PRESTADIGAMANIA!
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Wembley Stadium was officially closed to the public for a private affair. Witches and wizards poured in excited about the nights event.
Mr.Curtiss drove the minivan into London carrying the whole gang. Korry and Zac were as excited as Mr.Curtiss was, about going to see the greatest sport in the wizarding world, after quidditch. They found a parking spot not far from the stadium and walked over. Karry and Sassy were not nearly as excited about the event, but a night out with the boys was a night out.
A brilliant magical sign, invisible to muggles, hung in front of the stadium gates.
"Tonight Only, Dueling Wizards Guild presents PRESTADIGIAMANIA!"
"Are there any signs?" Alex Curtiss asked.
"Ya dad." Korry smiled. "This is it."
Mr.Curtiss rubbed his hands together excitedly. Every Saturday night, at seven p.m. sharp Alex Curtiss sat on the couch in the family room and turned on their telly. He would flick a switch on the vivox and he was able to watch the British Bewitchment Channel. Dueling Wizards Guild had a live show called THE DWG UNDERGROUND. Live Wizard Dueling from all over the UK. Now they had the chance to see it live.
The stadium was alive with wizards and witches buying souvenirs, posters, t-shirts ands programs. Every one had their favorite Dueler. Korry and his dad liked the underdog Dermot O'Caelighie, known as the Irish Immigrant. Zac supported the Champ! The older Wiley Red Wolf!
Programs in hand they made there way into the stadium. A large dueling stage was set up center field. Best seats in the house were stage side but theirs were a ways back in the stands. From their vantage point they would see all spells cast clearly and be able to make out which wizard was which. Not the most expensive or best seats in the house but they weren't bad seats either.
The lights went down as colourful fireworks bloomed in the skies above. A spot light shone center stage revealing a tall thin man, with white hair, in a finely tailored robe. A microphone was lowered from above. His deep carnival barker voice was unmistakable, it was Mitchel Buffret!
"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, witches and wizards are we ready to DUE-EL!!!!"
The crowd responded with thunderous applause. Mitchel Buffret circled his wand above his head creating a whirlwind around him culminating in a brilliant white flash. When peoples eyes cleared an entrance stage and Jumbovox had appeared at both ends of the stadium while a commentators desk appeared to one side.
"So let me get this right." Sasporilla asked Karry. "This is professional dueling? Like as in the dueling we did in the DA?"
"Yes sort of." Karry said. "In this kind of dueling there is a lot of pomp and pageantry, a lot of posturing, a lot of taunting and general rubbish."
"What about the duels?" Sassy asked.
"It's not like a real duel." Karry smiled. "It's choreographed, like a dance. Don't get me wrong landing after being 'flipendoed' still hurts. It just looks more brutal than it really is but there are risks. You'll see."
"I know it doesn't interest you much." Sassy said.
"Not really." Karry smiled looking over at Zac."I may watch one or two matches but I brought a book and a boy."
Music started playing as images of duels past flashed on the screen. Spell after spell flipped, tossed and knocked opponents back always leaving one wizard Victorious. The Villainous Volkov!
His challenger was a young Wizard billed as the hero of Hogwarts! Christian Jorganson!
Sasporilla and Karry looked at each other. Hero of Hogwarts? Neither of them had ever seen him before. He looked to old to be in Hogwarts. Even for a seventh year left back.
They took their places at either end of the dueling stage. With a salute of their wands they took up positions, and at the ring of a bell, the wizards began to duel. Spells and hexes were cast and deflected. They crashed into the ceiling, the floor and even in front of the stands raising cheers from startled fans.
The duel went on for thirteen minutes. Volkov was hit by a bombarda blast to the chest and was blown back into the stands. Christian Jorganson, the hero of Hogwarts was the winner. The stadium cheered for the young wizard as he walked from the stage waving his wand triumphantly.
This was the first of the fifteen duels that made up Prestadigimania.
