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Chapter 9: Wands and the Alacritis Charm

The next morning's Herbology class was nothing particularly special. The class wasn't large by any means but it wasn't exceptionally small either being about one third of the sixth years. Professor Sprout had spent the entire class handing out the students' new kits for handling the more dangerous plants they would be using and learning about in the Newts class. The kits themselves contained a rather odd spade with a hook on the end of its handle, which professor Sprout said would be explained later when it would be used. Dragon hide gloves for obvious reasons. A face mask and goggles as some of the later plants would have some nasty spores and other airborne defense mechanisms. There were quite a bit of other obviously more specialized tools which she simply said would be used for specific lessons and so will be described in the individual lessons. Harry had found it hard to concentrate as she had spent nearly a half an hour describing how to put on the Goggles and another for the face mask, which is what took up most of the time. After that class all the students were anticipating what was going to happen next but glad to get out of there to something slightly more interesting.

Harry, Ron and Neville stepped off towards the Gryffindor Common room for their study period while Hermione went off to yet another class. How she was doing all this work was news to them. But they had never known how she pulled off all her studies while still having time to help them on theirs. Hermione, when it came right down to it, was a genius that was the only explanation any of them could come too.

Of course, that was the last thing actually on their minds, Harry was telling them about how he noticed Snape and Saren watching (Harry could not describe what Saren was doing in any other way then watching) Wesley.

"Your saying Snape was there watching him and Saren was there next to him?" Ron asked.

"Yeah."

"Weird. Why would either of them care that much about him?"

"Maybe he's a vampire?" Neville chimed in, "we did after all make a lot of Vampire Draught…"

"No, it couldn't be that. He helped me bottle the potion and both of us got enough of it on our hands in the process that if the potion was working the way Snape described, any vampirism would have been obvious." Harry thought and thought and the more he thought the more the boy's actions didn't make any sense.

"Well I don't trust him." Ron said with a grimace. "He's definitely hiding something. And he gets along too well with the Slytherins."

Harry didn't want to believe him after all Wesley had helped him through a tough moment but the more he thought about it the more he realized how little he actually knew about the boy. Then he remembered something else odd. "Yesterday after we bottled the potion me and Wesley were in a rush to get to lunch. We both needed showers and of course since the showers are communal anyway I dragged him inside. He went to the furthest shower which didn't really bother me after all we hadn't been dorm mates for that long and so hadn't seen each other much. But he was shivering, so much so that I could tell from where I was standing without even looking at him. It wasn't an uncomfortable shiver, but it wasn't embarrassment either it was more than that. I don't exactly know what was going on but only like a minute after I left he came out sparkling clean and fully dressed. I don't see how… He wasn't cleaning himself he was more so standing in the corner facing away from me. And he didn't have his wand to clean himself magically nor the clothes he came out in for that matter."

Ron was about to respond to this when they ran into a very fast moving McGonagall. "Thank goodness I have finally found you." She said quickly, "I have been looking all over for you since I missed you after your Herbology class." She looked rather tired and was leaning on her cane like she had been hurrying and was out of breath.

"What's wrong professor?" Harry asked.

"Nothing, nothing in fact everything's great now that I have found you." Harry looked at Ron who seemed just as confused as he was. "I wanted to contact you about this earlier but I didn't have time what with all the extra work we had to do over the summer." Harry took this to mean business for the order. But that still didn't explain the sudden run in with their head of house. "I am glad you are both together, it is about the Gryffindor quidditch team."

That was the last thing Harry had been expecting after last year he wasn't sure if he would be able to play at all. After all as unfair as it had been, it had been in Umbridge's power to discipline him however she wanted to and while he doubted that the "life ban" was truly as such he didn't expect to be able to play at school anymore. "What quidditch team? What about last year?"

"Oh you mean Professor Umbridge? That was nonsense utter nonsense. For one thing once she was over stepping her bounds completely. No where in the guide to setting punishment is a lifetime ban from anything even implied. And of course once she was removed it was completely in my power, and if not mine the Headmaster's power to remove the ridiculous ban." She then smiled and stood up still leaning lazily on her stick. "Of course this doesn't change the fact that ALL three of the Chaser's and the former captain all left last year and so now we have it build a completely new team from scratch. You being the current most senior member of the team, even including last year's setback, are the obvious choice for captain."

