BAPTISM BY FIRE
A Harry Potter / Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
By the birth announcement in the Daily Prophet one might imagine a warm loving close knit family.
"The High Street London Bucket and Cobham Surrey Bent families, are proud to announce the birth of their new Granddaughter Sasporilla Bucket. Born early morning August 9, 1983 To Riddonkulous and Wysteria Bucket. Mother and child are resting comfortably in their Avonshire home. A baby shower will be held by private invitation only. Those of lesser social standing who wish to send a gift may do so care of the Bucket or Bent estates."
An elite group England's important pure blood families gathered at the modest 49 room London Town home of Woodrow and Oblivion Bucket to witness the happy welcoming of their beautiful new baby granddaughter. The town homes great room was a buzz with polite conversation and soft harp music. House elves carried trays of hors d'oeuvers to guests as Champaign flutes magically refilled.
A toddler, sitting between his mother and father, squirmed impatiently.
"Sit still Draco." Lucious Malfoy hissed as he checked his pocket watch. The hosts were 15 minutes late. Typical. Keep them waiting as if everyone else was of less importance.
Oblivion and Woodrow Bucket stood over their granddaughter, in her 2nd hand thrift store bassinet, in the 2nd floor dens receiving room. Woodrow Bucket was a man of small statute who often wore lifts to reach that coveted 5 foot height. His dusty gray boller hat, a half size to big, rested on his large sticky-outy ears. His bulbous crooked eyes seemed to look in 2 directions at once. Oblivion Bucket was a harsh woman whose bitter craggy face showed it. Standing taller than her husband, as most people did, she paced impatiently back and forth.
DR.Quincy Moorehouse Westburne Pudge, predominate specialist in squibb diagnosis, examined the child. Test after test was administered with every medical instrument at modern magical medicines disposal. With a sigh the doctor stopped and turned to the anxious grand parents.
"I'm sorry Mrs.Bucket", the doctor said as put away his instruments, "The results of the test were... inconclusive. The baby may or may not develop magic abilities."
"Woodrow!" Oblivian said, a cross look fell across her hard aged face. "I will not have a squibb born into our family."
"No pet." Woodrow Bucket said.
"Kill the child, we'll say it was a crib death."
"No pet... I mean yes pet."
Woodrow drew his wand and began to wave "Ava---". When a loud pop came from behind them.
Trillium & Chrysanthemum Bent apporated into the room. Trillium Bent tall debonair man, always impeccably dressed, and never a hair out of place. He walked like a king but everyone knew he was just another petty functionary in the Ministry of Magic. A gigolo living off the money his wife inherited from the untimely death of her parents. Chrysanthemum Bent had classical witch features. She was hideously ugly with a twisted warty nose, crooked teeth and one white eye that pierced your soul when it looked at you. Even the finest, most expensive designer fashions, couldn't hide her portly humped back frame.
Woodrow waved his wand as if casting a lullaby spell. Oblivion turned with a scowl. "How RUDE!" Oblivion Bucket hissed. "Apporateing into someone's home unannounced. How common."
"I could have been in my all together." Woodrow smiled waggling his eyebrows playfully at Chrysanthemum.
"Cut the Shit Brunhilda." Mrs. Bent said with a dismissive wave as she walked towards her grand child.
"My name is Oblivion!" Mrs.Bucket insisted.
"Change it to Daisy or to whatever you want for all I care." Mrs.Bent said pulling a clear stone from her robe.
"I have never been talked to like this before in my own home."
"Then I'm honored to be the first." Mrs. Bent laughed evilly waving her hand. "Now move your skinny ass aside."
"We'll I never." Mrs. Bucket scowled folding her arms.
"Yes you have my pet, remember last Tuesday..." Woodrow bucket smiled.
"Shut up Woodrow!" Oblivion Bucket hissed. "What are you doing Chrysanthemum Bent?"
"This stone is a gem of revealing. It is very old and very powerful. It will tell us with the utmost certainty if our granddaughter is a witch..."
