Man in the Mirror
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 5
The rain poured down on the sad looking woman that walked along the side of the country road looking very much like a drowned rat. Her long black hair hung on her already soaking wet shoulders. A lorry drove past her and pulled to the side of the road ahead of her.
The driver rolled down the passenger window as the woman walked up. It was so wet an cold out anyone would be thankful for a ride. He was hoping this pretty thing would be very thankful. "Where you headed sweet heart?"
"To find out what went wrong." Korona Portemp smiled.
"And where would that be?" The lorry driver smiled playfully.
"Whales." Korona said.
"I'm going as far as London." The driver said. "You can easily find a ride from there."
"That would be great." Korona smiled opening the lorry door and climbing in.
She hated being nice to these muggles who normally she would have simply forced to do her bidding. Now that someone had bound her, and all of her powers were gone, she had very little choice but do what ever it took to get what she needed. Though there were times like these, when a greasy dirty muggle placed its hand on her damp knee, that she was happy that she carried a very large and very sharp dagger.
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Defence Against the Dark Arts always held Sasporillas interest. Especially after the dangers she'd faced over all her short years.
Professor Amari sat in the lotus position on a flying carpet, hovering five feet off the floor, at the front of the room. When the clock hit One P.M. her eyes opened. The carpet fluttered to the floor. The older middle eastern woman stepped off and waved her hand. The carpet rolled up and put itself away in the cupboard.
"You all know nothing about the true dark arts." Professor Amari said intensely in her smokey voice. "No matter what you have seen, who you have fought or what you have been taught, you know nothing of the true nature of black magic. Ancient, evil and dark. Magic used only to inflict pain and destroy lives like the curses you've seen are nothing in comparison to the magic that pulls you into its shadow, fills your sould with darkness and leaves you hollowed of everything good about you but filled with power."
Three students lost control of their bladders. "Our last teacher was an aurer!" Gideon Barnswoggle laughed. "What are your qualifications?"
Professor Amari rushed his desk as if floating across the door. Shadow seemed to flow behind her. "Aurors are a necessity in your world. The brave light witches and wizards that investigate and arrest those who dabble in the dark arts. They are quaint." Professor Amari smiled. "What are my qualifications impudent child?"
Her face shifted into a ashen grey death mask with black empty eyes and a mouth full of razor sharp teeth.
"I am creature of vast darkness boy!" The woman screamed outraged. "I am Wedjat, the all seeing eye. My eyes see the truth regardless of how you try to conceal it! I am cursed to walk this miserable Earth for thousands of years to pay for the power I summoned! I have lain waste to civilizations. I have ripped the heads off your kind for less of an insult!"
Then as suddenly as she had become a monster she changed back to her normal form. Most of the students surrounded her wands drawn and pointed right at her. Professor Amari smiled coyly and licked her dry lips.
"In other words." Professor Amari said. "I am a dark witch, in that I draw my power from the dark fabric of magic. What I choose to do with my power is what distinguishes me from pathetic imposters like your lord Voldemort. Ten points from Hufflepuff for your insolence."
"I don't understand." Gideon Barnswaggle said. "No one can live for thousands of years! Not even Nicholas Flemel could have lived that long!"
"I never said I was alive." Professor Amari said with a husky chortle.
Sasporilla put her wand away and took her seat. Though everyone else was much more hesitant.
"If she was a true danger to us," Sasporilla said. ", the Headmistress wouldn't have brought her to Hogwarts."
"Very astute Mr.Bucket." Professor Amari said walking back to the front of the room as students put their wands away and took their seats.
"Miss Bucket." Sasporilla insisted. "Despite what your eyes tell you."
"My eyes tell me all." Amari smiled. "Your secrets, your pain, even the girl inside the boy, but it entertains me to rub salt in your wounds if I choose to do so."
"I understand." Sasporilla smiled. "If it causes you enjoyment Professor then by all means pound salt."
Professor Amari stepped over to Sasporillas desk. "I see we are going to be spending a lot of time together, boy. Detention."
After class Sasporilla stayed behind. Professor Amari sat behind her desk and glared at the pink haired wizard. Sasporilla debated just doing her home work but for some reason having the woman glare at her got her back up. Instead of giving in and looking away she just stared back at her defiantly.
