THE LONELY GATE HOUSE
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 13
A large mob gathered at the shore of the river Corrib, at Terryland Castle, preparing to get across the river and deal with the witches and or warlocks that hid on Jordans island.
"We've seen da cloaked ones leave their Island and turn our own ta stone. We've seen dem drop ours dead wit' a wave. Well we'll not live in fear of ya!" The Guard yelled as the mob cheered.
"It' high time we made dem answer for dare crimes!" The guard yelled.
"Ya let's give'm a kickin'!" The crowd yelled as they pushed past to cross the frozen shallows of the river.
In all the excitement no one noticed the two aurers in the shadows.
"Nick their headed straight for the school!" Lyra said concerned.
"Aparate ahead of them and warn O'Carrol what's coming. Then back to the ministry and bring back up! I'm going to try and hold them off at the gate house."
Lyra aparated to the gate, well ahead of the mob. She could see no one within sight of the gate house as she slipped in through the gate way and on yo the Droorlily school grounds. Lyra ran as fast as her legs could take her across the quad to the locked front doors of the school. Lyra pounded on the doors furiously trying to get someone's attention within.
A small slot in the door slid open revealing Headmaster O'Carrol. "What the fek do you want at this hour?"
"There's a well armed mob of muggles on it's way." Lyra said turning to run off again.
"Ah fek!" The head master cursed.
Professor O'Dowd and Matron O'Toole came down the hall.
"What's wrong Headmaster?" Professor O'Dowd asked.
"The muggles are coming." The headmaster said pulling his wand and ringing the schools emergency bells. Within minutes, teachers and students gathered in the main hallway. "All right shut yer gobs an' listen. There's an angry mob of muggles comin' here ta do us harm. Matron O'Toole I want ya ta tske the students, hand out brooms sn' get'em to safety. O'Dowd any that'r to young ta fly yet I need ya ta hide'm in da forest!"
"Headmaster." Sasporilla said. "I can't speak for everyone, but I want to stay and fight if necessary."
"It won't be safe miss Bucket." The headmaster said.
"I faced down Voldemorts Death Eaters in the battle of Hogwarts. If things go south I'd rather stand and fight to protect the school." Sasporilla said.
"Fine." Headmaster O'Carrol said.
"Count me in too." Deckland Casey said.
"Yep." Michael Kelly said. "And me."
There was a cascade of volunteers amongst the sixth and seventh years.
"A the fekin' peer pressure." Wendy said. "Fine I'll stay and fight to."
"You don't have to if you don't want to Wendy." Sasporilla said putting her hand on her friends shoulder. "This is serious. People will die if fighting starts. I've been a couple of battles and the only thing that kept me from joining the dead was luck."
"I don't want ta abandon my friends an' run ta safety." Wendy frowned.
"I understand." Sasporilla nodded. "I'm just saying there's no shame in saving yourself."
"Why don't you run then?" Wendy asked.
"Because I'm a stubborn, pig headed, foolish girl with helpful skills." Sassy smiled.
"Well I'll watch yer back Sasporilla." Wendy insisted.
"Fair enough." Saasy smiled. "All right any one with me, grab a broom."
Nick Owlemore changed the look of his clothes to something a grounds keeper would wear. He stepped out the gateway to greet the mob.
"What's all dis about?" Nick asked.
"We're here fer justice on does witches an' warlocks." Guard Gleason yelled, the mob cheering behind.
"Wha'?" Nick said surprised. "No one here but me. I'm fa care taker of dis historic buildin'. I'd be happy ta show ya 'round but ye'll have ta come back in da mornin'."
"We know dare in dare!" The guard snapped. "We know day chased da fisherman wit' dare magic!"
"I chase off poachers wit' fireworks!" Nick said pulling out a fist full of roman candles, lighting them and firing them off into the sky. "See! Just fire works."
"Den how da ya explain O'Rourkes daughter?" The guard asked.
