In Through the Out Door
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 30
Sasporilla awoke cold and sore. Her eyes fluttered open to meet the light which felt blinding and did nothing for the pounding ache in her head. As she sat up it became very apparent that although she could see the sky and land around her, that she was covered by something. A large piece of fabric slipped down off of her. It took on the general look of the ground she sat on, still covering her legs.
Sasporilla found herself in a cow pasture. A near by cow looked at her surprised then went back to chewing a mouthful of grass. Sasporilla stood up shakily as she tried to get her bearings. She was about five hundred feet from her caravan. The only caravan left in the area. Where was everyone?
As Sassy staggered back to the caravan dragging the camouflage blanket. She started to see flashes of the attack. Memories bouncing in and out of her consciousness. The blast that threw her. Where were the Sara's?
Sasporilla reached her caravan and walked inside. Everything looked fine. Some how, in the middle of an all out broomer war, her brooms caravan had survived. Sassy was starved and grabbed an orange from the last of her fresh fruit supplies. Her ears started to ring. It was the first time she realized that she hadn't heard anything since she awoke.
Sasporillas nose started to tingle and she sneezed clearing her ears.
Someone knocked at the door. Sasporilla dree her wand as she walked unsteadily over.
"Who is it?" She asked.
"It's Charles Pendragon." The familiar voice said. "Glad to see you're up. I was getting worried."
Sasporilla opened the door. It was indeed the broomer she had met on the first day of the festival.
"How are you feeling?" Charles asked.
"Everything hurts." Sassy said. "Especially my head."
"You probably have a concussion." Charles Pendragon said. "We need to get you to a doctor. Do you think you can fly?"
"I honestly don't know." Sassy smiled weakly. "I'll try."
They went outside, Charles folded up the camouflage tarp and stuffed it back in his saddle bag.
"It was you who covered me up?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes." Charles smiled. "After attacks my club restored this pasture back to its original state. The Sara's thought you'd been blown to bits and considering the danger Lolly and Penny are now in, they didn't dare spend the time looking for you. I found you under the rubble of a leather work stand. So I covered you with my camo tarp and kept checking on you. Couldn't put you inside your caravan without an invitation. By the way, you may want to revoke entry for all people you've invited in, in the past."
"Ok thanks." Sasporilla said her head swimming as she popped open the end cap of her broom, withdrawing the caravan inside it. Sasporilla sat her broom and ready herself for flight. She was about ten feet in the air when everything went black.
Sassy awoke in a bed with clean white linens and women walking around in uniforms. She knew what this place was she just couldn't quite pick it out through the fog in her brain. People were speaking in some foreign language. What was that spell to understand foreign tongues?
Sasporilla couldn't think. She snapped her fingers and all voices became clear. They talked of patients recovering from various illnesses and injuries. They discussed medications and feeding. It was then Sasporilla realized she was in a hospital. She looked around and saw her broom, standing next to the night stand on which her wand sat. Sassy was dressed in a pink gown and her head was bandaged. She sat up in bed feeling a bit woozy.
"You need to lay still young lady." The nurse smiled. "You had a nasty bump on the head."
"Where am I?" Sasporilla asked.
"You're in the St.Jangouts Hospital Amsterdam." The nurse smiled. "You were brought in by a young man who paid for your care and left."
"Pendragon." Sasporilla smiled.
"Now you rest and the doctor will be in to check on you shortly." The nurse smiled as Sasporilla sunk back into the comfortable bed.
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An owl landed on the kitchen window sill at number four Castle Road. Nick Owlmore opened the window and took the message.
Dear Mr.Owlmore;
I am a friend of Sasporillas, my name is Penny. I'm sorry to say Sasporilla Bucket passed away in an explosion at the Broomapalooza in Germany. I'm sorry, we couldn't find anything left of her to send home."
Penny Lane-Warrol
Nick was both amused and confused. He walked to the bottom of the kitchen stairs and yelled up. "Sasporilla? Did you die in an explosion in Germany?"
"Yes!" Sassy yelled down laughing.