"Or a squib." Mrs.Bucket smiled. "Like your daughter."
"Yes." Mrs.Bent whirled around and held the stone above the babies fore head. "If this child turns out to be like her mother..."
"Your daughter the squibb." Mrs. Bent smiled.
"... then you may kill it as you wish."
"I beg your pardon?!?" The voice of Wysteria Bucket shot across the room from the open doorway. Riddonkulous stood next to her, his unsteady inebriated knees just supporting his weight, but his wand was out at his side. Ms.Daisy, their devoted and set free House Elf, who chose to work for her favorite Bent, now a Bucket, Stood one step behind her mistress.
"None of you will touch my child." Wysteria yelled running to the babies side.
Wands were raised but flew from their owners hand as Riddonkulous disarmed them all in one wave. Wysteria picked up the baby and carried her back to stand beside her father.
"You would kill her for being a squibb?" Wsteria cried. "You're evil and pathetic the lot of you."
Riddonkulous reached out and took his wifes hand in his. He straightened himself a lot more sober than he was a moment ago, the unbearable empty cold was already sinking in.
"This child is our daughter." Riddonkulous said in the most firm of tones. "Sassporilla Imaginarium Bucket is our child, your grandchild. A life sacred and true and you would destroy innocence for hate sake. I disavow you. From this day forward you will not be allowed within a mile of this child. To do so will bring you folly and pain. 'Fanarai snóeile'!"
Riddonkulous' wand glowed with a bright red flare. A small flame appeared to grow out of the child's forehead. The flame surrounded the child then burst forth knocking her grandparents to the ground writhing in pain. The shrill screams of their own malcontent echoing in their ears.
The guests gathered in the great hall would never get to see the baby & mule their sicofantic praises to the socially elevated grand parents as Riddonkulous and Wysteria descended the back stairs, away from prying eyes and loose lips. Ms.Daisy made sure all doors closed and all eyes diverted as they made their subtle escape out the town homes back door into the warm late summer afternoon.
As Riddonkulous lead his wife from his parents home they noticed that where the small flame had once sprung to life, now grew a lock of firey pink hair.
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.
"The High Street London Bucket and Cobham Surrey Bent families, are proud to announce the birth of their new Granddaughter Sasporilla Bucket. Born early morning August 9, 1983 To Riddonkulous and Wysteria Bucket. Mother and child are resting comfortably in their Avonshire home. A baby shower will be held by private invitation only. Those of lesser social standing who wish to send a gift may do so care of the Bucket or Bent estates."
An elite group England's important pure blood families gathered at the modest 49 room London Town home of Woodrow and Oblivion Bucket to witness the happy welcoming of their beautiful new baby granddaughter. The town homes great room was a buzz with polite conversation and soft harp music. House elves carried trays of hors d'oeuvers to guests as Champaign flutes magically refilled.
A toddler, sitting between his mother and father, squirmed impatiently.
"Sit still Draco." Lucious Malfoy hissed as he checked his pocket watch. The hosts were 15 minutes late. Typical. Keep them waiting as if everyone else was of less importance.
Oblivion and Woodrow Bucket stood over their granddaughter, in her 2nd hand thrift store bassinet, in the 2nd floor dens receiving room. Woodrow Bucket was a man of small statute who often wore lifts to reach that coveted 5 foot height. His dusty gray boller hat, a half size to big, rested on his large sticky-outy ears. His bulbous crooked eyes seemed to look in 2 directions at once. Oblivion Bucket was a harsh woman whose bitter craggy face showed it. Standing taller than her husband, as most people did, she paced impatiently back and forth.
DR.Quincy Moorehouse Westburne Pudge, predominate specialist in squibb diagnosis, examined the child. Test after test was administered with every medical instrument at modern magical medicines disposal. With a sigh the doctor stopped and turned to the anxious grand parents.
"I'm sorry Mrs.Bucket", the doctor said as put away his instruments, "The results of the test were... inconclusive. The baby may or may not develop magic abilities."
"Woodrow!" Oblivian said, a cross look fell across her hard aged face. "I will not have a squibb born into our family."
