A/N: The tiny light had returned after so long. Continuing this series with Snape's wand PoV.
Submission for:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): Transfiguration Assignment #9 -Have a non-living object as the main "character" of your story.
Drabble to the Death Weekly Competition/Challenge: Prompt - in the dark
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
It remembered a happier time, a time spent mostly in the dark, musty box it called home, but a time it treasured nonetheless. Every now and then, little thrums would warm its core, but quickly die out. Maybe this boy was its master, or this girl, it would think as tiny hands wrapped around its body. But alas, that was not the case and it was quickly replaced in its box.
It was definitely surprised when his true owner entered the store. The heat burned warmer than no other before, and when the young boy's skin made contact, he felt the energy flow through him in all directions. But it was so confusing. The colours it felt were black and white, light and dark, sometimes a muddy grey but then separating into its two distinct composites.
It soon learned why the energy was so mixed as he spent more time with his master. The young boy was in a constant battle between right and wrong. There would be loud, angry shouting from a man and then quiet, loving whispers from a woman. There were many snickers and sneers from foes, but praises and accolades from friends. He was mocked and ridiculed, stepped upon and hurt by so many people, but there was this tiny light of good inside that refused to completely go out.
Because of her. It knew whenever she was nearby. The tiny light glowed bright with a slight green hue and his master was so soft and delicate. When his master and her spoke, it felt such warmth, and when his master actually used it in her presence, it felt like it could practically explode.
Then everything changed. She disappeared, and so did the light. It was cold in the dark, and all it saw was swirling blacks and blues when his master used him. He learnt such dark and deadly spells it wished it would never have to use on anyone. But a few years later, it did and it cried for its victims. It never wanted to hurt anyone, but it had to obey to its master's will.
But then one day, something shocking happened: the tiny light came back. It was small, weak, barely a flicker, but it was there. It wondered what could have inspired this light within his master that had been extinguished for so long.
Then it felt a foreign, yet familiar presence and the tiny light turned slightly green, but paler than it remembered. It was like her, but not her. It heard its master say, "Potter," before the presence faded away but the tiny light remained.
