THE LONELY GATE HOUSE
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 8
Sasporilla Bucket tried to keep her mind on her school work. She was getting better at Biorythmatics and was learning a bit more about types of woods than she had before. By and far her favorite class was the nightly weaving class put on by the house elves.
Sassy had never imagined that there was so much to know about weaving. Different types of knots, ties and joins could be used for different results. She learned the differences of making items or weaving traps and spells effects. Sasporillas primary area of interest was learning to weave a simple crystal like cylinder with a strand of magic that ran through its center. She had wondered if it would be possible to always leave it connected to the fabric of magic.
"That would be impossible girl." Harminster said. "To leave connected front and back to the fabric of magic would make it immovable."
"Darn it." Sasporilla said disappointed. "I was hoping to use it as part of my wand core design. My idea is to weave a solid cylindrical core with a strand of magic that can be tuned and attuned to the witch or wizard but gets more power by staying connected to the magic rather than ripping bits off to use them."
"As I said to leave it connected is impossible." Harminster said. "But you can create a strand that reconnects itself fluidly without fully hard weaving itself back into the fabric."
"How can I do that?" Sassy asked.
"Create what you described to me." Harminster said. "As best you can."
Sasporilla plucked and tied knots as she isolated at thick strand of magic and wove a small cylindrical crystal around it. She separated the crystal from the fabric of magic by outlining it with her finger, but she left it connected at the ends of the strand that ran through its center.
"There." Sasporilla said stepping back.
"Not bad." Harminster said. "But you'll need to improve your crystal for what you have planned. The clearer the better."
Harminster held the object by its strands. He pulled them taught leaving just a touch of slack on either side.
"Cut the strands on the out side of my fingers." Harminster said.
Sasporilla used her finger to cleanly cut the strands.
"Now," Harminster said as he turned the object vertically, "grasp the bottom strand in your fingers."
Sasporilla did as she was asked watching intently as Harminster grabbed the strand close to the cylinder between his left fingers while he split the end of the strand in thirds with his right fingers. He twirled his hand spinning the split ends into a braid with three ends loose at the end. He then flipped it around and did the same on the other end.
Harminster held the crystal cylinder in his palm as Sasporilla watched the frayed ends touch and join with the fabric of magic. Sasporilla reached out and took her creation. As she picked it up from Harmiesters palm she watched the ends disconnect from strands of magic and reconnect with others the ends passed over.
"This is bloody brilliant Harminster!" Sasporilla gasped. "This is a wonderful solution."
"It's how woven magical items, like your Hogwarts sorting hat, maintain its link to magical energy." Harminster smiled. "You would have seen it eventually, I'm sure princess."
"Please Harminster." Sasporilla said. "Don't call me Princess. I am no princess."
"Oh but you most certainly are!" Harminster said taking the witches hand and snapping his fingers. They reappeared in a huge library filled with books old books and scrolls. "This is the elven repository of knowledge. A library of all things about or by elves."
Sasporilla marveled at amount of books that were here. So many things that elves had written and recorded that had probably never been shared with witches and wizards. Harminster turned around and pointed at the wall.
"There is your proof." Harminster said.
On the wall hung a tapestry of the Stilskin family line. It stood as a hundred feet high and covered the entire length of the room. "In the beginning was King Filknet Stilskin and his Queen Jumatti." Harminster said. "They ruled with kindness and benevolence. They taught magic to those humans who were worthy and created the first witches and wizards."
"That's hugely important history!" Sasporilla Bucket said. "Why isn't that the opening chapter of the history of Magic text book?"
"Think princess," Harminster said with a touch of anger, "can you see a wizard admit to having been taught it all by a lowly elf?"
"No." Sasporilla said ashamed of her people. "I promise you, I will some time , some how, I will see to it that this history is told!"
"I believe you princess." Harminster said. "If you follow your family tree you can see how it leads proudly until the five brothers. Of the five princes was one named Rumple Stilskin. He was an evil elf. A dark weaver who sought only to enslave humans. He killed three of his brothers in his quest to seize the throne before he was stopped. His brother Bibildy Stilskin was named King and banished Rumple Stilskin and his bloodlines from the royal house. The royal family apologized to humanity by promising elves would serve them loyally for a millenium. Over the next few hundred years the elves became comfortable as house elves and began forgetting their noble history. Though there is a long time left to go on this contract, those of us loyal to the royal house continue to quietly educate elves in the elf ways and skills so that we may rebuild after the time of servitude is over."
"But the way you're treated!" Sasporilla protested. "Damn the contract! You should be free!"
"No." Harminster said snapping his fingers and bringing out a simple scroll. "This is the entire binding pledge."
Sasporilla unrolled the contract which read simply 'We the elves of the royal house of Stilskin condemn the actions of our blood and pledge our people to serve Witches, Wizards and deserving humans for a period of exactly one thousand years.'
"Of course Rumple Stilskins blood line refused to capitulate and his children began taking slaves again to weave." Harminster frowned.
"Crinklesunpin and Crumplegoldjin?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes!" Harminster said. "And you organized their rescue of their slaves while fighting to free the centaurs. Now follow your lines from down to your Great Grand father Skiffle who was the secret love of your witch Great Grand Mother Felicity (Olivander) Bucket. Of the off spring of the Bilby Stilskin - Bucket line only two of you remain. Your Uncle Homunculus and yourself. He has no elven traits or magical ties where you do. As it stands, though he is officially King, he doesn't know it. He is not a good wizard but he isn't a dark wizard either. When he passes you will be Queen."
"What about his children?" Sasporilla asked.
"He is not married and incapable of having children." Harminster said.
Sasporilla watched as the tapestry knitted the image of her face into the weave of cloth.
