The Witch Queen of Avalon
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 3
"What a spectacular display of the magical skilled men and women of the Royal guard whom protect us every day!" Morgana Moonshadow gushed.
"Right you are Morgana!" James MacNare smiled as a fog began to roll in across the floor of the stadium and ominous organ music sounded the coming of something big. "Wait I do believe we're getting the signal?"
"Yes James." Morgana interrupted with a wand poke to his ribs. "This is what we've all been waiting for... the start of the WITCH QUEEN TRIALS!!!!"
The Warlock King turned and took his sleeping wife’s hand.
"Oh Bouganvaweeah!!!" The Warlock King pleaded. "Pweese weetun!!! You must! The tunoment is about to stawt!!!"
The Witch Queen’s hand crumpled to ash and traveled up her body. He looked into her face in horror as his Beautiful Bougenvallia disintegrated before his very eyes. He took a deep breath to let out a most heart-wrenching scream.
"SILENCIO!" The Witch Queen cast as she appaerated in, anticipating her Kings reaction.
Hyronimus Rodrovich stood there confused, screaming in silence, as Bougenvallia ran her hand softly over his face and walked over to the Royal Boxes railing.
"I'm fine my love." The Witch Queen said. "I sent a golem in my place, in case of trouble. So just calm down."
"OBSCURUM!" The Witch Queen cast causing a veil of darkness to enshroud the stadium.
"LUMOS!" Cast a soft spotlight on the Witch Queen as she cast the voice loudening charm and placed her wand to her neck.
"My friends," The Witch Queen began. "Honoured Guests, and Loyal subjects, it is time for the tournament for my throne to begin."
There was trepidacious applause as the crowd was unsure how to react.
"I welcome onto the field my champions." The Witch Queen smiled humbly as the six Royal guard elite lead the way for the six of her trusted advisors. Their wands alight they marched to center field and formed a semi-circle around a place where a deep red spotlight formed.
"Never, in the history of the Witch Queens has there been a challenge such as this." The Witch Queen said. "A young girl so greedy for the throne, so impertinent and self important that she feels she alone deserves it over every other girl of Nobel magi birth."
There were many boo's from the crowd based on the spin the Witch Queen put on the motivations for the challenge, as Sasporilla Bucket was levitated up on a platform to field level, from the tunnels below. "I give you SASPORILLA IMAGINARIUM BUCKET."
Sasporilla stood in her favourite purple muggle pants and shirt, with purple and pink cloak. Her bag stretched across her shoulder.
"You may draw your wand Sasporilla Bucket," the Witch Queen scowled, "bit your bag is not allowed. Guards remove it!"
Sasporilla reached into her bag and grabbed her wand. Beside it sat the small wish box her father had gifted her all those years ago. She smiled and cupped it in her hand.
"Dad," Sassy sighed, "if ever I needed to know what spell you cast on me as a baby to protect me from my family, that turned my hair pink... it's now."
Sassy drew her wand and stuffed the small box stealthily in her pants pocket as the guards roughly took the bag from her.
"Carefully you brutes!" Sasporilla shouted. "I expect everything to be untouched in there when this is over!"
"There Will be SEVEN trials of endurance, intelligence, and other physical, mental and magical skills that you will face today to see if you are worthy of a chance to hold the Royal Scepter of Avalon which will decide if you are even right for the roll of witch Queen?"
"Why not skip the show and just let me touch the scepter?" Sasporilla asked. "Let it decide?"
"The trials are for YOU to prove to the PEOPLE you are worthy!" The Witch Queen grinned. "Do you not think suddenly you can endure the trials? Just like everyone in your generation! You want it all handed to you!!! You don't want to work for anything!!!"
"I don't fear you or your trials." Sasporilla stiffened. "Bring them on."
"Very well." The Witch Queen snapped. "If, the scepter accepts you, then you and I will duel. To the death. The winner will be Witch Queen."
