The Wand Waver
By MJM*Mudblood
(A/N : I do not own Harry Potter, any of it's names, places or themes. If I did I'd be rich and famous)
Three
The thoughts bounced slowly round in his head and suddenly the Wand Waver realised he was unable to get rid of them. All sorts of events fluttered through his head and just like the smoke in the air they lingered. Thoughts of going to school, fighting battles and his love. Oh his love. That was a raw subject and at that point the Wand Waver stood up.
He walked slowly to the door a checked it was locked. He knew it was locked. But it was something to do. And then he returned to his chair. None of the thoughts had left him. None at all. Instead they had become more magnified and the Wand Waver could suddenly remember every taste, every smell.
It was late. But he did not fall asleep. He wouldn't dare. Not now that he was so close. The Order were counting on him. Months, no years, of planning had gone into this one night and now it would all pay off. Now Voldemort would die.
By MJM*Mudblood
(A/N : I do not own Harry Potter, any of it's names, places or themes. If I did I'd be rich and famous)
Three
The thoughts bounced slowly round in his head and suddenly the Wand Waver realised he was unable to get rid of them. All sorts of events fluttered through his head and just like the smoke in the air they lingered. Thoughts of going to school, fighting battles and his love. Oh his love. That was a raw subject and at that point the Wand Waver stood up.
He walked slowly to the door a checked it was locked. He knew it was locked. But it was something to do. And then he returned to his chair. None of the thoughts had left him. None at all. Instead they had become more magnified and the Wand Waver could suddenly remember every taste, every smell.
It was late. But he did not fall asleep. He wouldn't dare. Not now that he was so close. The Order were counting on him. Months, no years, of planning had gone into this one night and now it would all pay off. Now Voldemort would die.