The First Treasure
Power is sometimes everything. It can be potent, it can be dangerous, it can be awe-inspiring. But the user commands the power, and a weak user is not powerful, even if they have all the power in the world.
Those few moments of happiness watching her had been the best so far, in Tom's whole life. He had never seen such beautiful wand movements or such extraordinary results. With a twirl of her wand, she could make all the birds in a ten meter radius freeze and fall into her hand, making them become her very own army. With a swift slash and exhilarated laugh, she could make anyone believe anything she wanted them to. If she wanted, and she did, she could kill in the blink of an eye and no one would ever know… or care.
Several times, she would cackle loudly as the wind twirling around her blew up the dead leaves on the ground to swirl around her and afterwards, leaving behind multiple cuts crisscrossing her body.
Sometimes, you might have seen a glint of madness in her eyes as she hissed curses and spun around and around.
The woman whipped her wand and a fire appeared in the middle of the air. A stab at it and a jet of grimly giggling water sprayed the clearing, drenching everything in sight. A roar of wind directed by her magic then rushed up from the ground, banishing all remains of the water into the air.
Once, the woman summoned a snake from nowhere. It hissed at her, a look of clear adoration on its scaly face. The woman smiled for the first time, not a mad grin, but an adoring smile. She hissed back at the snake and the two continued in a dance of magic. They were a seamless team and these two worked together; they destroyed, remade and changed the clearing of the forest. Again and again, the woman and the snake did what they did best.
Tom watched her every movement from behind a tree, forcing himself to be invisible, unknowingly casting a Disillusionment Charm on himself. He watched the women with excited shivers, infatuated with the display.
Oh, what I would be able to do with such power, he thought to himself from his place behind the tree.
The unknown woman was completely immersed in her own dance. Tom thought she would continue all night long. Unnoticed to Tom and the unknowing performer, a whole night had passed. But as soon as the glow of the sun peeked out, the lady disappeared with a crack. And that was the end.
Treasure number one was found and kept in the bottom of a stone heart for a long time.
Power is always an inspiration; it destroys, it creates, it changes. But it is the beholder of such power who allows it to run free.
Illustratamus vitas noster. Poder est omnus.
A poem is used to express feelings.
I'm just saying that I don't own Harry Potter.
But I certainly would like one of those patent things...
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"We illustrate our lives. Power is all (everything)."
P.S. Uploaded first at HPFF under penname Ang3l1c Flow3r5. Has been rewritten. Thank you for taking the time to read what I wrote with a pen.