Tears for Fears - An Aurours Wifes Worst Nightmare
A Harry Potter / Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Wysteria Bent, of the Cobham Surrey Bents, was only 16 when her and Riddonkulous Bucket locked eyes in Diagon Alleys priemer book shop Flourish and Blots. Most considered the Bent family squibb on the homely side of plain. With her thick coke bottle glasses, stringy long strawberry blonde hair and country wide derriere. They made the oddest pair and the Bucket family disapproved highly of the disinherited young woman forced to work like a muggle for scraps. Her poor family!
It came as quite a shock to everyone when the pair eloped and were married in Edinburough just after graduation. Nick the best man and Daisey, Wysterias favorite of the Bent family house elves, was maid of honor.
The newly weds got a small one room apartment over a pub in the magical town of Avonshire just outside of Essex. It was all they could afford now but once Riddonculous became an Auror 1st class then they would buy a lovely cottage somewhere and raise a family. A safe home where children both magical and non-magical, beautiful and ugly alike, would be loved for who and what they were.
Wysteria was working late at the book shop the night of the 23rd. Like most nights it was her job to sweep up, empty the trash and make shelves tidy for the next days business. All chores the shops elves could do but Wysteria did whatever she was asked without question or complaint. No matter how demeaning or tortuous the task.
A knock came at the shop door.
"We're closed." Wysteria shouted as she swept.
Another knock.
"I said we're closed!" Wysteria shouted louder.
The knocking became quite insistent and Wysteria leaned her broom up against one of the shelves and walked to the door. She could see Nick in the shop glass window.
"Wyssy!!!!???!!!" Nick yelled frantically.
She knew that once the book store closed no one could see any deeper into the store than the window display. Magic was an amazing thing. She loved it so. She wished she had been born a witch like her sisters Bougainvillea & Impatience.
She had to fight with the magical door locks every night to leave. Tonight was no exception. As she forced the large bolt over Nick burst through the door.
"Wysteria," Nick wheezed out of breath, "You have to come with me. It's Donk."
Wysteria had feared a moment like this ever since Riddonkulous joined the Aurors. It was every Aurors spouses fear that when they kissed their significant other goodbye each day it would be for the last time. Wysteria stepped outside, the door latches locking swiftly behind her. She didn't remember nor care about her coat, hat or hand bag. She grabbed hold of Nicks arm and the pair apporated just outside of the critical curse ward of St.Mungos hospital. The heavy doors to the ward swung open before them.
A crowd of wizards stood around Riddonkulous Bucket who lay unconscious in his hospital bed. Nurses and Doctors pushed through the concerned friends and colleagues with loud shouts of "Excuse ME!" Or the much more prevalent "Get out of the way!"
Wysteria gripped Nicks arm tightly. Nick winced at her vice like grip. Wysteria and Nick walked through the crowd which parted easily for them. Looks of concern and sadness on familiar faces painted a grim picture indeed.
Wysteria began to ball loudly when she saw her husband laying unconscious in the hospital bed. His face swollen and eyes blackened. His blue lips prefaced by the icy fog breath which passed them. Strange, Wysteria thought, it was actually quite warm in the ward. She caressed her husbands cheek. Traces of some unforgivable dark magic coursed like worms below his icy cold skin.
"With a loud POP the Minister of Magic Millicent Bagnold apparated in.
"Minister!" The wards head nursed hissed, "How many times have I told you your position gives you no right to break hospital rules on my ward!"
The letters of a sign saying NO APPARATEING glowed as red as her angry face.
"Not now Rathilda." The Minster held up her gloved hand and pushed passed.
Capt.Hedgerow Bussel stepped forward from the crowd. "Minister."
"What happened?" The minister of Magic asked in a severe hushed tone.
"I'll tell you what happened." Nick said. "This man, my partner, Riddonkulous Azmeth Bucket saved my life by reversing a dementors kiss."
"Impossible." The Minister poo-pooed the idea much to the disapproval of the crowd.
"No mum", the captain said, "Some of my best men witnessed it first hand."
"Do we know the spell he used?" The Minister asked befuddled.
"No Mum." The Capt. Frowned. "No one knows just how he did it, but the after effects are pretty obvious."
The minister could only look on as Wysteria wailed at her husbands side.
"Attention." Head nurse Rathilda Munkshood said in a harsh, serious tone. "Mrs.Bucket may stay. The rest of you OUTSIDE."
