A/N: Whereas some wands don't want to hurt anyone, others enjoy the darkness within them. The story of Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black's wand. This is another possibility where the wand who chooses an evil/dark person must also be dark. The wand knows since its existence who it wanted and who that person truly was on the inside, so wouldn't it choose someone just like it?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
The black wand trembled in expectation for its next orders. It felt her soft fingers cradle every crook along its body as she turned him in her hand. It felt the surge of power as she spoke the sweet words and her magic travelled through its core. It laughed as the various coloured spells issued from its tip and struck their targets. It smiled with the screams that accompanied their contact.
Its heart was black, as twisted and corrupted as its owner. It could still remember the trembling in its core when the small girl had entered the wandmaker's shop. Many little boys and girls came through the store before her, but the wand never chose any of them. They were not right, they were not worthy to wield it.
But she was. The wand had found a kindred spirit who it was sure would use it as it desired. The wand called down to the wandmaker from the high shelves, who handed him over to the girl warily. He was sure the wandmaker could feel the blackness that threatened to be released, but there was nothing to be done. The wand had chosen.
She attended school and mastered her craft, excelling easily at the mundane spells she was taught. Her spells got more evil and deadly as time passed and the wand continued to perform for its master, carrying out her will to perfection. The power which she exuded was euphoric. She fed its darkness as it did hers until they were one in the same.
Such as tonight. The wand could feel the joy which ran through its owner. She let out another mad cackle she spun around to hit another target. The wand accompanied its owner with a joyous high-pitched whistle of its own as the warmth of magic surged through it again, relishing the tortured scream that followed. It had definitely made the right choice.
