The Witch Queen of Avalon
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 2
Nick Owlmore's shuttle arrived at majesty station to late for the chocolate frogs but he saw from the stations Live wire feed, The Royal Guard were taking the field to display their magical skills and talents. Marching in a living wave of gold and crimson, wands raised, they cast colourful bursts of stars into the air as they took the field. The cameras cut to the Witch Queen standing to applaud her Royal boys in gold.
Nick couldn't believe he'd ever had a schoolboys crush on Bougenvallia Bent when they were back at Hogwarts. He still remembered the day every illusion he had about her was shattered.
She was a pretty little thing, even if she was a Slytherin. Kid sister of his best friends girl Wisteria who was a Squibb but no one minded that. She was such a nice girl. Nick had tried talking to Bougainvillea a few times and gotten snide or grunting responses at best. Today he saw a chance, as she was working partnerless in potions, to get in a few words. Make a real impression and maybe, just maybe, ask her to the Spring dance!
"Hey there BOOGIE-WOOGIE!" Nick said walking up to Bougenvallia with his typical silly grin.
"Stop right there!" Bougainvillea bent said holding up her hand and turning around slowly. "I have had just enough of you Nichol-Fat-Ass!"
Nick's smile changed to one of confusion and embarrassment. "What? I...?"
"I know you think I'm pretty. All the boys want me on their arm and all the girls wish they looked just like me!" Bougainvillea smirked. "But I could never and would never be interested in a... thing like you! You are a fat, unkempt, mop haired, pudding of a boy with mud blood parentage. I am nobility. It is never to be. I would never even consider going to the Spring dance with the likes of you Nick Owlmore."
Stunned and hurt Nick stood quiet for a second then he got that trade marked dim whited smile across his face.
"Actually I just came over to tell you your text book was to close to your flame." Nick said. "No point now though really."
Bougenvallia turned to see her potions text book engulfed in flames. Professor Slug horn ran over casting an extinguishing spell as the class laughed ant Bougainvillea’s misfortune. Nick just put his hands in his pockets and whistled as he walked away.
Nick Owlmore reached the sidewalk in front of Majesty station looking for a cab to the stadium. He was right bloody late now and hoped they were still seating. If not he was more than prepared to make quite the scene. After all, it was his Goddaughter who was going through all this nonsense. Much to his surprise there was a Royal car waiting for him with a driver holding a sign, which read 'D.I.Nick Owlmore'.
"I'm Owlmore." Nick said lugging his bag over to the car.
The driver took the bag from the auror and opened the car door with a silent smile and nodded. Nick climbed in the back where a live wire screen carried the event live from the stadium. The Royal Guard displayed great skill in offensive and defensive spell combat.
In the stands the crowd cheered with excitement at the lavish display. All except for the Frogai Lama and his guests who found such an audacious performance nothing more than a display of force and a warning to those who would further stand against the Witch Queen.
"I do believe NOW would be the perfect time?" Professor Splatterpalette smiled.
"I could not agree with you more." Professor Phenix nodded.
"I still highly recommend against this." The Frogai Lama insisted. "Though I applaud your bravery at insisting on rescuing your friends, the chances of success are... slim. The Witch Queen is a crafty opponent."
"The Witch Queen is busy watching her polished legion play tickle tag on the field" Professor Splatterpalette said. "That's why I made these perfect copies of us to attend the trials while we sneak into the palace court yard and free our friends. I even made one for you Jeremiah, so you can come with us... if you care to."
"I wouldn't miss it for the world." The Frogai Lama croaked. "But understand, I am sworn a code of noninterference. I can not help you."
"Understood." Professor Phenix said as the three of them sat in the lotus position in their seats and shut their eyes. A moment of meditation and calm that few took notice of. Few except of course Narcissa Malfoy who just thought it ungrateful, and of course the Witch Queen.
"Just as I thought." The Witch Queen smiled patting the hand of her husband the Warlock King happily. "My Darling Hyronimus will you watch over me while I duck back to the castle in one of my Golemns?"
"Why It's ahways my pweasuh sweethawt." The Warlock King said, "Is something the mattah? Have the gawd dispweezed you?"
