NATURAL SELECTION
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 10
4:30 am the alarm went off on Sasporilla's bedside table. Gooseberry jumped and chattered.
"What is it? What is it?" Gooseberry yelled covering her sensitive ears.
Sasporilla sat up and looked around. Where was she? Hogwarts. I'm still dressed? Must have fallen asleep in my clothes. What's that noise? The alarm clock. What time is it. Four thirty.
"Four thirty?!" Sasporilla exclaimed and laid back down. The sun wasn't even up yet. Who would set an alrm for that hour of the morning.
It wasn't long until her eyes shot back open. Four thirty? Now almost quarter to four! She had to report to the kitchens.
As fast as she could, Sasporilla washed up, brushed her teeth, got dressed in her uniform and house robes. She had a heck of a time doing up her tie. Lucky that Gooseberry seemed how to tie a double Windsor knot.
It was 5am exactly when Sasporilla burst into the kitchen. An old house elf wearing an apron walked up to her.
"Sasporilla Bucket? Right on time I see." Drooble the head house elf said. "I like punctuality in a witch. Follow me."
The kitchen was alive with house elves doing every job imaginable from cooking to washing up.
"Can you cook?" Drooble asked.
"No sir." Sasporilla said.
Drooble turned and looked at Sasporilla both touched and surprised. No young witch or wizard had ever called him sir. So few talked to house elves at all and then with no respect.
"Not even scrambled eggs?" Drooble asked.
"I saw mum make them once." Sasporilla smiled.
"Well let's see how you do with that task." Drooble snapped his fingers and Sasporilla spun around and when she stopped, was dressed in some old jeans and a sweat shirt with an apron tied around her waist.
"Best to wear these to work in. Don't want to get your robes dirty."
Drooble lead her to a counter marked 'Egg Cracking Station' with spiral chutes which ran down into buckets below. Several house elves snapped there fingers levitating eggs from trays and cracking them above the chute. The eggs ran down into the buckets where the eggs were whisked. The shells tossed into a grinder where they were mulched for the grounds keepers use.
"Can you do that?" Drooble asked Sasporilla.
Always willing to try, Sasporilla stepped forward, grabbed an egg from the tray and struck it gently on the counter. Then struck it harder causing egg and shell to pour from her hand and down the chute. The chute shifted sideways and a small mechanical arm plucked the shell from the egg which then ran down into a bucket. Sasporilla looked but there was nothing to whisk with.
"No", Drooble instead, "use your wand."
Sasporilla drew her wand, dipped in the bucket, and began to stir.
"No miss!" Drooble yelled in horror as Sasporilla withdrew her wand from the Bucket. "I meant use spells to do that."
"I'm sorry." Sasporilla said looking ashamed. "But I don't know how to do magic. I haven't learned any spells yet. This is my first day."
Drooble was aghast. A humble witch that apologized to an elf for her lack of knowledge? A first year sent to the kitchens? What was going on? Then he saw the wand.
"Oh." Drooble smiled. "I didn't understand."
Sasporilla was confused. "Didn't understand sir?"
Drooble took her hand gently as egg dripped from the tip of her wand. "My dear, you were sent to us to be taught the old ways."
"Old ways." Sasporilla asked.
"Natural magic." Drooble smiled. "The magic that flows from the heart of nature. From life itself."
Drooble held up Sasporilla's hand. The tip of her wand began to glow brightly.
"Everyone." Drooble yelled. "Everyone give me your attention please!"
The house elves all stopped what they were doing and turned towards the head house elf and the young witch.
"This is Sasporilla Bucket, Our new kitchen witch."
Some of the house elves waved quietly, most just wondered why the interruption and wanted to get back to work.
"She has elvish blood in her veins." Drooble said making many pointy ears perk up. "She seems kind and respectful so understand she is to be given all the instruction and help we can give her."
The house elves cheered. Sasporilla stood there more confused than ever. She leaned down to whisper to Drooble. "I'm not part elf?"
"Ah." Droobles eyes widened as he smiled. "But you are my dear. You are. You see, some place, some time, in your lineage one of your ancestors, a witch or a wizard, loved an elf. In return natures gift of elven magic waited in your bloodline to be given to one worthy of it. The person is always kind, gentle and often humble as we have seen from you this morning."
