It was a clear morning in Diagon Alley, the kind of morning that always felt like it would last for ever. Everyone had just opened their shops and sweeping the decks, especially Mr.Olavander . He loved to keep his shop clean and made it look welcoming to the customers. This seemed to work when a group of 4th year kids came in. Mr.Olavander looked up and said:
"Hi, good morning, how may I help you?"
"Oh, hi Mr.Olavander, we just stopped by to ask you if the elder wand is still for display." said one of the students.
"It sure is!" replied Mr.Olavander as he led them to a clear table and took a wand out of a glass case and placed it in front of the kids on the table.
The kids "ohed" and "awed" looking at the wand.
"I can't believe that Harry Potter actually once owned this wand." whispered a student as he held the wand in his fingers.
"Yep." whispered Mr.Olavander studying the student curiously.
Suddenly there was a commotion outside the shop. People were running around and screaming. Mr.Olavander ran to the window and looked out.
"It's He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! Kids! Go out the back door! Now!" he roared.
Lord Voldemort was indeed outside, he was fighting a band of Aurers. When Mr.Olavander screemed, it caught his attention and Voldemort turned around and sent a killing curse towards his direction. Mr.Olavander ducked and the curse came through the window shattering it into pieces. Then there was a crash and the front door was knocked of its hitches. Mr.Olavander looked up and there stood Voldemort, his snake-like face shining with pleasure. He raised his wand and Mr.Olavander was blasted off his feet and sent flying backward, hitting the table on which the wand lay. Mr.Olavander noticed the wand lying on the floor beside him, shattered into pieces with the table.
He got up painfully and whispered:
"It's gone..It's no use, it broke,it's dead!"
Voldemort realized what happened and came rushing towards Mr.Olavander with his wand raised.
"NOO!!" he yelled as he sent another killing curse at Mr.Olavander. The spell hit Mr.Olavander squire in the face and Mr.Olavander was yet again lifted off his feet, and hung in the air for a few seconds, as if held up by an invisible wire, then fell to the floor with a loud thump.
"NOO!" roared Voldemort again as he raises his wand and swung it in a wiping motion. There was a loud bang and where Voldemort stood moments before there was now a small puff of black smoke.