"Stop this!" A womans voice yelled running up from the back. It was Geraldine O'Rourke pulling her newlywed husband by the hand. The crowd gasped. "Stop dis madness ya fools! How could ya t'ink I was turned ta stone? Use yer fekin' heads an' stop dis!"
"Geraldine O'Rourke?" The Guard said. "If you weren't turned ta stone den where da fek were ya?"
"I eloped wit' my sculptor boy friend who proposed ta me by makin' a life size statue o' me and placin' it in our garden. As soon as he asked I said yes. I left my da a note. I can't believe ya all t'ought I was turned ta stone. Are ya all on da drink?"
"See," Nick smiled. "Just a big misunderstandin'. Now if ya'd all just fek off, I'll be gettin' back to sleep."
"What about does who died?" The Guard asked. "Old Mr.Murphy an' da people at da community meetin'?"
"I heard a barman was shot." Nick said. "Bullets'll do dat ta ya!"
"Get yer arse out a da way or you'll get hurt." The guard insisted. "Ya can't fool me. I saw it wit' my own eyes."
The crowd started to calm down. It was becoming clear in the minds of those that had witnessed nothing but had just reacted when things went south that they just might be wrong. Warlocks were just stories right? Magic was for faerie stories, and wasn't real. That's when a dark figure in a hooded cloak appeared. With a quick cast of petrifaction he turned Nick Owlmore solid as stone before he could reach for his wand to defend.
"I'm da dark warlock you've come ta kill." The hooded figure said with a visibly evil grin amidst the sound weapons being cocked and readied to fire.
The warlock held pushed his wand up into the air and cast "Tonn Soinneáin!" Causing a blast wave of red energy to sweep the crowd and blew them back off their feet and sending them hard to the ground. The warlock stepped into the gateway and turned. "Come an' get me muggles."
Then he disappeared.
The Guard was the first one through the gateway. He was unexpectedly surprised to find the Droorlily school standing before him at the far side of the court yard. The teachers stood ready, wands in hand behind Headmaster O'Carrol who stood with a broad welcoming smile as the muggles flowed thtough the gate.
"Welcome ta Droorlily school fer magic." Headmaster O'Carrol said.
"My God dare real!" Someone yelled.
"We understand someone is causin' trouble in yer community." The headmaster said stepping forward. "But I can assure ya, it's no one ftom dis school."
"We saw yer warlock come troo dis gate!" Guard Gleason yelled. "He just attacked us out dare! Don't play de innocent wit' us boy'o."
"We've got children here." Headmaster O'Carrol pleaded. "Please, I'm begin' ya. No violence please."
"Dare'll be no violence as long as ya come quietly." The guard said pointing a borrowed pistol at the headmaster. "Just put all yer wands on da ground and get on yer knees."
Headmaster O'Carrol carefully pulled his wand and imperceptibly cast a spell which broke the gateways tether to the outside world. No one could now get in nor could any of them get out. O'Carrol then slowly lowered himself to his knees.
"See." The headmaster smiled. "We want no trouble."
The other teachers dropped to their knees and lowered their wands.
"All right den." Guard Gleason said. "Yer all under arrest fer da murders of regular people in da city a Galway. Lay face down on da gtound wit' yer hands behind yer backs an' don't ya move as yer restrained."
The guard turned to a group that carried torches and gasoline.
"You lot go burn da school." Guard Gleason said.
"Think of da children!" Headmaster O'Carrol said.
"Are dare any children inside?" Guard Gleason asked.
"No." O'Carrol said. "We got dem out yo safety when we heard ya were comin'. Dare miles away by now. But if ya burn da school down, da kids'll have no place ta learn."
"I t'ink we're sll better off wit' none a yer kind around." The guard snapped.
"Perhaps," a voice boomed across the court yard from the roof of the school where the warlock stood, his wand pointed at his own neck, "da world'll be better off wit' out muggles!"
The warlock turned his wand and started casting Bombarda into the crowd who opened fire.
