As a rule, adults were usually untrustworthy. They ignore Harry when he asks for help and believe Aunt Petunia when she calls him a liar. There were a few times that adults helped him, but they were the exception and not the rule. The only adult that Harry thought that he might be able to trust would be Ms. Violet. She helped him find books, trusted him with them, and introduced him to John who also helped Harry. However, it was one thing for her to help with whittling and another to trust her when dealing with the Durleys. Harry was sure that if he told her the truth she would believe him and he was sure that she wouldn't believe Aunt Petunia when she called him a liar. But Harry wasn't sure what she could do to help him. Harry was just going to have to hope that another trustworthy adult could be found.

Harry was resting in his cupboard and trying to prepare himself for the disappointing return of the Durleys tomorrow. Their arrival would mean the end of Harry's free roam. He had picked up anything that indicated that Harry had wandered through the house. He even returned some of the spare change to the couch. He was pretty sure that the Dursleys wouldn't know that he had gotten out of his cupboard, they were mean but they were also dense than concrete.

Closing his eyes, Harry hoped for a better future. As Harry slowly fell asleep, Harry's wand was doing some of its own thinking. It had heard all of Harry's thoughts, hopes, and fears. It didn't understand everything, but it did know some things. The wand was supposed to be Harry's friend, it was a bit new to the position, but it was sure that it was supposed to help him.

But before the wand could help Harry, it knew that there was a really important task for it. The wand's task was to ensure that Harry couldn't replace it. How could the wand help Harry if he replaced it? So the wand would be helping Harry if it made sure that Harry didn't replace the wand. Sure of its reasoning, the wand was thinking about a solution. Harry had already carved a bird and another wand. The other wand was inferior to itself, but it was Harry's first creation so it would not make it disappear. However, Harry had other sticks hidden away and it was NOT going to let Harry carve another wand. Of course, that was easier said than done.

The solution was the bird. The wand was sure that Harry enjoyed creating the bird and it was making a bird, so if Harry kept making creatures, then he wouldn't make more wands. The wand was going to inspire Harry to keep making animals. The wand channeled a bit of Harry's magic to summon a drawing of a snake and place it where Harry could see the next morning. Content with its interference, the wand tucked itself right next to Harry.

Harry woke and peeked out the window. The sun was barely rising. That would surely give him a couple of hours before the Dursleys arrived. Stretching, Harry sat up and his eyes landed on a drawing. It was a drawing that he had done of a snake from the garden. He couldn't remember moving it but perhaps he bumped into his pile of drawings while asleep. He shrugged at the picture and decided to sneak one last meal before the Dursleys got home.

Harry went to the kitchen and ate the last of the groceries that he had bought. The food was satisfying and so he went back to his cupboard to grab the unfinished cat. Opening his cupboard door, Harry paused. His wand was sitting on his little pile of blankets. Harry was pretty sure that he had left it under his pillow. He reached out to grab it and a rush of sensations came at him.

"Whoa", it was like a hug, or at least what Harry imagined a hug would be like. He felt happiness, excitement, and then another emotion that he wasn't sure he could identify. Harry couldn't remember ever getting a hug so maybe all hugs made people feel like this. After a few moments, the emotion seemed to reach its peak and then slowly ebb to more manageable levels. Harry had planned to whittle some more, but the idea of putting his wand down was too difficult. He decided that he would need to see what his wand could do. He had tested the water wand when he watered the backyard, but surely he would also need to test his newest wand.

This one should be even better than the other one.

After that thought, Harry felt a rush of pride that for a moment he thought was coming from him but after a moment it turned to smugness. Harry didn't know why he would be feeling smug so he paused. The realization that the feeling was coming from the wand was interesting. Harry made the wand to be a constant companion almost a friend, but he didn't know that the wand was going to feel emotion.

"Was that you?" Harry had the wand at eye level and this time Harry knew that the excitement was coming from the wand.

"Wow! That's amazing! I didn't know that magic could do that!" His enthusiasm was only matched by the enthusiasm from the wand. In response to Harry's words, the wand let out a small shower of red sparks.

"Do you know what you can do? You know like if there are things that you can't do?"

The wand paused to think and then responded with a negative.

"Hmm, well I am sure that you are capable of amazing things, but knowing what you can't do is just as important. Or at least that is what I heard."

The wand thought that made sense so it readied itself. Harry and the wand would need to experiment. Harry walked out to the backyard. This was a safe spot to test it out. Harry looked around to see what he should test before his eyes landed on the grass. Harry stared at the grass and thought about it growing longer. At first, Harry felt the wand heat up but nothing happened. Harry was just about to give up when suddenly the grass twitched and then grew a few millimeters. If Harry wasn't staring at it, then he might not have noticed it. It would be weird, but Harry wondered if he could un-grow the grass. So staring at it longer he tried to reverse it. He sighed. Guess not. He looked around and thought about the other wand again. In response, the wand let out a huge burst of water as if to prove its superiority. Harry smiled and tried to think about his appreciation for his new wand. He wasn't sure if the wand understood but Harry wanted to know that it was appreciated.

He sat on the grass and looked at the sky. There were a few clouds, but none of them were close enough to block out the sun. Perhaps a breeze would be nice. He focused on the thought of a breeze and Harry felt it soon on his face. He looked at the nearby tree and realized that the breeze didn't touch it all. He focused his attention on the tree to see if he could make the wind blow over there. When it did, Harry tried to make the breeze for both him and the tree but after a few minutes, he concluded that it couldn't go that far. Trying to control the breeze made Harry think about the rain. He closed his eyes and tried to remember the last time it rained. He opened his eyes, there was no rain. Maybe that was too big.

Thinking of the warmth that the wand emitted, Harry decided to test out making fire next. He scooted closer to the wood chips. Laying on his belly, he tried to make fire. He was so focused on the word fire, but it only resulted in a small pillar of smoke. Sighing Harry realized that maybe the thought of fire wouldn't be enough so he then tried to focus on the warmth of a fire. After focusing on the warmth of a fire, the smoke expanded into a small fire. It was barely a bit of flame but Harry hurried to put it out. Well, Harry thought it made sense. Harry didn't know how to make fire but he did know how it felt.

Harry could make the grass grow longer, water the plants, make some wind, and start a small fire. However, Harry couldn't make the grass un-grow itself or make it rain. Sometime later, Harry sat down. They had been trying things out for an hour and after peeking in the kitchen Harry knew he had to go back to his cupboard. It was soon time for the Dursleys to arrive.