Weavers of Light & Darkness
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 24
Sasporilla Bucket had been asleep for almost ten days. When she awoke she found most of her swelling had gone down. The broken bones were sore but mended and she'd been washed and cleaned up. Though her hair was a tangled rats nest.
She sat up in the fresh bed of leaves and looked around the room. Her bag sat just at the end of the bed along with a pile of the filthy, bloody rags she'd been found in. Inside were several changes of clothes and almost every clean pair of knickers she owned.
She dressed in the black denim bell bottoms and jacket Lyra had given her, with the sleeveless union jack shirt. She hung her wand inside her jacket in a breat pocket with a small hole cut out for just that purpose.
"Miss Sasporilla!" Weerlo said getting up from the small stump he'd been sitting on. "Yer up 'n around. I'll be off to let that worry wart Drooble know."
With a snap of his fingers he was gone. Sasporilla limped as she wandered amongst the centaurs, many of them trailed by small foals. They looked at the young witch and bowed. She bowed back as not to would be wholly disrespectful.
The warriors lead by Ferenz met in a clearing near the center of the camp.
"Times are dire." Ferenz said. "Man kind is being directed by something dark. Something that would take from us everything that we have."
"I say we fight." Magorian the best of the herds warriors said. "We will plant our arrows in every mankind's hide until we are left alone!"
This brought cheers from the warriors.
"There are more men than there you have arrows." Sasporilla said limping into the clearing. "And they will not stop attacking until they get what they want."
"You have no voice on this council Outsider." Magnus growled.
"She is a member of our Tribe." Talton said. "Thus she has as much voice as you Magnus."
"How would you have us not loose our home Sasporilla Bucket." Ferenz asked. "Without violence even my gifted sight sees no solution."
"Men know talk." Sasporilla said. "We fight off all their attacks with arrows and my command of the elements. Then when the time is right we take something valuable from them and we negotiate with the Minister himself."
"Negotiations!" Delphine spat. "What good is talk?"
"What good is getting everybody killed?" Sasporilla asked. "If you're dead at least you'll be buried under the ground you wanted to fight to keep."
"What good does talking do?" Delphine asked. "Men promise you they don't take your land. They sign papers that they value above all. Then take it back when they choose."
"Resistance works!" Sasporilla said. "We stop them every time they try to gather and send them packing. We can do it!"
"Are than any more proposals?" Ferenz asked. No one moved. "Then we should vote upon a course of action."
A young foal came charging into camp.
"My father!" The foal cried. "Men in the forest have my father!"
"Where?" Sasporilla asked.
"At the edge of the forest by the Black Lake." The foal wept.
Sasporilla limped quickly to Ferenz. "Give me this one chance to prove myself correct."
"One chance." Ferenz smiled.
"We follow the human girl this one time." Ferenz commanded.
The herd burt through the dark forest prepared for whatever they faced. Sasporilla ran as best she could fighting the pain that racked her body. Sasporilla stopped and held her arms out asking the others to stop when she first heard the men.
She peered through the forest and saw the men were in a small clearing surrounded by trees at the edge of the Black lake.
Sasporilla quietly ordered the centaurs to surround the men in the tree lines on either side of them. There were seven men that Sasporilla could see. They were trying to load a very heavy crate, containg a very uncooperative Centaur named Thatchet, onto a small barge that sat in Black lake shallows.
Sasporilla stepped out of the forest followed by Ferenz and Talton. Sasporilla drew her wand and walked unconcerned toward the crate.
"Hey!" One of the men said running up to the young pink haired witch. "Just what do you think yer doin'?"
Sasporilla stopped and looked at the man bewildered. He looked down at her wand and back into Sassys smiling face.
"Oh please don't worry I have no intention of using my magic against you, I'm going to use it to free my herd mate from your crate."
"Oh." The man smiled as some of the others laughed. "Well thank you fer yer mercy miss, but just what makes you think we're gonna let you free him."
Sasporilla let out a deafening roar, making all seven of the men and some of the centaurs through their hands over their ears.
"Well I figure you'll be to busy to worry about me." Sasporilla said innocently.
"And just what will keep us so busy?" The man asked amused.