Sasporilla Bucket tried to keep her mind on her school work. She was getting better at Biorythmatics and was learning a bit more about types of woods than she had before. By and far her favorite class was the nightly weaving class put on by the house elves.
Sassy had never imagined that there was so much to know about weaving. Different types of knots, ties and joins could be used for different results. She learned the differences of making items or weaving traps and spells effects. Sasporillas primary area of interest was learning to weave a simple crystal like cylinder with a strand of magic that ran through its center. She had wondered if it would be possible to always leave it connected to the fabric of magic.
"That would be impossible girl." Harminster said. "To leave connected front and back to the fabric of magic would make it immovable."
"Darn it." Sasporilla said disappointed. "I was hoping to use it as part of my wand core design. My idea is to weave a solid cylindrical core with a strand of magic that can be tuned and attuned to the witch or wizard but gets more power by staying connected to the magic rather than ripping bits off to use them."
"As I said to leave it connected is impossible." Harminster said. "But you can create a strand that reconnects itself fluidly without fully hard weaving itself back into the fabric."
"How can I do that?" Sassy asked.
"Create what you described to me." Harminster said. "As best you can."
Sasporilla plucked and tied knots as she isolated at thick strand of magic and wove a small cylindrical crystal around it. She separated the crystal from the fabric of magic by outlining it with her finger, but she left it connected at the ends of the strand that ran through its center.
"There." Sasporilla said stepping back.
"Not bad." Harminster said. "But you'll need to improve your crystal for what you have planned. The clearer the better."
Harminster held the object by its strands. He pulled them taught leaving just a touch of slack on either side.
"Cut the strands on the out side of my fingers." Harminster said.
Sasporilla used her finger to cleanly cut the strands.
"Now," Harminster said as he turned the object vertically, "grasp the bottom strand in your fingers."
Sasporilla did as she was asked watching intently as Harminster grabbed the strand close to the cylinder between his left fingers while he split the end of the strand in thirds with his right fingers. He twirled his hand spinning the split ends into a braid with three ends loose at the end. He then flipped it around and did the same on the other end.
Harminster held the crystal cylinder in his palm as Sasporilla watched the frayed ends touch and join with the fabric of magic. Sasporilla reached out and took her creation. As she picked it up from Harmiesters palm she watched the ends disconnect from strands of magic and reconnect with others the ends passed over.
"This is bloody brilliant Harminster!" Sasporilla gasped. "This is a wonderful solution."
"It's how woven magical items, like your Hogwarts sorting hat, maintain its link to magical energy." Harminster smiled. "You would have seen it eventually, I'm sure princess."
"Please Harminster." Sasporilla said. "Don't call me Princess. I am no princess."
"Oh but you most certainly are!" Harminster said taking the witches hand and snapping his fingers. They reappeared in a huge library filled with books old books and scrolls. "This is the elven repository of knowledge. A library of all things about or by elves."
Sasporilla marveled at amount of books that were here. So many things that elves had written and recorded that had probably never been shared with witches and wizards. Harminster turned around and pointed at the wall.
"There is your proof." Harminster said.
On the wall hung a tapestry of the Stilskin family line. It stood as a hundred feet high and covered the entire length of the room. "In the beginning was King Filknet Stilskin and his Queen Jumatti." Harminster said. "They ruled with kindness and benevolence. They taught magic to those humans who were worthy and created the first witches and wizards."
"That's hugely important history!" Sasporilla Bucket said. "Why isn't that the opening chapter of the history of Magic text book?"
"Think princess," Harminster said with a touch of anger, "can you see a wizard admit to having been taught it all by a lowly elf?"
"No." Sasporilla said ashamed of her people. "I promise you, I will some time , some how, I will see to it that this history is told!"
"I believe you princess." Harminster said. "If you follow your family tree you can see how it leads proudly until the five brothers. Of the five princes was one named Rumple Stilskin. He was an evil elf. A dark weaver who sought only to enslave humans. He killed three of his brothers in his quest to seize the throne before he was stopped. His brother Bibildy Stilskin was named King and banished Rumple Stilskin and his bloodlines from the royal house. The royal family apologized to humanity by promising elves would serve them loyally for a millenium. Over the next few hundred years the elves became comfortable as house elves and began forgetting their noble history. Though there is a long time left to go on this contract, those of us loyal to the royal house continue to quietly educate elves in the elf ways and skills so that we may rebuild after the time of servitude is over."
"But the way you're treated!" Sasporilla protested. "Damn the contract! You should be free!"
"No." Harminster said snapping his fingers and bringing out a simple scroll. "This is the entire binding pledge."
Sasporilla unrolled the contract which read simply 'We the elves of the royal house of Stilskin condemn the actions of our blood and pledge our people to serve Witches, Wizards and deserving humans for a period of exactly one thousand years.'
"Of course Rumple Stilskins blood line refused to capitulate and his children began taking slaves again to weave." Harminster frowned.
"Crinklesunpin and Crumplegoldjin?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes!" Harminster said. "And you organized their rescue of their slaves while fighting to free the centaurs. Now follow your lines from down to your Great Grand father Skiffle who was the secret love of your witch Great Grand Mother Felicity (Olivander) Bucket. Of the off spring of the Bilby Stilskin - Bucket line only two of you remain. Your Uncle Homunculus and yourself. He has no elven traits or magical ties where you do. As it stands, though he is officially King, he doesn't know it. He is not a good wizard but he isn't a dark wizard either. When he passes you will be Queen."
"What about his children?" Sasporilla asked.
"He is not married and incapable of having children." Harminster said.
Sasporilla watched as the tapestry knitted the image of her face into the weave of cloth.
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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.