"I don't wish to kill anyone." Sasporilla said.
"Then you are too weak to be a Queen." The Witch Queen laughed encouraging the crowd to laugh with her. "But then you already are a Queen aren't you? Greedy little girl! It is in this Nobel bloodline of yours that we have a problem. You have Elf blood and there fore have mastered elven magic haven't you?"
"Yes." Sasporilla said honestly.
"Yes." The Witch Queen smiled. "At least you're honest. Now tell me girl, you made me a promise didn't you? To grant me one favour of my choosing when asked? For saving the life of your worm rat?"
"Yes." Sasporilla sighed.
"Very good." The Witch Queen smiled. "I will be needing to insure that you do not use Elven magic during these trials. There fore I ask you for the favour of asking your elven people to curse you with the "Glielbelthi"."
Prime Minister Wurloo appeared on the field, walking through the smoke, casting it aside as much as one would an annoying fly. He walked up to Sasporilla with a sad look of concern.
"My Queen is this what you want?" Prime Minister Wurloo asked.
"I don't even know what it is?" Sasporilla said.
"We turn your crown from gold to iron." Prime Minister Wurloo said. "It will stop you from being able yo do elf magic. You'd be an ordinary magi!"
"Can it be undone when all this is over?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes, but..." Prime Minister Wurloo began.
"But?" Sasporilla smiled.
"You have to survive!" The old elf said on the edge of tears.
"I'll do my best." Sasporilla said. "I agree to your favour request Witch Queen."
Sasporilla took a knee before her Prime Minister. The golden crown formed on her head as he pulled it from her and held it up. Prime Minister Wurloo snapped his fingers calling forth the worker elves two most accomplished and notorious weavers, Crinklesunpin and her brother Crumplegoldjinn. It had been a few years since Sasporilla had seen the two elves. They looked all the worse for ware these days now that they were no longer the masters of so many slaves.
"Crumplegoldjinn...Crinklesunpin." Prime Minister Wurloo began. "Will you assist your government by altering the crown of Queens Crown. Cursing Sasporilla Bucket with the Glielbelthi?"
"With..." Crumplegoldjinn said.
"...Pleasure!" Crinklesunpin smiled.
The weavers of light and darkness touched their long spindly fingers to the edges of the golden crown and re-wove the fabric of its metallic structure turning it from magical gold to a ring of simple iron. Prime Minister Wurloo placed it on Sasporilla's head. The heavy iron ring glowed hot for just a second as the curse took hold, and sat permanently on her head. When Sassy snapped her fingers her Elven magic was gone.
"Thank you house elves." The Witch Queen smiled. "Now go clean something."
The crowd laughed at their expense. Without Sasporilla to protect them, they were wide open for attack.
"Just because you've disabled our Queen, don't think we are disempowered Witch Queen." Prime Minister Wurloo smiled. "We have our own government now, our Queen was just a figure head... though we have Sasporilla Bucket to thank for organizing us. We are the ones who do your work. So speak harshly to us. See what it gets you!"
With a snap of their fingers the house elves were gone. Sasporilla Bucket laughed as the Witch Queen stood with her gob hanging open.
"Insolence!" The Witch Queen said.
"No." Sasporilla laughed. "That's the confidence that comes from education, and empowerment! Once they're free they'll be an even greatest people. Think of what the subjects of Avalon will be like once I can show them life, love and new way to self govern once you're gone?"
"ENOUGH!" The Witch Queen screamed.
The crowd was starting to murmur. They were discussing what the girl was saying. Talk was dangerous. Thought was dangerous. People are sheep and must be lead!!!!
"To give hope to slaves is just cruel!" The Witch Queen said. "You dangle a sock before them with no way of ever giving it to them! IF you ever intended to give it to them at all? But enough of this... LET THE TRIALS BEGIN!!!"
The crowd erupted in applause as the smoke on the field cleared. Thirteen stone slabs appeared. All were Frustum's of equal size and weight of about ten tons.
