Neb Storm: I don't own Harry Potter. Norman Schneider and the Wands of Tears is a fanfiction based off of this material. I hope you enjoy.

Norman walked through the sewers of London with his wand drawn at his side. His phoenix feather maple root twelve inch wand. He wore a long yellow scarf and rectangular glasses. He peered around the corner and then sighed in relief. "Guess they're not here," Norman figured as he lowered his wand. In that instance he was knocked back by a red light.

"Not very on guard are you Envy Cross," a woman giggle as she skipped down the sewer. Trixie Salt, the woman Norman was hunting came up on him.

"Salt," Norman growled under his breath and she pressed her lips on the side of his right cheek leaving a pink lipstick mark on his cheek.

"Why are you doing this?", Norman yelled. "What's the point in killing people and stealing their wands. You should have enough."

"Is enough enough though?", she wondered. "We've noticed some wands are more well behaved then others. Our first wands before we were sent to Azkaban were one hundred percent perfect. The Dragonheart String wand... eight five percent at best. I wonder how close your wand will be. She picked up his maple wand from the sewer waters and gave it a wave. The wall behind him crashed down and a larger rush of water came flooding past them. He swam up trying not to drown and she clung to a nearby latter. "What a shame, your wand hates me. Oh well, Fries once had an Albino Pheonix Feather wand once upon a time, maybe this wand will serve him just as well."

"Your not going to get away with this," Norman screamed. She pointed her heartstring wand at him and it flashed green.

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Norman woke up in a cold sweat. "It's happened again."

"W-what happened?", Zachary mumbled in his sleep. "No mom, I don't want to wear the pink tie, I want the red one."

Norman laid back in his bed contemplating the fact that he keeps having these strange dreams. The first one was of Tristen Snout's father being murdered by two of the escaped convicts. This next one was about a man named Envy Cross having to fight Trixie Salt. Why was he having these dreams? Was Wendi Cook's theory about it being their Mermaid Tear wands correct. Speaking of Wendi Cook, he remembered that she invaded his mind the first time he had this dream. He needed to avoid her at all costs, or else she'll do it again.

"Fine... I'll where the pink tie, but I want two slices of cake instead of one," Zachary continued to dream out loud.

"Shut up Williams," Reggie grumbled as he tossed his pillow at Zachary. Zachary woke up and fell out of his bed in a panic.

"W-what happened?" Zachary yelled.

The rest of the roommates all groaned.

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Walking down the hallway, Norman noticed Tristan Snout was sitting on a bench crying.

"What's wrong Tristan?", Norman wondered.

"My father... he was murdered. I'm an orphan."

"I'm sorry," Norman choked.

"I can't believe this," Tristan cried. "Why does these bad things keep happening to me? It's like I'm cursed!"

"Did the Ministry find out who did it?"

"They suspect one of four escaped Convicts to be the culprit. The Dark Wizards murdered my father and stole his wand."

"Is there any family you can turn to?", Norman wondered.

"No," Tristan sobbed. "My aunt might be still alive, but she's mad and unfit to raise kids."

"Tristan," Norman spoke up. "I'm also an Orphan. I'm on a list to receive new parents by the end of the school year... after all my father is behind bars. I'll ask my friend Randy Oswald to help you out."

"I-I don't want a new parent," Tristan grunted before storming off.

"Tristan," Norman called after him. "Tristan!"

"Legilimens," a familiar voice called out behind him.

Norman knew it was Wendi Cook, and he wound up falling back into his most recent vision of Envy Cross being murdered.

"Stop doing this," Norman yelled at Wendi who had taken the place of Trixie Salt.

"Stop whining and look for clues," she scoffed.

Norman held Envy Cross's foot long Phoenix Feather wand in his right hand. He held it up and begun chanting as he swiped his wand in the air. "Swipe wand three times and flick, gain the eyes of infinite." Norman's perception raised allowing him to see his shared dream clearer. The sewers had lit up and he saw marks on Trixie's wrists and neck from being bound in chains. He then looked to the right and saw a brick that was out of place. He walked over to it and pulled the brick out. Behind it was a map of london, a ring with a yellow stone, and a pair of sunglasses."

"I'm sorry," Wendi Cook spoke up. "Times up." She lifted her wand.

Norman's enhanced senses allowed him to hear the spell she was using unlike in his last dream.

"Avada Kadavra."

Norman fell out of his dream as he flew back in the hallway feeling like he was struck in the chest by something scorching hot. He grabbed his chest and checked under his shirt. There were no marks.

"Get up Schneider," Wendi Cook spoke up. She held out her hand, to which Norman reluctantly grabbed and was hoisted up off the ground. "It turns out your not totally useless. After all, your spell showed us what Mr. Cross was hiding from Trixie Salt. Something tells me the escaped convicts were in need of more then just new wands."

"It's not like we can go and retrieve those items," Norman spoke up. "They're all the way in London."

"True," she admitted. "I'll do some research in the library and see if there are any spells or items in Hogwarts we can use to collect those items without having to get a ride to London and back. Worse case scenario we use Floo Powder."

"I don't know what that is," Norman stated.

"God your stupid," Wendi sighed. "It's an instant transportation device that only works if you throw it in fire. However, if we used it to leave school property we'd probably be expelled. That's why I wish to research other methods first."

"Well I suppose you don't need me then," Norman pointed out as he turned around. "Now if you don't mind, I have to go after Tristan."

"Leave the blood traitor alone," Wendi scoffed. "Besides, I require your assistance. Whether you want to or not."