I don't own the Harry Potter series. It belongs to the brilliant J.K. Rowling.
Chapter One:
The mother sat in the invitingly-worn rocking chair, surrounded by her three eager children who were hanging on to her every word. She told a story almost as famous as the tales written by Beedle the Bard. It was the story that began with the legacy of the famous historical hero Harry Potter and the momentous Battle of Hogwarts.
"The Battle had ended, and while nearly everyone was inside the Great Hall mourning over the losses and trying to save the injured, Harry Potter stood in the headmaster's office along with his two loyal friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.
"The portraits of all the past headmasters of Hogwarts were applauding Harry's courageous and awe-inspiring defeat of the greatest villain ever known to Wizard kind: Lord Voldemort."
The children hissed at the name of the cowardly criminal, and the eldest boy muttered darkly, "That snake's lucky that he never met me. I'd have shown him that death should've been the least of his fears."
The mother looked at him, amused. "I know you would have, Vince. May I continue?" The boy nodded vigorously, settling down on the floor once more. "Alright. When the clapping subsided, the hero turned to face the newest addition to wall. 'Professor Dumbledore,' he began, 'I lost the gift you left for me in the Snitch. I dropped it somewhere in the woods, and I think it best that it remain there.' The man in the portrait nodded his approval. 'Although,' Harry continued, 'I may keep the gift I received in my first year. Pass it along, and carry on the legacy.'
"'That leaves this.' Harry pulled out the fabled Elder Wand. 'I don't want it.'
"'Are you sure, Harry?' Ron asked him. 'That's the most powerful wand in existence.'
"'I'm positive,' Harry replied. He turned back to Dumbledore's portrait. 'I'm going to return it to your tomb, where it belongs.'
"Harry's old headmaster smiled down at him. 'I believe you are doing the right thing, Harry.'
"So, Harry put the wand back, but it didn't rest there. Within a year, the wand was stolen in the dead of night by the mysterious Shadow Lord. Said to be one of Voldemort's most loyal followers, the Shadow Lord was as sneaky as his master was cowardly, and just as power-hungry. He believed that the wand could save him and bring him glory and fortune.
"However, Harry Potter heard of this theft, and went searching for the one behind it."
The smallest girl spoke up, asking the question that many a wise wizard had asked before her: "But if Harry wasn't dead, wouldn't the wand be useless to anyone else?"
The mother smiled at her daughter and replied, "That's the way it was supposed to work, Hermia. But the Shadow Lord was clever, too. He realized that because Harry had given up the wand willingly, if he recovered it before Harry died, it would answer to him, just as powerful as it had been before.
"So Harry pursued the thief, traveling all over the world in search of the dangerous criminal. He eventually caught up with the Shadow Lord and stole back the wand. Seeing how dangerous the wand was, Harry broke it into five pieces. These pieces he hid in secret places all over the world. To this day, only the whereabouts of one piece are known. This piece resides at-"
"Hogwarts!" the children finished.
"But no one has found it yet," Vince continued.
"It is said to be hidden with a clue to the next piece," added Caspia, the middle child, her eyes alight with pure excitement.
Hermia spoke up to finish the tale. "And only the one who is worthy will be able to recover all the pieces. Until that person arrives, the wand will lie in pieces, a once great weapon now worthless." She ended the tale with a yawn.
The mother rose from the chair saying, "It's time to go to bed now. It's late, and you are all exhausted."
The three children reluctantly followed her upstairs, each wondering the same thing: Am I the one who is worthy?
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