Harry was dumfounded, him Gryffindor team captain? Part of him was slightly happy that she had considered hi for it and unfortunately her logic did make sense. But with the Occlumency lessons, the DA, his NEWTs and dealing with Snape he was overwhelmed enough as it was without adding more to it. And that was ignoring the whole prophecy that was being held over his head. "I'm not sure I'm up to being team captain." Harry said honestly. "I already have too much going on at the moment."

McGonagall looked slightly depressed but understanding. "I thought you might feel that way, which leads me to the other reason I came here. The choices for captain are limited as with the exception of you every member of the remaining team was new last year. Do you have any suggestions?"

Ron looked at him expectantly. However he couldn't see Ron in a leadership position. It just wasn't him. He was a great follower and a great friend and even a not so bad quidditch player when he didn't let everything get to him, but team captain? He could see that getting really bad really fast. That's when it came to him.

"Ginny." He said. Ron gaped at him it wasn't anger as Harry had expected it was more shock. McGonagall simply raised an eyebrow at him. "She knows her stuff, how could she not with quidditch playing brothers? And she does seem to have some competence at the game. It seems all the Weasleys have some degree of talent on the field." He said thoughtfully. "And I think she of all the people on the team would be the best leader. After all she has experienced a lot more then they have and doesn't to my knowledge have as much going on with her as the rest of us." He looked at Ron apologetically. Funnily enough he was smiling.

"Hmm…you may be right. I'll have to ask her if she is willing. But I still want you two," she glanced at Ron as she said this, "to overlook the tryouts for the three chaser positions. I hear Ginny is going to try out for Chaser this year when you return as seeker?" McGonagall smiled as she asked this.

"That's what I hear," Ron said, "and she's a spankin good one too if you ask me. She has been practicing all summer and now not even Charlie can block her. Admittedly he isn't a Keeper. But he has a lot more experience with quidditch than I do."

"Ok, I hope that you can help rebuild the team, Katie, Alicia and Angelina not to mention Fred and George were almost irreplaceable."

"Did someone mention us?" Harry looked and saw Fred and George walking out of a secret passageway.

"Actually we were talking about the new quidditch team." McGonagall said smiling at them. "And I would of course love to have you two back on the team but it is likely that the other heads of house would dispute this and now would not be a good time to start an argument between the professors of each house alongside the ongoing one between the students." Harry found this rather amusing. McGonagall had a rivalry with Snape at least as much as any Gryffindor, she obviously hid it and it was more professional then social but anyone could see it was there.

"Makes sense, not only that but we will have our hands full guarding the game for Harry here anyway going after Bludgers wouldn't exactly be doing our job, as fun as it would be." George again sounded quite a lot more like Hermione he really was a lot more serious than his brother. Fred just stood there continuing to grin.

"Of course I would love it if you two would help coach the team, especially Sloper and Kirke who as you could see from last year aren't exactly the best beaters." Harry could tell from how she dropped her head that even that statement was glossing over the truth. Compared to Fred and George, Kirke and Sloper might as well not even be on the field. They could barely aim bludgers towards standing targets let alone someone flying on a broomstick.

"Now I need to go to a staff meeting. The tryouts are on Saturday at ten o'clock. I posted them so you shouldn't forget. Remember that you should try to get there early to make sure everything goes smoothly. Oh and don't let the Slytherins take the pitch form you for anything other than a note from Dumbledore himself. I booked the pitch for our tryouts with Hooch personally so that not even Snape can take it away. Well have a good day!" With that their head of house went off, quite quickly Harry thought considering she was effectively hobbling using her cane. With that Fred and George disappeared again. Harry wasn't sure what was going on but they seemed to be there when they should and this gave him at least the illusion of privacy.

"Wow! You're gonna get to play quidditch again Harry!" Neville beamed at him excitedly. "Maybe this year we'll actually taker the house cup!"

"Yeah, oh and thanks for suggesting Ginny instead of me for captain." Ron surprised him by saying this. "I wanted the job at first but then realized that with my ambitions and of course the other stuff we're doing and the DA I don't think I could remain sane and still run the quidditch team. Besides I would probably just mess up more as a keeper if I had to concentrate on the entire team so I better stick to that." He then smiled widely before adding, "I'm not the King of Gryffindor for nothing!" At that the three of them laughed. Apparently the last year had bolstered Ron's self esteem significantly. And had also made him a bit more mature then Harry remembered. The boy was certainly becoming the man.