"I just got the strangest letter!" Nick said looking at the parchment again.
Sasporilla came down stairs and snatched from his fingers. My how she was growing he thought. She was the same size as her mum was. Bit fuller in some spots and smaller in others but she was definitely growing up.
"This is from my friend Penny." Sasporilla laughed. "She's such a joker, thought this could be in bad taste if I hadn't been at home when you received it. I'll write her back."
"Tell her from me she's warped and twisted." Nick shouted after Sasporilla as she ran up the steps to her room.
Sasporilla flopped onto her bed, pulled out her stationary and quill and wrote back to Penny.
Dear Penny;
I'm fine. I can't explain much but Pendragon found me in the rubble after you lot left and he got me to a hospital in Amsterdam, St.Jangouts. I'll be out in a few days. Might head home or might continue on, haven't decided yet.
Sasporilla
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Sassy was in hospital for three days. She was looking forward to getting released. She was still trying to make up her mind what to do next. She couldn't go home and there was still so much she wanted to do and to see. So Sasporilla Bucket went site seeing.
She wandered around Amsterdam taking in the sites and sounds of the delightful capital city while quite purposefully avoiding the cities famous seamier side. She saw the canals and saw art by Vangogh.
As the day wore on she took to the sky and found a good spot, in a forest clearing by a lake north of the city center, to set up camp for the night. This gave her the chance to throw away some stale food and get some of her money out. In the morning she would pick up some more supplies for her trip as she had decided go continue on.
She flew to Italy and Greece. Taking in the wonders of the ancient world and the great works of muggle artists like Michael Angelo and Divinci. She stood where great philosophers had stood thousands of years before and pondered the meaning of existence.
Sasporillas journey took her through war torn areas of the middle east that showed her clearly how in humane, people could be to one another. She traveled to Egypt and saw the great Pyramids. She camped in the desert and pondered her feelings, which as of late she simply had not given herself the luxury of.
Sasporilla spoke to lions and gorillas in Africa. She tangled with tigers and cobras in India. She flew through the mountains of Tibet an along the great wall of China. Sassy had Sushi in Tokyo and camped in Tunguska. Muggles never knew the great Tunguska blast had been the result of one of the greatest Wizarding duels of all time. A duel between Nicholas Flemmel and Ivan Rokkarov over secrets of alchemy.
Sasporilla flew across the Bering straight to enjoy fresh crab in Alaska. She saw the rocky mountains and enjoyed a big steak at a restaurant in Calgary. Sassy spent a delightful week in a small prairie town just chatting with an old man who called everyone Jack Ass!
Sasporilla experienced baseball at a game in Toronto, where she sat above the open domed stadium on her broom, eating a hot dog and sipping cold orange soda. Sassy dipped down to New York city where she saw the Empire State building and spent the day walking around Time Square. She enjoyed poutine in Quebec, and fresh lobster in Nova Scotia.
The chilly nights in the stark terrain of green land gave Sasporilla time to think about losing Korrys love to Madrigal Neelander. She sat around the camp fire debating love, loss and loneliness. She was far from alone in this world. She had good friends and lots of people who loved her. She knew there were plenty of fish in the sea but she was truly not a fisherman. If another boy ever came around that showed as much interest in her as she did in him then maybe she would finally find true love like Karry and Zac seemed to. She wondered what they were doing right now. She blushed, put out the fire and headed to bed.
Iceland offered a welcome nights stop over as she continued on her way home. She made it to the Scottish outer Hebrides by night fall the next day and arrived at Hogwarts a few days early for the next years classes.
Of course the next year for Sasporilla Bucket was going to be the same as year as the one she had just done. A small trunk was left in the room of requirement for her by Professor McGonagall. Inside were some musty Hufflepuff robes, the school supplies and books she would need for the fifth year of study and that horrendous black troll hair wig. She was indeed to be the weird girl at the end of the hall who never spoke.
She put on the robes and the wig as a doorway formed in the wall before her. Levitating her trunk through first, she stepped through the out door, into her own past year, to spend what had been her fourth year, catching up on her fifth year.
