The Witch Queen of Avalon
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 13
Sasporilla awoke on her back, sore, stiff, dazed and a bit damp around the head? A drop of water bounced of her forehead. It had apparently not been the first! Sassy sat up. She was still firmly attached to her Erumpant 1500 X Dragon's seat and the attachment spell had worked to keep them affixed to Blue.
Sasporilla felt in her pocket for her wand but was out of luck. She had passed out with it in her hand and obviously dropped it. No matter. Sasporilla was of course an Elf blood.
With a snap of her fingers, light appeared, illuminating the small bubble around her and her broom. The pinksh bubble was made of that viscous oily substance but there was something beyond it. Something thick covering over… Blue! It felt like he had stopped.
“Blue can you hear me?” Sassy called but there was no response. “Of course he can’t here me in here!”
Sasporilla took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She reached out with her feelings. She could feel Blue but something wasn’t right. He was hurt, NO! He was… She couldn’t tell what he was, but something was wrong! It was time Sasporilla got out of this bubble and checked on him proper. Sassy searched Blue's back for her wand. It had fallen just in beside her where she had passed out.
"SICCUM!" Sasporilla cast, causing her to shake like a dog a dry of quickly.
"Oh that's ATTRACTIVE WIDE BUIT!" she could almost here the voice of her friend Lyra laughing behind her. How she missed, even the insult play these days. "You must look like quite the pick of the litter to your man? Like best in show of the pink poodles, ya? Tell me Angelo, can she get her right leg up to scratch behind her left ear or...?"
"Shut it Lyra! " Sassy laughed pointing her wand up. "BOMBARDA!"
The blast of magical energy blew a hole through the pink crust above her and let in avalanche of snow! Sasporilla hopped on her broom and flew straight up through the snow casting BOMBARDA to clear her path. Blasting the torrent of snow back out of her way. Sassy shot forth through the gap in the snow before it tried to fill itself back in!
Sassy's broom touched sky for only a few seconds before losing its ability to fly! Much to her surprise Sasporilla felt the unmistakable pull of gravity as she sped towards the white covered ground. She pulled up on her Erumpant 1500x but to no avail. She crashed in a snowy puff and slid down a steep embankment coming to stop at the boots of a smiling old leathery faced man. He sat gloved hand in hand with another, and another. Hundreds of people holding gloved hands, siting in a circle around the snow covered Blue chanting. "Siku pukak - Tungortok ikkuma - Selamiut- Nanurjuk tingmiaq. Siku pukak - Tungortok ikkuma - Selamiut- Nanurjuk tingmiaq. Siku pukak - Tungortok ikkuma - Selamiut- Nanurjuk tingmiaq."
"Hello." A small voice said.
Sasporilla looked between the people of the circle and saw a young boy, dressed very warmly. Sassy was quickly realizing how cold she was becoming.
"Hi!" Sasporilla waved.
"Come." The boy waved to her pushing up on the old mans arm to make an opening for the pink haired witch to crawl out.
"I'm Aiviq." The boy smiled as Sasporilla crawled out and he helped her to her feet. "We best get you into a warm hut before you freeze. You're not exactly dressed for the northern nights are you?"
"No I guess I'm not." Sassy said shivering. "I'm Sas-sss-sasporilla by the way."
"Nice to meet you." Aiviq said as he lead the young witch to the huts. "What were you doing trying to fly over the circle?"
"I wasn't flying over actually," Sasporilla shook her head, "but rather out of. You see I was on Blue's back and well sort of got snowed in there."
"What?" Aiviq gasped holding his hut door open. The warmth of the camp stove flowed out around her like her mothers hugs. "Get in quickly. You came from the great worm?"
"Yes." Sasporilla smiled as she stepped into the small hut’s warmth and the boy closed the door. "That's Blue, my friend. I ride with him. Protect him on his journey as best I can."
"My grandfather will want to speak with you when his time in the circle is done." Aiviq said placing some cups on the stove. "Do you like cocoa? I like cocoa, it's my favourite! Although I don't have any marshmallows."
Sasporilla drew her wand and with a quick cast of "CONFECTIO PUFF" she created some lovely small marshmallows for the young man.
"There you are." Sasporilla smiled putting her wand away.
"Thank you, yes!" Aiviq smiled eating one of the sugary puffs. "That was what I was getting at before. You see, your magi magic, works fine out here. Outside the circle. However inside the circle your..."
"But I used my magic to blast my way out?" Sasporilla insisted.
"Strange." Aiviq shook his head. "My grandfather will know why it worked there but not for your broom. Cocoa’s ready!"
Aiviq very carefully poured out two mugs of the steaming brown liquid and sprinkled in the marshmallows. He carefully handed a mug to the pink haired witch.
"Here you go." Aiviq smiled. "It should warm you. I have some cookies and cakes stashed away. As a treat of course."
"Of course." Sasporilla nodded taking a deep warming sip of cocoa. "Mmmm this is very good."
"Thank you." Aiviq smiled as he pulled a box out from under his cot. "I make it with chocolate frogs. They’re hard to get but when I get one I save them. I don't care about the cards though. Do you know anyone who collects them? Someone that values them more than the chocolate?"
"Aiviq!" A deep voice said from the doorway. "It is your turn in the circle my grandson."
"Yes grandfather." Aiviq said hanging his head and placing his cocoa on the chair.
"Drink up." The old man smiled warmly. "It's cold out there."
Aiviq smiled as he guzzled the warm thick cocoa. It burned a bit but in a wonderfully comfortable way.
"Grandfather," Aiviq smiled, "this is Sasporilla. She rides with the great beast."
