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 Hermione would be less annoying )
Four
The Wand Waver fell. He fell down hard and he scrapped his knee and elbow. He cried. Long and hard and then his farther arrived to calm him. He liked his farther not just because they were farther and son but because they were teacher and student. He sat on his knee and his farther spook calmly rubbing his head. His farther smelled of liquorish and sliced meat.
"Did I ever tell you the story of the greedy fish ?" His farther asked through his beard. The young boy shook his head. His farther paused to take a sip of wine before continuing. His son mimicked him with his pumpkin juice.
"There was once a great pond." His farther began. "A pond so big that the Merlin himself was said to have created it." The Little Wand Waver grinned. Merlin had been a great wizard. Why would he have dug a pond ? "And in this pond there sat three fish. A black fish, a gold fish and a white fish. The white fish could not swim. He was small and weak, but the gold fish pitied him. So every day when the fish were fed." The boy grinned again, Merlin feeding fish. "The gold fish and the black fish would swim to the top of the pond, get their share and the gold fish would share his food with the white one."
The Wand Waver's farther paused to take another sip. His son stared up at him. Eager to hear the rest.
"So it came to the end of the week. And Merlin's food supply was down. He was hungry, almost to the point of starving. Suddenly the fish in the pond looked very tasty. And do you know which fish he ate ?"
The young, soon to be Order member, shook his head.
"He ate the black fish, as he was the fattest. And what does that prove ?"
Again the young one shook his head.
"That the saying nice guys finish last isn't true at all."
By MJM*Mudblood
(A/N : I do not own Harry Potter, any of it's names, places or themes. If I did Hermione would be less annoying )
Four
The Wand Waver fell. He fell down hard and he scrapped his knee and elbow. He cried. Long and hard and then his farther arrived to calm him. He liked his farther not just because they were farther and son but because they were teacher and student. He sat on his knee and his farther spook calmly rubbing his head. His farther smelled of liquorish and sliced meat.
"Did I ever tell you the story of the greedy fish ?" His farther asked through his beard. The young boy shook his head. His farther paused to take a sip of wine before continuing. His son mimicked him with his pumpkin juice.
"There was once a great pond." His farther began. "A pond so big that the Merlin himself was said to have created it." The Little Wand Waver grinned. Merlin had been a great wizard. Why would he have dug a pond ? "And in this pond there sat three fish. A black fish, a gold fish and a white fish. The white fish could not swim. He was small and weak, but the gold fish pitied him. So every day when the fish were fed." The boy grinned again, Merlin feeding fish. "The gold fish and the black fish would swim to the top of the pond, get their share and the gold fish would share his food with the white one."
The Wand Waver's farther paused to take another sip. His son stared up at him. Eager to hear the rest.
"So it came to the end of the week. And Merlin's food supply was down. He was hungry, almost to the point of starving. Suddenly the fish in the pond looked very tasty. And do you know which fish he ate ?"
The young, soon to be Order member, shook his head.
"He ate the black fish, as he was the fattest. And what does that prove ?"
Again the young one shook his head.
"That the saying nice guys finish last isn't true at all."