"Oh no, no, no dear." The Witch Queen smiled. "More Protestors are about to attack the castle in an attempt to free the others."
"Such insewence!" The Warlock King gasped. "But shoely the gawds can handew them?"
"Yes." Bougenvallia smiled mischievously . "But where is the fun in that?"
The Witch Queen sat back in her Royal throne and relaxed, closing her eyes. Her mind drifted down a tight path until her eyes popped open and she stood sat straight up. A thin veil of white lace fell to the bedside from where she lay. The golem, a magical body created from mud and ash shaped by spells to take on the form of specific witch or wizard. As undetectable as a polyjuice potion however only the consciousness of the person it is made for can inhabit it. That was what sat in the arena next to the Warlock King.
The Witch Queen stood, dressed in a long black gown. It felt good to wear the colour that suited her best. Bougenvallia walked across the room to the large double doors of the gardens court yard terrace and through them open. The Witch Queen took a deep breath of morning air as she looked over the magi knights of the table round still turned to stone below her.
"Your friends are coming to rescue you." The Witch Queen laughed. "Or should I say Join you!"
*************
The fact that the front gates to the castle were easily opened with a simple ALOHAMORA spell should have been their first clue. Professor Phenix pushed the gate open just enough to allow Professor Splatterpalette and the Frogai Lama to slip through. The castle court yard stood empty, except for the stone forms of their friends, frozen as if statues.
"This feels to easy." Professor Phenix said. "The small hairs on the back of my neck are standing up!"
"I have an Alarm hair too!" Professor Splatterpalette said, "but you'll never in a million years guess where it is???"
The Frogai Lama held up one finger. "I do believe you we have company."
A long car pulled up outside the castle gates.
"What is this?" Nick Owlmore demanded. "I'm due at the stadium. Why the hell have you brought me here to the castle?"
When there was no answer Nick approached the drivers compartment and opened the door. The driver was gone. If he had ever been there at all.
"Looks as though old Boogie-Woogie wants a word with me after all." Nick said grabbing his bags and walking up the to the palace gates which sat conveniently unguarded and ajar. Nick drew his wand as he slipped inside the courtyard gates.
Much to Nick's surprise A robe-wearing frog sat cross-legged on a rock, ten feet from him. The odd site was just enough of a distraction for him not to notice the two wands pointing at his temples.
"Drop your wand." Professor Phenix demanded.
"Josie?" Nick said.
"Nick?" Josie smiled with pleasant shock. "What are you doing here?"
"I came for the trials." Nick said giving his long time friend a hug. The hug brought back so many warm and wonderful memories, and so many of the firsts that they'd shared in their young lives together oh so long ago. "How are hubby and the kids?"
"No." Professor Splatterpalette said. "I think she means what are you doing HERE at the palace COURT YARD. Especially right now D.I. Owlmore... Godfather of Sasporilla Bucket???"
"A royal car picked me up at majesty station." Nick said. "And brought me here."
"Then it is indeed a trap." The Frogai Lama said as the gates slammed shut and bolted.
"Yes." A voice whispered on the breeze.
"Defensive positions!" Dame Splatterpalette commanded popping open the latch on her bag and reached inside for some surprises she'd made.
"I knew you'd come." The voice of the witch Queen whispered as she passed like a shadow behind Angelo's frozen form.
"There!" Nick said casting Bombarda, having his wand knocked upward by Dame Splatterpalette. The spell cast astray, it flew into the side of the castle, blowing a small hole in the bricks.
"Be careful!" Dame Splatterpalette chided the auror. "These aren't statues!"
"These are the people we've come to rescue Nick!" Dame Phenix said.
"Good lord!" Nick gasped.
The Witch Queens evil Laughter echoed around the courtyard. "You can't fight me."
"There!" Dame Splatterpalette pointed.
"I am shadow." The Witch Queen laughed.
"There!" Dame Phenix pointed as the shadow slithered out of site.
"I am death." The voice hissed.
Black tentacles of shadow shot forth from between the frozen prisoners. Dame Phenix cast IGNIS CLYPEUS! A large shield of flame spread forth from the tip of her wand fending off the tendrils. Dame Splatterpalette tossed half a dozen complex origami squares which unfolded themselves into living rainbow coloured warriors. Blades of light cut through the shadowy tentacles as howls of pain cursed forth from the mystical beast hidden in the darkened corners. Nick Owlmore repelled tendrils that attempted to flank them from the sides or over the top of the flame shield. It was then, looking up, that he saw her.