"Ah!" The old man smiled pulling up a camp chair. "So you are the Sapputiwoka, The protector! We thought perhaps there wasn't one. Or worse, that you had met your end defending the Siku pukak tungortok ikkuma selamiut nanurjuk tingmiaq on it's journey to the place of dying. The stories of my ancestors say many do."
"The place of dying?" Sasporilla gasped. "What is going on? What is happening to Blue? What are you and your people doing to him?"
The old man shook his head and turned to search through some things in the corner. "Not to him, for him! I wouldn't expect your kind to understand."
"My kind?" Sasporilla asked.
"Magi." The old man turned holding out a parka and a pair of boots. "University type if I'm not mistaken? Put these on and walk with me and I will try to explain."
Sasporilla snatched the clothing from the old man having taken visible offence to his statement. She put them grumbling something he couldn't quite make out but he'd heard just about every insulting thing Magi had to say to him and his people. Kuyarak was pleasantly surprised to see it was a spell.
"A spell?" Kuyarak asked.
"Yes." Sasporilla said stiffly. "A magi spell, to keep the clothes warm. According to your grandson it will work as long as I stay out of your circle."
"Yes." The old man smiled. “You See Your Kind of Magic is different from ours, and our magic fills that circle. Out here your magic will work fine. I will explain more as we walk.”
Stepping out of the hut into the cold.
The blue aurora energy above the chanting circle flowed and circled the great beast like living blue flame in the sky.
Sasporilla followed along side the wise old soul as he attempted to educate her.
"You go to the university to learn." Kuyarak began. "There they have taught you there are many types of magic. However they do not teach of the oldest type of magic. That which of the ancient tribes and our ancestors."
"Ah but they do give classes on ritual magic’s." Sasporilla said.
"Magi Ritual magic." The man nodded. "Not that of the non-magi, ordinary people. Those of us who remember that we are all one with nature, it's power and have learned that together we are part of its workings. Do you understand?"
"Actually I do." Sasporilla smiled. "I'm an elf blood. I've been taught to become one with nature."
"But do you know your place within nature?" Kuyarak asked. "You, Sasporilla, the tiny little insignificant cog?"
"No." Sasporilla hung her head and sighed. "I guess I have no idea unless it's protector of blue? In which I'm bad at it if all I did was bring him here to die?"
"Good!" The old man smiled. "No one really knows what purpose they play. What cog they are in natures great machine. Only know that no cog is insignificant! The machine can not run without every cog! You are important, no matter if you are the protector, a wand maker or Mother Nature herself!"
"Why would you say that?" Sasporilla gasped.
"My ancestors showed me all I needed to know about you Sasporilla Bucket," the old man chuckled, "long before you arrived. They told me the protector was to be a magi. They told me your name and why you were chosen. Why you are special above all others."
"But I'm not really special." Sasporilla protested. "I'm just me. All I do is the best I can."
"And that is what makes you special." Kuyarak smiled. "Your willingness to give your all, even for a stranger or a beast in need and still you see nothing special in yourself. The ancestors respect you and welcome you to our circle Sasporilla Bucket."
"Siku pukak - Tungortok ikkuma - Selamiut Nanurjuk tingmiaq." Hundreds of natives chanted as the mond of snow slowly raised and lowered.
"His breathing slows." The old man said.
"No!" Sasporilla shouted trying to run forward but finding herself blocked and thrown back by a burst of blue energy.
"The ancestors appreciate all you have done to this point Sasporilla," Kuyarak smiled as he caught her and stopped her fall, "but they will not allow you to stop tungortoks makkitpok as does the tarralikitak."
Sasporilla struggled against him but he was refused to let her go. "Please girl stop struggling. This is not a sad day. It is a joyous occasion I assure you. Some times, the only way we can see our friends grow into what they are meant to be is to let them go."
"What do you mean?" Sasporilla asked as she stopped struggling. "Grow?"
"The beast will die tonight yes, but this is its natural way." The old man smiled.
"Siku pukak - Tungortok ikkuma - Selamiut Nanurjuk tingmiaq." The chant slowed, as did blues breathing.
Sasporilla looked up to the heavens. The sky was alive with a burning blue Aurora. The elders danced above them as Sassy felt her friends heart beat slowing.
Bump-Bump
"Siku pukak - Tungortok ikkuma - Selamiut Nanurjuk tingmiaq"
Bump.....bump
"Siku pukak - Tungortok ikkuma - Selamiut Nanurjuk tingmiaq"
Bump...........
Sasporilla took a heavy saddened breath as Blue's heart stopped.
"SIKU PUKAK TUNGORTOK IKKUM SELAMIUT NANURJUK TINGMIAQ!" The circle cried out to the ancestors and the ancestors responded.
Bright balls of blue energy formed in the aurora shooting large bolts of lightning down into the snow and ice.
"SIKU PUKAK TUNGORTOK IKKUM SELAMIUT NANURJUK TINGMIAQ!" Again and again the circle called to the ancestors touched the beast with fingers of power until finally they came down from the heavens. The blue aurora poured down into the center of the snowy mound.
"SIKU PUKAK TUNGORTOK IKKUM SELAMIUT NANURJUK TINGMIAQ!" The old man cheered as the snow and ice mound burst open. A giant crystal griffin stood up amongst the dancing cold blue flame of the ancestors as they danced about him, and roared stretching out its mighty wings.
"Blue!" Sasporilla cried in happiness. "He's a type of ICE PHOENIX!"
"Yes!" The old man smiled. "Great ice bird that goes to the stars! Siku pukak - Tungortok ikkuma - Selamiut Nanurjuk tingmiaq. Ice phoenix is a good word for 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, donate to J.K.Rowling's charitable foundation LUMOS! Link below! ( https://www.wearelumos.org/ )