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 6
It was quarter to three when Sasporilla, Gooseberry on her shoulder, her mum and Uncle Nick, all walked into Olivanders. Two other families with young witches and wizards were ahead of them.
"I'll be with you in a moment." Mr.Olivander assured them as a wave of a wand from the young witch sent papers flying.
The Bombaducks turned, curious to see who had come in behind them. With a reluctant smile Mrs.Bombaduck nodded to Mrs.Bucket. Wysteria waved, after all niceties must be maintained, no matter how one feels personally about someone or their family. Mayor Bombaduck, always the politician, saw an opportunity.
"Mrs.Bucket." Mayor Bombaduck smiled. "And young Saspiria."
"Sasporilla." Sasporilla said noticing Billy looking over his shoulder laughing.
"And Detective Owlmore." The mayor said shaking hands with the auror. "On the fast track to heading-up Magical Law Enforcement I hear. After that fiasco your boss had with loosing Sirius Black from Azkiban?"
"Not a job I'm looking for." Nick said shaking hands. "I'm an auror and not much of a politician."
"Well," Mayor Bombaduck smiled awkwardly, "a bright star and a shining example none the less. Excuse me, Good afternoon." With that the mayor rubbed Sasporilla's pink hair with a cheery smile and returned to his family.
Billy Bombaduck was busy trying his first wand from Mr.Olivander. Flames shot out and up. Obviously not that one. The next one made the lights dim and light come pouring in with steam through the cracks between the boards and brick. Sasporilla swore she could hear a large bell ring somewhere in the distance.
"Nope !" Mr.Olivander said grabbing the wand and waving off the effects. "Some of the French wands are dangerous in the wrong hands."
Sasporilla stared at the ceiling high shelves filled with boxes of wands. Each one hand crafted by makers such as Olivander himself. To find the perfect harmonic balance of woods, metals, crystals and magical elements to make a wand unique to that of the caster was so complex. Sasporilla had read a chapter on it once in Flourish and Blotts as she waited for her mum to finish work. The science of it all boggled her mind but it sounded so fascinating.
An explosion of papers behind the counter had Mr.Olivander looking for the next wand.
"Nice man our mayor." Wysteria Bucket said. "I voted for him."
"Not like there's been any other choice." Sasporilla said.
The next wand seemed to do the trick. The Bombaducks seemed most pleased. 9 1/3" Ash with a werewolf hair core and the cycles of the moon inlayed in silver.
Billy glared at Sasporilla as they left the shop. His gaze was one of unbridled hate. Sasporilla didn't know what she had ever done to elicit such evil attention. Perhaps he just needed a person to focus all the blame for every thing he felt was wrong in his life.
He "accidentally" bumped his shoulder hard into her arm as he passed.
"Ouch!" Sasporilla said. "Watch it."
"How dare you talk to me, trash." Billy Bombaduck snarled.
"Oy." Nick protested.
"It's our fault for standing to near the door in everyone's way." Mrs.Bucket smiled nervously urging her daughter away from the confrontation.
The Bombaducks graciously accepted the apology and left.
"What's his problem?" Nick asked.
"I think he's got a crush on Sassy." Wysteria smiled. "You know how boys can be."
"No he's just an asshole." Sasporilla said rubbing her arm.
"Language." Wysteria Bucket protested.
"Can I help you?" Mr.Olivander asked.
"Oh yes." Mrs.Bucket said shoving her daughter gently forward. "My Sasporilla needs her first wand. She's going to Hogwarts."
Mr.Olivander tried her first with a 10" Mahogany with Unicorn hair wand. One wave did nothing. He urged her to try it again. Nothing. Next he tried her with a 12 1/2" Willow and dragon heart string. A faint spark shot forward from the tip. Nothing more. For the better part of three hours Mr.Olivander searched the stacks and racks
In front and out back to find the wand for Sasporilla. They all had little to no effect when the pink haired girl waved them.
"Never in my history", Mr.Olivander said unable to hide the exasperation in his voice, "have I NOT been able to place a wand to a witch. What is your family name?"
"Bucket." Sasporilla said.
Mr.Olivander looked over the rims of his glasses at the young girl. "Bucket, yes. As in the daughter of Riddonkulous Bucket? The auror who reversed the Dementors kiss?"
"Yes." Sasporilla nodded.
"You see Miss Bucket." Mr.Olivander said as he turned and walked stiffly into the back. "A wand works very much like the lens of a telescope or a pair of glasses. It helps the witch or wizard to focus ones energy and project it."
