Harry remembered walking over to a chair in his room and sitting down. Then the pain started. A burning pain that tore through his scar and made him feel his head was going to explode. Seeing Hermione had started to trigger memories. He felt as though he was going to pass out, then he started to experience new visions. He felt as though he was reliving parts of his life.

He felt a mist envelope him. The mist cleared and he recognised that he was at Shell Cottage. He had just buried Dobby. He had escaped from Malfoy Manor and the group of them were trying to sort out what to do next in their efforts to destroy the Horcruxes. As he was walking into the cottage, he felt a searing pain in his head. He saw with his eyes that Voldemort was heading to Dumbledore's tomb. Riddle was retrieving the Elder Wand. Voldemort was laughing with excitement at finding the most powerful wand in the world. Harry shook off the vision and he realised that he needed to act and act soon. There had to be a way to deal with this. Immediately he went up to the room where Olivander was staying. He burst into the room.

"Mr. Olivander! I need to understand something about wands," he panted as he was out of breath from running up the stairs. Hermione and Ron had followed him up the stairs as they were worried about why he had run off so fast.

"Bloody hell mate," yelled Ron. "Is someone dying up here?"

"Stuff it Ron," snapped Harry. He looked at Mr. Olivander whose face just showed surprise at the scene unfolding in front of him. "Sir, about wands, they have an owner, a master, is that not right?"

Hermione interrupted, "A wand is wand Harry," she said with a sigh. "I've told you before, that some wands respond better to a witch or wizard based on their own natural strengths."

Harry turned to Hermione, "I know that there is more to it than that." He then faced Mr. Olivander again, "There is more to it than that, isn't there?"

Olivander took a moment to gather his wits after staring open mouthed at the three young people who had just barged into his room, he began to answer Harry slowly. "It is true that a wand chooses its owner. However, the allegiance of a wand to an owner can change."

"What causes a wand to change allegiance?" he asked quickly. "Is it due to a duel? A wizard's duel?"

"That would be a common way," mused the older man. "Although not just any duel will result in the loss of a wand. Competitions are usually not enough to cause a wand to change allegiance. But in a battle, if a wizard is defeated, the wand he or she had been wielding could change allegiance to the winner of that duel."

"Is that the way with the Elder Wand?" he asked.

"The Elder Wand?" Mr. Olivander laughed dismissively. "That is a wand of myth and legend. It is a thing of children's fairy tales. There is no such thing."

Harry's glare tore through the old man's facade. "You don't believe that for a minute. I am sure that you believe there is an all powerful wand, the Elder Wand. You even had an idea where it might be, who had it. I believe that you had secretly hoped to find it."

Olivander sighed. After a deep exhale he looked at Harry, understanding the passion which was driving the young man, he finally responded. "All wand makers know the legend of the Elder Wand and the Deathly Hallows. Many consider it mere myth. But to those of us who have a deeper understanding of wands and wand-lore believe that the Elder Wand exists, or at least it used to exist. There have been no reports of such a wand in decades. As to the rest of the Deathly Hallows, no one really believes they exist."

Harry slowly reached into the bag that Hermione had with her. He withdrew the cloak, his invisibility cloak and showed it to Mr. Olivander. The wand maker raised an eyebrow at the sight of the item. Then Harry pulled out the snitch he captured in his first Quidditch match. "I know that I cannot prove it to you now, but I am convinced that the Resurrection Stone is hidden inside of this snitch."

Olivander looked at the snitch, then at the cloak and then back at Harry. He simply replied, "I see."

"So now, Mr. Olivander, I need to ask you about a wand, possibly the Elder Wand," continued Harry. "If someone was wielding the wand and then they were disarmed by a spell, would the one who disarmed him control the wand?"

"Possibly," mused the white haired man, still in awe of what the young Harry Potter had just shown to him, "As I said before, it would depend on the circumstances of the disarming."

"But if the now unarmed wizard were killed by a different wizard, a third person, who would control the wand now?" Harry's excitement was starting to grow.

"If the one who had disarmed the wizard had obtained control of it, then the one who killed the first man gains nothing," he said simply. He looked at Harry with increased confusion on his face.

"If someone else defeated or disarmed the owner of the wand, even if they did not have the wand in their possession, would the victor now control that want too?" he asked, hoping that he had not lost Mr. Olivander with his convoluted story.

