THE LONELY GATE HOUSE
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 7
It was quarter after nine when everyone met up and aparated back to the lonely gate house. An older man sat on the bank of the river doing some night fishing smoking his pipe when he heard the pop of the eight of them aparating in. He turned and saw the kids in their long green robes shuffle off and disappear into thin air.
The old man blinked and dropped his fishing pole on the bank. He wandered over to the spot where they disappeared. There was nothing there. He started to wonder if he'd had one to many Guinness this evening. Then as he reached his hand forward, it vanished before his eyes. He pulled his arm back suddenly and looked at his hand. It was whole and undamaged. He closed his eyes and stepped forward. He took one step and then another. Then he bumped into a wall. The old man opened his eyes and saw himself standing in front of an old gate house. He had never seen this building before! He walked around the building. It had windows but no door in. He peeked in the windows to the dark interior. There was no sign of movement inside. The old man walked back around the front of the gate house. He felt a bit of a warm breeze coming from inside the gate way arch. He stepped through into the Droorlily court yard and saw the well lit old stone building which housed Irelands school for magic.
An alarm sounded and the old man turn and ran. Spells flew past the old man as he ran. He forgot all about his fishing pole and tackle. The old man just ran into the darkness until he fell into the river. Wizards and witches ran to the edge of the river, wands lit searching the night for the old muggle man who stared up at them from just below the freezing waters surface.
The old man could see the people in their robes, some with floppy pointed hats. The legends were true! Jordan's island was a place where witches and warlocks lived.
The old man waited for them to leave before he swam away back across the river Corrib.
It was about ten pm the old man wandered into McReadies Pub half frozen and off his head. They sat him down in front of the fire and wrapped him in a blanket. They fixed him piping hot coffee and tried to calm the old man down as he rambled on about a secret gateway, witches and warlocks.
"I'm not drunk!" The old man protested. "I'm tellin ya I saw dem wit my own eyes. They chased me across Jordan's island and tried to kill me. Day'd have done it to if i hadn't slipped into da water of da Corrib."
"Come on ol' timer." The barman said. "Get another coffee in ya. It'll help warm ya if nothin' else."
"You mark my words and heed my warnin' the lot of ya!" The old man yelled. "It always starts like this. Someone sees 'em, den day ferget and den people start dyin'!"
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The entire sixth year class was called to the headmasters office first thing in the morning.
"One rule!" The head master said. "You have one rule to follow when you go to town! Don't be fekin' seen!"
"But headmas..." Michael Kelly started.
"Zip it ya gobshyte!" The headmaster yelled. "You were seen by a muggle and followed by him t'rough da invisibility spells right into da Droorlily court yard! I should expel ya all!"
"Sir I believe I was the last one through the gateway." Sasporilla said stiffly. "There fore it would be my fault, and my responsibility."
"Fine den," the headmaster said, "Ya want me to expel ya den?"
"No sir I don't." Sasporilla said trying not to show the Headmasters anger had got her back up. "But I don't understand how he got away without an obliviate spell?"
"Are ya suggestin' the teachin' staff couldn't even hunt down a muggle ta fix this?" The headmaster slammed his fist on his desk. "Are ya sayin' we Irish are incompetent Miss Bucket from England?"
"Stop putting words in my mouth!" Sasporilla blew. "If I meant to say you were incompetent you silly little man I would have done so! What I am saying is that this is easily fixed and don't understand why it hasn't been fixed!"
Headmaster O'Carrol got a broad smile on his face. "Ah it's good ta see a bit a the Irish fire in girl. Fact is my incompetent staff lost him in da dark and he made it back ta town."
"Specifically into my pub." The bar man said stepping from the shadows in back. "I gave him a memory draft and most think he was drunk, but the old Whispers that surround this place because of the atrocities of Dark Wizard O'Doyle, are spreading in town again. It may lead to conflict."
"It will." The headmaster said. "It always does."
It was quarter after nine when everyone met up and aparated back to the lonely gate house. An older man sat on the bank of the river doing some night fishing smoking his pipe when he heard the pop of the eight of them aparating in. He turned and saw the kids in their long green robes shuffle off and disappear into thin air.
The old man blinked and dropped his fishing pole on the bank. He wandered over to the spot where they disappeared. There was nothing there. He started to wonder if he'd had one to many Guinness this evening. Then as he reached his hand forward, it vanished before his eyes. He pulled his arm back suddenly and looked at his hand. It was whole and undamaged. He closed his eyes and stepped forward. He took one step and then another. Then he bumped into a wall. The old man opened his eyes and saw himself standing in front of an old gate house. He had never seen this building before! He walked around the building. It had windows but no door in. He peeked in the windows to the dark interior. There was no sign of movement inside. The old man walked back around the front of the gate house. He felt a bit of a warm breeze coming from inside the gate way arch. He stepped through into the Droorlily court yard and saw the well lit old stone building which housed Irelands school for magic.
An alarm sounded and the old man turn and ran. Spells flew past the old man as he ran. He forgot all about his fishing pole and tackle. The old man just ran into the darkness until he fell into the river. Wizards and witches ran to the edge of the river, wands lit searching the night for the old muggle man who stared up at them from just below the freezing waters surface.
The old man could see the people in their robes, some with floppy pointed hats. The legends were true! Jordan's island was a place where witches and warlocks lived.
The old man waited for them to leave before he swam away back across the river Corrib.
It was about ten pm the old man wandered into McReadies Pub half frozen and off his head. They sat him down in front of the fire and wrapped him in a blanket. They fixed him piping hot coffee and tried to calm the old man down as he rambled on about a secret gateway, witches and warlocks.
"I'm not drunk!" The old man protested. "I'm tellin ya I saw dem wit my own eyes. They chased me across Jordan's island and tried to kill me. Day'd have done it to if i hadn't slipped into da water of da Corrib."
"Come on ol' timer." The barman said. "Get another coffee in ya. It'll help warm ya if nothin' else."
"You mark my words and heed my warnin' the lot of ya!" The old man yelled. "It always starts like this. Someone sees 'em, den day ferget and den people start dyin'!"
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The entire sixth year class was called to the headmasters office first thing in the morning.
"One rule!" The head master said. "You have one rule to follow when you go to town! Don't be fekin' seen!"
"But headmas..." Michael Kelly started.
"Zip it ya gobshyte!" The headmaster yelled. "You were seen by a muggle and followed by him t'rough da invisibility spells right into da Droorlily court yard! I should expel ya all!"
"Sir I believe I was the last one through the gateway." Sasporilla said stiffly. "There fore it would be my fault, and my responsibility."
"Fine den," the headmaster said, "Ya want me to expel ya den?"
"No sir I don't." Sasporilla said trying not to show the Headmasters anger had got her back up. "But I don't understand how he got away without an obliviate spell?"
"Are ya suggestin' the teachin' staff couldn't even hunt down a muggle ta fix this?" The headmaster slammed his fist on his desk. "Are ya sayin' we Irish are incompetent Miss Bucket from England?"
"Stop putting words in my mouth!" Sasporilla blew. "If I meant to say you were incompetent you silly little man I would have done so! What I am saying is that this is easily fixed and don't understand why it hasn't been fixed!"
Headmaster O'Carrol got a broad smile on his face. "Ah it's good ta see a bit a the Irish fire in girl. Fact is my incompetent staff lost him in da dark and he made it back ta town."
"Specifically into my pub." The bar man said stepping from the shadows in back. "I gave him a memory draft and most think he was drunk, but the old Whispers that surround this place because of the atrocities of Dark Wizard O'Doyle, are spreading in town again. It may lead to conflict."
"It will." The headmaster said. "It always does."
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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.