"The master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy!"
I will admit, however only to myself, that when Harry Potter spoke these words to me, I was caught in a momentary wave of deep dismay. How could I have overlooked such details? I? Lord Voldemort who's genius could not be rivaled by the Dark Lord Merlin, himself.
Potter no longer needed to continue his extensive monologue of who owned what wand. I had filled in the rest within an instant of his outburst. But, oh; how fate favors the cunning.
Well…perhaps it wasn't fate…or cunning, so much as my sudden bout of luck within the past year. Albeit; such would never have come to fruition without careful planning and making the likelihood of said luck even halfway plausible.
But I will say it again. No mater how much Felis Felicis was running through that boys veins, even if the Deathstick was loyal to the wielder of Draco Malfoy's wand; I had one final trump card up my sleeve.
"That is all very well and good Harry." I purred at him, suddenly feeling much, more calm. The confused expression on his bloodied face amused me so. "But you must have forgotten that night three years ago." I tried to resist, I truly did, but my lip curled into a smirk on its own. "Wormtail took your wand, yes. But I took his wand hand." We continued to circle, our wands raised, however mine was lifted only for expositions sake. The boy's face twisted more and more, his confusion spreading through his quaint little army like the pox. "Thus, your wand, became mine. But…and I learned this quite recently, my dear Harry…but you contained a bit of my soul; both a mistake on my part, and a key to my triumph. " I truly could not contain myself any longer. As Bellatrix began to squeal and cackle behind me, all but bouncing on the balls of her feet, my grin shone through. "That is why you're wand still worked for you, and why our wands refused to dispense a fatal blow to the other. however…when you allowed me to destroy that piece of myself, its loyalty left you." He opened his mouth as if to retort. "and it matters not if it was destroyed beforehand, mr. potter." I bowed my head mockingly. "from that moment, any wand within you're possession switched its loyalties to me."
Horror struck their faces, and I delivered the final blow.
"Goodbie," I laughed "Harry Potter!" I didn't even need to incant. My wand knew what it was to do. And in an explosion of green, a pair of bloodied, shattered specs flew into the air and fell to the stone courtyard floor with a clatter.
They are still there.
tell me that this does not make sense! how could jk rowling missed all these details in her own book? for shame!