had the Markebinden bracelet on them. Other jars were filled with silver strands in clumps floating in fluid.
"We removed all memory of the camps and the bracelets from their memories. Once they were healed enough to restart their lives we released them as survivors of some made up disease."
"Shizmositic Aphasia." Kingsly Shacklebolt said.
"Yes." The old man nodded. "The rest of the magical population was subjected to a mass obliviate spell which removed all memory of the horrors of the great muggle war. The rest was a matter of destroying records and logs. You might say it was a lie of omission."
"Who ordered this?" Kingsly asked afraid of the answer.
"The former minister of magic at the time." Herman said seeking his old memory for the name. "Rudolph Bridges."
The emergency owl dispatched from the Ministry of magic to Hogwarts arrived late in the day. Professor McGonagall awaited any shred of good news it may contain. She called Sasporilla Bucket and Professor Lee-Ashwolf to the Headmistresses office. They arrived excited to hear good news.
"I'm sorry." Professor McGonagall said. "The only way those bracelets come off is by amputation."
Elloton Stravinski lived in a small house in Hogsmead. Like many retired professors who had spent the better part of their lives teaching at Hogwarts, they enjoyed living near by. They liked seeing the students when they invaded the town and enjoyed the quidditch matches. Three witches approached the darkened door way. Minerva McGonagall, Lyra Lee-Ashwolf and Sasporilla Bucket.
Professor McGonagall knocked on the doot and then waited for a few moments. It was a bit late in the evening and probably past the old fellows bed time. Professor Lee-Ashwolf stepped up and pounded om the door. "This is JDI Lee-Ashwolf of the MoMJD. Open up!"
The door opened. "All right, all right, I am not deaf!" The old man said standing there in his night shirt and cap, putting on his glasses. "Minerva! How wonderful to see you! I take it something is drastically wrong for you to disturb me in the middle of the night! What do you need?"
The old man showed the three witches into the parlor and asked them to sit while he made some tea.
Elloton Stravinski carried a fresh pot of tea in on a nice silver tray with four china cups.
"It's not very often I get visitors these days but I'm always prepared. Who would like some tea?"
"Yes please." The ladies said politely as he poured out the cups.
"Now that the pleasantries are over Elloton," Headmistress McGonagall said, "we need to talk to you about what happened to you during the war."
"Nothing." Elloton Stravinski said. "I stunned a few death eaters in town but other than that?"
"No Mr.Stravinski." Sasporilla said. "We mean the great muggle war, world war two?"
"Oh I see!" Elloton Stravinski said. "I was a sick in St.Mungos for those years. I had Shizmositic Aphasia. Nearly killed me."
"No." Minerva McGonagall said. "You were a prisoner in a camp we have a photo."
Sasporilla opened the history book and pointed out the picture. Headmistress McGonagall walked over and stood behind his chair, leaning in to show him the photo.
"Do you see Elloton, that's you!"
The old man adjusted his glasses then pulled them off and cleaned them on the hem of his night shirt. He put them back on. "It does look like me but it's not."
Professor McGonagall stepped back pointed her wand at the old wizard quietly casting a spell to undo obliviate.
"Are you sure?" Lyra asked.
"Positive." The wizard said.
"Could we have been mistaken?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"Does this look familiar?" Sasporilla asked holding out her arm to reveal the Markebinden bracelet.
"Keep it away from me." Elloton Stravinski said terrified.
"So you have seen them before?" Minerva McGonagall asked.
"No," the old man said covering his eyes, "I have no memory of seeing one before, and yet the sight of it terrifies me. Please put it away, please."
Sasporilla tucked her arm back into her robes. "It's away."
"Thank you." Elloton Stravinski said. "What is that thing?"
"Let me see your wrists Elloton." The headmistress asked.
The old man held out his arms and Professor McGonagall examined them. There were no marks on either of his wrists but as she turned his right hand over it came loose and fell off.
"It does that some times." Elloton Stravinski.
"How did you lose your hand?" Lyra asked.
"I lost it to the Shizmositic Aphasia." Elloton smiling politely as he put it back on.
"Elloton." Professor McGonagall said. "Shizmositic Aphasia is caused by a bad memory spell and effects ones speech centers. It couldn't have hurt you or caused you to lose your hand!"
The old man stood up and walked over yo his desk. He rummaged through the drawers for a moment grumbling something about how no one listens to the elderly, occasionally emphasizing his frustrations with wild verbal expletives.
"Ah!" Elloton Stravinski said pulling a piece of paper from the drawer. "Here it is!"
Minerva McGonagall put her glasses on and read the paper. It was a certificate of release from St.Mungos dated 1945. It stated that Elloton Stravinski had been released having been cured of Shizmositic Aphasia which had reduced his weight and taken his hand.