After a full hour professor Amari stood and slammed his hands on her desk. "You are dangerously stubborn girl!"
"No." Sassy said. "I just don't give in to bullies."
"Is that what you think I am?" Amari asked walking over.
"I don't know exactly what you are." Sasporilla said honestly. "But I know you like being intimidating."
"It has it's uses." Amari smiled. "Understand that I am not your friend. I am your teacher. I am not like the other professors who like children. I do not like children. I do not like the living. I do not like the falseness of laughter, the senselessness of hope."
"You are truly a dark creature." Sasporilla snarled.
"Hateful and cruel." Amari said in her deep smokey voice. "But you were right, I am no danger to you or your classmates. I would never harm an innocent. However few are truly innocent."
"I was hoping you could explain this curse to me." Sasporilla asked. "You obviously know everything about it."
"I do." Amari said. "In my many years, I have seen it used several times. You were very lucky to have me here."
"Was I?" Sasporilla asked curiously.
"Indeed." Amari smirked. "Had I not broken your that gem you would have had only days before the spell fully absorbed it. Then the change would have been permanent. Worst of all you would start to age as fast as a dog. You would age seven years for every actual year of your life. In a decade you would likely be dead."
"Then I thank you professor Amari." Sasporilla said. "But understand this. I am also not your friend, I am a student. I don't ask that you like me but I do ask you treat me with common courtesy."
"I understand." Professor Amari said. "And I ask the same of you."
"Agreed." Sasporilla said.
"We have an accord." Amari said shaking Sasporillas hand. "Now about your curse. It is old Egyptian ritual magic. It dates back from a time before the pharos, when dark magic existed as entities, that howled on the night winds. When Egypt was lush and green and the gems needed for the curse were mined from the sides of a very old pit. They come in may colours and each has unique qualities and are used for different spells."
Amaris voice was almost hypnotic pulling Sasporilla into a vision of ancient Egypt that filled her minds eye.
"The Aenat Almawt Taghyir Aljins, is a very old ritual to humiliate then kill ones enemy."
"It's appauling." Sasporilla objected.
"Most curses are child." The professor said.
The clock ticked loudly as they sat looking at each other. "Your detention is over. Go now."
The rain poured down on the sad looking woman that walked along the side of the country road looking very much like a drowned rat. Her long black hair hung on her already soaking wet shoulders. A lorry drove past her and pulled to the side of the road ahead of her.
The driver rolled down the passenger window as the woman walked up. It was so wet an cold out anyone would be thankful for a ride. He was hoping this pretty thing would be very thankful. "Where you headed sweet heart?"
"To find out what went wrong." Korona Portemp smiled.
"And where would that be?" The lorry driver smiled playfully.
"Whales." Korona said.
"I'm going as far as London." The driver said. "You can easily find a ride from there."
"That would be great." Korona smiled opening the lorry door and climbing in.
She hated being nice to these muggles who normally she would have simply forced to do her bidding. Now that someone had bound her, and all of her powers were gone, she had very little choice but do what ever it took to get what she needed. Though there were times like these, when a greasy dirty muggle placed its hand on her damp knee, that she was happy that she carried a very large and very sharp dagger.
***********
Defence Against the Dark Arts always held Sasporillas interest. Especially after the dangers she'd faced over all her short years.
Professor Amari sat in the lotus position on a flying carpet, hovering five feet off the floor, at the front of the room. When the clock hit One P.M. her eyes opened. The carpet fluttered to the floor. The older middle eastern woman stepped off and waved her hand. The carpet rolled up and put itself away in the cupboard.
"You all know nothing about the true dark arts." Professor Amari said intensely in her smokey voice. "No matter what you have seen, who you have fought or what you have been taught, you know nothing of the true nature of black magic. Ancient, evil and dark. Magic used only to inflict pain and destroy lives like the curses you've seen are nothing in comparison to the magic that pulls you into its shadow, fills your sould with darkness and leaves you hollowed of everything good about you but filled with power."
Three students lost control of their bladders. "Our last teacher was an aurer!" Gideon Barnswoggle laughed. "What are your qualifications?"
Professor Amari rushed his desk as if floating across the door. Shadow seemed to flow behind her. "Aurors are a necessity in your world. The brave light witches and wizards that investigate and arrest those who dabble in the dark arts. They are quaint." Professor Amari smiled. "What are my qualifications impudent child?"
