Owls of Dreams & Regrets
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
As many had feared would happen, Sasporilla Bucket shut down after the incident with Kelvins mother back stage at the Dead End Oddity Shop concert. She through herself coldly into her school work, no longer allowing herself the luxury of love. Allowing only Karry and Zac inside her tight little world where she existed alone, but safe from pain.
A letter arrived by owl from the Ministry of Magic, justice division.
Dear Miss Bucket;
Re: Your Assault on one Mrs.Beverly Lazarus in Australia, Saturday last.
Though the evidence provided proves without a shadow of a doubt that Mrs.Lazarus did indeed throw the first blow which started the altercation, she has applied for and been granted a restraining order against you.
You are hear by ordered to be no closer to Mrs.Lazarus or her son Melvin Lazarus (aka Vinny Lazar) than 100 meters at any time in any venue for the next twelve month period. This restraining order also includes no contact by you, to the afore mentioned parties, by & including but not limited to, Owl post, magical or muggle forms of contact.
Thank you for your cooperation
Hermione Granger.
Assistant to the under secretary for the Deputy Minister of Magic.
Several owls had arrived from DEOS ENTERTAINMENT, The bands management company. Sasporilla tore them up and burned most of the pieces in the Hufflepuff common room fire place. The few she sent back never made it to Vinny Lazar they were ordered held back by Myron Wagtail who didn't want any further problems on the tour he'd personally invested so much money in.
Sasporilla glanced at the last letter to arrive from DEOS ENT.
Dear Sasporilla;
I'm so very sorry for everything that happened. I truly don't remember you but I at least know why. I know that my mother stole my memories of you from me and I know your struggle with her was in hopes of restoring those memories, and in turn my love for you.
Some of the memory that had turned to dust got into my eye and returned one single memory to me. The kiss. I remember my fear, my passion and love for you, the taste of your lips, the look in your violet eyes framed by your pink hair.
I know I can never get those memories back, but I hope that if we can talk things through, maybe we can make new memories.
Vinny Lazar.
Sasporillas response was a simple copy spell cast upon the restraining order placed upon her. She stuffed the copy angrily into an envelop addressed to Melvin Lazarus with only a Hogwarts crest as a clue to it's place of origin. She never heard from Vinny Lazar again.
It had been a solid six weeks since anyone had heard from Nick and Lyra. Then suddenly two letters at one arrived in the morning owl post.
Dear Sasporilla
It's your Uncle Nick. It's been a busy few months chasing down the master vampire. We lost all sign of the creature in the Carpathian mountains. I'm being pulled off the case by the ministry and called back for reassignment. I'll be back at home again soon and will be able to attend your graduation in a few months. I hope you will write back soon. I miss you.
Uncle Nick
Hey Kid;
I saw a pair of pants in Romania that reminded me of you. They had a size three west and a size sixty butt, so of course I thought of you.
Look I screwed up, I nearly got your uncle Nick killed while chasing that stupid vampire. No matter what he tells you, it was my fault. I got cocky and because of it some muggle farmers were taken and killed. There was a whole inquiry thing and now I'm out of a job.
I've decided to go back to America. I've been offered the defence against the dark arts professor job at Ilvermorny. Those who can't do, teach after all. Am I right?
See ya in the funny papers Sassy.
Lyra
Dear Lyra;
I'm happy those pants reminded you of me. I had similar thoughts of you when I saw the Hogwarts Express Caboose at Christmas. Nick has told me very little of Romania. You know how lock lipped he can be when it comes to a case. I'm sad to hear your going back to America but I know you'll do what's best for you.
Maybe the great and wild Lyra Lee-Ashwolf will finally settle down, Get married and have a family. Wouldn't that be spectacular!!!
Go get 'em Professor.
With the biggest Hugs
Sasporilla.
It was a few days before Sassy wrote back to Nick Owlmore. After that arrest business she had been keeping her Uncle at arms length. Not that she was really all that mad at him anymore, but she needed to keep all those who loved her just that much farther away. Love only brought pain. Though Sasporilla didn't find loneliness that much better.
Dear Uncle Nick;
I'm happy you'll be at my graduation in June. I'm really happy you'll be home this summer. It will give us a good chance to catch up and get some things straight between us. I'm curious to hear your side of what happened concerning Lyra.
See you soon
Sasporilla
The next letters every seventh year waited on with both anticipation and dread were the results of their N.E.W.T's. Sasporilla and Karry's letters were left on the center of their beds.
Upon entering the room Karry Curtiss squealed with delight and jumped on her bed to open the letter. Sasporilla sat down quietly on her bed and held the results in her hands trepadaciously.
"O-Levels across the board!" Karry chirped quite proud of her achievement. "Sasporilla? Open yours."
"I'm honestly a bit scared too." Sassy smiled nervously. "We've faced death eaters, mad ancient wizards, tyrannical bureaucrats but nothing as big as this... the future."
"What are you worried about?" Karry smiled. "You've been nose deep in your books all year!"
"Ya but what if I did great?" Sassy asked. "Will I get into the University of Avalon or will they say no to my application. What will I do if....?"
"OPEN IT!" Karry insisted.
Sasporilla broke the offical ministry seal and pulled the parchment from inside. Sassy read the redults silently put the letter on the bed beside her and sighed.
"What?" Karry gasped and bit her lip.
"O levels in everything!!!" Sasporilla yelled.
The next day saw the first owls from the most prestigious of Colleges and Universities begin to arrive. Zac and Karry got their letters for the Hogwarts teachers college by owl first thing. Blossom Kowalski received acceptance letters from a slue of schools including the muggle universities of Oxford and Cambridge. Sasporilla hadn't applied to more than one school. She knew that the best place to learn wand making was the oldest magical university. Known as "THE SEVEN SPIRES" to some she referred to it by its official title "The Avalon University of Higher Magical Learning". If she didn't get in there she would rather study with a master wand maker for a year and apply again.
Sasporilla quietly sipped her pumpkin juice as others around her celebrated their success and achievements. It was the audible gasp of the student body that drew her attention. Everyone looked up as a brilliantly lit fiery phoenix flew down over the Hufflepuff table and dropped a silver letter into Sasporilla Buckets shaking hands.
The envelope was made from silver foil and sparkled as if encrusted with diamond dust. Sasporilla flipped the letter over. It bore the seven pointed star seal of Avalon university. With great anticipation mired in nervous trepidation she cracked the seal. The letter sprung to life from her hands forming an origami mouth which floated before her. The sound of bells and trumpets sounded as the letter spoke in a deep male voice.
"Dear Ms.Bucket;
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into The Avalon University of Higher Magical Learning Wand maker program which begins September fifteenth this year. A kit is to follow containing all of the information you will need with regards to class schedules, housing, and materials you will need to purchase. Avalon University looks forward to making your continuing education a worth while experience.
Herschel Winston Umbridge; PhD, Order of Merlin Second Class
Dean of Admissions - The Avalon University of Higher Magical Learning"
The letter floated down to the table and became a regular piece of parchment.
"Uh oh." Karry said, a look of surprise, and concern crossed her face.
"What's wrong?" Sasporilla asked looking down at the puddle forming beneath the bench.
"My waters have broken." Karry said. "The baby's coming."
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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.