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 8
Sasporilla sat alone in the train car with Gooseberry who ran around the window amazed at the scenery that passed by. The door to the car slid opened and Gooseberry ran into her case. A small dark haired girl stood in the doorway and shouted down the corridor "This one has room."
She marched inside and plunked down across from Sasporilla.
"I'm Mathilda Marchande, of the Manchester Marchandes ." The dark haired girl smiled. "And you are?"
"Sasporilla Bucket." Billy Bombaduck said with contempt from the open car door where he stood with an evil smile.
"Ah," Mathilda smiled, "these are my new friends."
A young Indian boy with his hair tied in a fabric covered knot on the top of his head, squeezed past Billy and sat down next to Sasporilla.
"This is..." Mathilda began.
"Balbeer Patel." The young man smiled shaking Sasporillas hand. "Pleased to meet you."
"He's of the New Delhi Patels! You know, the famous rope climb disappearing Patels. And this is..." Mathilda couldn't finish her sentence before Billy interrupted her.
"She knows ver well who I am." Billy snapped, sitting down beside Mathilda.
"Oh yes you said," Mathilda began then clued in, "Sasporilla Bucket? As in on the sign at the station Sasporilla Bucket?"
"Yes." Sasporilla said embarrassed.
"Wow!" Mathilda's eyes lit up. "Are you someone important?"
"Ha." Billy Bombaduck chortled in derision. "She's not important."
"No." Sasporilla said looking down, trying to ignore her town bully.
Billy leaned in from the seat across from her. "She is in fact, nobody of any importance. I could slide the door open and throw her off the train and know one would care."
"Shut it Billy Bombaduck." Sasporilla said just making the boy smile wider.
"You see, her father is our town drunk where as mine, is mayor."
The other two children looked impressed that young Williams father held an important political office.
"And her mum." Billy said with an exaggerated shiver. "Is a Squibb, who rummages through peoples trash looking for old tattered scraps and food."
"Shut up!" Sasporilla yelled.
"And what's this." Billy said looking at the leather case with a house painted on it that Sasporilla held on her lap. "A doll house?"
Billy Bombaduck shoved his hand through the cutout front door of the case and grabbed around inside trying to get a doll.
"Get your dirty evil hand out of my case ." Sasporilla yelled trying to shove him off.
Billy Bombaduck got a smug look of evil satisfaction when he grasped something furry. Then the feeling of teeth biting hard into his finger made him withdraw his hand quickly with a yelp.
Billy Bombaduck looked his finger, turning all shades of purple, as it swelled too five times it size.
"I'll kill you." Billy Bombaduck screamed and jumped to his feet.
"Anything from the trolley dears." The train witch asked standing in the open compartment door way. It was then she notice Billy's hurt finger. "Oh my. You will have to go see the trains nurse about that straight away."
With a grab of his shirt, the trolley witch ushered the furious Billy Bombaduck from the compartment. His new friends Balbeer and Mathilda followed close behind him.
Gooseberry stuck her head out of the doorway and looked around.
"They've gone." Sasporilla smiled.
"Mad?" Gooseberry asked.
"I have never been so pleased in my life." Sasporilla smiled and the pair of them began to laugh.
Sasporilla sat alone in the train car with Gooseberry who ran around the window amazed at the scenery that passed by. The door to the car slid opened and Gooseberry ran into her case. A small dark haired girl stood in the doorway and shouted down the corridor "This one has room."
She marched inside and plunked down across from Sasporilla.
"I'm Mathilda Marchande, of the Manchester Marchandes ." The dark haired girl smiled. "And you are?"
"Sasporilla Bucket." Billy Bombaduck said with contempt from the open car door where he stood with an evil smile.
"Ah," Mathilda smiled, "these are my new friends."
A young Indian boy with his hair tied in a fabric covered knot on the top of his head, squeezed past Billy and sat down next to Sasporilla.
"This is..." Mathilda began.
"Balbeer Patel." The young man smiled shaking Sasporillas hand. "Pleased to meet you."
"He's of the New Delhi Patels! You know, the famous rope climb disappearing Patels. And this is..." Mathilda couldn't finish her sentence before Billy interrupted her.
"She knows ver well who I am." Billy snapped, sitting down beside Mathilda.
"Oh yes you said," Mathilda began then clued in, "Sasporilla Bucket? As in on the sign at the station Sasporilla Bucket?"
"Yes." Sasporilla said embarrassed.
"Wow!" Mathilda's eyes lit up. "Are you someone important?"
"Ha." Billy Bombaduck chortled in derision. "She's not important."
"No." Sasporilla said looking down, trying to ignore her town bully.
Billy leaned in from the seat across from her. "She is in fact, nobody of any importance. I could slide the door open and throw her off the train and know one would care."
"Shut it Billy Bombaduck." Sasporilla said just making the boy smile wider.
"You see, her father is our town drunk where as mine, is mayor."
The other two children looked impressed that young Williams father held an important political office.
"And her mum." Billy said with an exaggerated shiver. "Is a Squibb, who rummages through peoples trash looking for old tattered scraps and food."
"Shut up!" Sasporilla yelled.
"And what's this." Billy said looking at the leather case with a house painted on it that Sasporilla held on her lap. "A doll house?"
Billy Bombaduck shoved his hand through the cutout front door of the case and grabbed around inside trying to get a doll.
"Get your dirty evil hand out of my case ." Sasporilla yelled trying to shove him off.
Billy Bombaduck got a smug look of evil satisfaction when he grasped something furry. Then the feeling of teeth biting hard into his finger made him withdraw his hand quickly with a yelp.
Billy Bombaduck looked his finger, turning all shades of purple, as it swelled too five times it size.
"I'll kill you." Billy Bombaduck screamed and jumped to his feet.
"Anything from the trolley dears." The train witch asked standing in the open compartment door way. It was then she notice Billy's hurt finger. "Oh my. You will have to go see the trains nurse about that straight away."
With a grab of his shirt, the trolley witch ushered the furious Billy Bombaduck from the compartment. His new friends Balbeer and Mathilda followed close behind him.
Gooseberry stuck her head out of the doorway and looked around.
"They've gone." Sasporilla smiled.
"Mad?" Gooseberry asked.
"I have never been so pleased in my life." Sasporilla smiled and the pair of them began to laugh.
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.