HARRY POTTER: The Lazarus Chamber
Prologue:
He should be happy. Harry James Potter had just defeated the most dangerous wizard alive, Lord Voldemort. So why doesn't he feel jubilated? Relieved? Why doesn't if feel like it's over?
'Relax Harry,' he thought to himself. 'It just hasn't fully sunk in yet, it'll be a better day tomorrow.'
Harry was inside Dumbledore's office, surrounded by applauding portraits of former Hogwarts headmasters and head mistresses. Harry held up his hands, and the portraits fell silent, waiting eagerly for him to speak. Harry turned to Dumbledore whose tears were sliding down from behind his half-moon spectacles into his long silver beard.
"The thing that was hidden in the Snitch," he began, "I dropped it in the forest. I don't know exactly where, but I'm not going to go looking for it again. Do you agree?"
"My dear boy, I do," said Dumbledore. "Does anyone else know where it fell?"
"No one," said Harry, and Dumbledore nodded his satisfaction.
"I'm going to keep Ignotus' present, though," said Harry, and Dumbledore beamed.
"But of course, Harry, it is yours forever, until you pass it on!"
"And then there's this." Harry held up the Elder Wand. "I don't want it." said Harry.
"What?" said Ron loudly. "Are you mental?"
"I know it's powerful," said Harry wearily. "But I was happier with mine."
It was the truth, but something else was bothering him about the Elder wand, he just didn't know why.
He opened the pouch that hung around his neck, and pulled out the two halves of his old wand still just connected by the finest thread of phoenix feather. Ollivander had said that they could not be repaired, that the damage was too severe. All he knew was that if this did not work, nothing would.
He laid the broken wand upon the headmaster's desk, touched it with the very tip of the Elder Wand, and said "Reparo."
As his wand resealed, red sparks flew out of its end. Harry knew that he had succeeded. He picked up the holly and phoenix wand and felt a sudden warmth in his fingers, as though wand and hand were rejoicing at their reunion.
"I'm putting the Elder Wand back where it came from. It can stay there. If I die a natural death like Ignotus, its power will be broken, won't it? The previous master will never have been defeated. That'll be the end of it."
Dumbledore nodded. They smiled at each other.
"Are you sure?" said Ron. There was the faintest trace of longing in his voice as he looked at the Elder Wand.
"I think Harry's right," said Hermione quietly.
"That wand's more trouble than it's worth," said Harry. "And quite honestly I've had enough trouble for a lifetime."
How wrong he was. One journey ends. Another begins.
- End of Prologue -
*Most of the text were quoted from the seventh book: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.*