The University of Avalon
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 6
Classes at the University of Avalon were very different than those at Hogwarts. In many ways these professors really didn't care if you paid attention to what they were saying. If you took notes or showed up at all. It was your responsibility to come and learn from them. If you didn't get it, it was up to you to seek out the knowledge. Ask the questions that clarified the answers in your mind. If you didn't have the passion for the subject matter like the others around you, then you would surely flunk out and have to leave the University of Avalon in shame. Large stadium style class rooms with small desks or tables to take notes at. Some so large they held as many as five hundred students at once. Chalk floated and wrote on gigantic black boards as professors used their wands, pointed towards their necks, to project their voices across the huge classes and give the lessons.
Dry classes like Arithmancy with the skinny Professor Greenbaum, A strange tall thin wizard with a bushy head of curls and thick coke bottle glasses, were more than a tad dull. In many ways he reminded Sasporilla of Professor Trelawny but with a head full of numbers rather than tea leaves.
Other Dry classes like Biorhythmics with Professor Robins, a short fat woman with thick blunt nose long wispy white hair, was no less of a snooze-fest. It was only her love in the subject matter that kept Sasporilla's interest.
The amount of reading and homework for these two class alone were greater than anything Sassy had ever experienced. So many charts and calculations.
Professor Juniffer-Pixx, a young elf blood witch with long bluish hair, and small pointy tipped ears, taught Biology of the magical world. A fascinating but very hard scientific class which taught the in's and out's of all things natural concerning plants and creatures, a wand maker needs to know. Woods, plant fibers, rocks, crystals, creature feathers, fur, hairs and heart strings.
Classes like Necromancy 101, Study of the magic’s of death school arts was a requirement all students had to take. Sasporilla, like many students, decided to get it out of the way sooner rather than later. Professor Foxx, the dark haired witch with a smoldering intensity and underlying darkness that oozed from behind her light eyes was the Head of the School of Necromancy. Many of the boys, and of fewer than half of the girls, found her beauty comparable to that of the Goddess Aphrodite. Sasporilla found the Professor creepy and unnerving as she slithered through the class in her dark green robes, like a snake amongst her students until she took her place, siting on her desk in the front of the class.
Professor Foxx's smile had a warm welcoming innocence. The kind one would expect from reptile just before it strikes, Sasporilla thought.
"Welcome everyone to the school of Necromancy." Professor Foxx said. "I know that only about ten percent of you, in this class, are here because Necromancy is your chosen school. This is your requirement and your getting it over with."
Some of the students chuckled nervously. Professor Foxx smiled brighter.
"It's ok." Professor Foxx said picking up a real human skull from the desk beside her. "Necromancy isn't for everyone! Blood magic. The power to go beyond death!"
"There is no way to bring someone back from death." Sasporilla protested.
Professor Foxx Rushed at Sassy in a blur. "Are you sure? Is that what they taught you in Hogwarts? Ms.Bucket!"
"Yes." Sasporilla said looking straight a head. Refusing to allow the professor to bully her.
"Is she right?" Professor Foxx asked the sheepishly silent class harshly. "IS... SHE... RIGHT?"
"Yes." one young man, some where in the back said. His voice was familiar. Sasporilla had heard it before.
"Yes!" The professor said. "She Ms.Bucket is correct. Once a life has crossed the veil of to the other side, their is no bringing them back BUT, what if they haven't crossed? What if there are ways to block the veil? What if there were ways to communicate with those who have crossed? Would you learn those ways? Those are the ways of Necromancy."
A murmur broke out amongst the students and a pleasant smile crossed the face of Professor Foxx. So many came to her class from other schools to just get this requirement out of the way and were seduced to the dark arts by her beauty, smile and crafty sales pitch. Sasporilla Bucket would not be one of them.
Professor Foxx held up the skull in her hands high above over her head.
"Behold one the most unimportant wizards of his generation." Professor Foxx sneered. "Plorg. When he died he crossed over like most who went before him. Though he took steps needed to ensure that we could use this, his skull, as tool for communication with souls on the other side of the veil."
The gasps were audible. Students whispered amongst themselves until the whispers turned to murmurs and the murmurs audible chaos.
"Silence!" Professor Foxx yelled. "I understand that proof is called for. Is there anyone here who would communicate with someone who has passed through the veil? Know that there is a price!"
Sasporilla gulped. A chance to speak to her mum? Her dad? Miss Daisy? But at what cost? What was the price the professor spoke of?
"I'll do it." A young man said in the front of the class.
"Ah!" Professor Foxx said. "Mr.Orswell?";
"Yes Professor." The young man said stiffly.
"Who did you lose?" The professor asked feigning sadness.
"My granddad." The boy said. "He died leaving his fortune hidden. Gran has nothing. If he can tell me where, I can save her from poverty!"
"A most noble sentiment Mr.Orswell." Professor Foxx said. "Hold out your left hand."
The boy did as he was asked. Before he could react a dagger sliced deeply across his palm drawing his blood thick and red. He screamed as Professor Foxx slammed the round top of the skull down into his bloody palm and raised it up to face him.
Sasporilla saw the wand drawn from between the Professors cleavage. It was twisted ebony eight and three quarters inches with a snake skin in lay. Three deep green emeralds were inset in the handle. It was hard to tell the core at this distance but there was something about the hum of it that made her think it was basilisk fang.
"ULTRA VELUM MORTUIS COMMNUNICARE" Professor Foxx cast as the eyes of the skull began to glow.
"Look into the eyes boy and talk to it." The Professor said, her voice sounding older, more gruff, crone like. "Tell Plorg who you want to communicate with and speak your message!"
"Plorg find my Grandfather Corolol Orswell," the young man yelled as mystical energy passed between his eyes to the skulls. "Where is your wealth hidden? For grandmother."
Energy pulsed and flowed in the skull the burst back through the eyes back into the boy. "Your grandmother was left everything you greedy little shit. If she chose to give you and your greedy parents nothing it serves you right. Now let me rest in peace!"
With a wheeze the connection broke. The energy faded and the skull turned to dust. Orswell collapsed into a pile on the floor as the students cheered. Professor Foxx levitated the unconscious boy into a chair and set a fan to motion to give him some air.
"Some of you may wish to learn our ways." Professor Foxx smiled enticingly. "Who amongst you will be the first to switch your major school? How about you Ms.Bucket?"
"Never." Sasporilla insisted.
"Really? Never? Why?" Professor Foxx scoffed.
"My only interest in Necromancy is to understand the needs of those who would use my wands in the ways of the dark arts." Sasporilla said.
"Just the simple dreams of a simple girl." Professor Foxx laughed. "Do any of you dream of greater things?"
The amount of hands that raised were frightening to Sasporilla and pleasingly unexpected for Professor Foxx. It was all Sassy could do to maintain her composure trough the class and leave head held high. Proud in the fact that she would never be drawn to the darker side of magic.
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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, donate to J.K.Rowling's charitable foundation LUMOS! Link below! ( https://www.wearelumos.org/ )
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, donate to J.K.Rowling's charitable foundation LUMOS! Link below! ( https://www.wearelumos.org/ )