"Each of you will stand on the line..." the Witch Queen instructed as a blue line glowed on the ground ten feet from the giant stone blocks. "Drawing your wands on the starting signal, and not before, you will have one cast to levitate the Frustum. You must maintain the levitation the longest. If you do not Sasporilla Bucket, you do not advance to the next trial. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Sasporilla said stepping up to the blue line with the others.
"Then on the count of three you may begin." The Witch Queen said "One... Two...." the Witch Queen began.
One of the Royal Guard jumped the gun and began to levitate his stone block early.
The blue line glowed and tendrils of electricity wrapped around him, electrocuting the guard, forcing him to drop his stone.
"I said not before the full count!" The Witch Queen said playfully as the Royal Guardsman dropped dead. "... Three! You may begin!"
The group of magi cast their spells. Sasporilla smirked at the witch Queen as she turned to her block and cast "LEVIOSA AUTOMATOPOETUS!"
The Frustum rose in the air before her and levitated in place. Sasporilla knew that no amount of distraction or lack of focus would make a difference with this spell. Unlike most of the wingardium leviosa's cast, this was an engineering spell Angelo had taught her. It was used to magically suspend building materials permanently in areas that were otherwise impractical to build on.
This was all to easy to stand and concentrate on holding the large blocks in the air. To easy perhaps.
"Let's start the fun." The witch Queen smiled clapping her hands.
The sound of buzzing and clicking started to fill the air as a cloud formed over the stadium. The cloud moved down to reveal that it was a swarm of Doxys. The small black hairy creatures with beetle like wings and large mouths of razor sharp teeth descended quickly of the contestants of the trials.
The crowd cheered as the faery like creatures buzzed around the champions who swatted at them with their free hands, trying desperately not to break focus.
"PROTEGO" Sasporilla cast a bubble of protection around herself forcing the Doxys to bounce off.
Magical blasts saw some of the nasty little pests blown apart in clouds of red and green as stones fell with a crash crushing some. Though the bulk of them easily avoided the spells. Their razor sharp little teeth found exposed flesh and sank in with screams of their victims. Others climbed through the folds of robes or up the plates of armour looking for a place to feed.
One of the champions, swatting at the Doxys wildly, pulled the golden mask from her shifting form. Sheliza Amari's beautiful older face shifted into that of the Wedjat! The twisted creature opened its gaping maw and spewed forth a cloud of small black red spotted Sarcobphlygae. Deadly flesh eating desert lady bugs.
"akllahm aldaksii!!!" The Wedjat hissed.
The cloud of Sarcobphlygae swarmed the Doxys nibbling into their tiny faery like flesh. The Doxys stopped their attacks to and started swatting at the small insects. With squeals and hisses the Doxys flew off taking the Sarcobphlygae with them. A double shifting cloud in the Avalon sky, attempting to retreat back to the Doxy swamplands outside of the cities southern borders.
"INFERNIA!" The Witch Queen cast a huge plume of flame into the air incinerating both the Doxys and the Sarcobphlygae, which wafted back to the coliseum floor as ash.
Twelve Frustum stone blocks sat on the field, while one still hung in the air, levitating. That stone was Sasporilla Bucket's. Sassy stood proudly while the other champions, bleeding and out of breath, hung their heads.
"Winner." The Witch Queen smiled reluctantly, "Sasporilla Bucket."
The crowd applauded politely until the Frogai Lama stood and began to clap. The crowd went wild clapping, hooting and hollering there approval, much to Witch Queens Chagrin.
Sasporilla turned and waved to the people then took her place in the line of champions. Her stone still levitating when the Frustums disappeared.
As the crowd settled one lonely clap could still be heard from the crowd which seemed to echo through the stadium. The slow defiant clap, of the Frogai Lama. The one person amongst the many who appreciated the value of Sasporilla's struggle and the importance more than ever of staying on her path.
