Charlie Weasley sat up in his bed, breating heavily. His hand felt like it was gone, although he could clearly see it in front of him. A black shape stared forming on his hand as short bursts of wind went through his hand and hit his face. When the air went back to its normal stillness, the figure stopped moving and a black h-shape was left on his hand.
Shaking, he quickly grasped his wand and nearly screamed when a huge gust of wind formed suddenly, and went right through his wand, leaving tiny chips of wood and dust in his hand.
Justin Finch-Fletchley sat up in his bed, gasping for air. His hand felt wet, slimy, and smashed Slowly, he looked at the backside of his hand to see the same shape.
He grasped for his wand, feeling the smooth feel of the wood before it began to mutate in his hand. He dropped it quickly and watched in awed horror as a phoenix, a small tree, and a baby dragon sat where the wand once was.
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Hope you liked it. Sorry for the wait. More later.
Note (1-21-06) Sorry. I will have another chapter up as soon as I have internet again. I do have chapters 3-8 written, as well as a basic outline from the remander of the fic. It will be followed by 3 or 4 sequels I've been writing out, so it's a long work.
Kyla