THE LONELY GATE HOUSE
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 11
The muggles were scared, and they were never more dangerous then when they were afraid. The muggles gathered at St.Corbbin's school for an emergency community meeting.
"I'm tellin' ya," Guard Gleason said, "As crazy as it sounds, I saw the witch with me own eyes!"
"Ya saw the killer, no doubt Brendan." The barman said. "Probably just dressed like a witch because they don't exist!"
"Den explain da damn green magic blasts ya know it all bastard!" The guard snapped.
"Let's try and keep t'ings civil people." The mayor insisted.
"Fire works, light effects, flash bulbs, all of dem we've all seen!" The barman reasoned. "Magic isn't real!"
"Den explain da history of da island!" Someone in the crowd yelled out.
"Legends based on stories!" The barman insisted.
"What about O'Rourkes daughter?" Another person yelled out. "She's been turned to stone sure enough. I've seen her with my own eyes!"
"I can't believe we're a large group of rational people such as yer selves are actually debating magic as an answer!" The barman said trying to defuse the mob. "What century is it we're standin' in? We're not a bunch a uneducated, superstitious rubes are we?"
The crowd seemed to quiet and looked a bit ashamed. "I t'ink someone's playin' us all!" The barman yelled. "Playin' us fer a bunch a suckers."
People were starting to agree. If he could defuse the the mass hysteria he might be able to keep Droorlily safe, and the wizarding world a secret at best, an urban legend at the worst.
The lights in the school flickered of and on a cloaked figure appeared carrying a wand. A clearly male voice cast "Avada Kedavra!" Arlene O'Sullivan fell to the floor dead in a burst of green energy. People started to scream and run as burst after burst of green death took the lives of muggles. The barman had no choice. He reached into his coat and pulled his wand. The barman cast a petrifaction spell but the cloaked wizard saw it coming and deflected it into a muggle who turned stiff as stone.
Muggles poured out of the school screaming into the night as the two wizards dueled in the halls. Magical energy flew from the tips of their wands. Energy deflected and bouncing.
"Why'd ya do it?" The barman demanded. "Why?!"
A gun shot echoed through the bowels of the school as a bullet tore through the chest of the barman who dropped to the floor in a spreading puddle of his own blood. With a throaty chuckle the dark wizard pointed his wand at the small man with a pistol who tried to hide in a door way. The dark wizard folded in upon himself and vanished in a pop.
*************
The girls dorm was alive with sound of rock and roll. Sasporilla Bucket on guitar and Wendy Murphy on the drums. They did more than just jam these days. They actually had a playlist and enjoyed playing these songs together. Two songs were popular pieces by the Weird Sisters and Parsons Wand Shop. One song they did was a song that they had written together called "Bogart" about the magical creature famed for hiding in cupboards.
Moirah Dinggle opened the door to their room a crowd of girls, with their hands clamped tightly over their ears, stood behind and around her. Moira pulled her wand and cast "Tost!" The room went silent despite Wendys pounding.
Sassy and Wendy looked at their instruments and then up to see the angry girls standing in the doorway. Sasporilla clear mouthed "Sorry" but Moirah Dinggle decided to leave the silence spell on a bit longer as the things Wendy was saying were better left unheard.
"You two are disturbing your dorm mates." Moirah said. "Again!"
"But we sound fantastic," Wendy smiled, "so pull de stick out a yer arse and sod off."
"I apologize ladies." Sasporilla said. "In my excitement I guess I forgot to cast a noise dampening spell."
"Fair enough." Moirah said. "Dats anoder demarit t'da both a ya!"
"A come on Moirah!" Wendy protested. "Dat puts me at nineteen! One more an I'm expelled!"
"Den shut yer noise ya gobshyte!" Moirah said. "It's one in da friggin' mornin'! You should be asleep not tryin' to entertain all o' Galway! Yer sisters need dare sleep! So instruments away, night dress on an' inta bed NOW!"
"Yes of course." Sasporilla said putting down her guitar. "Once again I am sorry Moirah, ladies."
*************
Police cordoned off the area of St.Corbinns school. Bodies were removed on stretchers as detectives investigated the murders. Eye witness testimony made little sense. A wizard in robes casting green death from a wooden stick but the barman lay dead in the hall still holding a similar wooden stick.
"Make way." Chief inspector Walsh said followed by two detectives none of the guards recognized. "Everyone clear the area!"
The two detectives began to look over the evidence as the Guarda stepped outside of the building.
"Is there any proof to the rumors?" The Chief asked.
"Yes." Nick Owlmore said. "I'm afraid it's true. One of our people did this."
"Damn it!" The Chief cursed. "This'll be da end o the peace fer sure."
"Nick." Lyra called from the school room.
Nick and the Chief entered the large room where the meeting had been held. There were various blast marks on the walls, ceiling and floors.
Lyra Lee-Ashwolf pointed her wand at the marks and retraced their paths back to a central casting point. "Looks like we're dealing with just one man."
"Are you so sure it was a wizard and not a witch?" Nick asked.
"The angles suggest the caster was about six feet tall." Lyra said. "That makes it a ninety five percent chance it was a wizard."
"What started all this Cecil?" Nick asked the chief.
"Fisherman saw somethin' unusual on Jordan's island and chanced his way into the school grounds." The chief sighed.
"School?" Lyra asked.
"Droorlily." Nick said. "Irish school for witches and warlocks."
"Apparently he was discovered." The chief said. "An' was chased into da river."
"Stupid and damn sloppy." Nick cursed. "Have we got all the muggle witnesses?" Lyra asked.
"No." The chief said. "Everyone scattered and the word is spreading. Normally I'd say wave yer wands an' fix it but I got dead people. We need t' solve dis before anyone else gets hurt."