"But who?" Sasporilla began. Mum and dad talked so little of their families.
"That we will figure out. For now we need to teach you a trick to help you in your first classes. First hold your wand out in front of you."
Sasporilla did as she was told.
"Close your eyes and forget about the wand in your hand." Drooble said.
"Now calm yourself. Think of something peaceful. Got it."
Sasporilla nodded the tension visibly dropping from her face shoulders. "Now open your eyes and think about moving an egg to crack over the chute."
The house elves looked on with hope. Sasporilla's brow crumpled as she concentrated and began to strain her mind with worry.
"Calm." All the elves said.
Sasporilla closed her eyes once more and calmed herself. She pictured home and her mum. The elves gasped. As she opened her eyes she saw the eggs, all of the eggs, floating above the counter.
"I did it!" Sasporilla yelled loosing both calm and concentration.
All the eggs dropped and broke on the counter. The house elves looked at their leader with worry, until Drooble clapped his hands together and started to laugh.
"Let's clean this up." Drooble said as house elves went to work snapping there fingers and magically cleaning the mess. Shells were separated from eggs. Eggs were whisked and breakfast ready on time as it was every morning for 1000 years at Hogwarts. Sasporilla did what she could, practicing her calm, picking up one egg and cracking it or twirling the whisk with magic. Suddenly magic started feeling very natural to her.
"Now," Drooble said, "understand that a lot of what the others are taught will not apply to you. They need their wands and potions. In a very short time you will not! As you learn their ways you will be taught to say words of power. They are words that help the wizard mind shape magic. If it helps you say them or think them in an animal tongue. Soon you will be able to do magic as simple as this."
With a snap of his fingers, Sasporilla appeared in her seat at the breakfast table, in the Hogwarts great hall. She was all dressed in her uniform and school robes.
"Where did you come from?" Susan Bones asked startled by her sudden appearance.
"I was working in the kitchens helping to make breakfast." Sasporilla smiled. "How are the eggs?"
4:30 am the alarm went off on Sasporilla's bedside table. Gooseberry jumped and chattered.
"What is it? What is it?" Gooseberry yelled covering her sensitive ears.
Sasporilla sat up and looked around. Where was she? Hogwarts. I'm still dressed? Must have fallen asleep in my clothes. What's that noise? The alarm clock. What time is it. Four thirty.
"Four thirty?!" Sasporilla exclaimed and laid back down. The sun wasn't even up yet. Who would set an alrm for that hour of the morning.
It wasn't long until her eyes shot back open. Four thirty? Now almost quarter to four! She had to report to the kitchens.
As fast as she could, Sasporilla washed up, brushed her teeth, got dressed in her uniform and house robes. She had a heck of a time doing up her tie. Lucky that Gooseberry seemed how to tie a double Windsor knot.
It was 5am exactly when Sasporilla burst into the kitchen. An old house elf wearing an apron walked up to her.
"Sasporilla Bucket? Right on time I see." Drooble the head house elf said. "I like punctuality in a witch. Follow me."
The kitchen was alive with house elves doing every job imaginable from cooking to washing up.
"Can you cook?" Drooble asked.
"No sir." Sasporilla said.
Drooble turned and looked at Sasporilla both touched and surprised. No young witch or wizard had ever called him sir. So few talked to house elves at all and then with no respect.
"Not even scrambled eggs?" Drooble asked.
"I saw mum make them once." Sasporilla smiled.
"Well let's see how you do with that task." Drooble snapped his fingers and Sasporilla spun around and when she stopped, was dressed in some old jeans and a sweat shirt with an apron tied around her waist.
"Best to wear these to work in. Don't want to get your robes dirty."
Drooble lead her to a counter marked 'Egg Cracking Station' with spiral chutes which ran down into buckets below. Several house elves snapped there fingers levitating eggs from trays and cracking them above the chute. The eggs ran down into the buckets where the eggs were whisked. The shells tossed into a grinder where they were mulched for the grounds keepers use.
"Can you do that?" Drooble asked Sasporilla.