Every specialist from the magical and the muggle worlds who were deemed capable of helping Riddonkulous Bucket were brought through St.Mungos. They cleared his system of the residual dark essence left behind by his intake of the Dementors soul. They warmed his skin though he always maintained a pale pallor. But for all of their concerted efforts Riddonkulous Bucket lay in St.Mungos unconscious for 1 year and 43 days.
It came as quite a shock to everyone when the pair eloped and were married in Edinburough just after graduation. Nick the best man and Daisey, Wysterias favorite of the Bent family house elves, was maid of honor.
The newly weds got a small one room apartment over a pub in the magical town of Avonshire just outside of Essex. It was all they could afford now but once Riddonculous became an Auror 1st class then they would buy a lovely cottage somewhere and raise a family. A safe home where children both magical and non-magical, beautiful and ugly alike, would be loved for who and what they were.
Wysteria was working late at the book shop the night of the 23rd. Like most nights it was her job to sweep up, empty the trash and make shelves tidy for the next days business. All chores the shops elves could do but Wysteria did whatever she was asked without question or complaint. No matter how demeaning or tortuous the task.
A knock came at the shop door.
"We're closed." Wysteria shouted as she swept.
Another knock.
"I said we're closed!" Wysteria shouted louder.
The knocking became quite insistent and Wysteria leaned her broom up against one of the shelves and walked to the door. She could see Nick in the shop glass window.
"Wyssy!!!!???!!!" Nick yelled frantically.
She knew that once the book store closed no one could see any deeper into the store than the window display. Magic was an amazing thing. She loved it so. She wished she had been born a witch like her sisters Bougainvillea & Impatience.
She had to fight with the magical door locks every night to leave. Tonight was no exception. As she forced the large bolt over Nick burst through the door.
"Wysteria," Nick wheezed out of breath, "You have to come with me. It's Donk."
Wysteria had feared a moment like this ever since Riddonkulous joined the Aurors. It was every Aurors spouses fear that when they kissed their significant other goodbye each day it would be for the last time. Wysteria stepped outside, the door latches locking swiftly behind her. She didn't remember nor care about her coat, hat or hand bag. She grabbed hold of Nicks arm and the pair apporated just outside of the critical curse ward of St.Mungos hospital. The heavy doors to the ward swung open before them.
A crowd of wizards stood around Riddonkulous Bucket who lay unconscious in his hospital bed. Nurses and Doctors pushed through the concerned friends and colleagues with loud shouts of "Excuse ME!" Or the much more prevalent "Get out of the way!"
Wysteria gripped Nicks arm tightly. Nick winced at her vice like grip. Wysteria and Nick walked through the crowd which parted easily for them. Looks of concern and sadness on familiar faces painted a grim picture indeed.
Wysteria began to ball loudly when she saw her husband laying unconscious in the hospital bed. His face swollen and eyes blackened. His blue lips prefaced by the icy fog breath which passed them. Strange, Wysteria thought, it was actually quite warm in the ward. She caressed her husbands cheek. Traces of some unforgivable dark magic coursed like worms below his icy cold skin.
"With a loud POP the Minister of Magic Millicent Bagnold apparated in.
"Minister!" The wards head nursed hissed, "How many times have I told you your position gives you no right to break hospital rules on my ward!"
The letters of a sign saying NO APPARATEING glowed as red as her angry face.
"Not now Rathilda." The Minster held up her gloved hand and pushed passed.
Capt.Hedgerow Bussel stepped forward from the crowd. "Minister."
"What happened?" The minister of Magic asked in a severe hushed tone.
"I'll tell you what happened." Nick said. "This man, my partner, Riddonkulous Azmeth Bucket saved my life by reversing a dementors kiss."
"Impossible." The Minister poo-pooed the idea much to the disapproval of the crowd.
"No mum", the captain said, "Some of my best men witnessed it first hand."
"Do we know the spell he used?" The Minister asked befuddled.
"No Mum." The Capt. Frowned. "No one knows just how he did it, but the after effects are pretty obvious."
The minister could only look on as Wysteria wailed at her husbands side.
"Attention." Head nurse Rathilda Munkshood said in a harsh, serious tone. "Mrs.Bucket may stay. The rest of you OUTSIDE."
Every specialist from the magical and the muggle worlds who were deemed capable of helping Riddonkulous Bucket were brought through St.Mungos. They cleared his system of the residual dark essence left behind by his intake of the Dementors soul. They warmed his skin though he always maintained a pale pallor. But for all of their concerted efforts Riddonkulous Bucket lay in St.Mungos unconscious for 1 year and 43 days.