"Boogie-Woogie you crafty old Witch." Nick said.
No more than a ripple one might mistake as a trick of the light, Nick saw the Witch Queen standing on her terrace manipulating her creature as a master puppeteer would her marionette.
A very heavily charged and silently cast BOMBARDA MAXIMA caught Bougenvallia quite by surprise and blew the terrace out from under her. The shadowy tendrils shriveled and disappeared into the ground as the Witch Queen arrested her fall, levitating before them.
"I knew you couldn't resist coming for your friends while you thought me busy at the trials." The Witch Queens evil grin spread across her face. "Like rats drawn into a trap for a bit of cheese. Pathetic."
"There are three of us and one of you Bougenvallia." Dame Phenix spat.
"Three?" The Witch Queen mused counting including the Frogai Lama still sitting quite patiently.
"Oh I've sworn a vow of non-interference in historic events." The Frogai Lama smiled. "Remember? You were there? In the shadows."
"What is he talking about?" Dame Splatterpalette demanded tightening her grip on her wand.
"You're not Bougenvallia Bent are you?" Nick Owlmore asked.
"She was the best, the brightest, the cruelest of girls that day." The Witch Queen Giggled with mad delight. "Like all those who had come before her she was proven to be the perfect vessel. The perfect next body to house me. The one true Witch Queen. She who brought shadow to Avalon.. She who tricked and enslaved the worker elves. She who is the greatest and most feared witch of any world!"
"Baba yaga." Nick Owlmore whispered.
The form of Bougenvallia Bent, The beautiful witch Queen, fell away. An gnarled old hag made of wood took her place. Baba Yaga's legs were made of straw and sticks, her arms like thin twisted limbs of trees. Her Hair was like straw infested with snakes. Snakes?
"Don't look in her ey..." Nick began but it was too late. The tree heroes had all been turned to stone as Baba Yaga's hideous laugh echoed through the court yard.
The sound was enough to crack the outer shell of a cocoon in the high branches of the courtyards golden cherry tree. From within crawled out a shining pink fairy dragon. Flossy had transformed!!! With a pop Gooseberry the faery appeared.
"Welcome back." Gooseberry smiled. "I'm Gooseberry. I'm a friend of your Sasporilla. This neither a good place nor time to be in it. I've promised to keep you safe so we should be off."
Flossy looked over at the wooden old witch walking amongst the statues, gloating. "It's so good to add you to my collection. I don't really want you for anything other than targets in the trials. That should cause Sasporilla Bucket such pain. Guards! Come move these to the stadium!!!"
The witch Queen returned to her beautiful magi form before the guards could arrive.
"Who is that?" Flossy The pink Faery dragon mewed at Gooseberry.
"That is the one who wants to hurt your Sasporilla!" Gooseberry said.
Flossy got a very angry scowl on her face as she flapped her new wings and blew a puf of a pink cloud.
"No you don't Tiger!" Gooseberry said hopping on her back. "You're not ready for a fight with that yet! Let's get you to a safe place"
The Frogai Lama watched the two Faeries disappear as Royal guards marched in to start carrying off the prisoners, turned to stone. The Witch Queen walked up and stood before him and smiled.
"You don't fear me little frog." The Witch Queen sighed.
"I do not," The Frogai Lama smiled, "old hag."
"AVADA KEDVARA!!!" The Witch Queen Cast blowing the golem of the Frogai Lama to ash.
"No!!!" The Witch Queen cursed.
***********
The Frogai Lama's eyes fluttered open as the Royal guard marched off the field. The Warlock King stood cheering and applauding "BWAVO! BWAVEESAMO!!!"
Narcissa Malfoy had passed out at the side of the Frogai Lama's two female guests turning to piles of ash in their seats, and was being fanned by her son.
"I take it all didn't go as planned?" Sir Malfoy asked.
"It depends on who's plans you ask of?" The Frogai Lama said, pulled out his flute, and began to play a most pleasant tune.
