I own nothing except my oc
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It was dusk in Hogsmeade when a loud crack resonated through the highstreet and Robert Peverell appeared out of thin air and began a brisk walk towards the Three Broomsticks, which was still loud and noisy despite the late hour, to book a room for the night. As he entered the pub the scent of butterbeer and warm food filled his nostrils making his stomach ache with longing.
"Rosmerta it has only been 3 year since I was last here and it's gone so far downhill" he said in a jovial manner as he approached the bar "but in all seriousness a butterbeer would be most appreciated."
"Well bless my soul, Robert it's been years or should I say lord Peverell now, I was sorry to hear about your father, so what brings you back to my pub then?" said madam Rosmerta whilst handing him a butterbeer.
"My fathers death gave me a lot to do and a lot to think about even though most of the paperwork is being handled by gringotts. I have decided to cut my travels short and take on some responsibility for once. I thought I would start with a few matters I must attend to myself at the school I was heading there now but wanted to get a drink first." Robert responded, paying for the drink then leaving as Rosmerta rushed over to a table with a group of rowdy looking warlocks.
Robert made his way up to the school taking in the familiar scenery as he made his way to the entrance hall and all the way up to the headmasters office -there really should be a way to knock- Robert thought to himself as he stood at the entrance to Dumbledore's office he was about to ask one of the paintings to fetch the headmaster when Dumbledore himself came into sight and brought him into the office Robert sat down in the chair opposite Dumbledore.
"It is good to see you again Headmaster" Robert began but was quickly cut off
"Please Robert you are an adult now call me Albus" Dumbledore reprimanded quickly before carrying on "I'm sure that you travels have been enlightening to say the least"
"I'm touched that you kept taps, and I think you would of been quite proud of the streak of Gryffindor reckless or as you like to call it courage by charging head first at a Nundu"
"Yet came out of it unscathed I see a feet not even I could guarantee very impressive from you, but it does make me wander you wanted to apply for a job hear and not a high level ministry position"
"Quite possibly for the same reason you did s- Albus the joy of teaching"
"Well I'm scarce for choice it is you or a man who appears to be afraid of his own shadow Quirrell shall continue to teach muggle studies for the time being may I ask what do you plan to do with the students in class" Dumbledore asked
"Well in the first term I will teach them about which ever dark creatures fit there age range in term two it will be offensive and defensive spells then the third term will be split into identifying and disenchanting dark artefacts and duelling but with space for exam revision"
Robert took a deep breath and visibly braced himself
"Then there is my second reason for coming here today I was looking over my inheritance from when my father died and saw that there was a wand the belongs to my family it came with a drawing and I knew I recognised it"
The twinkle behind Dumbledore's eyes died at this and a look of sadness crossed his face
"The elder wand belongs to me" Robert said trying to keep the waver out of his voice.
Robert Peverell was an immensely powerful wizard who had been compared to Merlin himself at only the age of 19 but.
He was not as powerful Albus Dumbledore, and he was certainly not as powerful as Albus Dumbledore with the elder wand. So trying to take the most powerful wand in history from Dumbledore scared Robert more then he would ever admit. Though he knew if he wanted to live a long time he would have to keep quiet about this entire conversation.
"It's the right of my family through divine law, I checked with the goblins, I'm afraid professor that if you don't hand it over to me you will forfeit your magic. Give me the elder wand" Robert said mustering up all of the authority he could. His voice came out sounding weak and feeble he was sure Dumbledore was going to yell at him refuse to give him the wand or the job but when Dumbledore spoke his voice was calm and sad
"And I can not change your mind in this, you would be happier and safer without it"
Robert was so stunned and shocked he hesitated for a second before speaking"No my father searched for that wand all his life and for the last three years he let me search with him and he said more words to me in the first day we went travelling then he had for seventeen years where I did nothing but try and make him proud of me and nothing worked not prefect, not the straight outstandings, not even being head boy, but this is my chance he might not be around to see it but I know that reclaiming the elder wand would make him proud" Robert ranted barely keeping his emotions in check
"As you are decided and I do quite enjoy having my magic I guess I have no other choice" Dumbledore said handing over the elder wand
From the moment the wood touched his skin he felt its effect, it's power it was like lightning was coursing through his entire body, tiny forks of light and power running through his blood and his muscles felt hot and strong.
"Now that is out of the way there is something I must ask of you this year"
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