Title: Year of Discovery

Chapter: (10) A Magical Wand

Author: Laen

Editor: Fallohe Leng

Summary: When given a chance to leave the Wizarding world once and for all, Harry takes it. But what happens when he ends up bumping into one of his closest friends from Hogwarts at his new school? Will he ever escape magic? Or Voldemort?

Disclaimer: Not mine; I'm merely a fifteen year old kid who loves to write crazy fanfics like this one. Don't sue, since I'm not a brilliant genius like J.K. Rowling.

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Harry struggled to get back into his room, he continued to run... and run... behind him, Hedwig flew after him, trying hard to keep up with him.

When he had finally reached his room, the first thing he did was summon the chest where the vile of potion was in. He unlocked it, took the potion out, and drank it in one gulp.

Gasping from tiredness and pain, he climbed into his room, shut the window, and fell back onto his bed in a dreamless sleep.

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Hermione took the copy of Hogwarts, a History Harry had given her, and placed it in her bookshelf, by the other hundreds of books she had. She was about to head to sleep, when she suddenly stepped on something.

She looked down, and realized it was Harry's wand. Picking it up, she checked it if was broken or not. To her disbelief, it was.

"Oh bloody hell!" Hermione swore, using one of the phrases Ron always said.

Harry wasn't going to be happy once he found out about that...

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"You left your wand in her room?" Kazu asked in shock as Harry nodded slowly.

"What are you? Stupid?"

Harry shrugged.

"Merlin's beard! Listen kid, there no way you can get another wand unless you go down to Diagon Alley... and there are way too many people in London looking for you—"

"What do I do now? My wandless magic does have a limit! I can't even summon things that are further then thirty feet away!" Harry cried out.

"Let me finish! You can't buy a wand without risking the chance of being discovered... but you can make one." Kazu explained as Harry's jaw fell.

"Make one?" Harry's voice came out in barely a whisper, and he looked like he was in shock.

"Yes! Make one! Mind you, it's damn hard—and the material you need for a proper wand are no where near this area—the only way you'd be able make one is... is..."

"Well?" Harry cut in.

"Well... you have to... how do I say this? The core you'll be using for the wand—it'll be magic."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"I kind of knew that already."

"No! That's not what I meant—usually a core of a wand is a phoenix feather, or unicorn hair—but for your wand, it'll just be magic."

Harry frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"It's like wandless magic, you find the magic within you... and you lead it all towards the palm of your hands—like this... watch." Kazu said as he closed his eyes, and held his right palm upwards.

After a few seconds, a bright light appeared, and slowly, the man began to change its size. Harry watched in disbelief as the older wizard continued to fool around with his magic. At last, the orb of light disappeared, and Kazu opened his eyes again.

"Understand?" he asked.

"Yes. Can I try?"

Kazu nodded.

Harry closed his eyes, and held his palm up, just like Kazu had showed him, and tried hard to form an orb of energy. After what seemed like minutes, Harry heard Kazu sigh.

"You're doing it wrong. You can't force it to appear, you have to use the magic within you—search within yourself." Kazu explained.

"It's like when you say the words lumos light just appears out of your wand, why is that? Magic... try that spell... see what happens."

Harry did as he was told, and soon, a very small orb of light appeared onto his hand. The warm, tickling sensation caused him to open his eyes slowly.

"Wow..." he whispered when he saw it.

"How can I be sure it's not just light?" he asked as he raised his left hand, and moved it towards the orb that floated in the palm of his right hand.

"Touch it, and you'll know."

Harry poked at it, and the moment he did, he felt a burst of power flow through him. He gasped when he felt it, and for a few seconds, the orb flickered slightly, as if threatening to go out.

"Bloody hell!"

Harry pulled his hand away in shock, and the orb disappeared completely.

"Not bad for a first try. Keep at it—I say you would be able to get a wand made by Christmas." Kazu said as Harry's eyes widened.

"Christmas? That's—that's months away!" Harry cried out.

"What's your point?" Kazu asked.

Harry sighed, and gave up on the argument.

"When will I realize I have enough um... magic in the palm of my hands to turn into a wand?"

"No idea." Kazu answered.

"What?"

"I've no idea at all. I've been trying to make one myself for the last few years—haven't been able to get it done yet."

"Few years? If it took you that long to even get to where you are, why do you say I'll be able to get one made by Christmas?" Harry questioned.

"I said Christmas, I didn't say which year. For all we know, it might be in ten years... but then, if you're lucky, and if you're really powerful... maybe five years." Kazu now had a smile on his face.

"You're joking right?" Harry asked.

The smile disappeared, and a serious expression replaced it.

"The last magical wand that was created known to existence was by Merlin, and it exploded when the wizard died. It may be hard to create, but it's bloody powerful. No wizard or witch other then the creature can use it. It works to your advantage, and the magic you can produce will end up a thousand times more powerful then usual." Kazu said as Harry sighed deeply.

"I understand," Harry whispered as he closed his eyes again, and made another attempt to collect his magic.