Nick Owlmore's shuttle arrived at majesty station to late for the chocolate frogs but he saw from the stations Live wire feed, The Royal Guard were taking the field to display their magical skills and talents. Marching in a living wave of gold and crimson, wands raised, they cast colourful bursts of stars into the air as they took the field. The cameras cut to the Witch Queen standing to applaud her Royal boys in gold.
Nick couldn't believe he'd ever had a schoolboys crush on Bougenvallia Bent when they were back at Hogwarts. He still remembered the day every illusion he had about her was shattered.
She was a pretty little thing, even if she was a Slytherin. Kid sister of his best friends girl Wisteria who was a Squibb but no one minded that. She was such a nice girl. Nick had tried talking to Bougainvillea a few times and gotten snide or grunting responses at best. Today he saw a chance, as she was working partnerless in potions, to get in a few words. Make a real impression and maybe, just maybe, ask her to the Spring dance!
"Hey there BOOGIE-WOOGIE!" Nick said walking up to Bougenvallia with his typical silly grin.
"Stop right there!" Bougainvillea bent said holding up her hand and turning around slowly. "I have had just enough of you Nichol-Fat-Ass!"
Nick's smile changed to one of confusion and embarrassment. "What? I...?"
"I know you think I'm pretty. All the boys want me on their arm and all the girls wish they looked just like me!" Bougainvillea smirked. "But I could never and would never be interested in a... thing like you! You are a fat, unkempt, mop haired, pudding of a boy with mud blood parentage. I am nobility. It is never to be. I would never even consider going to the Spring dance with the likes of you Nick Owlmore."
Stunned and hurt Nick stood quiet for a second then he got that trade marked dim whited smile across his face.
"Actually I just came over to tell you your text book was to close to your flame." Nick said. "No point now though really."
Bougenvallia turned to see her potions text book engulfed in flames. Professor Slug horn ran over casting an extinguishing spell as the class laughed ant Bougainvillea’s misfortune. Nick just put his hands in his pockets and whistled as he walked away.
Nick Owlmore reached the sidewalk in front of Majesty station looking for a cab to the stadium. He was right bloody late now and hoped they were still seating. If not he was more than prepared to make quite the scene. After all, it was his Goddaughter who was going through all this nonsense. Much to his surprise there was a Royal car waiting for him with a driver holding a sign, which read 'D.I.Nick Owlmore'.
"I'm Owlmore." Nick said lugging his bag over to the car.
The driver took the bag from the auror and opened the car door with a silent smile and nodded. Nick climbed in the back where a live wire screen carried the event live from the stadium. The Royal Guard displayed great skill in offensive and defensive spell combat.
In the stands the crowd cheered with excitement at the lavish display. All except for the Frogai Lama and his guests who found such an audacious performance nothing more than a display of force and a warning to those who would further stand against the Witch Queen.
"I do believe NOW would be the perfect time?" Professor Splatterpalette smiled.
"I could not agree with you more." Professor Phenix nodded.
"I still highly recommend against this." The Frogai Lama insisted. "Though I applaud your bravery at insisting on rescuing your friends, the chances of success are... slim. The Witch Queen is a crafty opponent."
"The Witch Queen is busy watching her polished legion play tickle tag on the field" Professor Splatterpalette said. "That's why I made these perfect copies of us to attend the trials while we sneak into the palace court yard and free our friends. I even made one for you Jeremiah, so you can come with us... if you care to."
"I wouldn't miss it for the world." The Frogai Lama croaked. "But understand, I am sworn a code of noninterference. I can not help you."
"Understood." Professor Phenix said as the three of them sat in the lotus position in their seats and shut their eyes. A moment of meditation and calm that few took notice of. Few except of course Narcissa Malfoy who just thought it ungrateful, and of course the Witch Queen.
"Just as I thought." The Witch Queen smiled patting the hand of her husband the Warlock King happily. "My Darling Hyronimus will you watch over me while I duck back to the castle in one of my Golemns?"
"Why It's ahways my pweasuh sweethawt." The Warlock King said, "Is something the mattah? Have the gawd dispweezed you?"
"Oh no, no, no dear." The Witch Queen smiled. "More Protestors are about to attack the castle in an attempt to free the others."