Always willing to try, Sasporilla stepped forward, grabbed an egg from the tray and struck it gently on the counter. Then struck it harder causing egg and shell to pour from her hand and down the chute. The chute shifted sideways and a small mechanical arm plucked the shell from the egg which then ran down into a bucket. Sasporilla looked but there was nothing to whisk with.
"No", Drooble instead, "use your wand."
Sasporilla drew her wand, dipped in the bucket, and began to stir.
"No miss!" Drooble yelled in horror as Sasporilla withdrew her wand from the Bucket. "I meant use spells to do that."
"I'm sorry." Sasporilla said looking ashamed. "But I don't know how to do magic. I haven't learned any spells yet. This is my first day."
Drooble was aghast. A humble witch that apologized to an elf for her lack of knowledge? A first year sent to the kitchens? What was going on? Then he saw the wand.
"Oh." Drooble smiled. "I didn't understand."
Sasporilla was confused. "Didn't understand sir?"
Drooble took her hand gently as egg dripped from the tip of her wand. "My dear, you were sent to us to be taught the old ways."
"Old ways." Sasporilla asked.
"Natural magic." Drooble smiled. "The magic that flows from the heart of nature. From life itself."
Drooble held up Sasporilla's hand. The tip of her wand began to glow brightly.
"Everyone." Drooble yelled. "Everyone give me your attention please!"
The house elves all stopped what they were doing and turned towards the head house elf and the young witch.
"This is Sasporilla Bucket, Our new kitchen witch."
Some of the house elves waved quietly, most just wondered why the interruption and wanted to get back to work.
"She has elvish blood in her veins." Drooble said making many pointy ears perk up. "She seems kind and respectful so understand she is to be given all the instruction and help we can give her."
The house elves cheered. Sasporilla stood there more confused than ever. She leaned down to whisper to Drooble. "I'm not part elf?"
"Ah." Droobles eyes widened as he smiled. "But you are my dear. You are. You see, some place, some time, in your lineage one of your ancestors, a witch or a wizard, loved an elf. In return natures gift of elven magic waited in your bloodline to be given to one worthy of it. The person is always kind, gentle and often humble as we have seen from you this morning."
"But who?" Sasporilla began. Mum and dad talked so little of their families.
"That we will figure out. For now we need to teach you a trick to help you in your first classes. First hold your wand out in front of you."
Sasporilla did as she was told.
"Close your eyes and forget about the wand in your hand." Drooble said.
"Now calm yourself. Think of something peaceful. Got it."
Sasporilla nodded the tension visibly dropping from her face shoulders. "Now open your eyes and think about moving an egg to crack over the chute."
The house elves looked on with hope. Sasporilla's brow crumpled as she concentrated and began to strain her mind with worry.
"Calm." All the elves said.
Sasporilla closed her eyes once more and calmed herself. She pictured home and her mum. The elves gasped. As she opened her eyes she saw the eggs, all of the eggs, floating above the counter.
"I did it!" Sasporilla yelled loosing both calm and concentration.
All the eggs dropped and broke on the counter. The house elves looked at their leader with worry, until Drooble clapped his hands together and started to laugh.
"Let's clean this up." Drooble said as house elves went to work snapping there fingers and magically cleaning the mess. Shells were separated from eggs. Eggs were whisked and breakfast ready on time as it was every morning for 1000 years at Hogwarts. Sasporilla did what she could, practicing her calm, picking up one egg and cracking it or twirling the whisk with magic. Suddenly magic started feeling very natural to her.
"Now," Drooble said, "understand that a lot of what the others are taught will not apply to you. They need their wands and potions. In a very short time you will not! As you learn their ways you will be taught to say words of power. They are words that help the wizard mind shape magic. If it helps you say them or think them in an animal tongue. Soon you will be able to do magic as simple as this."
With a snap of his fingers, Sasporilla appeared in her seat at the breakfast table, in the Hogwarts great hall. She was all dressed in her uniform and school robes.
"Where did you come from?" Susan Bones asked startled by her sudden appearance.
"I was working in the kitchens helping to make breakfast." Sasporilla smiled. "How are the eggs?"
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.