Everything Changes

by T.K. Yuy

Chapter 3- Wands Of A Feather…

Severus fell onto the couch as he backed up, eyes wide. There was a look of satisfaction on Harry's face as he walked to Ormand, using Voldemort's wand to lift his chin. The Dragon King growled, and was promptly smacked across the face for it. The Potions master was on his feet in less than a second, and as his angry black eyes met the green fire of Harry's, he knew this was a mistake.

"You didn't think I had them both, did you, Ormand? Not even Dumbledore knows that it repaired itself, and found me. Followed its master's blood, I suppose."

"Potter, this is madness! That should've passed long ago."

"His blood Severus, was half mine, and by ingesting his still beating heart, magic and all, I made us identical. Fortunately, being a dragon makes me immune to dark magic, and as an Heir, I'm immune to all magic."

Severus' eyes narrowed dangerously, and Ormand glanced up at him, eyes pleading for him to stay quiet. Of course, being as angry as he was, the former Death Eater ignored it.

"I know you don't need one to direct your magic, so casting spells and what have you isn't an appropriate answer. All the professors know this, so what, may I ask is the point of keeping both wands?"

"My dear Professor Snape, I would think my reasons are quite obvious."

He motioned for Ormand to get up off the floor, and put both wands away before heading to the kitchen. Snape was about to follow when Ormand grabbed his arm.

"One wand like that cannot exist without its twin, thus they cannot be destroyed separately. Unfortunately, I have yet to see a way one can completely destroy a Phoenix."

"That tells me why he has both, but not why he insists on using his."

"Severus, do you really think the Wizarding world is ready to accept the fact that their 'boy-who-lived' is much more than just the Heir of Gryffindor? Are you ready to accept that fact, and hear what he truly is?"
"I suppose I have no choice, do I?"

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Dumbledore was pale, his hands shaking as he held his tea service. Liona pushed a lock of blonde-crimson hair out of her face with a sigh. Fawkes had long since disappeared, already quite aware of what was going to be said.

"There," Dumbledore started, putting his tea down, "has never been an Heir born of him, not in all of recorded magical history, has there?"
"No. Albus, the Council of Change has never asked for the Order's help in matters that are our own, but I feel we must do so now. Surely you understand?"
"Yes, yes, of course. I will call for a meeting over the Yule break, if that is all right with the Council? I fear that the students would not understand this particular assembly."

"I'll run it by the others, but I don't think it'll be a problem. Would you like to tell him, or should I?"

"No, no, I'll tell him. I'm afraid I will have to see his powers for myself. Tell me, why has he not brought the Flame into play?"

"He knows the world is not yet ready for him to disappear. I doubt that even your Hermione Granger would've heard of what's bound to happen when he completes Mr. Malfoy's change."

"I would not put it past her, but yes, I will have to agree. Not many of the Order would know of the Hall of Kings.

~TBC~

Yeah, short, I know, but this was a real pain. In the back of my mind, Akuma (my muse) is screaming at me to tell you all what Harry is, and what the hell is going on, but when I go to write it, I'm not ready yet. So, to quote Sparks: you'll find out… eventually.