"It looks like whatever procedure was done," the headmistress said, "it happened at St.Mungos."
"Now that we've cleared all that up," Elloton Stravinski said. "Would you three young ladies kindly leave and let an old man get some sleep!"
Once back at Hogwarts Professor McGonagall sent an owl to the Minister of magic stating what they'd found and put the ball back into his court. It was about four a.m. when the owl made its way to London and into the hands of Kingsly Shacklebolt.
In less than an hour the minister burst through the front doors of St.Mungos followed by his assistant and some trusted researchers and historians.
"I need access to the records room." Kingsly told the night attendant.
"I need the directors authorization for that Minister Shacklebolt." The young man said shyly.
"Then get the director, and the whole board of directors out of bed and down here!" Kingsly demanded. "We have a mystery to solve and I suspect the answer is in your records room!"
By six a.m. every member of the managerial staff of St.Mungos poured into the hospital. The Minister of Magic and his staff were quickly escorted to the records room and all of the hospitals resources placed at their disposal.
After three days of intense searching of the St.Mungos records, nothing was revealed. All they found were copies of release forms like the one Elloton Stravinski had for Shizmositic Aphasia. Everyone was shovked that though there were release forms, there were no files of treatment to go with them.
Every time they thought they found an answer they hit yet another vexing dead end.
"Minister." Clairinda McGutchins, Kinsly Shacklebolts executive assistant said. "There is an older gentleman requesting to see you."
"Tell him we're busy and have him make an appointment like everyone else." Kingsly said dismissively.
"I did that sir three days ago but he comes back and asks again." Clairinda McGutchins said.
"Did he say what he wants?" The minister of magic asked.
"He said something about world war two?" Clairinda sighed.
Kingsly Shacklebolt whipped around. "Send him in please. Now!"
Herman Wellington was just another little old man in the eyes of most, Puttering around London invisible and forgotten. He however was the one chosen never to forget.
"Minister Shacklebolt, I am Herman Wellington." The old man said shaking Kingslys hand. "I read in the Daily Prophet about the Markebinden bracelets being back so I started waiting for the trail to lead here."
"Tell me what you know sir." Kingsly said impatiently.
"I was only a young clerk in the records department when the magical prisoners were released from the camps." The old man said sitting down on a hall way bench. "All of them were brought here to be treated. Those damn bracelets made treating them impossible."
"How did they remove them?" Kingsly asked.
"Well you see nothing worked." Herman said. "No spell, no tool, no key worked on them. So the victims suffered one more torture. They had their hands amputated just above the wrist. The bracelets stayed on the severed wrists with the hands. We couldn't get them off! Like most appendages destroyed by dark magic they couldn't be magically healed. We had to result to muggle methods of healing and replace the hands with enchanted prosthetics."
"What about the memories and the history?" Minister Shacklebolt asked.
"That I would rather show you." The old man said holding up an older key.
In the back of the records room stood a large old cabinet that held thousands of files. Herman Wellington shuffled over to the cabinet and searched the side with his fingers.
"What are you feeling for?" Kingsly asked.
"The keyhole." The old man said.
"We have been over this room with a fine tooth comb over the last few days and we saw no keyholes!" The minister of magic said.
The old mans fingers stopped and he put the key into the side of the cabinet. Herman turned the key fully around once and there were a series of clicks.
"Of course you didn't SEE any key hole." The old man said sliding the cabinet to one side revealing a secret entrance. "It's goblin made."
Herman Wellington lead the minister and headmaster down a set of stairs that lead to a huge basement. The old man pulled his wand "Lumos!" The light from his wand set off a series of magical lights which popped on illuminating tens of thousands of jars on shelves. Some contained the original severed hand and wrist, which still had the Markebinden bracelet on them. Other jars were filled with silver strands in clumps floating in fluid.
"We removed all memory of the camps and the bracelets from their memories. Once they were healed enough to restart their lives we released them as survivors of some made up disease."
"Shizmositic Aphasia." Kingsly Shacklebolt said.
"Yes." The old man nodded. "The rest of the magical population was subjected to a mass obliviate spell which removed all memory of the horrors of the great muggle war. The rest was a matter of destroying records and logs. You might say it was a lie of omission."
"Who ordered this?" Kingsly asked afraid of the answer.
"The former minister of magic at the time." Herman said seeking his old memory for the name. "Rudolph Bridges."
The emergency owl dispatched from the Ministry of magic to Hogwarts arrived late in the day. Professor McGonagall awaited any shred of good news it may contain. She called Sasporilla Bucket and Professor Lee-Ashwolf to the Headmistresses office. They arrived excited to hear good news.
"I'm sorry." Professor McGonagall said. "The only way those bracelets come off is by amputation."
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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.