In Through the Out Door
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 3
"Vampires!" Professor Lee-Ashwolf said. "Fact or fiction?"
The fourth year defence against the dark arts class was proving to be the best class of the year for Sasporilla Bucket.
"They're a myth." Bradly Dumtage said.
"No." Gerald Windsom responded. "My uncle swears he fought one once."
"Your Uncle drinks a lot." Bradly laughed.
"True." Gerald chuckled.
"So no one knows for sure?" Professor Lee-Ashwolf asked. "That is correct, IF you believe the text books. The books, all of the books, say that there is evidence that they may have existed but there is no evidence that they exist now."
The class sat stunned as she engaged them with her entertaining gravitas.
"I am here to tell you that vampires are very, very real." Lyra said. "They aren't the romantic figures some muggle books and movies make them out to be. They don't wear tuxedos. They do not sparkle in the sunlight. They aren't romantic creatures. The are guttural, bestial creatures of hunger that see us as food. They look some what like us, but their skin is pale, unless they've just fed. They emit heavy levels of Pheromones to attract unwitting members of the opposite sex. They can not come out into the sun or moon light. The light will destroy them. Any questions so far."
"How do you know this if no other witch or wizard can confirm it?" Sasporilla asked.
"Thank you miss Bucket, always remain skeptical at what your told because not everyone in your life will tell you the truth!"
The class laughed relieved that this was obviously a lesson in gullibility.
"Not only have I seen them." Professor Lee-Ashwolf said. "I've Hunted them and dealt with them. I have even met their master. "
The class gasped in unison as she pulled out a glass box containing a vampire skull. It's razor sharp fangs very prevalent.
"I killed this one in a brothel in Istanbul." Professor Lee-Ashwolf said pulling out another glass case with vampire jawbone.
"This one I blew to pieces during the new moon less than a month ago in Liverpool."
"They're in England?" Bradly asked terrified at the thought.
"How did you discover them?" Penny Lane-Warrol asked.
"Would you all like me to tell you a story?" Lyra smiled.
Ministry of Magical Justice
Case #MP 6370119 -V-C
Lyra Lee-Ashwolf and her partner Nick Owlmore were working yet another missing persons case in Liverpool. They had worked a lot of them Voldemort and his gang death eaters broomed the skies but lately it had been quiet. Two days ago a young woman name Angel Affenell had disappeared after attending a concert in the Horns and Whistle pub in Liverpool. Her boy friends band, yet another Weird Sister cover band called the Weed Sisters were playing that night and she didn't want to miss it.
The boy friend and his band mates alibis all checked out. Wouldn't be the first time a group of dark wizards in disguise sacrificed an innocent for fame, glory and power. This case would probably have been treated as a run away except it was not in her character, and she was the daughter of the new head of investigations for the M.O.M.J. Edward Samples Jr.
Lyra and Nick had received a tip that the girl had been seen near the corner of Harlow and Mill street in Toxteth. Nick new the area and was afraid of what they might find. There was an alley known as the feed. It was an urban legend that anyone who dared walk into the alley on a moonless night would never walk out. Few had dared. Fewer were ever seen again and Nick knew why.
Vampires were the biggest guarded secret in the ministry of magic. They were a terror that most muggles feared half as much as most Witches and wizards did. There was a small nest of them that served an old Vampire Lord named Malachai. It was said he was three thousand years old and impossible to kill. If anything had happened to the girl caused by one of his own Malichai would know about it.
It was midnight on the start of the third day when Lyra and Nick arrived at the entrance to the alley way. Some ladies of the night hovered by the entrance to the alley and attempted to summon the officers in.
"Vampires?" Lyra asked.
"Yes." Nick said. "Don't pull your wand. We have to use tact here i'm affraid unless things go south."
"Then what?" Lyra asked.
"Wands out and Lumos Solem anything that moves!" Nick smirked.
The vampire women of Liverpool moved in closer. Lyra could smell the rot and death on them, even through their cheap perfumes.
"We seek audience with your master." Nick said sternly.
The vampires backed off. One disappeared into the darkness of the alley. It was less than a minute before she emerged. A large pale hand extended from the darkness, summoning the aurers forth.
"This is it rookie." Nick said. "Head down, walk in backwards and say nothing unless it asks you specifically and directly."
"Anything else boss man?" Lyra asked.
"Ya no wise cracks and what ever you do don't look at the damn thing. It will kill you on sight."
Lyra and Nick walked backwards, heads down into the alley which seemed unnaturally dark considering their proximity to the street light in front. This was a very old custom showing fear and respect to the master vampire. The air felt still and the dank smell of rotting flesh hung in the cool night air.