The muggles were scared, and they were never more dangerous then when they were afraid. The muggles gathered at St.Corbbin's school for an emergency community meeting.
"I'm tellin' ya," Guard Gleason said, "As crazy as it sounds, I saw the witch with me own eyes!"
"Ya saw the killer, no doubt Brendan." The barman said. "Probably just dressed like a witch because they don't exist!"
"Den explain da damn green magic blasts ya know it all bastard!" The guard snapped.
"Let's try and keep t'ings civil people." The mayor insisted.
"Fire works, light effects, flash bulbs, all of dem we've all seen!" The barman reasoned. "Magic isn't real!"
"Den explain da history of da island!" Someone in the crowd yelled out.
"Legends based on stories!" The barman insisted.
"What about O'Rourkes daughter?" Another person yelled out. "She's been turned to stone sure enough. I've seen her with my own eyes!"
"I can't believe we're a large group of rational people such as yer selves are actually debating magic as an answer!" The barman said trying to defuse the mob. "What century is it we're standin' in? We're not a bunch a uneducated, superstitious rubes are we?"
The crowd seemed to quiet and looked a bit ashamed. "I t'ink someone's playin' us all!" The barman yelled. "Playin' us fer a bunch a suckers."
People were starting to agree. If he could defuse the the mass hysteria he might be able to keep Droorlily safe, and the wizarding world a secret at best, an urban legend at the worst.
The lights in the school flickered of and on a cloaked figure appeared carrying a wand. A clearly male voice cast "Avada Kedavra!" Arlene O'Sullivan fell to the floor dead in a burst of green energy. People started to scream and run as burst after burst of green death took the lives of muggles. The barman had no choice. He reached into his coat and pulled his wand. The barman cast a petrifaction spell but the cloaked wizard saw it coming and deflected it into a muggle who turned stiff as stone.
Muggles poured out of the school screaming into the night as the two wizards dueled in the halls. Magical energy flew from the tips of their wands. Energy deflected and bouncing.
"Why'd ya do it?" The barman demanded. "Why?!"
A gun shot echoed through the bowels of the school as a bullet tore through the chest of the barman who dropped to the floor in a spreading puddle of his own blood. With a throaty chuckle the dark wizard pointed his wand at the small man with a pistol who tried to hide in a door way. The dark wizard folded in upon himself and vanished in a pop.
*************
The girls dorm was alive with sound of rock and roll. Sasporilla Bucket on guitar and Wendy Murphy on the drums. They did more than just jam these days. They actually had a playlist and enjoyed playing these songs together. Two songs were popular pieces by the Weird Sisters and Parsons Wand Shop. One song they did was a song that they had written together called "Bogart" about the magical creature famed for hiding in cupboards.
Moirah Dinggle opened the door to their room a crowd of girls, with their hands clamped tightly over their ears, stood behind and around her. Moira pulled her wand and cast "Tost!" The room went silent despite Wendys pounding.
Sassy and Wendy looked at their instruments and then up to see the angry girls standing in the doorway. Sasporilla clear mouthed "Sorry" but Moirah Dinggle decided to leave the silence spell on a bit longer as the things Wendy was saying were better left unheard.
"You two are disturbing your dorm mates." Moirah said. "Again!"
"But we sound fantastic," Wendy smiled, "so pull de stick out a yer arse and sod off."
"I apologize ladies." Sasporilla said. "In my excitement I guess I forgot to cast a noise dampening spell."
"Fair enough." Moirah said. "Dats anoder demarit t'da both a ya!"
"A come on Moirah!" Wendy protested. "Dat puts me at nineteen! One more an I'm expelled!"
"Den shut yer noise ya gobshyte!" Moirah said. "It's one in da friggin' mornin'! You should be asleep not tryin' to entertain all o' Galway! Yer sisters need dare sleep! So instruments away, night dress on an' inta bed NOW!"
"Yes of course." Sasporilla said putting down her guitar. "Once again I am sorry Moirah, ladies."
*************
Police cordoned off the area of St.Corbinns school. Bodies were removed on stretchers as detectives investigated the murders. Eye witness testimony made little sense. A wizard in robes casting green death from a wooden stick but the barman lay dead in the hall still holding a similar wooden stick.
"Make way." Chief inspector Walsh said followed by two detectives none of the guards recognized. "Everyone clear the area!"
The two detectives began to look over the evidence as the Guarda stepped outside of the building.
"Is there any proof to the rumors?" The Chief asked.
"Yes." Nick Owlmore said. "I'm afraid it's true. One of our people did this."
"Damn it!" The Chief cursed. "This'll be da end o the peace fer sure."
"Nick." Lyra called from the school room.
Nick and the Chief entered the large room where the meeting had been held. There were various blast marks on the walls, ceiling and floors.
Lyra Lee-Ashwolf pointed her wand at the marks and retraced their paths back to a central casting point. "Looks like we're dealing with just one man."
"Are you so sure it was a wizard and not a witch?" Nick asked.
"The angles suggest the caster was about six feet tall." Lyra said. "That makes it a ninety five percent chance it was a wizard."
"What started all this Cecil?" Nick asked the chief.
"Fisherman saw somethin' unusual on Jordan's island and chanced his way into the school grounds." The chief sighed.
"School?" Lyra asked.
"Droorlily." Nick said. "Irish school for witches and warlocks."
"Apparently he was discovered." The chief said. "An' was chased into da river."
"Stupid and damn sloppy." Nick cursed. "Have we got all the muggle witnesses?" Lyra asked.
"No." The chief said. "Everyone scattered and the word is spreading. Normally I'd say wave yer wands an' fix it but I got dead people. We need t' solve dis before anyone else gets hurt."
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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.