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 13
Sasporilla reported to Mr.Filch in his office after supper. The grumpy looking old man sat in a chair by a small table, surrounded by boxes and piles of objects that he had taken away from students over the years.
"You're the Bucket girl?" Mr.Filch asked.
"Yes sir." Sasporilla said.
Mr.Filch liked being called sir, but he believed the students did so more out of fear than respect. Good. Fear was useful.
"Follow me." Mr.Filch grumbled.
He prattled on about how things used to be in the old days at Hogwarts. When discipline was the order of the day and how much he enjoyed imposing it. Sasporilla followed the old caretaker through the lower halls, getting much to close to Slytherin house for her tastes. Some of the Slytherin boys were hanging around the entrance to Slytherin their house sand tarted taunting the old man for laughs.
"Hey Filchy," Crabbe shouted out. "Got yourself a new girl friend?"
"Off to your secret love nest then?" Goyle laughed and started making kissy noises with Crabbe.
"Even he wouldn't have her." Billy Bombaduck said bitterly. "Her mothers a squibb."
Sasporilla seathed inside but refused to let it out in front of so many people.
"Everything ok Mr.Filch?" The slow menacing voice of Professor Snape asked from behind the boys.
"Nothing a weeks detention wouldn't solve." Filch sneered.
"Consider them your guests." Professor Snape said looking down his nose at the surprised boys. "One days detention," Snape said relieving the boys a bit, "in the dungeons with Mr.Filch."
Professor Snape dragged the boys by their ears into the Slytherin common room and slammed the heavy wood and iron door shut.
"Come on." Mr.Filch grumbled.
"Isn't there a way to the laundry that doesn't take me past the Slytherin house?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes." Said Filch.
They continued to walk along in silence. Sasporilla waited patiently for answer but none came.
"Will you show me that route?" Sasporilla asked.
"No." Filch said stopping at the laundry door and pointed inside.
Many house elves toiled stirring mountains of dirty clothes, bedding, table cloths and napkins in huge pots of boiling water. Others hung the laundry out to dry on long lines. A warm magical breeze did the rest of the work.
"In you go lass." Filch said.
"Why won't you show me the other route." Sasporilla asked.
"Because walkin' that way will toughen you up a bit." Filch said. "Yer mums non-magical like me ya? Well most of us SQUIBBS either get beaten down b society or we get tough. I can tell by the way you are that your mum is not a fighter. You need to grow a bit o' back-bone. Now in ya go."
Mr.Filch walked away as Sasporilla stepped into the Laundry. All motion stopped. The house elves looked at her with surprise and admiration.
"Hi?" Sasporilla smiled awkwardly. "I've come to work my shift."
"Miss Bucket!" A small house elf said at her feet. "It's so nice to have you with us. I am Zerlo. Drooble has already told us of the special instruction you need. Follow me."
Zerlo lead Sasporilla through the laundry to a well of water. Next to it was a large empty pot.
"Put the water in the pot please." Zerlo said.
Sasporilla looked for a bucket or a bowl. Anything to scoop out water from the well and carry it to the pot. She saw nothing.
"I need something to move the water with sir." Sasporilla said.
"You only need 'YOU' to move the water." Zerlo smiled. "Take out your wand."
Sasporilla as she was told. She stood there with her wand. She closed her eyes and calmed herself.
"Now open your eyes and envision the water flowing from the well up into the pot. Try and feel the water as if it were a part of you."
As Sasporilla extended her feelings she felt as if she was the water and it was her. The water began to rise in thin spouts from the well and spilled over the edge of the pot until it was filled.
"Now stop." Zerlo said.
The water began to spill out on the floor.
"Stop." Zerlo said again looking up at the young witch.
Sasporilla's eyes were white. The warm breezes began to blow harder. All the waters began to flow up and out of there pots. Through the windows elves could see water spouting from the Black lake.
Zerlo ran and got a hot wet towel, freshly fallen, from rising water out of a laundry pot. A tidal wave 100 foot high formed on the far side of the Black Lake and headed for Hogwarts. The surprised look on the face of the Lakes resident giant squid was one of shock.
Zerlo slapped Sasporilla hard in the face with a the wet towel, knocking her back.
"Oy!" She shouted as the waters all fell to the floor soaking everything, including herself.
"Sorry miss," Zerlo pleaded. "But if Zerlo hadn't done that you might have been lost."
"Lost?" Sasporilla asked dripping wet.
"Yes." The house elf began. "You see, Zerlo is nature. Miss Bucket is nature. The water is nature. The air, the plants, the earth, magic, all nature. To touch nature is easy. For elves to draw magic from nature is easy. To use magic to help nature shape and heal. Easy. To get lost in the greatness and vastness of natures power, very, very easy. You were calling forth great power from nature but you were loosing you in the exchange. You have a great ability inside you, but you need to learn control, or Sasporilla Bucket will be lost."
Sasporilla looked around at all the dripping wet house elves, piles of wet clothes and puddles on the floor. "So I'm responsible for this mess?"
"Yes." Zerlo said handing her a mop. "Perhaps we will start easier with this."
