Being able to create water with his wand was literally and metaphorically magical! So many times in his life, Harry had gone thirsty but never again. Harry was to do outdoor chores again tomorrow, so he decided to test the wand out. Instead of using the garden hose for watering plants, Harry was going to use his wand. Using his thoughts, Harry was able to guide the wand to make different flows. It could create a rush of water just as strong as the hose and a trickle slow enough to drink from.

While doing gardening work, Harry wondered what else the whittling tools could shape and how the magic would turn out. Harry had thought about the magician from a book while carving the wand and that magician only had power over water. Maybe if Harry thinks about another magician who can do other magic then the wand will be able to do more than just make water. Holding the wand, Harry had tried to do some other form of magic like maybe create a breeze but it didn't work.

Harry remembered in school that some of the older kids complained about the scientific method but he knew that it would help him test out multiple ideas. The next time that Harry was going to go to the library then he was going to research more magicians and the scientific method. It would be easier if he had a notebook to keep track of everything, but until then Harry would need to try to remember everything he tried. Harry still had one more stick and he was going to try a different method with this one.

The next stick will be whittled to look like a more traditional wand. He was going to whittle a handle and leave most of the wand to be just smooth. The handle wasn't going to be too fancy. It was going to be smooth with a knot at both the top of the handle and at the bottom. The rest of the wand will be a uniform thickness and no fancy directions. Most handles on tools aren't too fancy because it makes it easier to use. Although Harry acknowledged that a wand isn't something that needs to be held tightly so maybe Harry can make them more fancy. The spirals were tricky for Harry since he is still a beginner but maybe when he gets more practice then he can add vines or petals.

That night Harry grabbed the other stick. This was the one that was wickedly flexible. Harry knew that this one wanted to be whittled away. Taking the bark off this one was even easier and Harry was surprised by how easy it was to cut into. While whittling, Harry changed his mind. The wood was so soft that Harry made a couple of more cuts into the wood than he had planned. The majority of the wand was still smoothed out and the tip was rounded out; however the handle now had two knobs instead of a knot. It looked like there were beads marking the size of the handle. The knobs were not perfectly smooth but he made a bunch of small cuts to make it look mostly round. Holding it, Harry appreciated the knob on the bottom because it made it easier for his pinky to wrap around it.

While carving this wand, Harry thought about a magician who would be able to control all of the elements, not just water. Harry thought about what it would feel like for the world to listen to his demands. Harry could ask the earth to shake or for the sky to have endless rain. Most importantly, Harry could ask a tree to shelter him or for the wind to sweep him away from the Dursleys. Harry thought about how powerful this new wand would be. Harry would use both wands. Both of them would hold special places in his heart. As he worked, Harry told the stick what its fate would be.

"You're going to be perfect! Perfect to hold and while I hold you, you will fill me with the feelings of safety. The power that I will have when I use won't be abused but instead used to help me. You will shield me from danger and show me how magical this world can be. You'll be a friend. My first friend."

Harry's whispered words were a plea. A plea for the magic that the whittling tools would give it. A plea for Harry to finally have things work to his favor.

"Nothing anyone does will be able to separate us. You are my friend and because of that, you will go where I go."

Harry focused so much on his wishes that his magic reached out and poured itself into this wand. The wood wasn't sentient but as the magic touched it, the wood learned many things. The wand learned that it was a magic wand that belonged to Harry. It would be his friend and protect the boy. After teaching the wand all it needed to know, Harry's magic came back to him. He was done carving and he could feel the warmth from his new wand already. It worked!

Harry had carved for so long that the Dursleys had all gone to sleep. Harry pointed his wand to the door and Harry thought about the door opening. With a quiet click, Harry knew he could leave. He opened the door and looked at the dark house. He was free! Harry walked over to the fridge and opened it up. He grabbed some slices of ham and cheese. Stuffing them in his mouth, he had never felt so satisfied. Going back to his cupboard, Harry took all of the wood shavings and threw them into the garden. The flower patch had woodchips covering the ground and so his wood shaving blended right in.

