On the front of the package read: To Harry James Potter
Harry opened the package and saw a box like one of the millions in Mr. Ollivanders store with wands inside. Harry opened the box and saw his old wand. He picked it up and looked at it. It was no longer broken. It fact it looked polished and just like it had the first time Harry held the wand in his hand. There were no more scratch marks or dents or anything to show the wand had been in turmoil.
There was a card in the box and Harry picked it up and read it out loud. "Dear Mr. Potter, thereafter you let my shop I noticed a group of very familiar looking pieces of wood and I imagine that that was what was the outcome of the wand you received 7 years ago. I found that it was not damaged that badly although it would not have been able to be fixed with simple magic, I put the wand back together. I hope you enjoy both of your wands as mush as they enjoy you as their owner. Yours Truly, Mr. Ollivanders."
"Oh yeah! I forgot I left it in the store." Said Draco. Then Draco gave a shrug "Now you've got yourself two wands."
"Yes, two very powerful wands." Said Harry looking at his 'oh so' familiar wand. He thought he would never be able to hold it again.
"What do you mean? Your old wand was just any other wand right?" asked Draco calmly.
Harry had to tell him. It was not like he was going to tell the Daily Prophet about it or anything.
"Actually, when I received this wand I was told something very special. This wand," said Harry holding up his old wand "is an eleven inch, holly, phoenix feather."
Draco nodded when Harry looked at him and Harry continued, "Well, the phoenix that gave the feather to this wand gave only one other feather to another wand."
Draco nodded again not liking the pauses in between the explanation at all. That meant that this must be really important.
"Well, basically the brother wand to this one is Voldemort's wand because the other feather was in the wand that gave me my scar."
Draco's eyes flew open wide. "You mean to tell me that basically the two most powerful wands in the wizarding world that exists chose you? Chose MY Harry Potter?"
Harry blushed at the face that Draco claimed Harry his but nodded.
"Wow, pretty impressive Potter. If I do say so myself."
Draco leant over and kissed Harry on the cheek.
Ron turned a shade of green and covered his mouth. Hermione was smiling brightly as ever with a dazed look in her eyes.
"Anyways," said Harry looking at the clock "We should be heading off to bed. I start Auror training tomorrow and I'm pretty sure you all have a busy day as well."
Hermione nodded and stood up followed closely by Ron.
Harry put his new wand back in the chest and took hold of his old wand. Harry wasn't a materialistic person because he never really had anything to begine with. He cared for things that meant much to him. His wand was so much to him, it saved him countless amount of times. It has helped him in so many ways. He couldn't let that go because he got a new wand but he was most likely going to have to train with both of them. If the occasion came up that he had to use the new wand he wanted to be prepared and trust the wand.
Harry turned around and noticed Draco standing there waiting for him.
"Hurry up Harry."
Harry smiled and left the room with Draco.
They stopped outside of Draco's room and Draco took hold of Harry's waist. Pressing the two bodies together, Draco took Harry's lips with his own. It didn't take long for Harry to part his lips and let Draco into his mouth. Their tongues caressed each other for a while and Harry parted the kiss.
"Good Night Draco."
Draco smiled and Harry thought that if Draco had smiled throughout their study at Hogwarts, there would have been no way he could resist not taking Draco anywhere in the school and snogging him silly. "Good Night Harry." And Draco stepped into his room.
What Harry had in store for Draco would have to wait. Harry had something special for Draco. He had kept it since the first time he realized his feelings for Draco since that day in the Great Hall.
The next morning Harry woke up and took a shower. He put on a set of dark blue robes, picked up his 2 wands and left his room.
Harry made his way to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast but instead, breakfast was already made for him. "Uh, thanks Winkby. You didn't need to."
Winkby came out of a corner and said, "Master told Winkby that you and the other two will be my master from now on. It is expected of Winkby and Winkby will not disobey his masters."
"Um, Winkby, I know that you probably don't like me but its okay. I understand and I'm not going to punish you for it."