Sasporilla awoke cold and sore. Her eyes fluttered open to meet the light which felt blinding and did nothing for the pounding ache in her head. As she sat up it became very apparent that although she could see the sky and land around her, that she was covered by something. A large piece of fabric slipped down off of her. It took on the general look of the ground she sat on, still covering her legs.
Sasporilla found herself in a cow pasture. A near by cow looked at her surprised then went back to chewing a mouthful of grass. Sasporilla stood up shakily as she tried to get her bearings. She was about five hundred feet from her caravan. The only caravan left in the area. Where was everyone?
As Sassy staggered back to the caravan dragging the camouflage blanket. She started to see flashes of the attack. Memories bouncing in and out of her consciousness. The blast that threw her. Where were the Sara's?
Sasporilla reached her caravan and walked inside. Everything looked fine. Some how, in the middle of an all out broomer war, her brooms caravan had survived. Sassy was starved and grabbed an orange from the last of her fresh fruit supplies. Her ears started to ring. It was the first time she realized that she hadn't heard anything since she awoke.
Sasporillas nose started to tingle and she sneezed clearing her ears.
Someone knocked at the door. Sasporilla dree her wand as she walked unsteadily over.
"Who is it?" She asked.
"It's Charles Pendragon." The familiar voice said. "Glad to see you're up. I was getting worried."
Sasporilla opened the door. It was indeed the broomer she had met on the first day of the festival.
"How are you feeling?" Charles asked.
"Everything hurts." Sassy said. "Especially my head."
"You probably have a concussion." Charles Pendragon said. "We need to get you to a doctor. Do you think you can fly?"
"I honestly don't know." Sassy smiled weakly. "I'll try."
They went outside, Charles folded up the camouflage tarp and stuffed it back in his saddle bag.
"It was you who covered me up?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes." Charles smiled. "After attacks my club restored this pasture back to its original state. The Sara's thought you'd been blown to bits and considering the danger Lolly and Penny are now in, they didn't dare spend the time looking for you. I found you under the rubble of a leather work stand. So I covered you with my camo tarp and kept checking on you. Couldn't put you inside your caravan without an invitation. By the way, you may want to revoke entry for all people you've invited in, in the past."
"Ok thanks." Sasporilla said her head swimming as she popped open the end cap of her broom, withdrawing the caravan inside it. Sasporilla sat her broom and ready herself for flight. She was about ten feet in the air when everything went black.
Sassy awoke in a bed with clean white linens and women walking around in uniforms. She knew what this place was she just couldn't quite pick it out through the fog in her brain. People were speaking in some foreign language. What was that spell to understand foreign tongues?
Sasporilla couldn't think. She snapped her fingers and all voices became clear. They talked of patients recovering from various illnesses and injuries. They discussed medications and feeding. It was then Sasporilla realized she was in a hospital. She looked around and saw her broom, standing next to the night stand on which her wand sat. Sassy was dressed in a pink gown and her head was bandaged. She sat up in bed feeling a bit woozy.
"You need to lay still young lady." The nurse smiled. "You had a nasty bump on the head."
"Where am I?" Sasporilla asked.
"You're in the St.Jangouts Hospital Amsterdam." The nurse smiled. "You were brought in by a young man who paid for your care and left."
"Pendragon." Sasporilla smiled.
"Now you rest and the doctor will be in to check on you shortly." The nurse smiled as Sasporilla sunk back into the comfortable bed.
*********************
An owl landed on the kitchen window sill at number four Castle Road. Nick Owlmore opened the window and took the message.
Dear Mr.Owlmore;
I am a friend of Sasporillas, my name is Penny. I'm sorry to say Sasporilla Bucket passed away in an explosion at the Broomapalooza in Germany. I'm sorry, we couldn't find anything left of her to send home."
Penny Lane-Warrol
Nick was both amused and confused. He walked to the bottom of the kitchen stairs and yelled up. "Sasporilla? Did you die in an explosion in Germany?"
"Yes!" Sassy yelled down laughing.
"I just got the strangest letter!" Nick said looking at the parchment again.