Sasporilla reported to Mr.Filch in his office after supper. The grumpy looking old man sat in a chair by a small table, surrounded by boxes and piles of objects that he had taken away from students over the years.
"You're the Bucket girl?" Mr.Filch asked.
"Yes sir." Sasporilla said.
Mr.Filch liked being called sir, but he believed the students did so more out of fear than respect. Good. Fear was useful.
"Follow me." Mr.Filch grumbled.
He prattled on about how things used to be in the old days at Hogwarts. When discipline was the order of the day and how much he enjoyed imposing it. Sasporilla followed the old caretaker through the lower halls, getting much to close to Slytherin house for her tastes. Some of the Slytherin boys were hanging around the entrance to Slytherin their house sand tarted taunting the old man for laughs.
"Hey Filchy," Crabbe shouted out. "Got yourself a new girl friend?"
"Off to your secret love nest then?" Goyle laughed and started making kissy noises with Crabbe.
"Even he wouldn't have her." Billy Bombaduck said bitterly. "Her mothers a squibb."
Sasporilla seathed inside but refused to let it out in front of so many people.
"Everything ok Mr.Filch?" The slow menacing voice of Professor Snape asked from behind the boys.
"Nothing a weeks detention wouldn't solve." Filch sneered.
"Consider them your guests." Professor Snape said looking down his nose at the surprised boys. "One days detention," Snape said relieving the boys a bit, "in the dungeons with Mr.Filch."
Professor Snape dragged the boys by their ears into the Slytherin common room and slammed the heavy wood and iron door shut.
"Come on." Mr.Filch grumbled.
"Isn't there a way to the laundry that doesn't take me past the Slytherin house?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes." Said Filch.
They continued to walk along in silence. Sasporilla waited patiently for answer but none came.
"Will you show me that route?" Sasporilla asked.
"No." Filch said stopping at the laundry door and pointed inside.
Many house elves toiled stirring mountains of dirty clothes, bedding, table cloths and napkins in huge pots of boiling water. Others hung the laundry out to dry on long lines. A warm magical breeze did the rest of the work.
"In you go lass." Filch said.
"Why won't you show me the other route." Sasporilla asked.
"Because walkin' that way will toughen you up a bit." Filch said. "Yer mums non-magical like me ya? Well most of us SQUIBBS either get beaten down b society or we get tough. I can tell by the way you are that your mum is not a fighter. You need to grow a bit o' back-bone. Now in ya go."
Mr.Filch walked away as Sasporilla stepped into the Laundry. All motion stopped. The house elves looked at her with surprise and admiration.
"Hi?" Sasporilla smiled awkwardly. "I've come to work my shift."
"Miss Bucket!" A small house elf said at her feet. "It's so nice to have you with us. I am Zerlo. Drooble has already told us of the special instruction you need. Follow me."
Zerlo lead Sasporilla through the laundry to a well of water. Next to it was a large empty pot.
"Put the water in the pot please." Zerlo said.
Sasporilla looked for a bucket or a bowl. Anything to scoop out water from the well and carry it to the pot. She saw nothing.
"I need something to move the water with sir." Sasporilla said.
"You only need 'YOU' to move the water." Zerlo smiled. "Take out your wand."
Sasporilla as she was told. She stood there with her wand. She closed her eyes and calmed herself.
"Now open your eyes and envision the water flowing from the well up into the pot. Try and feel the water as if it were a part of you."
As Sasporilla extended her feelings she felt as if she was the water and it was her. The water began to rise in thin spouts from the well and spilled over the edge of the pot until it was filled.
"Now stop." Zerlo said.
The water began to spill out on the floor.
"Stop." Zerlo said again looking up at the young witch.
Sasporilla's eyes were white. The warm breezes began to blow harder. All the waters began to flow up and out of there pots. Through the windows elves could see water spouting from the Black lake.
Zerlo ran and got a hot wet towel, freshly fallen, from rising water out of a laundry pot. A tidal wave 100 foot high formed on the far side of the Black Lake and headed for Hogwarts. The surprised look on the face of the Lakes resident giant squid was one of shock.
Zerlo slapped Sasporilla hard in the face with a the wet towel, knocking her back.
"Oy!" She shouted as the waters all fell to the floor soaking everything, including herself.
"Sorry miss," Zerlo pleaded. "But if Zerlo hadn't done that you might have been lost."
"Lost?" Sasporilla asked dripping wet.
"Yes." The house elf began. "You see, Zerlo is nature. Miss Bucket is nature. The water is nature. The air, the plants, the earth, magic, all nature. To touch nature is easy. For elves to draw magic from nature is easy. To use magic to help nature shape and heal. Easy. To get lost in the greatness and vastness of natures power, very, very easy. You were calling forth great power from nature but you were loosing you in the exchange. You have a great ability inside you, but you need to learn control, or Sasporilla Bucket will be lost."
Sasporilla looked around at all the dripping wet house elves, piles of wet clothes and puddles on the floor. "So I'm responsible for this mess?"
"Yes." Zerlo said handing her a mop. "Perhaps we will start easier with this."
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.