They walked the rest of the way to their common room chatting about quidditch. They then continued to chat about quidditch with Seamus and Dean, with Dean again comparing the sport to muggle soccer. Which Harry understood but Ron still insisted is much too simple to be all that interesting. Time passed and eventually they all went off to lunch.

Lunch was rather uneventful however the Gryffindors were all looking forward to their next class NEWTs Charms with Flitwick. They had heard from the older students that he did a different charm on the first day every year and so that everyone would be surprised. Harry had always liked the small professor, as he had always made his classes more fun then a lot of the other teachers. Not to mention the spells he learned in his Charms classes had always been the most useful to him in any given situation. This was the REAL defense against the dark arts class in his experience.

The NEWTs charms class took place in the sixth year NEWTs Auditorium like their defense against the dark arts class. The auditorium looked essentially the same except that where desks previously were there was a big empty space in the middle and on either side was a set of seats at tables against the wall each a level above the one in front of it much like bleachers might look like if one were to attach tables them. The tables were all facing the center of the room rather than the stage which looked exactly the same. Professor Flitwick was sitting on a broomstick in the center of the room above the same box of pillows that they had used to practice summoning and banishing charms on two years previous. The number of students already in the room was astounding and more continued to come in. It appeared that every single sixth year student was in the class with him meaning there were around forty students total in the class, an unprecedented number considering previous classes of at most half that amount with the exception of the defense against the dark arts class which was almost as large, but that made sense to Harry given the trying times.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville and Wesley all went to the front of the section where all the Gryffindors were sitting (as expected, the four houses each took a specific corner and grouped together there) Dean and Seamus were sitting behind them. Fred and George were still no where to be seen but Harry was sure they were nearby.

Professor Flitwick wasted no time starting class once everyone was here. "Hello students!" He said in his characteristically happy bouncy manner as he floated above the floor in the room. "Today we will be working on a particularly specialized charm. It is very easy to cast, however it is much harder to control, which is why it is taught at the NEWT level and not before it. I have no doubt that all of you will be able to use the charm on your first try!"

He then lowered the broom picked up a pillow and tossed it to Padma saying. "The charm is called the charm of Alacrity and it is used to incredibly increase or decrease the velocity of existing movement. Allow me to demonstrate, Ms. Patil please banish the pillow towards the wall." Padma did as she was told and as soon as it started professor Flitwick said "Alacritis" and the pillow was instantly in a second empty box by the edge of the stage. Harry had barely seen the blur as the Pillow increased to a phenomenal speed. It had stopped dead above the box and fallen into it immediately. The entire class was silent after that intently watching and listening to the professor, obviously eager to try out the charm themselves.

"Now, all of you will need plenty of room to practice this and I have taken the liberty of casting an imperturbable charm over the entire room. Each of you choose a partner. Once you've done that, summon a pillow for your group and get started. As Ms. Patil and I demonstrated, take turns practicing the charm by having one of you banish the pillow towards the wall and the other then use the charm on it. It's really that simple, you might want to cover your ears until everyone gets it down though. Now each of you pair up!" Professor Flitwick flew high above the room after saying that. Students started mingling and forming pairs.

Harry paired himself up with Ron after all he hadn't worked with him yet this term and he figured he would have some time to chat with him in semi private this way. Neville and Hermione paired up at his insistence and as usual Dean paired up with Seamus. Wesley, apparently seeing that all of his dorm mates were already paired up walked over to the Slytherins and paired himself up with Blaise. There was some murmuring from the Gryffindors but honestly after potions this did not surprise Harry at all. Neither Hermione nor Neville seemed to take much note either. Ron of course, was livid.

"What is he doing sitting with him?" He asked Harry under his breath.

"They were assigned partners in Potions." Harry responded lazily not wanting to hear one of Ron's rants about house alliances.

"Still, were not in potions why would…" But Ron was cut off by professor Flitwick and so Harry was spared from Ron's predictable rant.

"Ok class now that you all have a pillow and a partner line up and start to practice as instructed. Again you might want to cover your ears for the beginning part of it anyway." Harry noticed as he said this that Flitwick had Earmuffs on. Great, he thought, I suppose I should cover my ears then.