"I think I can see what you are getting at, young man. The victor would possibly control all of the wands that were in the possession of the one whom he had defeated," said the wand maker.

"Could you tell me about this wand?" asked Harry, as he offered the wand which he had taken from Draco Malfoy earlier.

Olivander reached out and grasped the wand lightly. He inspected it closely, using both hands and even waving it slightly in the air. To no one in particular he commented, "ten inches precisely, hawthorn wood, with a unicorn hair core, it is reasonably springy…" His voice trailed off and then he looked up at Harry. "This wand used to belong to Draco Malfoy, I believe."

"What do you mean used to?" questioned Hermione. "Isn't it still Draco's? Harry just took it from him to stop him from hexing us."

Olivander looked at her and sighed at her ignorance. "This wand has changed its allegiance. It is no longer Draco's wand." He handed it back to Harry as he added, "I supposed that this has something to do with the Elder Wand? Never mind, but it seems from the look on your face that I have answered your questions to your satisfaction."

"Yes, sir, thank you sir," said Harry, and then he turned and left the room abruptly and headed outside the cottage again. Hermione and Ron ran after him.

"What the bloody hell was that all about, mate?" exclaimed Ron.

"It all makes sense, I know how I can defeat him now," said Harry, the excitement evident in his eyes.

"What to you mean, Harry?" asked a confused Hermione. "We still have to find the rest of the Horcruxes. We have no idea where to find the last two."

Harry grabbed her by her shoulders. "Don't you see? The other Horcruxes don't matter if I have the Elder Wand!" Harry was nearly jumping up and down with his excitement. "I can end this war with the Wand of Destiny. With that wand I can defeat Riddle and all of his Horcruxes. I will have the Deathly Hallows, I will be the master of death!"

Hermione pushed Harry away from her. "I'm worried about you Harry, I've never seen you like this before."

"Except for when he took the liquid luck," stated Ron.

"Shut up Ron!" Hermione chastised him and then turned back to Harry. "It doesn't make any sense, besides, how are you going to get the Elder Wand, Harry?"

"I'm just going to take it back from Riddle," he said simply. "Then I can use it to destroy him and all of the Horcruxes."

Ron turned back to Hermione, "He's completely nutters, he is."

"I can see that for my self," she snapped at Ron. "Harry, this is getting ridiculous, you're scaring me here."

"It's OK, Hermione, I know I can do this," he said quietly. He leaned forward and gave her a slight kiss on the forehead and then he apparated away.

Harry felt a mist clearing around him. He was now at the edge of the lake at Hogwarts. He was now facing Voldemort and they were next to Dumbledore's tomb. Riddle was clearly shocked to see Harry appear in front of him.

"I knew you would come to me boy," he hissed, "but this is unexpected." Voldemort looked Harry in the eye and then lifted the wand he had just torn from Dumbledore's tomb and pointed it at his rival. "However, I can finish my plans now."

Harry merely held up his left hand and quietly said, "Accio Elder Wand." The wand was ripped from Voldemort's hand as he stared in shock at what had just happened.

Voldemort screamed in rage at this sudden turn of events. Harry raised the wand after he transferred it to his right hand, pointed it at Tom Riddle and shouted "Avada Kedavra!"

The green light shot from the wand and hit Voldemort squarely in his chest. There was a thunderous crash. The green light then spread out in several beams. One beam shot to Voldemort's right and hit his snake, Nagini. A second beam shot out form Voldemort and towards Hogwarts Castle. A third beam shot out into the sky, Harry had no idea where that one was heading. A fourth beam shot back at Harry and hit him on the head, burning into his scar. Harry collapsed in pain onto the ground.

A mist shrouded his memories and Harry found himself waking up sitting on the chair in his bedroom. Harry blinked his eyes, slightly confused and he looked at Hermione who was kneeling in front of him, appearing to be checking his pulse. "It worked," he whispers to her.

Hermione scrunched her eyes in confusion. "What worked, My Lord?" she asked.

"The Elder Wand," he said simply. "I defeated Riddle with it. And it destroyed all of the Horcruxes at once." The young woman on her knees in front of him continued to look puzzled. He felt his forearm and he noted he had a wand holster there. He pulled back his sleeve and saw that he had the Elder Wand strapped to his right forearm. Hermione cringed in fear upon seeing the wand.