Fairy of my Heart
Ch 1
121
06/11/94
Garrick was inspecting the wands of the chosen few for a contest of Skill, Knowledge, and Power.
The Female's wand… "Rosewood, 9 ½ inches. Inflexible. Containing…" pink sparks, raised his eyebrows, "Veela hair." a flick of his wrist, and a bouquet of flowers, which he then handed both to the witch.
Diggory was next, "Ash, 12 ½ inches, sturdy, with a unicorn mane core. The bloody beast almost gored me, when I collected that sample." He conjured a glass goblet, which he set on the table beside him. He returned the wand.
Krum stepped up, and offered his wand like a soldier offering his sword for inspection. "Gregorovitch creation, Hornbeam, 10 and 1⁄4 inches, unbending. Dragon heartstring…" Garrick held to his ear as he ran a finger along the shaft… "Ironbelly if I am not mistaken." He filled the goblet with a red wine, before returning the wand to Krum.
He was sipping the wine when Potter offered up his wand. The condition of the wand in the boy's hand caused him to spit his mouthful of wine all over the boy. The wood was clean, in great shape, and polished to a high glossy shine. But to his Crafting senses, it was screaming bloody murder. "What in Merlin's name did you do that wand!?" He dropped the glass goblet, wine and all, as he snagged the wand from the boy's hand. The goblet shattered on the stone. "This was supposed to be Holly with a Phoenix feather… but what did you do?"
"Sir?" Harry asked cocking his head to the side.
"The Core is burned out, the Wood shattered, and glazed inside out! How are you…" he reached out, and grabbed Harry's arm… "Where did you encounter a …" His eyes grew even larger, before he spun to face the Headmaster. "I told you that that wand was a poor fit for the Lad. But no, You said he Had to have the Twin of His wand. Made me bend the rules; to Force the wand onto the Lad. and Now his Wand is all but DEAD!"
Everybody in the room froze, as all eyes locked onto Albus. "What do you mean Dead? He was just using it."
"That is how strong the Lad is. He could use a stick off the ground, to cast his spells if he thought it would work." Garrick turned to look at the boy, "Minnerva. Tomorrow, She will bring the boy to my shop. You may ask the Bird if it wants to offer another feather for his wand. I will need to see the feather offered, to use it. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to get drunk, and mourn the passing of this wand." the Wand maker swept from the room, taking Potter's wand with him.
121
On his way back to the Dorms that night, Harry was cornered by Malfoy, Nott, and Pucey. "Oy Potter, I hear Olivander took your Wand. Does that mean you are unarmed?"
"Just Curious, Malfoy. Where are the Troll Twins?" Harry looked about.
"This is a wizard issue, and while they are useful, they are not really wizards. They are just a bit above your friend Longbuttom."
Harry snorted, "Maybe. Until Neville gets his own wand, we will never know."
"No," drawled Nott, "You will never find out. Tonight you die." He peered over the side of the stairs. "Too bad you fell to your death…"
A pulse thudded behind Harry's heart, Harry fell to his knees, clutching his chest.
"What is this?" Pucey scoffed, "We have not done anything, and the Golden Boy in giving in already?"
"No," Draco glared at the Gryffindork, "This is something…" before he could finish, the entire stairway was filled with a black, cold 'fog'. For three beats of the human heart, all sight, sound, arcane senses were blocked, before the 'fog' faded away leaving Potter kneeling in the center of the stairwell, while Malfoy slumped three feet away, Pucey had a hole in his chest, and Nott…
Nott was gone.
Harry staggered to his feet, and looked over the edge of the stairs, looking for anyone to help, only to see…
Nott laying, broken, at the bottom of the stairs.
Harry grabbed the closest wand (Draco's) and drawing in his happiest memory… "Expecto Patronum"
As the silvery Hart burst from the wand, "Madam Pomfrey, students down on the Stairway between third and fourth floors. One has fallen. GO!" the golden deer bolted. He then turned to the task of keeping the blood in the Fifth Year student, there was not much he could do about Nott.
"Mr Potter!" the panicked voice of His Head of House sounded above him, as he held his tie pressed to the small wound in the older boys chest. "Just what happened here?"
"Malfoy and his posse decided to make my life difficult, and stopped me on my way back to the Tower. Three with wands against me without." He shrugged while not letting up on the compress. "Then everything goes black, and when I can see again, I sent for Poppy, and then tried to stop the bleeding."
"Sent for Poppy?"
"Used Draco's wand to send a patronus, she should be here shortly."
"I am here, Potter." the cold tones of the Medi-witch crashed over him in a wave of relief. As she passed, her wand waved over Malfoy, "Just knocked out." her wand flickered over the Fifth year, "a stab wound, and shock. Just keep pressure on it until I get back." she hurried down the stairs, McGonagall on her heels.
