Harry Potter and the Staff of Dejection
After Harry had graduated, he wanted nothing more than to be an auror, to fight those who took part in corrupting his life. The moment had arrived where he could do that. A month after graduation, Harry Potter stood outside the doors for the Auror Training Facility. This was it, the moment he had been dreaming about.
But as he walked through the entrance, he wondered if he could even pass the training. "Am I strong enough?" he would think, "Do I have what it takes?" Every time he thought this, he would have to tell himself he knows he can, as long as he believes he can, but at the moment, he had no idea he what he believed.
As he approached the receptionist's desk, the woman working there asked "Do you have an appointment?"
"I'm here to begin my auror training, my name is Harry Potter."
She studied his forehead, saw the scar and said "Take out your wand, point in the air and shoot sparks, afterward, let me see it."
Harry, confused, pulled his wand out, said "Relashio!", waited for it to cool and handed it to the receptionist.
"Why do I need to hand over my wand?" he asked.
"Well, the spell we use to identify the person holding it requires said person to use it first and we aren't sure if you just stole it off some poor guy from the streets to hide your identity." she said as she walked away.
"Also, we need to keep your wand, so you won't resist."
"I don't understand." he said, completely bewildered at the statement.
As she came back, she immediatly went behind her desk and a second later, Voldemort appeared.
"So I can finally kill you!" he screamed.