Weavers of Light & Darkness
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 12
The reports in the Daily Prophet were terrifying. Every few days someone in the wizarding world had disappeared. No one wanted to admit Voldemort had returned. It seem like they spent most of their time trying to create hysteria over Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter stating Voldemort had returned.
Sasporilla Bucket sat in the library in a study circle with Karry, Korry, & Zac.
"What did you get for number 4, Sassy?" Karry asked.
Sasporilla looked back a page in her home work book. "Number 4? Werewolf."
"Good!" Karry said. "That's what I though but I just wasn't 100% sure."
"You had no clue." Korry said.
"Not a one." Karry giggled.
"Does any one know what a BEZORE is?" Zac asked. "I keep looking in the potions book bu I can't find it any where.
"It's a stone in a goats stomach." Karry said. "Snape likes to ask that question because it's at the end of the book. Makes you read the whole thing to find it, right Sassy?"
But Sasporilla Bucket had vanished leaving behind her books and bag. Even Gooseberry sat there with her little mouth hanging open.
"It's a stone in a goats... " Sasporilla said raising her head to look at Zac, however she was no longer with her friends in the library. She was sitting at a table in a small circular stone room piled high with gold and straw by a light wooden spinning wheel, staring into the smiling face of Crinklesunpin. "... stomach."
"And Good morning to you too miss Bucket." Crinklesunpin said rubbing her hands together with excitement. "I thought today would be the perfect day for your weaving lesson."
"To be honest it isn't." Sasporilla said politely. "But since I'm here you may as well show me what you have to show me."
"Splendid." Crinklesunpin said moving her old hands near Sasporillas face. "It takes the gentlest of touches to weave the light."
As she slowly moved her finger over one silvery strand of light Sasporilla noticed it pulled free of an identical dark strand.
"So that is what a dark magic looks like in the fabric." Sasporilla said fascinated. "I usually can only see the light strands."
"That is because I suspect you have a talent for light magic weaving dear." The old elf grinned. "Now you try."
Sasporilla tugged and tugged but only managed to join strands together. Failing miserably at separating the threads.
"You weave like a goblin." Crinklesunpin snapped.
"I beg your pardon?" Sasporilla asked getting her back up a bit.
"Goblins weave as well as forge you see." Crinklesunpin spat. "They craft an item from both light and dark and sell it to the highest bidder knowing that it remains theirs as they are the weaver."
"I always wondered about that." Sasporilla mused. "So then what do your kind of elves do?"
"We are the weavers of magic itself!" Crinklesunpin said proudly. "We too spin items but more specifically from one type of magic. Though there was a time thousands of years ago when all the elven weavers that have ever been, and ever will be, got together and wove the fabric of magic from earth and water, fire and air, until it covered the world from the beginning to the end of time. Let's see a bloody goblin do that!"
"That's very impressive." Sasporilla said.
"Indeed." Crinklesunpin agreed. "Now run your finger along one of the silver threads with more care. Try to feel it at your finger tip. The light strand will feel warm, while the dark strand will feel colder."
Sasporilla tried and tried again. Then she sensed a difference in the strand of magic. When she ran her finger along the silken silvery thread on its side closer to ber she felt joy. When she ran her finger to the opposite side she felt sorrow. She placed her finger on the nearest side and pulled it gently away from the black thread.
"Wonderful!" Crinklesunpin cheered in delight. "I think we can agree that you are now Weaver of the light."
"No." Sasporilla said. "I'm just a clever girl with one lesson. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Yes." Crinklesunpin said. "Clever girl indeed."
"I do have a question or two?" Sasporilla asked.
"What?" The old elf sighed.
"When you pull light magic away and it only leaves the dark magic isn't that a bad thing?"
"The same thing happens the other way round when the dark weavers work their craft." Crinklesunpin looked shocked that this girl would even care.
"And the goblins when they weave?" Sasporilla said. "Does the magic just fill back in like it does for me?"
"Yes of course." Crinklesunpin snapped again loosening her patience with these vexingly simple silly questions. "Like dipping a bowl in the ocean. When you pull the bowl out it is filled with water and the place where it was fills in!"
"Ah!" Sasporilla said with an air of understanding. "But if enough people dip their bowls in the ocean enough time they will eventually empty the ocean!"
"I suppose that is true." Crinklesunpin said folding her arms. "But as rains fall from the sky's as the water from the missing bowls dissolves and rises into the clouds to return as rain, so are the ones after us who refill the magic by spinning it a new."
"So that is what the spinning wheel is for?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes." Crinklesunpin smiled gently.
"And you would train me to do just that?" Sasporilla asked. "Sit and reweave the fabric of light magic until I died."
"Well it's been good enough for the others who agreed!" Crinklesunpin yelled and stopped herself putting her hands over her big mouth. "Clever girl."
"You may return me now." Sasporilla said.
"And just why should I do that?" Crinklesunpin grinned. "I have you here now. You don't know where you are. If I were to weave a silver chain I could wrap it on your arm an imprison you. You would be my slave to command for the rest of your life and there would be nothing you could do about it!"
The fast old elf clamped a silver manacle on Sasporillas wrist.
"Now all is lost." Crinklesunpin mocked. "You must agree your in an impossible situation to escape."
"No I do not agree." Sasporilla said.
The room began to spin and fly away as Sasporilla landed back in the library seconds after she disappeared.
"Sassy!" Karry said hugging her friend. "Where did you go?"
"We didn't know what happened to you." Korry said looking worried.
"Are you ok?" Zac asked genuinely concerned.
"Yes." Sasporilla reassured them. "An elf just tried to make me her slave and I tricked her into letting me go. At least I learned a bit about how they do what they do, how and why. I fear they may have enslaved others with the talent to weave. Some how I'll find out where they are and free them!"