Sasporilla came down stairs and snatched from his fingers. My how she was growing he thought. She was the same size as her mum was. Bit fuller in some spots and smaller in others but she was definitely growing up.
"This is from my friend Penny." Sasporilla laughed. "She's such a joker, thought this could be in bad taste if I hadn't been at home when you received it. I'll write her back."
"Tell her from me she's warped and twisted." Nick shouted after Sasporilla as she ran up the steps to her room.
Sasporilla flopped onto her bed, pulled out her stationary and quill and wrote back to Penny.
Dear Penny;
I'm fine. I can't explain much but Pendragon found me in the rubble after you lot left and he got me to a hospital in Amsterdam, St.Jangouts. I'll be out in a few days. Might head home or might continue on, haven't decided yet.
Sasporilla
*********************
Sassy was in hospital for three days. She was looking forward to getting released. She was still trying to make up her mind what to do next. She couldn't go home and there was still so much she wanted to do and to see. So Sasporilla Bucket went site seeing.
She wandered around Amsterdam taking in the sites and sounds of the delightful capital city while quite purposefully avoiding the cities famous seamier side. She saw the canals and saw art by Vangogh.
As the day wore on she took to the sky and found a good spot, in a forest clearing by a lake north of the city center, to set up camp for the night. This gave her the chance to throw away some stale food and get some of her money out. In the morning she would pick up some more supplies for her trip as she had decided go continue on.
She flew to Italy and Greece. Taking in the wonders of the ancient world and the great works of muggle artists like Michael Angelo and Divinci. She stood where great philosophers had stood thousands of years before and pondered the meaning of existence.
Sasporillas journey took her through war torn areas of the middle east that showed her clearly how in humane, people could be to one another. She traveled to Egypt and saw the great Pyramids. She camped in the desert and pondered her feelings, which as of late she simply had not given herself the luxury of.
Sasporilla spoke to lions and gorillas in Africa. She tangled with tigers and cobras in India. She flew through the mountains of Tibet an along the great wall of China. Sassy had Sushi in Tokyo and camped in Tunguska. Muggles never knew the great Tunguska blast had been the result of one of the greatest Wizarding duels of all time. A duel between Nicholas Flemmel and Ivan Rokkarov over secrets of alchemy.
Sasporilla flew across the Bering straight to enjoy fresh crab in Alaska. She saw the rocky mountains and enjoyed a big steak at a restaurant in Calgary. Sassy spent a delightful week in a small prairie town just chatting with an old man who called everyone Jack Ass!
Sasporilla experienced baseball at a game in Toronto, where she sat above the open domed stadium on her broom, eating a hot dog and sipping cold orange soda. Sassy dipped down to New York city where she saw the Empire State building and spent the day walking around Time Square. She enjoyed poutine in Quebec, and fresh lobster in Nova Scotia.
The chilly nights in the stark terrain of green land gave Sasporilla time to think about losing Korrys love to Madrigal Neelander. She sat around the camp fire debating love, loss and loneliness. She was far from alone in this world. She had good friends and lots of people who loved her. She knew there were plenty of fish in the sea but she was truly not a fisherman. If another boy ever came around that showed as much interest in her as she did in him then maybe she would finally find true love like Karry and Zac seemed to. She wondered what they were doing right now. She blushed, put out the fire and headed to bed.
Iceland offered a welcome nights stop over as she continued on her way home. She made it to the Scottish outer Hebrides by night fall the next day and arrived at Hogwarts a few days early for the next years classes.
Of course the next year for Sasporilla Bucket was going to be the same as year as the one she had just done. A small trunk was left in the room of requirement for her by Professor McGonagall. Inside were some musty Hufflepuff robes, the school supplies and books she would need for the fifth year of study and that horrendous black troll hair wig. She was indeed to be the weird girl at the end of the hall who never spoke.
She put on the robes and the wig as a doorway formed in the wall before her. Levitating her trunk through first, she stepped through the out door, into her own past year, to spend what had been her fourth year, catching up on her fifth year.
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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.