There was silence for a few seconds replaced by the sound of shuffling and a pile of something falling over. Mr.Olivander reappeared carrying a wand on a large green leaf. "Some lenses need to be convex rather than concave as some witches or wizards draw their power from a different place them the rest of us. This wand is very old. It has had many owners and has been repaired more times than I'd care to admit."
Mr.Olivander laid the wand on the counter. "Try this one."
Sasporilla looked at it. It didn't look like much. A well used wooden wand mounted in a warn brass handle. Gooseberry jumped up and down excitedly on her shoulder with approval. Sasporilla picked up the wand. Her hair blew about as air spiraled around her. A small ray of light seemed to shine on her.
"That's the one!" Mr.Olivander said. "I wondered why it made its way back here again. It was obviously meant for you child."
"What is it made of?" Sasporilla asked.
"This wand my dear is 10 3/4" Butterfly wood with a brass handle. Its core is what makes it special. You see this type of wand is a CONFLICATOR, and can only be used by a very rare breed of witch or wizard. It's core is Basilisk Venom and Phoenix tear encased in a rose quartz vessel. It also has another quality that makes it unique. It's owner, to truly be the wands master, must give it a name."
"Hobnob." Sasporilla smiled.
The wand vibrated gently in her hand. She could tell it approved of the name.
"I'll take it." Sasporilla said.
"More importantly young lady." Mr.Olivander smiled coyly. "The wand will take you."
"Not to be indelicate," Mrs.Bucket grinned with a worried smile. "But how much is it?"
"Oh my dear." Mr.Olivander smiled surprised. "I can not charge money for this wand."
Mrs.Bucket was confused. This was a shop and never in her experience at working in a shop had a shop keeper ever given something away for free. Unless it was cursed or worse. She'd seen Polly Cambridge-Smythe pull an old book out of a box slated for the rubbish pile to sell to a customer who asked after it.
"You see." Mr.Olivander continued. "This wand is meant for the witch or wizard who owns it. When that witch or wizard no longer needs it and another young person such as your daughter will soon be in need, it will find its way back here. Sometimes the same as you see it today. Sometimes in need of repair. But it always finds its way back, to find it's new owner."
It was quarter to three when Sasporilla, Gooseberry on her shoulder, her mum and Uncle Nick, all walked into Olivanders. Two other families with young witches and wizards were ahead of them.
"I'll be with you in a moment." Mr.Olivander assured them as a wave of a wand from the young witch sent papers flying.
The Bombaducks turned, curious to see who had come in behind them. With a reluctant smile Mrs.Bombaduck nodded to Mrs.Bucket. Wysteria waved, after all niceties must be maintained, no matter how one feels personally about someone or their family. Mayor Bombaduck, always the politician, saw an opportunity.
"Mrs.Bucket." Mayor Bombaduck smiled. "And young Saspiria."
"Sasporilla." Sasporilla said noticing Billy looking over his shoulder laughing.
"And Detective Owlmore." The mayor said shaking hands with the auror. "On the fast track to heading-up Magical Law Enforcement I hear. After that fiasco your boss had with loosing Sirius Black from Azkiban?"
"Not a job I'm looking for." Nick said shaking hands. "I'm an auror and not much of a politician."
"Well," Mayor Bombaduck smiled awkwardly, "a bright star and a shining example none the less. Excuse me, Good afternoon." With that the mayor rubbed Sasporilla's pink hair with a cheery smile and returned to his family.
Billy Bombaduck was busy trying his first wand from Mr.Olivander. Flames shot out and up. Obviously not that one. The next one made the lights dim and light come pouring in with steam through the cracks between the boards and brick. Sasporilla swore she could hear a large bell ring somewhere in the distance.
"Nope !" Mr.Olivander said grabbing the wand and waving off the effects. "Some of the French wands are dangerous in the wrong hands."
Sasporilla stared at the ceiling high shelves filled with boxes of wands. Each one hand crafted by makers such as Olivander himself. To find the perfect harmonic balance of woods, metals, crystals and magical elements to make a wand unique to that of the caster was so complex. Sasporilla had read a chapter on it once in Flourish and Blotts as she waited for her mum to finish work. The science of it all boggled her mind but it sounded so fascinating.
An explosion of papers behind the counter had Mr.Olivander looking for the next wand.
"Nice man our mayor." Wysteria Bucket said. "I voted for him."