Bullets flew as the headmaster and the teachers grabbed their wands and started to protect the crowd from the warlock. Fear and hatred saw bullets hit professors in the back, dropping them to the ground.
The warlock apparated away leaving just the outraged muggles to face the professors of Droorlily.
"Now!" Sasporilla ordered as she flew out of the skies high above, followed by the Droorlily student volunteer army. The students swooped in unseen and started casting stupify and petrificus totalus at the muggles. The students were able to make to full attacks before the muggles realized where the spells were coming from and they started firing up into the sky. Sasporilla dodged and weaved as bullets whizzed by her heard but unseen in the night sky.
A bullet tore through Decklands right shoulder and sent him hurtling off his broom and to the ground, out of control.
"Aresto momentum!" Sasporilla cast slowing him so that he landed softly on the ground.
"I got one a da bastards!" Formy Kildare laughed as a blast of blue petrified him.
Sasporilla landed her broom near Deckland, took off her Hufflepuff scarf and applied it to Decklands wound.
"Ah Jaysus dat hurts!" Deckland protested.
"Keep pressure on it." Sasporilla ordered. "I'll try and keep them off of you!"
Sasporilla was like a whirling dervish spinning and casting. Petrifying muggles and blocking their bullets. Deckland had never seen anything like it.
A group of muggles had made it to the school. They tried everything they could to break a window but spells protected the glass. A blast of magical energy shattered the ground floor windows of the main building. The muggles looked to see where the blast had come from but only caught a glimpse of a wizard disaperating.
With new found haste they poured gasoline into the school windows and set Droorlily a light. The fire spread quickly through the old wood of the school.
Headmaster O'Carrol turned to see his school on fire. If something wasn't done to get it under control quickly, they'd surely loose it all. The headmaster drew his wand but a bullet rang out from the tip of a muggle pistol.
"Headmaster!" Sasporilla yelled as she leapt between him and the bullet which caught her in the chest. Sasporilla fell to the ground unconscious as a hundred aurers from the ministry of magic apparated in.
A large mob gathered at the shore of the river Corrib, at Terryland Castle, preparing to get across the river and deal with the witches and or warlocks that hid on Jordans island.
"We've seen da cloaked ones leave their Island and turn our own ta stone. We've seen dem drop ours dead wit' a wave. Well we'll not live in fear of ya!" The Guard yelled as the mob cheered.
"It' high time we made dem answer for dare crimes!" The guard yelled.
"Ya let's give'm a kickin'!" The crowd yelled as they pushed past to cross the frozen shallows of the river.
In all the excitement no one noticed the two aurers in the shadows.
"Nick their headed straight for the school!" Lyra said concerned.
"Aparate ahead of them and warn O'Carrol what's coming. Then back to the ministry and bring back up! I'm going to try and hold them off at the gate house."
Lyra aparated to the gate, well ahead of the mob. She could see no one within sight of the gate house as she slipped in through the gate way and on yo the Droorlily school grounds. Lyra ran as fast as her legs could take her across the quad to the locked front doors of the school. Lyra pounded on the doors furiously trying to get someone's attention within.
A small slot in the door slid open revealing Headmaster O'Carrol. "What the fek do you want at this hour?"
"There's a well armed mob of muggles on it's way." Lyra said turning to run off again.
"Ah fek!" The head master cursed.
Professor O'Dowd and Matron O'Toole came down the hall.
"What's wrong Headmaster?" Professor O'Dowd asked.
"The muggles are coming." The headmaster said pulling his wand and ringing the schools emergency bells. Within minutes, teachers and students gathered in the main hallway. "All right shut yer gobs an' listen. There's an angry mob of muggles comin' here ta do us harm. Matron O'Toole I want ya ta tske the students, hand out brooms sn' get'em to safety. O'Dowd any that'r to young ta fly yet I need ya ta hide'm in da forest!"
"Headmaster." Sasporilla said. "I can't speak for everyone, but I want to stay and fight if necessary."