"You show me honour in the old ways." A voice hissed around them. "You are magical but do not carry wands. A foolish sign of trust. You, the fat man, who are you and what do you want?"
"I am Senior Detective Inspector Nicholas Owlmore of the Ministry of Magical Justice aurers division. I am assigned to the case of a missing girl named Angel Affenell. I have reason to believe she was in this vacinity a few nights ago and need to know if your minions took her."
"Show me the picture you have of her." The voice said.
Lyra pulled the picture from her pocket and held it up high above her head. Long pale claws, the length of four wands laid end to end, picked the photograph from Lyras hand.
"Ah." The master vampire cooed. "Yes. I remember her. She is with us now but not here. She works as bate in a nest in Turkey."
"I was afraid of that." Nick said.
Vampires began to slip from the shadows to near for comfort.
"We have come in peace with respect for the old ways." Nick called out. "We ask you let us leave the same way."
"Request denied." The master vampire hissed.
Nick and Lyra slipped their wands from the sleeves of their coats spinning the wood in their hands so as to point them back and to the sides.
"Lumos Solem!" Both aurers cast heavy streams of sun light beaming from their wands.
Vampires screamed as they burst into flame. Lyra turned the spell forward burning every vampire in sight. Nick cast Bombarda behind as he ran attempting to hold back the vampire master.
Lyras feet reached the side walk. Vampires reached from the sides and grabbed her. Even through the sleeves of her long coat, their touch was like ice.
Lyra blasted one group with light. Another vampire came at her mouth open ready to bite. Lyra struck the creature hard to the side of her elbow breaking its jaw clean off. The light blasted from her wand frying the jawless vampire as Nick reached the pavement. The pair turned and started casting brilliant light into the dark alley way. The master vampire had fled.
"So." Lyra said. "I brought back the jaw to the ministry. We were able to give a sample to the muggle police for identification closing an old missing persons case."
"What about the girl?" Gideon Barnswoggle asked.
"I'll bet that's her skull in the other case." Penny Lane-Warrol laughed.
"Tonight's assignment." Lyra said writing on the chalk board. "Read chapter 22 of your DADA text books. Then find me three other ways vampires are classically killed."
"Vampires!" Professor Lee-Ashwolf said. "Fact or fiction?"
The fourth year defence against the dark arts class was proving to be the best class of the year for Sasporilla Bucket.
"They're a myth." Bradly Dumtage said.
"No." Gerald Windsom responded. "My uncle swears he fought one once."
"Your Uncle drinks a lot." Bradly laughed.
"True." Gerald chuckled.
"So no one knows for sure?" Professor Lee-Ashwolf asked. "That is correct, IF you believe the text books. The books, all of the books, say that there is evidence that they may have existed but there is no evidence that they exist now."
The class sat stunned as she engaged them with her entertaining gravitas.
"I am here to tell you that vampires are very, very real." Lyra said. "They aren't the romantic figures some muggle books and movies make them out to be. They don't wear tuxedos. They do not sparkle in the sunlight. They aren't romantic creatures. The are guttural, bestial creatures of hunger that see us as food. They look some what like us, but their skin is pale, unless they've just fed. They emit heavy levels of Pheromones to attract unwitting members of the opposite sex. They can not come out into the sun or moon light. The light will destroy them. Any questions so far."
"How do you know this if no other witch or wizard can confirm it?" Sasporilla asked.
"Thank you miss Bucket, always remain skeptical at what your told because not everyone in your life will tell you the truth!"
The class laughed relieved that this was obviously a lesson in gullibility.
"Not only have I seen them." Professor Lee-Ashwolf said. "I've Hunted them and dealt with them. I have even met their master. "
The class gasped in unison as she pulled out a glass box containing a vampire skull. It's razor sharp fangs very prevalent.
"I killed this one in a brothel in Istanbul." Professor Lee-Ashwolf said pulling out another glass case with vampire jawbone.
"This one I blew to pieces during the new moon less than a month ago in Liverpool."
"They're in England?" Bradly asked terrified at the thought.
"How did you discover them?" Penny Lane-Warrol asked.
"Would you all like me to tell you a story?" Lyra smiled.
Ministry of Magical Justice
Case #MP 6370119 -V-C
Lyra Lee-Ashwolf and her partner Nick Owlmore were working yet another missing persons case in Liverpool. They had worked a lot of them Voldemort and his gang death eaters broomed the skies but lately it had been quiet. Two days ago a young woman name Angel Affenell had disappeared after attending a concert in the Horns and Whistle pub in Liverpool. Her boy friends band, yet another Weird Sister cover band called the Weed Sisters were playing that night and she didn't want to miss it.
