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Chapter 10: Not So Wandless Anymore…kind of
(A/N: This is a more serious chapter, because the story needs more seriousness)
Tonks realized that Voldemort was gone the very next day. She immediately sent an owl to Harry—and flew back to the UK with Voldemort's wand.
Harry spent two whole days in his office without returning to Number 12, Grimmauld Place. He was mad and frustrated, but not with Tonks. Tonks did the best she could, and she had Voldemort's wand, which she gave to Harry. They stood next to the desk, the wand lying on top of the desk.
They debated over what to do.
"What do we do with it, Tonks?"
"Might I suggest snapping it in two? I could do it!"
"I don't like snapping other people's wands."
"Oh, really, Harry, you're too stupid sometimes. Who cares? This is Lord Voldemort's wand."
"Yeah, but—"
"But nothing."
She sounded like Ginny.
"Tonks…wands are…part of wizards."
"So? Like you should care? He killed your parents with that wand and also disfigured your face."
Harry gave Tonks a look. She turned red.
"Okay, not so much disfigured. But you have that scar… and people notice it, and you don't like it. What would happen if he'd never done that?"
"How is this relevant to the wand?"
"Because he did that stuff with that wand."
"…"
"Don't act like you're puzzled."
"Okay fine. Let's leave it here and ask McGonagall when she comes over."
They shoved the wand into the desk and locked it.
But they didn't see Peter Pettigrew sneak in the room once they'd left.
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Voldemort had gotten out of prison and had sent word to Pettigrew, about the same time that Tonks had sent her owl to Harry.
Voldemort knew that Tonks had the wand.
Voldemort knew she'd go back to the UK.
Voldemort knew that she'd turn to Harry and the Order of the Phoenix.
Voldemort knew they'd debate.
Voldemort wasn't stupid. Most of the time.
So Pettigrew got the message to steal the wand back, unharmed. And if it had been broken, he had to have taken all the fragments. Voldemort had Mr. Ollivander captive, you see, reader. He'd tortured him several times. Another time would make Ollivander a little more compliant, which he was definitely not at the time. Ollivander was a surprisingly stubborn old man.
And Pettigrew stole the wand.
But something went wrong, reader. You see, Hermione was walking down the corridor in which Harry's office was located. She saw a hooded figure rush by with something. She saw it trip, drop something, step on that something, break it into several pieces, curse, hurriedly pick up the pieces, and run again.
But it left behind some of that something. Hermione walked closer to see what it was. A small red and gold phoenix feather lay on the ground.
Hermione picked it up. She sensed something more behind that one phoenix feather. She was almost certain that the figure was running from Harry's office. It was way too short to be Harry. She knew Harry had Voldemort's wand. She put the two together…
"Oh God…"
Hermione Apparated to Number 12, Grimmauld Place.
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"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Hermione had told Harry that someone had taken the wand from his office. She hadn't told him about the feather…yet.
Now Harry sat, distraught, on an old footstool with his head in his hands. Draco was trying not to laugh, and Ginny was patting Harry's head at intervals, which made it even funnier.
It was not amusing that someone had taken the wand; Harry's reaction was just funny.
"But listen, Harry."
"What? Now someone's taken it; he's coming back!"
"Look," she brought out the feather. "He stepped on it and it broke. I have the core. So, Voldemort's getting a pile of useless wood."
"Oh my God, are you serious?"
"Um hm."
"Hermione, you're a lifesaver."
"Yes, well, now we have to decide what to do with the feather."
"Let's burn it!"
"Hang on a minute, you cannot just burn something like that, Potter." Narcissa had come into the room.
"Why?"
"It has too much magic and power in it. Your two wands are probably the most powerful ever created. The wands of the greatest sorcerer in the world and the only one with the power and ability to conquer him? It would be foolish and unwise. Besides, it won't work."
"You're optimistic."
"I'm serious. You can't burn a phoenix feather." Narcissa gracefully sat herself down on a couch.
"And why not?"
"Phoenixes are born from fire, Potter. It cannot harm them. It takes a lot to destroy a phoenix, and its feathers will still last. These are amazingly magical birds. You cannot destroy this feather."
"So…I…What do I do?"
"Conceal it from him as best you can. It is the only way."
"Narcissa. This is Voldemort we're talking about. We should…"
"We should what? I've told you we cannot eradicate the feather. It's literally impossible. What more do you want, Potter?"
"Well, whom do we give it to?"
"Isn't it obvious? For someone who generally shows so much intelligence Potter, you are acting rather stupid at the moment."
Harry growled. "Tell me!"
"Dumbledore, of course."
"Narcissa, you seem to have slipped into this side as easily as one slips his hand into a glove. Why?"
"Quite eloquent, I see you are, Potter."
"Well? Why the heck did you?"
"I had to."
"Really? The way I remember it, you were saying I'd be soon dead. Hmm? And what about your loyalty to your husband? What about him?"
"Anyone can change Potter! You, yourself, can easily go to the other side!" screamed Narcissa, all calmness and serenity gone.
"I'll never go there! Voldemort killed my parents! And you haven't told me!"
"I did it for Draco! I love my son! I care nothing for Lucius, the way he treats us at home! I only wanted the best for my son. Why are you suddenly so suspicious?"
"I find it somewhat odd that you can…"
"I made the Unbreakable Vow."
