It was a brisk summers eve, the young broods were learning some valuable life lessons courtesy of professor snape. Young, sweet and innocent Harry potter was was getting bored. He thought all of the things he could do read a book, write a story, clean the windows, feed the pony, practice his wand tricks, he liked to play with it during quidditch or sometimes for a special treat in the common room for all of his friends to admire. Harry could do marvelous things with his wand things that no other wizard could dream of doing. He undid the zip that was keeping him from his one and only love, his wand. Harry practiced his wand tricks a lot more at hogwarts then he did as home it was probably because Kelly and Michelle, a couple of girls he had his eye on, encouraged him and loved to help him practice in anyway they could. As he slowly took out his wand he gave it a long an slow stroke. They often kissed his wand to wish him luck in his spell casting or even blow some of the dust off. Harry thought that his wand might seemed a little bit limp and lifeless so thought that he might practice some of his best spells with it, he loved practicing magic with his wand. Harry started to shake his wand, casting simple spells with it, he did it under the desk so professor snape wouldn't see him and put a curse on his wand. As Harry continued casting spells he scrunched his nose up in concentration. Harry thought that casting spells with his wand was not quite like any other pleasure he had ever experienced. Sparks started flying out of the end of Harrys wand and he let out a yelp of pleasure as his wand seemed to be coming back to its normal full of life self.