"No pet." Woodrow Bucket said.
"Kill the child, we'll say it was a crib death."
"No pet... I mean yes pet."
Woodrow drew his wand and began to wave "Ava---". When a loud pop came from behind them.
Trillium & Chrysanthemum Bent apporated into the room. Trillium Bent tall debonair man, always impeccably dressed, and never a hair out of place. He walked like a king but everyone knew he was just another petty functionary in the Ministry of Magic. A gigolo living off the money his wife inherited from the untimely death of her parents. Chrysanthemum Bent had classical witch features. She was hideously ugly with a twisted warty nose, crooked teeth and one white eye that pierced your soul when it looked at you. Even the finest, most expensive designer fashions, couldn't hide her portly humped back frame.
Woodrow waved his wand as if casting a lullaby spell. Oblivion turned with a scowl. "How RUDE!" Oblivion Bucket hissed. "Apporateing into someone's home unannounced. How common."
"I could have been in my all together." Woodrow smiled waggling his eyebrows playfully at Chrysanthemum.
"Cut the Shit Brunhilda." Mrs. Bent said with a dismissive wave as she walked towards her grand child.
"My name is Oblivion!" Mrs.Bucket insisted.
"Change it to Daisy or to whatever you want for all I care." Mrs.Bent said pulling a clear stone from her robe.
"I have never been talked to like this before in my own home."
"Then I'm honored to be the first." Mrs. Bent laughed evilly waving her hand. "Now move your skinny ass aside."
"We'll I never." Mrs. Bucket scowled folding her arms.
"Yes you have my pet, remember last Tuesday..." Woodrow bucket smiled.
"Shut up Woodrow!" Oblivion Bucket hissed. "What are you doing Chrysanthemum Bent?"
"This stone is a gem of revealing. It is very old and very powerful. It will tell us with the utmost certainty if our granddaughter is a witch..."
"Or a squib." Mrs.Bucket smiled. "Like your daughter."
"Yes." Mrs.Bent whirled around and held the stone above the babies fore head. "If this child turns out to be like her mother..."
"Your daughter the squibb." Mrs. Bent smiled.
"... then you may kill it as you wish."
"I beg your pardon?!?" The voice of Wysteria Bucket shot across the room from the open doorway. Riddonkulous stood next to her, his unsteady inebriated knees just supporting his weight, but his wand was out at his side. Ms.Daisy, their devoted and set free House Elf, who chose to work for her favorite Bent, now a Bucket, Stood one step behind her mistress.
"None of you will touch my child." Wysteria yelled running to the babies side.
Wands were raised but flew from their owners hand as Riddonkulous disarmed them all in one wave. Wysteria picked up the baby and carried her back to stand beside her father.
"You would kill her for being a squibb?" Wsteria cried. "You're evil and pathetic the lot of you."
Riddonkulous reached out and took his wifes hand in his. He straightened himself a lot more sober than he was a moment ago, the unbearable empty cold was already sinking in.
"This child is our daughter." Riddonkulous said in the most firm of tones. "Sassporilla Imaginarium Bucket is our child, your grandchild. A life sacred and true and you would destroy innocence for hate sake. I disavow you. From this day forward you will not be allowed within a mile of this child. To do so will bring you folly and pain. 'Fanarai snóeile'!"
Riddonkulous' wand glowed with a bright red flare. A small flame appeared to grow out of the child's forehead. The flame surrounded the child then burst forth knocking her grandparents to the ground writhing in pain. The shrill screams of their own malcontent echoing in their ears.
The guests gathered in the great hall would never get to see the baby & mule their sicofantic praises to the socially elevated grand parents as Riddonkulous and Wysteria descended the back stairs, away from prying eyes and loose lips. Ms.Daisy made sure all doors closed and all eyes diverted as they made their subtle escape out the town homes back door into the warm late summer afternoon.
As Riddonkulous lead his wife from his parents home they noticed that where the small flame had once sprung to life, now grew a lock of firey pink hair.
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.