Winkby looked at Harry for a while and shook her head. "No, no. Winkby is just very surprised to be of assistance to Harry Potter. As a former house elf, Dobby, has always looked very highly of Mr. Potter. And young Malfoy has always spoke very highly of you as well."
Harry smiled "Oh yes, I remember Dobby."
Winkby smiled at Harry and left.
"Good Morning Harry." Greeted Ron as he entered the kitchen and taking a seat in front of some breakfast.
"Hope you slept well."
"Oh yes Harry. Its not like anyone else has slept in the bed, everything in your house is new."
Harry smiled at Ron, glad that Ron didn't mind his design for the house. Actually Harry was quite proud of the outcome of his house himself.
As he started his breakfast Hermione entered the kitchen with a yawn and sat down in the seat next to Ron. "Morning!"
Ron looked up at her in recognition of her and Harry smiled.
"So Harry, you going with me for the training?" asked Hermione
Harry nodded.
"Hey Draco, what are you going to do with your day?" shouted Hermione as he was walking down the stairs.
"I'm going to do some work with the Order."
No one ever really said 'Grimmauld Place' in front of Harry. It brought back way too much memory for him and they knew it. Harry had mourned over Sirius's death for a long time but it never really helped. It was as if all his life he had only ever wanted a parent and when he got it, it was taken away from him. Another confirmation of fate playing with Harry, giving him a sense of hope then stripping it away from him once again.
Hermione had told Draco about Sirius. Snape being very close with Draco had revealed a few times during his 3rd year that Snape greatly disliked Sirius Black. For a while Draco disliked Sirius Black as well because if the rumours held true, he was out to kill Harry Potter or to hand Harry over to Voldemort but after Hermione had told Draco the truth about Sirius and how attached Harry was to his godfather Draco understood. And when Hermione told Draco about what happened to Sirius in Harry's 5th year it made Draco want to hurt as well. How could the world be so cruel to Harry? Taking away everything Harry held dear. Harry didn't deserve this. Harry deserved better. Harry deserved to be loved.
Harry opened the package and saw a box like one of the millions in Mr. Ollivanders store with wands inside. Harry opened the box and saw his old wand. He picked it up and looked at it. It was no longer broken. It fact it looked polished and just like it had the first time Harry held the wand in his hand. There were no more scratch marks or dents or anything to show the wand had been in turmoil.
There was a card in the box and Harry picked it up and read it out loud. "Dear Mr. Potter, thereafter you let my shop I noticed a group of very familiar looking pieces of wood and I imagine that that was what was the outcome of the wand you received 7 years ago. I found that it was not damaged that badly although it would not have been able to be fixed with simple magic, I put the wand back together. I hope you enjoy both of your wands as mush as they enjoy you as their owner. Yours Truly, Mr. Ollivanders."
"Oh yeah! I forgot I left it in the store." Said Draco. Then Draco gave a shrug "Now you've got yourself two wands."
"Yes, two very powerful wands." Said Harry looking at his 'oh so' familiar wand. He thought he would never be able to hold it again.
"What do you mean? Your old wand was just any other wand right?" asked Draco calmly.
Harry had to tell him. It was not like he was going to tell the Daily Prophet about it or anything.
"Actually, when I received this wand I was told something very special. This wand," said Harry holding up his old wand "is an eleven inch, holly, phoenix feather."
Draco nodded when Harry looked at him and Harry continued, "Well, the phoenix that gave the feather to this wand gave only one other feather to another wand."
Draco nodded again not liking the pauses in between the explanation at all. That meant that this must be really important.
"Well, basically the brother wand to this one is Voldemort's wand because the other feather was in the wand that gave me my scar."
Draco's eyes flew open wide. "You mean to tell me that basically the two most powerful wands in the wizarding world that exists chose you? Chose MY Harry Potter?"
Harry blushed at the face that Draco claimed Harry his but nodded.
"Wow, pretty impressive Potter. If I do say so myself."
Draco leant over and kissed Harry on the cheek.