"What a spectacular display of the magical skilled men and women of the Royal guard whom protect us every day!" Morgana Moonshadow gushed.
"Right you are Morgana!" James MacNare smiled as a fog began to roll in across the floor of the stadium and ominous organ music sounded the coming of something big. "Wait I do believe we're getting the signal?"
"Yes James." Morgana interrupted with a wand poke to his ribs. "This is what we've all been waiting for... the start of the WITCH QUEEN TRIALS!!!!"
The Warlock King turned and took his sleeping wife’s hand.
"Oh Bouganvaweeah!!!" The Warlock King pleaded. "Pweese weetun!!! You must! The tunoment is about to stawt!!!"
The Witch Queen’s hand crumpled to ash and traveled up her body. He looked into her face in horror as his Beautiful Bougenvallia disintegrated before his very eyes. He took a deep breath to let out a most heart-wrenching scream.
"SILENCIO!" The Witch Queen cast as she appaerated in, anticipating her Kings reaction.
Hyronimus Rodrovich stood there confused, screaming in silence, as Bougenvallia ran her hand softly over his face and walked over to the Royal Boxes railing.
"I'm fine my love." The Witch Queen said. "I sent a golem in my place, in case of trouble. So just calm down."
"OBSCURUM!" The Witch Queen cast causing a veil of darkness to enshroud the stadium.
"LUMOS!" Cast a soft spotlight on the Witch Queen as she cast the voice loudening charm and placed her wand to her neck.
"My friends," The Witch Queen began. "Honoured Guests, and Loyal subjects, it is time for the tournament for my throne to begin."
There was trepidacious applause as the crowd was unsure how to react.
"I welcome onto the field my champions." The Witch Queen smiled humbly as the six Royal guard elite lead the way for the six of her trusted advisors. Their wands alight they marched to center field and formed a semi-circle around a place where a deep red spotlight formed.
"Never, in the history of the Witch Queens has there been a challenge such as this." The Witch Queen said. "A young girl so greedy for the throne, so impertinent and self important that she feels she alone deserves it over every other girl of Nobel magi birth."
There were many boo's from the crowd based on the spin the Witch Queen put on the motivations for the challenge, as Sasporilla Bucket was levitated up on a platform to field level, from the tunnels below. "I give you SASPORILLA IMAGINARIUM BUCKET."
Sasporilla stood in her favourite purple muggle pants and shirt, with purple and pink cloak. Her bag stretched across her shoulder.
"You may draw your wand Sasporilla Bucket," the Witch Queen scowled, "bit your bag is not allowed. Guards remove it!"
Sasporilla reached into her bag and grabbed her wand. Beside it sat the small wish box her father had gifted her all those years ago. She smiled and cupped it in her hand.
"Dad," Sassy sighed, "if ever I needed to know what spell you cast on me as a baby to protect me from my family, that turned my hair pink... it's now."
Sassy drew her wand and stuffed the small box stealthily in her pants pocket as the guards roughly took the bag from her.
"Carefully you brutes!" Sasporilla shouted. "I expect everything to be untouched in there when this is over!"
"There Will be SEVEN trials of endurance, intelligence, and other physical, mental and magical skills that you will face today to see if you are worthy of a chance to hold the Royal Scepter of Avalon which will decide if you are even right for the roll of witch Queen?"
"Why not skip the show and just let me touch the scepter?" Sasporilla asked. "Let it decide?"
"The trials are for YOU to prove to the PEOPLE you are worthy!" The Witch Queen grinned. "Do you not think suddenly you can endure the trials? Just like everyone in your generation! You want it all handed to you!!! You don't want to work for anything!!!"
"I don't fear you or your trials." Sasporilla stiffened. "Bring them on."
"Very well." The Witch Queen snapped. "If, the scepter accepts you, then you and I will duel. To the death. The winner will be Witch Queen."
"I don't wish to kill anyone." Sasporilla said.