Duel after duel. Dark wizard versus light. 20 wizard battle royal, last wizard left standing was the winner. A six man tag team duel, each team have two wizards and a witch. The witches league presented two matches with a dark witch versus dark witch and a light witch versus light witch.
All them were predictable and unrealistic of how duels really ran in the real world, but there was an entertaining nature to it. Sasporilla found it fun to watch. Korry was very into making casting motions with his hand saying which spell he'd have used to combat that last hex. Sasporilla held his other hand while they watched. Zac was enjoying it so much he'd almost forgotten that Karry was sitting next to him, reading her book.
In a whirl of fire and flash Mitchel Buffret reappeared center stage. The mic was lowered from above.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, witches and wizards, it is time for the main event. Two tenacious titans come toe to toe in a test of tenacity!"
A wild Irish wail let out over the stadium speakers. A song started to play called 'Wild cats of Kilkeny". Sasporilla recognized it as it was one of her fathers favorites. A large man stood up in the back of floor seats and walked through the crowd to the stage. Dressed in muggle clothes, with a blue workman's shirt, jeans, brown vest a tradesman's cap he took his place on the stage.
The lights started to flash as the harsh beat of drums, the grind of heavy guitar and the howl of a wolf signaled the entrance of the champ! Sasporilla could see he was smaller than the other wizard, an older man with a short white beard and bald head. He was dressed in the uniform of the seventh division sorcerers squad, one of the most famous of England's wizarding army. He had joined up in his youth, despite being a Canadian, and made a career of it until his retirement. He was a crafty old devil who had seen real combat. The Red Wolf won the title ten years ago and seemed unbeatable. According to Korry and his dad, tonight would be the night he went down.
"On this side with an Olivanders 13 1/2 inch Willow wand with a dragon heart string core the challenger. The Irish Immigrant!" Mitchel Buffret announced. "And on this side with an 11 inch, direwolf hair wand said to be carved from the wood of Yggdrasill, the Norse tree of life! The Dueling Wizard Guild champion THE RED WOLF!"
The crowd roared with delight. Sasporilla and Karry had to plug their ears for the noise.
A spell cast a cage made of eldritch energy around the dueling stage.
"This match is an ULTIMATE SUBMISSION MATCH. The wizard who makes the other yeild
wins the match but understand, the magical cage is harder than dragon scale! It burns hotter than dragon fire and can cut deeper than the sword of Godric Gryffindor! It will not be lifted until the time one of our two duelists submits and a champion emerges."
The officals stood outside the cage as Mitchel Buffret apparated away. The bell rang and the duel began.
Both wizards cast at once. Expeliarmus knocked the Red Wolfs wand to the side but not before he cast "Miscueratque!" turning his opponent into a shriveled white haired old man.
The Red Wolf dove for his wand before it rolled beyond the eldritch cage. He grabbed it as he straightened but grazed his shoulder leaving a bad burn. The champ winced in pain as he was hit by "Coactus!" Which pulled him up in front of now aged Irish Immigrant. Before the champ could react the Irish man Levitated him ten feet above the stage, singing the Ref Wolfs head on the cage above, and slamming down hard onto his neck and back.
"Flippendo." Through the Irish Immigrant back into the side of the cage where he twitched and struggled against the eldritch energy. The Irishman fell to the stage, out of breath, as the champ pulled himself to his feet and cast "REPENTE!" bouncing his opponents head off the stage repeatedly as the crowd counted along with each strike of the skull.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!!! Woooooo!!!"
The Red Wolf grabbed the Irishman by the hair and pulled his face up.
"Do you yield?" The Red Wolf asked.
"Has the fight started?" The Irish Immigrant laughed casting "Concuso" knocking the Red Wolf onto his back, clear across the stage. The crowd cheered, especially Korry and his dad as the Irishman turned his wand on himself and cast "restro" returning himself back to his original age.
The Irishman centered himself and cast "Gutta Vitae!" It was obvious he had come to duel. The Red Wolf lifted up and slammed down repeatedly.