"Well the twenty or so Centaurs that are surrounding you will fire on my command or on their own if I'm hurt." Sasporilla smiled. The men looked around to see centaurs coming out from between the trees, their bows drawn. "But you really don't need to worry about them."
Two of the men disappeared into the water with a loud splash.
"You see," Sasporilla smiled as she stepped past the man towards the crate, "you need to worry about...."
Two more men disappeared with a quick scream and a splash.
"Francis." Sasporilla called.
Giant tentacles uncurled from waters as the giant squid came to the young witches aid. The giant squid grabbed all seven men in his tight grasp. The roar he let out into the cool dusk air was deafening. A battle cry to let any other men in the dark forest that the beasts were prepared to fight for their home.
Sasporilla ran to the crate and cast "Alohamora" opening the lock and freeing the Centaur.
"Thank you pink haired one," Thatchet said "but my foal..."
"Is safe back at camp." Sasporilla said. "Go to him. He needs his father."
Thatchet ran off into the Dark forest. Francis held the men tightly in his tenticles playfully dunk them one at a time for about thirty seconds.
Sasporilla stood in the shallows and flowed out becoming as water. A giant Sasporilla 100 feet tall made of rushing waters of the black lake, stood before the men.
Her voice boomed across the lake. "Go in peace and tell your superiors that the Tribe of the Northern Moon will fight them every time they trespass on our home! If it is a war you bring then a war you will have!"
The giant water girl turned and swatted the barge and crate leaving nothing but splinters. With a gentle one sided smile she turned her head and asked Francis to leave the within running distance of Hogsmead, near the spot where the werewolves prowl.
The water splashed back into the lake as the giant squid pulled the men under the surface for a quick trip across the lake. Sasporilla walked up the shore out of the water. The centaurs ran to her side.
"The time that violence will be necessary may yet come." Sasporilla said. "Until then, we can vex them with threats of violence and using the elements against them."
The results spoke for themselves. Even the most hardened fanatical of the centaur warriors were impressed by the girl. The vote was unanimous. They would resist the actions of men as long as possible with as little violence as they could under the war council of Sasporilla Bucket.
Sasporilla Bucket had been asleep for almost ten days. When she awoke she found most of her swelling had gone down. The broken bones were sore but mended and she'd been washed and cleaned up. Though her hair was a tangled rats nest.
She sat up in the fresh bed of leaves and looked around the room. Her bag sat just at the end of the bed along with a pile of the filthy, bloody rags she'd been found in. Inside were several changes of clothes and almost every clean pair of knickers she owned.
She dressed in the black denim bell bottoms and jacket Lyra had given her, with the sleeveless union jack shirt. She hung her wand inside her jacket in a breat pocket with a small hole cut out for just that purpose.
"Miss Sasporilla!" Weerlo said getting up from the small stump he'd been sitting on. "Yer up 'n around. I'll be off to let that worry wart Drooble know."
With a snap of his fingers he was gone. Sasporilla limped as she wandered amongst the centaurs, many of them trailed by small foals. They looked at the young witch and bowed. She bowed back as not to would be wholly disrespectful.
The warriors lead by Ferenz met in a clearing near the center of the camp.
"Times are dire." Ferenz said. "Man kind is being directed by something dark. Something that would take from us everything that we have."
"I say we fight." Magorian the best of the herds warriors said. "We will plant our arrows in every mankind's hide until we are left alone!"
This brought cheers from the warriors.
"There are more men than there you have arrows." Sasporilla said limping into the clearing. "And they will not stop attacking until they get what they want."
"You have no voice on this council Outsider." Magnus growled.
"She is a member of our Tribe." Talton said. "Thus she has as much voice as you Magnus."
"How would you have us not loose our home Sasporilla Bucket." Ferenz asked. "Without violence even my gifted sight sees no solution."
"Men know talk." Sasporilla said. "We fight off all their attacks with arrows and my command of the elements. Then when the time is right we take something valuable from them and we negotiate with the Minister himself."
"Negotiations!" Delphine spat. "What good is talk?"
"What good is getting everybody killed?" Sasporilla asked. "If you're dead at least you'll be buried under the ground you wanted to fight to keep."