"Such insewence!" The Warlock King gasped. "But shoely the gawds can handew them?"
"Yes." Bougenvallia smiled mischievously . "But where is the fun in that?"
The Witch Queen sat back in her Royal throne and relaxed, closing her eyes. Her mind drifted down a tight path until her eyes popped open and she stood sat straight up. A thin veil of white lace fell to the bedside from where she lay. The golem, a magical body created from mud and ash shaped by spells to take on the form of specific witch or wizard. As undetectable as a polyjuice potion however only the consciousness of the person it is made for can inhabit it. That was what sat in the arena next to the Warlock King.
The Witch Queen stood, dressed in a long black gown. It felt good to wear the colour that suited her best. Bougenvallia walked across the room to the large double doors of the gardens court yard terrace and through them open. The Witch Queen took a deep breath of morning air as she looked over the magi knights of the table round still turned to stone below her.
"Your friends are coming to rescue you." The Witch Queen laughed. "Or should I say Join you!"
*************
The fact that the front gates to the castle were easily opened with a simple ALOHAMORA spell should have been their first clue. Professor Phenix pushed the gate open just enough to allow Professor Splatterpalette and the Frogai Lama to slip through. The castle court yard stood empty, except for the stone forms of their friends, frozen as if statues.
"This feels to easy." Professor Phenix said. "The small hairs on the back of my neck are standing up!"
"I have an Alarm hair too!" Professor Splatterpalette said, "but you'll never in a million years guess where it is???"
The Frogai Lama held up one finger. "I do believe you we have company."
A long car pulled up outside the castle gates.
"What is this?" Nick Owlmore demanded. "I'm due at the stadium. Why the hell have you brought me here to the castle?"
When there was no answer Nick approached the drivers compartment and opened the door. The driver was gone. If he had ever been there at all.
"Looks as though old Boogie-Woogie wants a word with me after all." Nick said grabbing his bags and walking up the to the palace gates which sat conveniently unguarded and ajar. Nick drew his wand as he slipped inside the courtyard gates.
Much to Nick's surprise A robe-wearing frog sat cross-legged on a rock, ten feet from him. The odd site was just enough of a distraction for him not to notice the two wands pointing at his temples.
"Drop your wand." Professor Phenix demanded.
"Josie?" Nick said.
"Nick?" Josie smiled with pleasant shock. "What are you doing here?"
"I came for the trials." Nick said giving his long time friend a hug. The hug brought back so many warm and wonderful memories, and so many of the firsts that they'd shared in their young lives together oh so long ago. "How are hubby and the kids?"
"No." Professor Splatterpalette said. "I think she means what are you doing HERE at the palace COURT YARD. Especially right now D.I. Owlmore... Godfather of Sasporilla Bucket???"
"A royal car picked me up at majesty station." Nick said. "And brought me here."
"Then it is indeed a trap." The Frogai Lama said as the gates slammed shut and bolted.
"Yes." A voice whispered on the breeze.
"Defensive positions!" Dame Splatterpalette commanded popping open the latch on her bag and reached inside for some surprises she'd made.
"I knew you'd come." The voice of the witch Queen whispered as she passed like a shadow behind Angelo's frozen form.
"There!" Nick said casting Bombarda, having his wand knocked upward by Dame Splatterpalette. The spell cast astray, it flew into the side of the castle, blowing a small hole in the bricks.
"Be careful!" Dame Splatterpalette chided the auror. "These aren't statues!"
"These are the people we've come to rescue Nick!" Dame Phenix said.
"Good lord!" Nick gasped.
The Witch Queens evil Laughter echoed around the courtyard. "You can't fight me."
"There!" Dame Splatterpalette pointed.
"I am shadow." The Witch Queen laughed.
"There!" Dame Phenix pointed as the shadow slithered out of site.
"I am death." The voice hissed.
Black tentacles of shadow shot forth from between the frozen prisoners. Dame Phenix cast IGNIS CLYPEUS! A large shield of flame spread forth from the tip of her wand fending off the tendrils. Dame Splatterpalette tossed half a dozen complex origami squares which unfolded themselves into living rainbow coloured warriors. Blades of light cut through the shadowy tentacles as howls of pain cursed forth from the mystical beast hidden in the darkened corners. Nick Owlmore repelled tendrils that attempted to flank them from the sides or over the top of the flame shield. It was then, looking up, that he saw her.