"It won't be safe miss Bucket." The headmaster said.
"I faced down Voldemorts Death Eaters in the battle of Hogwarts. If things go south I'd rather stand and fight to protect the school." Sasporilla said.
"Fine." Headmaster O'Carrol said.
"Count me in too." Deckland Casey said.
"Yep." Michael Kelly said. "And me."
There was a cascade of volunteers amongst the sixth and seventh years.
"A the fekin' peer pressure." Wendy said. "Fine I'll stay and fight to."
"You don't have to if you don't want to Wendy." Sasporilla said putting her hand on her friends shoulder. "This is serious. People will die if fighting starts. I've been a couple of battles and the only thing that kept me from joining the dead was luck."
"I don't want ta abandon my friends an' run ta safety." Wendy frowned.
"I understand." Sasporilla nodded. "I'm just saying there's no shame in saving yourself."
"Why don't you run then?" Wendy asked.
"Because I'm a stubborn, pig headed, foolish girl with helpful skills." Sassy smiled.
"Well I'll watch yer back Sasporilla." Wendy insisted.
"Fair enough." Saasy smiled. "All right any one with me, grab a broom."
Nick Owlemore changed the look of his clothes to something a grounds keeper would wear. He stepped out the gateway to greet the mob.
"What's all dis about?" Nick asked.
"We're here fer justice on does witches an' warlocks." Guard Gleason yelled, the mob cheering behind.
"Wha'?" Nick said surprised. "No one here but me. I'm fa care taker of dis historic buildin'. I'd be happy ta show ya 'round but ye'll have ta come back in da mornin'."
"We know dare in dare!" The guard snapped. "We know day chased da fisherman wit' dare magic!"
"I chase off poachers wit' fireworks!" Nick said pulling out a fist full of roman candles, lighting them and firing them off into the sky. "See! Just fire works."
"Den how da ya explain O'Rourkes daughter?" The guard asked.
"Stop this!" A womans voice yelled running up from the back. It was Geraldine O'Rourke pulling her newlywed husband by the hand. The crowd gasped. "Stop dis madness ya fools! How could ya t'ink I was turned ta stone? Use yer fekin' heads an' stop dis!"
"Geraldine O'Rourke?" The Guard said. "If you weren't turned ta stone den where da fek were ya?"
"I eloped wit' my sculptor boy friend who proposed ta me by makin' a life size statue o' me and placin' it in our garden. As soon as he asked I said yes. I left my da a note. I can't believe ya all t'ought I was turned ta stone. Are ya all on da drink?"
"See," Nick smiled. "Just a big misunderstandin'. Now if ya'd all just fek off, I'll be gettin' back to sleep."
"What about does who died?" The Guard asked. "Old Mr.Murphy an' da people at da community meetin'?"
"I heard a barman was shot." Nick said. "Bullets'll do dat ta ya!"
"Get yer arse out a da way or you'll get hurt." The guard insisted. "Ya can't fool me. I saw it wit' my own eyes."
The crowd started to calm down. It was becoming clear in the minds of those that had witnessed nothing but had just reacted when things went south that they just might be wrong. Warlocks were just stories right? Magic was for faerie stories, and wasn't real. That's when a dark figure in a hooded cloak appeared. With a quick cast of petrifaction he turned Nick Owlmore solid as stone before he could reach for his wand to defend.
"I'm da dark warlock you've come ta kill." The hooded figure said with a visibly evil grin amidst the sound weapons being cocked and readied to fire.
The warlock held pushed his wand up into the air and cast "Tonn Soinneáin!" Causing a blast wave of red energy to sweep the crowd and blew them back off their feet and sending them hard to the ground. The warlock stepped into the gateway and turned. "Come an' get me muggles."
Then he disappeared.
The Guard was the first one through the gateway. He was unexpectedly surprised to find the Droorlily school standing before him at the far side of the court yard. The teachers stood ready, wands in hand behind Headmaster O'Carrol who stood with a broad welcoming smile as the muggles flowed thtough the gate.