Now that Harry had free reign of the house, he wasn't too sure what to do. He fed himself, cleaned out the shaving and he brought the rest of the tools into the house. Maybe Harry should steal some things for his cupboard. He thought about what he would like to have. Maybe a nicer pillow or clean sheets. He looked around the living room and thought about what else he wanted. It couldn't be too obvious because if anything went missing then the Dursleys would accuse him. Seeing nothing interesting, he went into the kitchen. He grabbed a couple of granola bars and hid them away. If the Dursleys locked him up again then it would be nice to make sure that he wouldn't starve. He looked around for some bottles of water but the Dursleys only had soda pop. Deciding that something was better than nothing, he hid a few of the clear sodas away. Harry snuck into the bathroom and grabbed some washrags from under the sink. Harry now would be able to clean himself up a bit.

Harry sat on a kitchen stool and he ate a banana. He felt more powerful than he had ever in his life. Holding the wand did exactly what he wanted it to. He felt safe and protected. Harry thought about going up to the attic and looking at the box of wood work. He thought about it some more and realized that he couldn't do that. The stairs creaked too much and there was too much risk of waking someone up.

Now that Harry had power, he could probably scare the Dursleys into treating him better. Harry had fun imagining how scared they would be but decided not to scare them. He could sneak around right now but if he threatened them then they would probably try to fight back or control him in different ways.

Lifting his wand, Harry wondered whether he could use it for chores. If Harry had power over the earth then he probably had power over metals and dirt. He waved his wand at the windows thinking about all of the dirt flying off the window. After his swish, he looked closer at the windows. They were clean! It worked! Harry didn't have to worry about starving or working too hard at chores now. He would probably have to hide this from his relatives but he didn't care. Harry knew that he asked this wand for the power to be able to take him away from the Dursleys. So maybe he could use it to go to the library. The only problem was that it was too late to go to the library.

If the Dursleys go away for the weekend then they usually lock Harry away instead of taking him with them. Harry didn't know how but he needed to convince them to leave him alone for the weekend. It would probably be easier to trick Dudley into asking for a trip than Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon. Harry thought that maybe if he reminded Harry about how much fun that Dudley had when they left before then he would ask for another trip.

Instead of Aunt Marge coming this weekend, he should trick Dudley into asking for them to visit her.

The next day, Harry was assigned to clean the floors. He had his wand already tucked under his shirt so when his Aunt walked away, Harry used it to clean the ground in front of him. He made sure that it was only a small clump so it didn't look too conspicuous. Harry just sat around and thought up ways to get Dudley to ask his parents about leaving this weekend.

Harry had an epiphany and waited for Dudley to walk past him. Harry still used his wand to clean chunks off the floor when he heard Dudley's heavy steps coming downstairs.

Dudley walked by and kicked his bucket of water. The water covered the floor but because Harry hadn't really used the water, it didn't dirty it too much.

"Ha! Now you have to clean it again." Dudley stuck his tongue at Harry and grinned.

"Oh no, guess I have to do it all again." Harry tried to look sad but he wasn't sure if he was convincing enough. "Cleaning the floors all over again sure is annoying. You're so lucky Dudley for not having to do this."

"That's right! Mum and Dad love me so much that I don't have to do any of that nasty work."

"That's right. You even get to go on so many of those nice trips to go anywhere. Even…the beach, like the one that is next to Aunt Marge's."

Dudley's face was scrunched in concentration. "Hey! That's a good idea. MUM! MUM!"

Dudley went running to his mum.

"Yes, my precious Dudders."

"Can we go to Aunt Marge's this weekend? I want to go to the beach!"

Aunt Petunia looked nervous, "Well I can ask your father and we can see what we can do. Your Aunt already has plans to come down here so it might be tricky."

"MUM! But I want to go this weekend!"

She soothed him some more and Harry nearly cheered. Whenever Dudley starts whining like that then it is guaranteed that they will do what he wants. Guess Harry will have the entire weekend to himself.