Good evening everyone. I have another snippet from my vault. Many of these snippets I have are shorter than the previous one I posted. I'm fairly sure that the first was the most well developed. I will be getting rid of these tinier ones first, so I can get a feel for what people think of them. I'll be posting another short one in the afternoon.

The concept behind this snippet was simple. If you change yourself, your wand won't necessarily match you anymore. Becoming an Animagus is one thing that can lead to something like this.

I have absolutely no idea where I had been going with this one. I had a "plans" document with nothing written inside of it (LOL) so I don't exactly remember which bigger story this one was part of. I have an idea, but I'm not sure.

Either way, I think this concept has some potential and I may roll with it, whether in it's original story (provided I remember what that was) or in another story that I think of in the future.

Hope everyone enjoys!

"Good afternoon, headmaster." Harry greeted the old man sitting behind the mahogany desk, Daphne inclining her head in greeting as well.

Dumbledore looked up from the papers on his desk, a smile pulling on his lips as he saw the two students, "Ahh Ms. Greengrass, Mr. Potter! Come in! Come in! What can I do for the two of you?"

The two took seats at the front of his desk, Harry almost unconsciously changing his chair to have a more inclined back, "Well professor, me and Daphne have been having some..." He stopped, glancing surreptitiously at the girl next to him, "problems..." He said finally, deciding that there truly was nothing to be gained from hiding the fact.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at them, amused, "Are you now? A pity that does not inform me of what exactly you need help with. Perhaps a little more information will be needed."

Harry flushed a bit, so Daphne decided to speak of it herself, "As...embarrassing as it is, our spell-work seems to have gotten a tad...sloppy." Dumbledore's eyebrow went a tad higher, and he motioned for her to continue. She pursed her lips a little, obviously as embarrassed over it as Harry was, "It is as though the spells have decided to stop working for us. You know our records headmaster-" And indeed he did. The pair sitting in front of him were the most talented students of magic that he'd seen in near a century. "-and yet spells that we used to cast perfectly seem sluggish now."

"Yes," Harry spat, the frustration getting to him, "Along with adjusting the back of this chair, I had meant to provide myself with some cushions for more comfort as well. Obviously, it didn't work."

Daphne picked up again, "Our budding attempts at wandless magic continue to go well. That area we are not having trouble with. It is our classwork, our spells." She said, almost snarling. Faint lines of gold appeared on her skin, the only sign that she was far more frustrated than her outward calm would betray.

Dumbledore smiled, "Then you already recognize the problem, but you do not know why or how to fix it. It is why you are here." They nodded at him, "If your other magics are working fine, then that only leaves?"

"Our wands," they answered, in sync. Harry's appeared in his raised hand in a whirling dervish of magic, called from the pocket dimension he kept it in. Daphne's wand appeared in a melting of shadow, her red lacquered nails contrasting against the black, almost purple wood. They both placed their wands on his desk, as he silently applauded their feats of magic.

Dumbledore picked up Daphne's wand, turning it over, balancing it, sending tiny wisps of his own magic at it and searching for any reactions. Occasionally, he muttered to himself or glanced at Daphne. After a while, he put her wand down and took up Harry's, repeating the process. When he was finished, he placed Harry's wand back and looked at the two of them carefully. He finally started chuckling, startling the two, "Well, the answer I can give you is probably what you expected. Your wands are becoming incompatible with your magics. Soon enough, they may as well become blocks of ordinary wood in your hands."

Both students winced at the confirmation. Losing one's wand, something which stayed with them each day no matter what, was a blow no matter who you were. Harry spoke, sounding down, "Which leaves the 'why' to be answered, as well as what can be done to fix it."

Dumbledore sighed, "I am afraid, Harry, that nothing can be done to fix the situation. It is a natural occurrence, when one delves as deeply into magic as we three do. Let this serve as a warning-" Dumbledore said sternly, stressing the importance of what he was about to say to the both of them, "not to delve too far, too quick. You may not like the results."

Daphne suddenly gasped, the realization striking her, "How did you know professor? We were so sure that we had accomplished it secretly!" When she said that, it clicked for Harry as well, who did not get a chance to reply before Dumbledore cut them off with a laugh.

A deep belly laugh had erupted from their headmaster, startling them both. They'd never heard him actually laugh, though his small chuckles were heard often. Dumbledore had to wipe a small tear from his eye, his mirth getting to him, "Oh you were. You two were very careful. I doubt anyone else in the castle knows that we have two new animagi." His smile turned into a almost cocky grin, "However, being me has it's privileges."

Harry snorted at that, "Of course it does. Do you know what we are?"

"No, I can not tell that much from the tests I just did, merely what caused the wands to start rejecting you." Dumbledore replied. "However, I can say that Daphne's magic has a feeling of extreme cold. I'm not too sure what to make of your own." Harry smirked at that while Daphne scowled. "But now, as we come full circle, it still stands that you two have a problem."

"Indeed." Harry murmured as he held his wand loosely. It had been one of his constant companions for over three years. Losing it was a blow, and he could sense that Daphne felt the same. "It's a shame to lose these wands. They've served us very well." He spoke sadly.

"Losing a wand always is. You feel like you are leaving a piece of yourself behind." Dumbledore said, confirming to the two of them that he'd been through more than one as well.

Daphne huffed sadly, "So we'll have to get new ones. Do you think you can arrange trips to Diagon Alley, professor?"

Dumbledore smiled humorlessly, "I'm afraid it is not that simple." Causing both students to stiffen, "The ministry outlawed buying a second wand after Voldemort's rise." He was pleased that neither student had so much as batted an eyelash at the name. "After all, what good is Priori Incantatem if a suspect can merely use a second wand for all his nefarious deeds, and keep a clean one for polite society."

Harry growled angrily, "So we're stuck? Our wands are getting more incompatible by the day, as we meld with our animagus forms. We wont be able to continue using them!"

"No." Dumbledore shook his head, "You will not. I give them three more weeks before they become

totally unresponsive."

Daphne hissed, "And if we simply break them, to prove that we have no wands it would look suspicious. Both of us at the same time? If we just go, there will be an investigation, and doing our transformations secretly would be for nothing."

"Indeed. You two seem to be stuck between rocks and hard places." Dumbledore said mildly, "So Ollivander is out, because he would be required to inform the ministry or risk losing his license. The shops in Knockturn would not aid you in the least, with their inferior and trashy products."

"But we can't simply do nothing!" Harry almost exploded at his headmaster, only just reigning himself in, "It is beginning to show in our classwork, and that would be suspicious as well. The teachers will start to notice soon! We've never been any less than exemplary in their classes! Changing that would get some raised eyebrows as well!"

Dumbledore regarded them carefully, "I must once again stress to you, do not delve too deep too quickly. It will cause further problems like this! Magic is not static! Any event that is magically significant inside your body and soul will be reflected in your magic! Especially in magic that is still growing and maturing, like in a teenager! An animagus form is only one such occurrence."

He looked at them sternly for a few moments longer, before smiling, "I'm afraid that I can not help you. I have no talent with wand-crafting myself. However, a Hogsmeade weekend is coming up, and an old friend coming to visit me would not be out of the question."

They both blinked, before twin grins slowly rose on their faces.