"Welcome ta Droorlily school fer magic." Headmaster O'Carrol said.
"My God dare real!" Someone yelled.
"We understand someone is causin' trouble in yer community." The headmaster said stepping forward. "But I can assure ya, it's no one ftom dis school."
"We saw yer warlock come troo dis gate!" Guard Gleason yelled. "He just attacked us out dare! Don't play de innocent wit' us boy'o."
"We've got children here." Headmaster O'Carrol pleaded. "Please, I'm begin' ya. No violence please."
"Dare'll be no violence as long as ya come quietly." The guard said pointing a borrowed pistol at the headmaster. "Just put all yer wands on da ground and get on yer knees."
Headmaster O'Carrol carefully pulled his wand and imperceptibly cast a spell which broke the gateways tether to the outside world. No one could now get in nor could any of them get out. O'Carrol then slowly lowered himself to his knees.
"See." The headmaster smiled. "We want no trouble."
The other teachers dropped to their knees and lowered their wands.
"All right den." Guard Gleason said. "Yer all under arrest fer da murders of regular people in da city a Galway. Lay face down on da gtound wit' yer hands behind yer backs an' don't ya move as yer restrained."
The guard turned to a group that carried torches and gasoline.
"You lot go burn da school." Guard Gleason said.
"Think of da children!" Headmaster O'Carrol said.
"Are dare any children inside?" Guard Gleason asked.
"No." O'Carrol said. "We got dem out yo safety when we heard ya were comin'. Dare miles away by now. But if ya burn da school down, da kids'll have no place ta learn."
"I t'ink we're sll better off wit' none a yer kind around." The guard snapped.
"Perhaps," a voice boomed across the court yard from the roof of the school where the warlock stood, his wand pointed at his own neck, "da world'll be better off wit' out muggles!"
The warlock turned his wand and started casting Bombarda into the crowd who opened fire.
Bullets flew as the headmaster and the teachers grabbed their wands and started to protect the crowd from the warlock. Fear and hatred saw bullets hit professors in the back, dropping them to the ground.
The warlock apparated away leaving just the outraged muggles to face the professors of Droorlily.
"Now!" Sasporilla ordered as she flew out of the skies high above, followed by the Droorlily student volunteer army. The students swooped in unseen and started casting stupify and petrificus totalus at the muggles. The students were able to make to full attacks before the muggles realized where the spells were coming from and they started firing up into the sky. Sasporilla dodged and weaved as bullets whizzed by her heard but unseen in the night sky.
A bullet tore through Decklands right shoulder and sent him hurtling off his broom and to the ground, out of control.
"Aresto momentum!" Sasporilla cast slowing him so that he landed softly on the ground.
"I got one a da bastards!" Formy Kildare laughed as a blast of blue petrified him.
Sasporilla landed her broom near Deckland, took off her Hufflepuff scarf and applied it to Decklands wound.
"Ah Jaysus dat hurts!" Deckland protested.
"Keep pressure on it." Sasporilla ordered. "I'll try and keep them off of you!"
Sasporilla was like a whirling dervish spinning and casting. Petrifying muggles and blocking their bullets. Deckland had never seen anything like it.
A group of muggles had made it to the school. They tried everything they could to break a window but spells protected the glass. A blast of magical energy shattered the ground floor windows of the main building. The muggles looked to see where the blast had come from but only caught a glimpse of a wizard disaperating.
With new found haste they poured gasoline into the school windows and set Droorlily a light. The fire spread quickly through the old wood of the school.
Headmaster O'Carrol turned to see his school on fire. If something wasn't done to get it under control quickly, they'd surely loose it all. The headmaster drew his wand but a bullet rang out from the tip of a muggle pistol.
"Headmaster!" Sasporilla yelled as she leapt between him and the bullet which caught her in the chest. Sasporilla fell to the ground unconscious as a hundred aurers from the ministry of magic apparated in.
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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.