"Then you are too weak to be a Queen." The Witch Queen laughed encouraging the crowd to laugh with her. "But then you already are a Queen aren't you? Greedy little girl! It is in this Nobel bloodline of yours that we have a problem. You have Elf blood and there fore have mastered elven magic haven't you?"
"Yes." Sasporilla said honestly.
"Yes." The Witch Queen smiled. "At least you're honest. Now tell me girl, you made me a promise didn't you? To grant me one favour of my choosing when asked? For saving the life of your worm rat?"
"Yes." Sasporilla sighed.
"Very good." The Witch Queen smiled. "I will be needing to insure that you do not use Elven magic during these trials. There fore I ask you for the favour of asking your elven people to curse you with the "Glielbelthi"."
Prime Minister Wurloo appeared on the field, walking through the smoke, casting it aside as much as one would an annoying fly. He walked up to Sasporilla with a sad look of concern.
"My Queen is this what you want?" Prime Minister Wurloo asked.
"I don't even know what it is?" Sasporilla said.
"We turn your crown from gold to iron." Prime Minister Wurloo said. "It will stop you from being able yo do elf magic. You'd be an ordinary magi!"
"Can it be undone when all this is over?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes, but..." Prime Minister Wurloo began.
"But?" Sasporilla smiled.
"You have to survive!" The old elf said on the edge of tears.
"I'll do my best." Sasporilla said. "I agree to your favour request Witch Queen."
Sasporilla took a knee before her Prime Minister. The golden crown formed on her head as he pulled it from her and held it up. Prime Minister Wurloo snapped his fingers calling forth the worker elves two most accomplished and notorious weavers, Crinklesunpin and her brother Crumplegoldjinn. It had been a few years since Sasporilla had seen the two elves. They looked all the worse for ware these days now that they were no longer the masters of so many slaves.
"Crumplegoldjinn...Crinklesunpin." Prime Minister Wurloo began. "Will you assist your government by altering the crown of Queens Crown. Cursing Sasporilla Bucket with the Glielbelthi?"
"With..." Crumplegoldjinn said.
"...Pleasure!" Crinklesunpin smiled.
The weavers of light and darkness touched their long spindly fingers to the edges of the golden crown and re-wove the fabric of its metallic structure turning it from magical gold to a ring of simple iron. Prime Minister Wurloo placed it on Sasporilla's head. The heavy iron ring glowed hot for just a second as the curse took hold, and sat permanently on her head. When Sassy snapped her fingers her Elven magic was gone.
"Thank you house elves." The Witch Queen smiled. "Now go clean something."
The crowd laughed at their expense. Without Sasporilla to protect them, they were wide open for attack.
"Just because you've disabled our Queen, don't think we are disempowered Witch Queen." Prime Minister Wurloo smiled. "We have our own government now, our Queen was just a figure head... though we have Sasporilla Bucket to thank for organizing us. We are the ones who do your work. So speak harshly to us. See what it gets you!"
With a snap of their fingers the house elves were gone. Sasporilla Bucket laughed as the Witch Queen stood with her gob hanging open.
"Insolence!" The Witch Queen said.
"No." Sasporilla laughed. "That's the confidence that comes from education, and empowerment! Once they're free they'll be an even greatest people. Think of what the subjects of Avalon will be like once I can show them life, love and new way to self govern once you're gone?"
"ENOUGH!" The Witch Queen screamed.
The crowd was starting to murmur. They were discussing what the girl was saying. Talk was dangerous. Thought was dangerous. People are sheep and must be lead!!!!
"To give hope to slaves is just cruel!" The Witch Queen said. "You dangle a sock before them with no way of ever giving it to them! IF you ever intended to give it to them at all? But enough of this... LET THE TRIALS BEGIN!!!"
The crowd erupted in applause as the smoke on the field cleared. Thirteen stone slabs appeared. All were Frustum's of equal size and weight of about ten tons.