"What good does talking do?" Delphine asked. "Men promise you they don't take your land. They sign papers that they value above all. Then take it back when they choose."
"Resistance works!" Sasporilla said. "We stop them every time they try to gather and send them packing. We can do it!"
"Are than any more proposals?" Ferenz asked. No one moved. "Then we should vote upon a course of action."
A young foal came charging into camp.
"My father!" The foal cried. "Men in the forest have my father!"
"Where?" Sasporilla asked.
"At the edge of the forest by the Black Lake." The foal wept.
Sasporilla limped quickly to Ferenz. "Give me this one chance to prove myself correct."
"One chance." Ferenz smiled.
"We follow the human girl this one time." Ferenz commanded.
The herd burt through the dark forest prepared for whatever they faced. Sasporilla ran as best she could fighting the pain that racked her body. Sasporilla stopped and held her arms out asking the others to stop when she first heard the men.
She peered through the forest and saw the men were in a small clearing surrounded by trees at the edge of the Black lake.
Sasporilla quietly ordered the centaurs to surround the men in the tree lines on either side of them. There were seven men that Sasporilla could see. They were trying to load a very heavy crate, containg a very uncooperative Centaur named Thatchet, onto a small barge that sat in Black lake shallows.
Sasporilla stepped out of the forest followed by Ferenz and Talton. Sasporilla drew her wand and walked unconcerned toward the crate.
"Hey!" One of the men said running up to the young pink haired witch. "Just what do you think yer doin'?"
Sasporilla stopped and looked at the man bewildered. He looked down at her wand and back into Sassys smiling face.
"Oh please don't worry I have no intention of using my magic against you, I'm going to use it to free my herd mate from your crate."
"Oh." The man smiled as some of the others laughed. "Well thank you fer yer mercy miss, but just what makes you think we're gonna let you free him."
Sasporilla let out a deafening roar, making all seven of the men and some of the centaurs through their hands over their ears.
"Well I figure you'll be to busy to worry about me." Sasporilla said innocently.
"And just what will keep us so busy?" The man asked amused.
"Well the twenty or so Centaurs that are surrounding you will fire on my command or on their own if I'm hurt." Sasporilla smiled. The men looked around to see centaurs coming out from between the trees, their bows drawn. "But you really don't need to worry about them."
Two of the men disappeared into the water with a loud splash.
"You see," Sasporilla smiled as she stepped past the man towards the crate, "you need to worry about...."
Two more men disappeared with a quick scream and a splash.
"Francis." Sasporilla called.
Giant tentacles uncurled from waters as the giant squid came to the young witches aid. The giant squid grabbed all seven men in his tight grasp. The roar he let out into the cool dusk air was deafening. A battle cry to let any other men in the dark forest that the beasts were prepared to fight for their home.
Sasporilla ran to the crate and cast "Alohamora" opening the lock and freeing the Centaur.
"Thank you pink haired one," Thatchet said "but my foal..."
"Is safe back at camp." Sasporilla said. "Go to him. He needs his father."
Thatchet ran off into the Dark forest. Francis held the men tightly in his tenticles playfully dunk them one at a time for about thirty seconds.
Sasporilla stood in the shallows and flowed out becoming as water. A giant Sasporilla 100 feet tall made of rushing waters of the black lake, stood before the men.
Her voice boomed across the lake. "Go in peace and tell your superiors that the Tribe of the Northern Moon will fight them every time they trespass on our home! If it is a war you bring then a war you will have!"
The giant water girl turned and swatted the barge and crate leaving nothing but splinters. With a gentle one sided smile she turned her head and asked Francis to leave the within running distance of Hogsmead, near the spot where the werewolves prowl.
The water splashed back into the lake as the giant squid pulled the men under the surface for a quick trip across the lake. Sasporilla walked up the shore out of the water. The centaurs ran to her side.
"The time that violence will be necessary may yet come." Sasporilla said. "Until then, we can vex them with threats of violence and using the elements against them."
The results spoke for themselves. Even the most hardened fanatical of the centaur warriors were impressed by the girl. The vote was unanimous. They would resist the actions of men as long as possible with as little violence as they could under the war council of Sasporilla Bucket.
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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.