"Boogie-Woogie you crafty old Witch." Nick said.
No more than a ripple one might mistake as a trick of the light, Nick saw the Witch Queen standing on her terrace manipulating her creature as a master puppeteer would her marionette.
A very heavily charged and silently cast BOMBARDA MAXIMA caught Bougenvallia quite by surprise and blew the terrace out from under her. The shadowy tendrils shriveled and disappeared into the ground as the Witch Queen arrested her fall, levitating before them.
"I knew you couldn't resist coming for your friends while you thought me busy at the trials." The Witch Queens evil grin spread across her face. "Like rats drawn into a trap for a bit of cheese. Pathetic."
"There are three of us and one of you Bougenvallia." Dame Phenix spat.
"Three?" The Witch Queen mused counting including the Frogai Lama still sitting quite patiently.
"Oh I've sworn a vow of non-interference in historic events." The Frogai Lama smiled. "Remember? You were there? In the shadows."
"What is he talking about?" Dame Splatterpalette demanded tightening her grip on her wand.
"You're not Bougenvallia Bent are you?" Nick Owlmore asked.
"She was the best, the brightest, the cruelest of girls that day." The Witch Queen Giggled with mad delight. "Like all those who had come before her she was proven to be the perfect vessel. The perfect next body to house me. The one true Witch Queen. She who brought shadow to Avalon.. She who tricked and enslaved the worker elves. She who is the greatest and most feared witch of any world!"
"Baba yaga." Nick Owlmore whispered.
The form of Bougenvallia Bent, The beautiful witch Queen, fell away. An gnarled old hag made of wood took her place. Baba Yaga's legs were made of straw and sticks, her arms like thin twisted limbs of trees. Her Hair was like straw infested with snakes. Snakes?
"Don't look in her ey..." Nick began but it was too late. The tree heroes had all been turned to stone as Baba Yaga's hideous laugh echoed through the court yard.
The sound was enough to crack the outer shell of a cocoon in the high branches of the courtyards golden cherry tree. From within crawled out a shining pink fairy dragon. Flossy had transformed!!! With a pop Gooseberry the faery appeared.
"Welcome back." Gooseberry smiled. "I'm Gooseberry. I'm a friend of your Sasporilla. This neither a good place nor time to be in it. I've promised to keep you safe so we should be off."
Flossy looked over at the wooden old witch walking amongst the statues, gloating. "It's so good to add you to my collection. I don't really want you for anything other than targets in the trials. That should cause Sasporilla Bucket such pain. Guards! Come move these to the stadium!!!"
The witch Queen returned to her beautiful magi form before the guards could arrive.
"Who is that?" Flossy The pink Faery dragon mewed at Gooseberry.
"That is the one who wants to hurt your Sasporilla!" Gooseberry said.
Flossy got a very angry scowl on her face as she flapped her new wings and blew a puf of a pink cloud.
"No you don't Tiger!" Gooseberry said hopping on her back. "You're not ready for a fight with that yet! Let's get you to a safe place"
The Frogai Lama watched the two Faeries disappear as Royal guards marched in to start carrying off the prisoners, turned to stone. The Witch Queen walked up and stood before him and smiled.
"You don't fear me little frog." The Witch Queen sighed.
"I do not," The Frogai Lama smiled, "old hag."
"AVADA KEDVARA!!!" The Witch Queen Cast blowing the golem of the Frogai Lama to ash.
"No!!!" The Witch Queen cursed.
***********
The Frogai Lama's eyes fluttered open as the Royal guard marched off the field. The Warlock King stood cheering and applauding "BWAVO! BWAVEESAMO!!!"
Narcissa Malfoy had passed out at the side of the Frogai Lama's two female guests turning to piles of ash in their seats, and was being fanned by her son.
"I take it all didn't go as planned?" Sir Malfoy asked.
"It depends on who's plans you ask of?" The Frogai Lama said, pulled out his flute, and began to play a most pleasant tune.
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