Everyone got started. Ron was first to go so Harry banished the pillow to the box as they had been doing since fourth year. Ron immediately said, "Alacritis" and the result was rather spectacular. The pillow disappeared with a loud BANG as it fell off of some invisible barrier into the box. The pillow had accelerated to the point of being invisible and looked more like it had apparated to the wall then had crashed into it. A lot more large BANGs could be heard as every other student did roughly the same thing. Padma and Hermione and a few other Ravenclaws managed to not make the sound of the pillow crashing into the wall as loud but not a single person stopped the pillow above the box like Flitwick.

"This is harder than I thought." He roughly heard Hermione say before another line of BANGs were heard throughout the room. He had no better luck then Ron however and managed to continue to break everyone's eardrums. Seamus and Dean were covering their ears as were a large number of other students, from what he had seen neither of them had done any better than he and Ron had. Neville had surprised him by doing almost as well as Hermione. Whatever that wand was it was working a whole lot better for him than his old one did. Lavender and Parvati had not done any better. No one had fared as badly as Wesley however. Everyone else in the room had managed at least to successfully cast the charm, Wesley had not. Harry watched as he spun his wand oddly looking at it tried a different incantation and then eventually just slammed his wand into the pillow. It had disastrous results as the pillow shot towards the wall with the most resounding BANG yet and the pillow blasted apart into a cloud of feathers. Wesley looked around blushing well Blaise just looked amused. Blaise had managed to cast the spell as well as everyone else.

"Well now Mr. Tinderspoon! That was an interesting…" Professor Flitwick cut himself off with a smile. "That wouldn't be a metallic wand now would it?" He asked with a smile.

"Um…if you mean a wand with a strip of metal in it then yes…" Wesley said quite uncomfortably.

"Ah! So?" Flitwick continued his questioning apparently completely forgetting that he had a class to teach.

"Uh…what?" Wesley looked confused.

"And what kind of metal is it? Gold? Silver? Platinum?" Flitwick was getting more and more excited as he continued to barrage Wesley with questions.

"Actually it's Mithril…"

"Mithril! Marvelous! Marvelous! May I see your wand for a second?" Obviously at a loss for words Wesley timidly nodded and handed Flitwick his wand.

"Now I imagine the rest of you are wondering why I am so excited about this wand." Harry was. He didn't see how it was relevant that Wesley's wand had a strip of metal in it. A wand was a wand right?

"You may note that all of your wands are made with something from a magical creature a hair, tail or horn. The reason why is it is now standard procedure in Britain to only make and distribute wands made using magical creatures rather than magical metals because wands made with Metals are a lot harder to control and tend to have…as you saw…much more explosive results unless incredibly controlled. I have been meaning to get a metallic wand as they are incredibly useful to the skilled wizard especially when doing things that require simply a lot of power. They can be controlled however. Padma if you please?" He them motioned to her pillow again. Padma banished the pillow and Flitwick with a strange little spin of Wesley's wand succeeded in using the alacritis charm without the slightest bit of noise. He then passed the wand back to a still blushing Wesley who now also seemed to be looking at his professor in awe before saying, "Now on you go and if you ever need any help with any of your spells using that please feel free to ask!" He said that a little too excitedly as if he wanted Wesley to have trouble so that he could mess with his wand more. Harry was just happy to get back to the class, the wand meaning very little to him.

The rest of the class went very well except of course from everyone's hearing's point of view. By the end of it Padma, Hermione, Malfoy (much to Ron's dismay), and to everybody's surprise, Neville had managed the perfect stop. Everyone else had at least managed to slow it enough to stop the large BANG from resounding the room. Harry was happy to get out of there but wasn't to pleased that he didn't get a chance to talk to Ron. He would have to rectify that at dinner. But that would of course have to wait until his ears stopped ringing. At the moment Neville's wand intrigued him he would have to ask him about it later.

After the class the sixth year Gryffindors all went to the common room (except Hermione of course who had yet another class to attend) and spent the entire time goofing off while trying to study. It was such that Harry didn't get anytime to talk to Ron at all, something he was not happy about in the slightest.

As everyone else walked off towards dinner Harry pulled Ron up to their dorm mostly to buy time for a personal conversation away from the group. When he got there his attention was taken as on his bed with a note attached to it was a firebolt, presumably the one that had been taken from him the previous year. Ron saw it too and smiled. Harry wasted no time running over and picking it up and reading the note.