The reports in the Daily Prophet were terrifying. Every few days someone in the wizarding world had disappeared. No one wanted to admit Voldemort had returned. It seem like they spent most of their time trying to create hysteria over Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter stating Voldemort had returned.
Sasporilla Bucket sat in the library in a study circle with Karry, Korry, & Zac.
"What did you get for number 4, Sassy?" Karry asked.
Sasporilla looked back a page in her home work book. "Number 4? Werewolf."
"Good!" Karry said. "That's what I though but I just wasn't 100% sure."
"You had no clue." Korry said.
"Not a one." Karry giggled.
"Does any one know what a BEZORE is?" Zac asked. "I keep looking in the potions book bu I can't find it any where.
"It's a stone in a goats stomach." Karry said. "Snape likes to ask that question because it's at the end of the book. Makes you read the whole thing to find it, right Sassy?"
But Sasporilla Bucket had vanished leaving behind her books and bag. Even Gooseberry sat there with her little mouth hanging open.
"It's a stone in a goats... " Sasporilla said raising her head to look at Zac, however she was no longer with her friends in the library. She was sitting at a table in a small circular stone room piled high with gold and straw by a light wooden spinning wheel, staring into the smiling face of Crinklesunpin. "... stomach."
"And Good morning to you too miss Bucket." Crinklesunpin said rubbing her hands together with excitement. "I thought today would be the perfect day for your weaving lesson."
"To be honest it isn't." Sasporilla said politely. "But since I'm here you may as well show me what you have to show me."
"Splendid." Crinklesunpin said moving her old hands near Sasporillas face. "It takes the gentlest of touches to weave the light."
As she slowly moved her finger over one silvery strand of light Sasporilla noticed it pulled free of an identical dark strand.
"So that is what a dark magic looks like in the fabric." Sasporilla said fascinated. "I usually can only see the light strands."
"That is because I suspect you have a talent for light magic weaving dear." The old elf grinned. "Now you try."
Sasporilla tugged and tugged but only managed to join strands together. Failing miserably at separating the threads.
"You weave like a goblin." Crinklesunpin snapped.
"I beg your pardon?" Sasporilla asked getting her back up a bit.
"Goblins weave as well as forge you see." Crinklesunpin spat. "They craft an item from both light and dark and sell it to the highest bidder knowing that it remains theirs as they are the weaver."
"I always wondered about that." Sasporilla mused. "So then what do your kind of elves do?"
"We are the weavers of magic itself!" Crinklesunpin said proudly. "We too spin items but more specifically from one type of magic. Though there was a time thousands of years ago when all the elven weavers that have ever been, and ever will be, got together and wove the fabric of magic from earth and water, fire and air, until it covered the world from the beginning to the end of time. Let's see a bloody goblin do that!"
"That's very impressive." Sasporilla said.
"Indeed." Crinklesunpin agreed. "Now run your finger along one of the silver threads with more care. Try to feel it at your finger tip. The light strand will feel warm, while the dark strand will feel colder."
Sasporilla tried and tried again. Then she sensed a difference in the strand of magic. When she ran her finger along the silken silvery thread on its side closer to ber she felt joy. When she ran her finger to the opposite side she felt sorrow. She placed her finger on the nearest side and pulled it gently away from the black thread.
"Wonderful!" Crinklesunpin cheered in delight. "I think we can agree that you are now Weaver of the light."
"No." Sasporilla said. "I'm just a clever girl with one lesson. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Yes." Crinklesunpin said. "Clever girl indeed."
"I do have a question or two?" Sasporilla asked.
"What?" The old elf sighed.
"When you pull light magic away and it only leaves the dark magic isn't that a bad thing?"
"The same thing happens the other way round when the dark weavers work their craft." Crinklesunpin looked shocked that this girl would even care.
"And the goblins when they weave?" Sasporilla said. "Does the magic just fill back in like it does for me?"
"Yes of course." Crinklesunpin snapped again loosening her patience with these vexingly simple silly questions. "Like dipping a bowl in the ocean. When you pull the bowl out it is filled with water and the place where it was fills in!"
"Ah!" Sasporilla said with an air of understanding. "But if enough people dip their bowls in the ocean enough time they will eventually empty the ocean!"
"I suppose that is true." Crinklesunpin said folding her arms. "But as rains fall from the sky's as the water from the missing bowls dissolves and rises into the clouds to return as rain, so are the ones after us who refill the magic by spinning it a new."
"So that is what the spinning wheel is for?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes." Crinklesunpin smiled gently.
"And you would train me to do just that?" Sasporilla asked. "Sit and reweave the fabric of light magic until I died."
"Well it's been good enough for the others who agreed!" Crinklesunpin yelled and stopped herself putting her hands over her big mouth. "Clever girl."
"You may return me now." Sasporilla said.
"And just why should I do that?" Crinklesunpin grinned. "I have you here now. You don't know where you are. If I were to weave a silver chain I could wrap it on your arm an imprison you. You would be my slave to command for the rest of your life and there would be nothing you could do about it!"
The fast old elf clamped a silver manacle on Sasporillas wrist.
"Now all is lost." Crinklesunpin mocked. "You must agree your in an impossible situation to escape."
"No I do not agree." Sasporilla said.
The room began to spin and fly away as Sasporilla landed back in the library seconds after she disappeared.
"Sassy!" Karry said hugging her friend. "Where did you go?"
"We didn't know what happened to you." Korry said looking worried.
"Are you ok?" Zac asked genuinely concerned.
"Yes." Sasporilla reassured them. "An elf just tried to make me her slave and I tricked her into letting me go. At least I learned a bit about how they do what they do, how and why. I fear they may have enslaved others with the talent to weave. Some how I'll find out where they are and free them!"
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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.