"Each of you will stand on the line..." the Witch Queen instructed as a blue line glowed on the ground ten feet from the giant stone blocks. "Drawing your wands on the starting signal, and not before, you will have one cast to levitate the Frustum. You must maintain the levitation the longest. If you do not Sasporilla Bucket, you do not advance to the next trial. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Sasporilla said stepping up to the blue line with the others.
"Then on the count of three you may begin." The Witch Queen said "One... Two...." the Witch Queen began.
One of the Royal Guard jumped the gun and began to levitate his stone block early.
The blue line glowed and tendrils of electricity wrapped around him, electrocuting the guard, forcing him to drop his stone.
"I said not before the full count!" The Witch Queen said playfully as the Royal Guardsman dropped dead. "... Three! You may begin!"
The group of magi cast their spells. Sasporilla smirked at the witch Queen as she turned to her block and cast "LEVIOSA AUTOMATOPOETUS!"
The Frustum rose in the air before her and levitated in place. Sasporilla knew that no amount of distraction or lack of focus would make a difference with this spell. Unlike most of the wingardium leviosa's cast, this was an engineering spell Angelo had taught her. It was used to magically suspend building materials permanently in areas that were otherwise impractical to build on.
This was all to easy to stand and concentrate on holding the large blocks in the air. To easy perhaps.
"Let's start the fun." The witch Queen smiled clapping her hands.
The sound of buzzing and clicking started to fill the air as a cloud formed over the stadium. The cloud moved down to reveal that it was a swarm of Doxys. The small black hairy creatures with beetle like wings and large mouths of razor sharp teeth descended quickly of the contestants of the trials.
The crowd cheered as the faery like creatures buzzed around the champions who swatted at them with their free hands, trying desperately not to break focus.
"PROTEGO" Sasporilla cast a bubble of protection around herself forcing the Doxys to bounce off.
Magical blasts saw some of the nasty little pests blown apart in clouds of red and green as stones fell with a crash crushing some. Though the bulk of them easily avoided the spells. Their razor sharp little teeth found exposed flesh and sank in with screams of their victims. Others climbed through the folds of robes or up the plates of armour looking for a place to feed.
One of the champions, swatting at the Doxys wildly, pulled the golden mask from her shifting form. Sheliza Amari's beautiful older face shifted into that of the Wedjat! The twisted creature opened its gaping maw and spewed forth a cloud of small black red spotted Sarcobphlygae. Deadly flesh eating desert lady bugs.
"akllahm aldaksii!!!" The Wedjat hissed.
The cloud of Sarcobphlygae swarmed the Doxys nibbling into their tiny faery like flesh. The Doxys stopped their attacks to and started swatting at the small insects. With squeals and hisses the Doxys flew off taking the Sarcobphlygae with them. A double shifting cloud in the Avalon sky, attempting to retreat back to the Doxy swamplands outside of the cities southern borders.
"INFERNIA!" The Witch Queen cast a huge plume of flame into the air incinerating both the Doxys and the Sarcobphlygae, which wafted back to the coliseum floor as ash.
Twelve Frustum stone blocks sat on the field, while one still hung in the air, levitating. That stone was Sasporilla Bucket's. Sassy stood proudly while the other champions, bleeding and out of breath, hung their heads.
"Winner." The Witch Queen smiled reluctantly, "Sasporilla Bucket."
The crowd applauded politely until the Frogai Lama stood and began to clap. The crowd went wild clapping, hooting and hollering there approval, much to Witch Queens Chagrin.
Sasporilla turned and waved to the people then took her place in the line of champions. Her stone still levitating when the Frustums disappeared.
As the crowd settled one lonely clap could still be heard from the crowd which seemed to echo through the stadium. The slow defiant clap, of the Frogai Lama. The one person amongst the many who appreciated the value of Sasporilla's struggle and the importance more than ever of staying on her path.
PLEASE REMEMBER
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/ )