I am afraid it took a bit longer to get this then was expected do to Umbridge attempting a final revenge. Unfortunately because of that this is not the same firebolt you have had in previous years. I do not know what happened to that one except that the pieces of it were owled to Dumbledore anonymously with a final note about you.

Being that I was expecting you to return I immediately started pulling for getting you a new broom and I was happy to find that your class mates were willing to pitch in to get this replacement for you. After all who could resist the chance to win the house cup again? I am sorry if this revelation about your previous broom is troubling as I know how much it meant to you but alas nothing can be done about that.

I implore that you thank Mr. Longbottom, Mr. Finnigan, Mr. Thomas, Mr. Tinderspoon, Mr. Weasley, Ms. Patil, Ms. Brown and Ms. Granger for this incredible gift. You should also give special thanks to Ms. Granger as asking the other sixth year Gryffindors to help pitch in for the broom was her idea. I hope you choose to accept this gift from your friends and for the sake of your house. Use this as you have used your previous two brooms and I know you will not be disappointed.

-M. McGonagall

Harry looked at his friend who was smiling at him. "I know it can't replace the last one but it was the least we could do after the horrible year you had." Ron said sheepishly and a bit reserved like he didn't know what Harry's reaction was going to be.

Harry surprised himself by not getting angry. He felt well rather happy actually. His friends had really gone out on a limb for him this time and it really showed just how close they had become over the last six years. "Thanks." Was all he said and from Ron's smile and nod that was all he had to say.

"So you're gonna get to play quidditch again? That awesome!" Ron started without hesitation once the serene silence had ended.

"Yeah I know I'm kinda surprised actually. After being such a bastard last year I wasn't expecting to be able to play." Harry felt a little down as they started off towards dinner. He had been a real asshole the previous year.

"Right, like McGonagall would give up the best player on the team since Charlie and the chance to watch Snape's team get beaten by a team containing the hated Harry Potter!" Ron said sarcastically, Harry smiled his starting bad mood crushed by his best friend's sarcasm. "She'd kill Umbridge before she did that and I would be one of the first to help her!"

"Here, here!" Harry said while raising his hand as if he had a beer mug. Then they fell into a bit of laughter. "So Ron how was your summer really? I never got a good picture of it."

"Actually other than quidditch it was rather hustled. We were moving around a lot because most of my family members were doing things for the order. Me, Ginny, Fred and George had the house to ourselves a lot more this summer as even mom really began to pitch in." Ron sighed obviously remembering what sounded to Harry like an incredibly hectic summer.

"Can you believe that there was a day when mom didn't come home and make dinner?" Ron asked suddenly.

"Wow…" It must have been hectic if Molly Weasley didn't make it home to make dinner for her family. Harry had never seen nor heard of such a thing in all the time he'd known them.

"But we lived with it dad wasn't home either so we whipped something up. And then when our endeavors ended up destroying half the kitchen rather then making us actual food Ginny simply made some eggs for everyone while me Fred and George cleaned up the kitchen." Ron then sighed but this time he was smiling, reminiscing over the day.

"Of course we managed to miss something so mom found out about it and we got a large lecture about how we could have been hurt or burned the house down or something. You know how mom is, always the one wanting to protect everyone even from themselves."

Harry laughed he knew exactly what Ron meant. If Molly Weasley got it into her head that you needed to be protected then she was going to protect you, whether you liked it or not.

"How about your summer Harry?" Ron asked.

"Well my summer was actually horrible. I was stuck in my room for the first month doing nothing but laying there. All the Dursleys did was give me food and water. They ignored me the rest of the time, which I found to actually be more excruciating then having them yell at me. At least when they were yelling at me I wasn't sitting there doing nothing." Harry stopped and thought about his summer more. Trying to remember anything interesting that had happened besides the obvious, he couldn't think of anything so he continued to the odd second half of it.

"Well…that is until Snape showed up on my doorstep with Malfoy, Vincent and Gregory in tow. It was the furthest thing from what I was expecting, Malfoy in my house? And he was for three whole days before me and Hermione got together to figure out what to do. In the end they ended up staying at Ms. Figg's house while I stayed at my house although I will admit that I spent more time there than at home. Simply put my uncle and aunt didn't care where I was as long as I didn't bother them and it was better hanging out with even Malfoy then with my cousin. Hermione was also there most of the time too, it was usually the five of us." Harry remembered most of that month quite vividly. It had been his needed distraction. As horrible as it may have been a lot of good did come of it. He wasn't sure he would have given many of the people he met this year nearly as much credit had he not realized all that stuff about Malfoy and his former cronies.