The boy friend and his band mates alibis all checked out. Wouldn't be the first time a group of dark wizards in disguise sacrificed an innocent for fame, glory and power. This case would probably have been treated as a run away except it was not in her character, and she was the daughter of the new head of investigations for the M.O.M.J. Edward Samples Jr.
Lyra and Nick had received a tip that the girl had been seen near the corner of Harlow and Mill street in Toxteth. Nick new the area and was afraid of what they might find. There was an alley known as the feed. It was an urban legend that anyone who dared walk into the alley on a moonless night would never walk out. Few had dared. Fewer were ever seen again and Nick knew why.
Vampires were the biggest guarded secret in the ministry of magic. They were a terror that most muggles feared half as much as most Witches and wizards did. There was a small nest of them that served an old Vampire Lord named Malachai. It was said he was three thousand years old and impossible to kill. If anything had happened to the girl caused by one of his own Malichai would know about it.
It was midnight on the start of the third day when Lyra and Nick arrived at the entrance to the alley way. Some ladies of the night hovered by the entrance to the alley and attempted to summon the officers in.
"Vampires?" Lyra asked.
"Yes." Nick said. "Don't pull your wand. We have to use tact here i'm affraid unless things go south."
"Then what?" Lyra asked.
"Wands out and Lumos Solem anything that moves!" Nick smirked.
The vampire women of Liverpool moved in closer. Lyra could smell the rot and death on them, even through their cheap perfumes.
"We seek audience with your master." Nick said sternly.
The vampires backed off. One disappeared into the darkness of the alley. It was less than a minute before she emerged. A large pale hand extended from the darkness, summoning the aurers forth.
"This is it rookie." Nick said. "Head down, walk in backwards and say nothing unless it asks you specifically and directly."
"Anything else boss man?" Lyra asked.
"Ya no wise cracks and what ever you do don't look at the damn thing. It will kill you on sight."
Lyra and Nick walked backwards, heads down into the alley which seemed unnaturally dark considering their proximity to the street light in front. This was a very old custom showing fear and respect to the master vampire. The air felt still and the dank smell of rotting flesh hung in the cool night air.
"You show me honour in the old ways." A voice hissed around them. "You are magical but do not carry wands. A foolish sign of trust. You, the fat man, who are you and what do you want?"
"I am Senior Detective Inspector Nicholas Owlmore of the Ministry of Magical Justice aurers division. I am assigned to the case of a missing girl named Angel Affenell. I have reason to believe she was in this vacinity a few nights ago and need to know if your minions took her."
"Show me the picture you have of her." The voice said.
Lyra pulled the picture from her pocket and held it up high above her head. Long pale claws, the length of four wands laid end to end, picked the photograph from Lyras hand.
"Ah." The master vampire cooed. "Yes. I remember her. She is with us now but not here. She works as bate in a nest in Turkey."
"I was afraid of that." Nick said.
Vampires began to slip from the shadows to near for comfort.
"We have come in peace with respect for the old ways." Nick called out. "We ask you let us leave the same way."
"Request denied." The master vampire hissed.
Nick and Lyra slipped their wands from the sleeves of their coats spinning the wood in their hands so as to point them back and to the sides.
"Lumos Solem!" Both aurers cast heavy streams of sun light beaming from their wands.
Vampires screamed as they burst into flame. Lyra turned the spell forward burning every vampire in sight. Nick cast Bombarda behind as he ran attempting to hold back the vampire master.
Lyras feet reached the side walk. Vampires reached from the sides and grabbed her. Even through the sleeves of her long coat, their touch was like ice.
Lyra blasted one group with light. Another vampire came at her mouth open ready to bite. Lyra struck the creature hard to the side of her elbow breaking its jaw clean off. The light blasted from her wand frying the jawless vampire as Nick reached the pavement. The pair turned and started casting brilliant light into the dark alley way. The master vampire had fled.
"So." Lyra said. "I brought back the jaw to the ministry. We were able to give a sample to the muggle police for identification closing an old missing persons case."
"What about the girl?" Gideon Barnswoggle asked.
"I'll bet that's her skull in the other case." Penny Lane-Warrol laughed.
"Tonight's assignment." Lyra said writing on the chalk board. "Read chapter 22 of your DADA text books. Then find me three other ways vampires are classically killed."
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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.
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.