Her face shifted into a ashen grey death mask with black empty eyes and a mouth full of razor sharp teeth.
"I am creature of vast darkness boy!" The woman screamed outraged. "I am Wedjat, the all seeing eye. My eyes see the truth regardless of how you try to conceal it! I am cursed to walk this miserable Earth for thousands of years to pay for the power I summoned! I have lain waste to civilizations. I have ripped the heads off your kind for less of an insult!"
Then as suddenly as she had become a monster she changed back to her normal form. Most of the students surrounded her wands drawn and pointed right at her. Professor Amari smiled coyly and licked her dry lips.
"In other words." Professor Amari said. "I am a dark witch, in that I draw my power from the dark fabric of magic. What I choose to do with my power is what distinguishes me from pathetic imposters like your lord Voldemort. Ten points from Hufflepuff for your insolence."
"I don't understand." Gideon Barnswaggle said. "No one can live for thousands of years! Not even Nicholas Flemel could have lived that long!"
"I never said I was alive." Professor Amari said with a husky chortle.
Sasporilla put her wand away and took her seat. Though everyone else was much more hesitant.
"If she was a true danger to us," Sasporilla said. ", the Headmistress wouldn't have brought her to Hogwarts."
"Very astute Mr.Bucket." Professor Amari said walking back to the front of the room as students put their wands away and took their seats.
"Miss Bucket." Sasporilla insisted. "Despite what your eyes tell you."
"My eyes tell me all." Amari smiled. "Your secrets, your pain, even the girl inside the boy, but it entertains me to rub salt in your wounds if I choose to do so."
"I understand." Sasporilla smiled. "If it causes you enjoyment Professor then by all means pound salt."
Professor Amari stepped over to Sasporillas desk. "I see we are going to be spending a lot of time together, boy. Detention."
After class Sasporilla stayed behind. Professor Amari sat behind her desk and glared at the pink haired wizard. Sasporilla debated just doing her home work but for some reason having the woman glare at her got her back up. Instead of giving in and looking away she just stared back at her defiantly.
After a full hour professor Amari stood and slammed his hands on her desk. "You are dangerously stubborn girl!"
"No." Sassy said. "I just don't give in to bullies."
"Is that what you think I am?" Amari asked walking over.
"I don't know exactly what you are." Sasporilla said honestly. "But I know you like being intimidating."
"It has it's uses." Amari smiled. "Understand that I am not your friend. I am your teacher. I am not like the other professors who like children. I do not like children. I do not like the living. I do not like the falseness of laughter, the senselessness of hope."
"You are truly a dark creature." Sasporilla snarled.
"Hateful and cruel." Amari said in her deep smokey voice. "But you were right, I am no danger to you or your classmates. I would never harm an innocent. However few are truly innocent."
"I was hoping you could explain this curse to me." Sasporilla asked. "You obviously know everything about it."
"I do." Amari said. "In my many years, I have seen it used several times. You were very lucky to have me here."
"Was I?" Sasporilla asked curiously.
"Indeed." Amari smirked. "Had I not broken your that gem you would have had only days before the spell fully absorbed it. Then the change would have been permanent. Worst of all you would start to age as fast as a dog. You would age seven years for every actual year of your life. In a decade you would likely be dead."
"Then I thank you professor Amari." Sasporilla said. "But understand this. I am also not your friend, I am a student. I don't ask that you like me but I do ask you treat me with common courtesy."
"I understand." Professor Amari said. "And I ask the same of you."
"Agreed." Sasporilla said.
"We have an accord." Amari said shaking Sasporillas hand. "Now about your curse. It is old Egyptian ritual magic. It dates back from a time before the pharos, when dark magic existed as entities, that howled on the night winds. When Egypt was lush and green and the gems needed for the curse were mined from the sides of a very old pit. They come in may colours and each has unique qualities and are used for different spells."
Amaris voice was almost hypnotic pulling Sasporilla into a vision of ancient Egypt that filled her minds eye.
"The Aenat Almawt Taghyir Aljins, is a very old ritual to humiliate then kill ones enemy."
"It's appauling." Sasporilla objected.
"Most curses are child." The professor said.
The clock ticked loudly as they sat looking at each other. "Your detention is over. Go now."
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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.