Ron turned a shade of green and covered his mouth. Hermione was smiling brightly as ever with a dazed look in her eyes.
"Anyways," said Harry looking at the clock "We should be heading off to bed. I start Auror training tomorrow and I'm pretty sure you all have a busy day as well."
Hermione nodded and stood up followed closely by Ron.
Harry put his new wand back in the chest and took hold of his old wand. Harry wasn't a materialistic person because he never really had anything to begine with. He cared for things that meant much to him. His wand was so much to him, it saved him countless amount of times. It has helped him in so many ways. He couldn't let that go because he got a new wand but he was most likely going to have to train with both of them. If the occasion came up that he had to use the new wand he wanted to be prepared and trust the wand.
Harry turned around and noticed Draco standing there waiting for him.
"Hurry up Harry."
Harry smiled and left the room with Draco.
They stopped outside of Draco's room and Draco took hold of Harry's waist. Pressing the two bodies together, Draco took Harry's lips with his own. It didn't take long for Harry to part his lips and let Draco into his mouth. Their tongues caressed each other for a while and Harry parted the kiss.
"Good Night Draco."
Draco smiled and Harry thought that if Draco had smiled throughout their study at Hogwarts, there would have been no way he could resist not taking Draco anywhere in the school and snogging him silly. "Good Night Harry." And Draco stepped into his room.
What Harry had in store for Draco would have to wait. Harry had something special for Draco. He had kept it since the first time he realized his feelings for Draco since that day in the Great Hall.
The next morning Harry woke up and took a shower. He put on a set of dark blue robes, picked up his 2 wands and left his room.
Harry made his way to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast but instead, breakfast was already made for him. "Uh, thanks Winkby. You didn't need to."
Winkby came out of a corner and said, "Master told Winkby that you and the other two will be my master from now on. It is expected of Winkby and Winkby will not disobey his masters."
"Um, Winkby, I know that you probably don't like me but its okay. I understand and I'm not going to punish you for it."
Winkby looked at Harry for a while and shook her head. "No, no. Winkby is just very surprised to be of assistance to Harry Potter. As a former house elf, Dobby, has always looked very highly of Mr. Potter. And young Malfoy has always spoke very highly of you as well."
Harry smiled "Oh yes, I remember Dobby."
Winkby smiled at Harry and left.
"Good Morning Harry." Greeted Ron as he entered the kitchen and taking a seat in front of some breakfast.
"Hope you slept well."
"Oh yes Harry. Its not like anyone else has slept in the bed, everything in your house is new."
Harry smiled at Ron, glad that Ron didn't mind his design for the house. Actually Harry was quite proud of the outcome of his house himself.
As he started his breakfast Hermione entered the kitchen with a yawn and sat down in the seat next to Ron. "Morning!"
Ron looked up at her in recognition of her and Harry smiled.
"So Harry, you going with me for the training?" asked Hermione
Harry nodded.
"Hey Draco, what are you going to do with your day?" shouted Hermione as he was walking down the stairs.
"I'm going to do some work with the Order."
No one ever really said 'Grimmauld Place' in front of Harry. It brought back way too much memory for him and they knew it. Harry had mourned over Sirius's death for a long time but it never really helped. It was as if all his life he had only ever wanted a parent and when he got it, it was taken away from him. Another confirmation of fate playing with Harry, giving him a sense of hope then stripping it away from him once again.
Hermione had told Draco about Sirius. Snape being very close with Draco had revealed a few times during his 3rd year that Snape greatly disliked Sirius Black. For a while Draco disliked Sirius Black as well because if the rumours held true, he was out to kill Harry Potter or to hand Harry over to Voldemort but after Hermione had told Draco the truth about Sirius and how attached Harry was to his godfather Draco understood. And when Hermione told Draco about what happened to Sirius in Harry's 5th year it made Draco want to hurt as well. How could the world be so cruel to Harry? Taking away everything Harry held dear. Harry didn't deserve this. Harry deserved better. Harry deserved to be loved.