"Gutta Vitae Maxima!" Caused the Red Wolf to hit with even greater impact.
"Ultima Gutta Vitae Maxima!" The Irish Immigrant yelled and the Red Wolf hit the top of the cage leaving a burned waffle pattern on his face and then slammed him so hard down to the stage that it snapped beneath him. The stage collapsed out from under the duelists knocking them both to the floor.
The Irish Immigrant, Dermot O'Caelighie, picked himself up and ran to the Red Wolf.
"Do ya yield?" The Irishman asked.
The Red Wolf didn't move.
"Do ya yield!?!" The irishman yelled as the champs wand rose and blasted old Dermot across the rubble into the cage bars.
It was obvious now both men had come to fight. Hexes and counter hexes flew back and fourt in brilliant illuminations until a simultaneous cast created Priori Incantautum! Streams of energy flowed between the wants. Eldritch plasma formed a ball between them and dripped energy to the ground.
"Wow!" Mr.Curtiss yelled. "Have you ever seen the likes of that?"
Sasporilla had heard of this happening between the wands of Voldemort and Harry Potter but had not witnessed it as she'd had her hands full with Billy Bombaduck. His name still made her sick to her stomach.
Both duelists broke off their attack and looked at their wands then each other. Both cast "Bombarda!" The spells striking each other and exploding mid-cage. It was clear they were evenly matched and neither was prepared to surrender.
A dark figure entered through the crowd. Sasporilla saw the man stalking the challenger as he came up from behind and drew a wand.
"Look out!" Sasporilla said drawing her own wand.
"Nope." Mr.Curtiss said grabbing Sasporillas wand hand. "It's ok. It's all part of the show."
"Irisish Immigrant." The man yelled pointing his wand at the challengers back. "Turn to face me."
"Malk." The Irish Immigrant said turning to face the dark wizard thug. "What do you want?"
"You aren't worthy of being champion!" Malk yelled.
The Red Wolf was not one to attack a man when he wasn't looking. Unless it was all on the line like it was tonight. A spell hit the Irish man dead center of his broad back, spinning him around to come face to face with the Red Wolf.
"Fight me, not your girl friend." The Red Wolf yelled.
The two men started exchanging punches. Noses bled and teeth flew. This was becoming brutal! Mr.Curtiss loved it. Wizard dueling remind him the professional wrestling him and his father watched when he was a child. Sasporilla thought she saw the challenger give an almost imperceptible nod and he ducked as the Red Wolf pointed his wand at the same time Malk pointed his. The big Irishman ducked and rolled as both men cast spells. Malk was petrified and fell over backwards stiff as a board. The Red Wolf was thrown back to the other side of the cage. His wand thrown clear. The Irish Immigrant walked over to the downed champion and grabbed him by the head and pushed his face into the burning eldritch energy cage bars.
"Do you yield?" The Irish Immigrant yelled at the champ.
"Never!" The Red Wolf cried his face pushed harder and deeper into the energy bars.
"Submit damn you!" Dermot yelled.
"Never!" The Red Wolf struck at the larger man who held him firmly.
The Irish Immigrant stepped back and raised his wand levitating the Champ into the air and shoving him hard into the eldritch energy.
"Please man." The Irishman pleaded. "For the love o' God man just yield."
The Red Wolf screamed in pain. Sasporilla had to hide her eyes. She had experienced this kind of brutality in her life and the memories were still all to fresh.
"I yield!" The Red Wolf cried.
The bell rang and the champ fell to the ground as officials brought out the DWG duelist trophy. The Irish Immigrant raised it triumphantly above his head then walked over to the Red Wolf and cast healing spells on him. The big Irishman raised the ex-champ to his feet and helped to support him as they walked away back stage.
On the way home it was all the boys could do was to talk about the match. Doing a blow by blow recap that seemed to get more embellished every time they went over it. Karry read her book, still very disinterested. Sasporilla sat with her arms folded and her head back just trying to clear the thoughts of the violence that had been done to her which now ran clearly in her mind.
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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.
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.