"Wow, I almost wish I was there." Ron almost looked sad for a second before he smiled. "But then I realize that I would have had to spend an entire month with Malfoy and I say. Not worth it." Ron smiled, obviously he was a lot less agitated then he used to be. Harry finally saw a great resemblance to Fred and George. Actually when he really thought about it with the exception of Percy and Molly, all the Weasleys had a pretty happy bent to them once you got past the fronts they put up. Fred and George just never really put up a front. What you saw was what you got for good or for ill.

The two of them talked for the remainder of the walk to the great hall where they walked up to where Hermione and Wesley were sitting in their usual positions and sat down.

As soon as they sat down Harry slowly got all his class mates attentions by individually tapping them on the shoulders or saying their names. After he had everyone's attention he said. "Thank you for the new broom stick. I hardly think I deserve it though after how I acted last year. But thanks anyway."

Everyone laughed at this and Harry felt some anger start to rise at that until Dean spoke in a rather serious tone changing the mood of the group instantly. "Don't bother, we all know that you have had tough times here after all you have seen and done things that would affect anyone. I am just glad that you came out of it ok. And besides when split among eight people even the price of a firebolt isn't too much." Dean smiled again returning the mood to a lightened state.

"Besides after how Umbridge treated you last year and the fact that you needed a broom anyway if you were going to help us take the cup from the Slytherins this year. Made it totally worth it." Hermione's smiled as she said this.

Harry looked over at Wesley, "I'm curious what did you have anything to do with this?" He said.

"Actually I didn't really. I just heard about it after the fact a few days ago and decided to pitch in. I just figured it couldn't hurt and if nothing else it made me feel more like part of the group and less like an outsider." He smiled as he said this and it dawned on Harry that that was important not just for Wesley but for all of them. This just proved it. There was something beyond simply being classmates about the Gryffindor sixth years. As different as they were they were all united under one commonality, they were all friends on some level.

Harry smiled before simply changing the subject rather abruptly to something that had been on his mind. He didn't really want this to be drawn out any longer than it needed to be. He had made his thanks and now it was done. "Hey Neville, I was wanting to ask you this before I got distracted by the new firebolt."

Neville looked at him slightly nervously, "Yes?"

"What's with your new wand? You seem rather better with it then your last one." Harry realized how that sounded after it had already came out but Neville cut him off as he was starting to apologize.

"Actually it's not that interesting a story. But I guess it is relevant in an odd sort of way. I was in Ollivander's getting my new wand and I had been in there for over an hour trying out wand after wand after wand some of which exploded in my face and others of which had no effect at all." He was getting ever more nervous as he continued his story.

"Eventually when I thought I would have to go somewhere else to get a wand or maybe just accept that fact that I was never going to be a good wizard and might as well live as a Squib, he got this look in his eye that scared me. It's so weird normally I don't remember much at all beyond specifics but what he said next I can remember almost word for word…

"'Hmm…an interesting possibility. One I might not have considered…' After saying that he went into the back room and brought out this wand, I had never seen a wand like it before but it was getting late and I really wanted to just be done with this as I really wasn't expecting to find a wand I was really good with even if one did work for me. So I just took it from his hand and right there knew it was going to be different. I could feel it in my hands, it felt powerful so I waved it and a small wave of glowing dust fell from the tip before disappearing." Neville then looked straight at Harry before continuing, he looked nervous but also determined.

"He then said to me, 'Curious that this wand would ever find a master as I made it on a whim. It is the most unique wand I have ever made. There is not a single wand in anyone's hands that has been in this store even remotely like it.' I was confused it was obviously different but I wasn't really getting what he was saying." Neville took a deep breath and then looked directly at Harry again before continuing. "He then pulled me into a back room before saying 'This wand is special wand I made 6 years ago on a hunch supplied by a boy. It is curious that this wand would ever find an owner. As it is made not from a standard core…but from a single fallen hair from the head of the "boy who lived"…'" Everyone around them began to stare at Harry and Neville. However Harry didn't even notice because he was thinking of something totally different: The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord will be born as the seventh month dies… He also remembered what Dumbledore had told him, who that prophecy could have meant: Harry Potter or Neville Longbottom…