121
Twenty minutes later, Potter downed the calming potion, more for the Nurse and Headmistress than for his benefit.
"From the top, Mr. Potter, please." the calming potion affecting the headmistress' tone.
"After dinner, I was heading back to my dorm, when these three stoogies decided to rough me up. Nott said something about me falling to my death." Harry sat on 'his' bed, in the medical wing, as Poppy worked her craft on the wizards in green. He swallowed, before continuing. "I felt something in my chest, and collapsed to my knees. Then the stairway went dark, a black fog, I think. When I could see again, Draco was down, Pucey was bleeding, and Nott was gone. Grabbing Draco's wand, I sent a Patronus to poppy, and used my tie to stem the blood. That is when you found me."
The doors to the wing swung open as Snape led the Headmaster inside. "See? I told you Potter had caused my students trouble. I want him expelled!"
McGonagall was on her feet, her eyes flashing, as her rage fought the potion crashing through her veins. "On what charges!"
"Attacking my students!" hissed snape.
"Okay. Do that, and I will not only have your three expelled, but their wands snapped, their magic bound, and up on charges of attemped murder." the Headmistress moved her rook from blocking the queen… to check Snape's King. "Although how you will prove that Potter attacked and harmed three wizards with their wands drawn, when his is no longer even in the Castle…"
"What do you mean, 'no longer in the Castle'?"
"Ollivander took it." Albus sighed. "In the Morning, Minerva is taking the boy to get a new wand.
"Why did I not know this?" demanded Snape.
"Because you were too busy yelling at a bunch of 'Dunderheads'." the monotone drew every adult eye to Potter, who looked surprised to have spoken the words. "I think someone spiked my potion." he held up the potion vial.
Snape snatched it, sniffed it, and held it up to the light. "Calming potion, with I would say three drops of babbling brew and a single drop of Veritaserum." He glared at the lad, "What did you do to Malfoy and the others?"
"Called for Poppy, and tried to stop the bleeding." Harry locked eyes with the potion master. He felt a bit of pressure behind his forehead, before remembering the attack on the stairs. His heart thumped again, but that was it.
"Huh. Looks like I will be needing to have a talk with misters Malfoy, Nott, and Pucey. In the morning." Snape handed the vial to Albus and left.
McGonagall snorted. "To bed, Mister Potter. We have an early morning tomorrow."
Harry stumbled out of the wing, heading to the tower.
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Ron was pacing the common room, looking to pick a fight with Potter. The 'Golden Boy' was not in the Tower when the gluttonous ginger galloped into the dorms. Knowing his former best mate would have to pass through the common room, and being Friday night, most of the House was awake and puttering about. A few knew the signs that Ron was looking for a fight, but as his usual fighting target, Herminoe, was sitting at the reading tables, they were waiting to see Potter take him down.
When the Portal hole finally opened for Potter to stumble into the common room, Ron pounched. "And where have you been?!" he spoke loudly, drawing every eye in the room, first to him, then to his target. He knew Potter disliked the attention…
"Oh, hey Ron." Harry slurred as he trudged toward the stairs, heading to his room. "Just getting back from the hospital wing." his eyes were glazed from his exhaustion and the potion he had downed. "Malfoy, Pucey, ans tried to kill me on my way here. Without my wand, they had me dead to rights." he scratched his chest, over his Heart. "Something weird, even by my standards, happened. Malfoy was knocked out, Pucey was stabbed in the chest, and Nott fell from the fourth floor stairs, after threatening to do the same to me. I called for Pomfry, and tried to save Pucey." he yeoned, as the room sucked in their breath, "Snape tried to have me expelled...again, but when he learned that even three to one, with their wands and me unarmed, his students were beaten, and he could not even accuse me of casting a spell as my wand no longer even in the Castle."
"Ah Harry?" Granger had moved to stand by her friend as he stumbled towards the stairs. "Two things; where is your wand? And why are you telling everybody this?"
"Ollivander took it. It seems that I burned out the core. Pissed the old wand-maker off really." his blurry eyes blinked as his head swiveled drunkenly towards his roommate, "Neville, you should join me in the morning. McGonagall is taking me to get a new one, you should as well." he swayed a bit, "As to why I telling you everything, my calming potion was spiked with babbling brew and Veritaserum. Professor Kitty ordered me to bed, and for once, I agree."
Neville sprang to his side, as the lordling had reached the foot of the stairs, and together, the lads climbed the stairs into the night.
Ron frowned, Potter faced three snakes, wandless, and not only survived, but won. Just what was Potter?
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Morning came too early, but somehow both boys were awake, showered, and dressed by seven,