"Not like there's been any other choice." Sasporilla said.
The next wand seemed to do the trick. The Bombaducks seemed most pleased. 9 1/3" Ash with a werewolf hair core and the cycles of the moon inlayed in silver.
Billy glared at Sasporilla as they left the shop. His gaze was one of unbridled hate. Sasporilla didn't know what she had ever done to elicit such evil attention. Perhaps he just needed a person to focus all the blame for every thing he felt was wrong in his life.
He "accidentally" bumped his shoulder hard into her arm as he passed.
"Ouch!" Sasporilla said. "Watch it."
"How dare you talk to me, trash." Billy Bombaduck snarled.
"Oy." Nick protested.
"It's our fault for standing to near the door in everyone's way." Mrs.Bucket smiled nervously urging her daughter away from the confrontation.
The Bombaducks graciously accepted the apology and left.
"What's his problem?" Nick asked.
"I think he's got a crush on Sassy." Wysteria smiled. "You know how boys can be."
"No he's just an asshole." Sasporilla said rubbing her arm.
"Language." Wysteria Bucket protested.
"Can I help you?" Mr.Olivander asked.
"Oh yes." Mrs.Bucket said shoving her daughter gently forward. "My Sasporilla needs her first wand. She's going to Hogwarts."
Mr.Olivander tried her first with a 10" Mahogany with Unicorn hair wand. One wave did nothing. He urged her to try it again. Nothing. Next he tried her with a 12 1/2" Willow and dragon heart string. A faint spark shot forward from the tip. Nothing more. For the better part of three hours Mr.Olivander searched the stacks and racks
In front and out back to find the wand for Sasporilla. They all had little to no effect when the pink haired girl waved them.
"Never in my history", Mr.Olivander said unable to hide the exasperation in his voice, "have I NOT been able to place a wand to a witch. What is your family name?"
"Bucket." Sasporilla said.
Mr.Olivander looked over the rims of his glasses at the young girl. "Bucket, yes. As in the daughter of Riddonkulous Bucket? The auror who reversed the Dementors kiss?"
"Yes." Sasporilla nodded.
"You see Miss Bucket." Mr.Olivander said as he turned and walked stiffly into the back. "A wand works very much like the lens of a telescope or a pair of glasses. It helps the witch or wizard to focus ones energy and project it."
There was silence for a few seconds replaced by the sound of shuffling and a pile of something falling over. Mr.Olivander reappeared carrying a wand on a large green leaf. "Some lenses need to be convex rather than concave as some witches or wizards draw their power from a different place them the rest of us. This wand is very old. It has had many owners and has been repaired more times than I'd care to admit."
Mr.Olivander laid the wand on the counter. "Try this one."
Sasporilla looked at it. It didn't look like much. A well used wooden wand mounted in a warn brass handle. Gooseberry jumped up and down excitedly on her shoulder with approval. Sasporilla picked up the wand. Her hair blew about as air spiraled around her. A small ray of light seemed to shine on her.
"That's the one!" Mr.Olivander said. "I wondered why it made its way back here again. It was obviously meant for you child."
"What is it made of?" Sasporilla asked.
"This wand my dear is 10 3/4" Butterfly wood with a brass handle. Its core is what makes it special. You see this type of wand is a CONFLICATOR, and can only be used by a very rare breed of witch or wizard. It's core is Basilisk Venom and Phoenix tear encased in a rose quartz vessel. It also has another quality that makes it unique. It's owner, to truly be the wands master, must give it a name."
"Hobnob." Sasporilla smiled.
The wand vibrated gently in her hand. She could tell it approved of the name.
"I'll take it." Sasporilla said.
"More importantly young lady." Mr.Olivander smiled coyly. "The wand will take you."
"Not to be indelicate," Mrs.Bucket grinned with a worried smile. "But how much is it?"
"Oh my dear." Mr.Olivander smiled surprised. "I can not charge money for this wand."
Mrs.Bucket was confused. This was a shop and never in her experience at working in a shop had a shop keeper ever given something away for free. Unless it was cursed or worse. She'd seen Polly Cambridge-Smythe pull an old book out of a box slated for the rubbish pile to sell to a customer who asked after it.
"You see." Mr.Olivander continued. "This wand is meant for the witch or wizard who owns it. When that witch or wizard no longer needs it and another young person such as your daughter will soon be in need, it will find its way back here. Sometimes the same as you see it today. Sometimes in need of repair. But it always finds its way back, to find it's new owner."
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.