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Brother Wands [Harry Potter]
Title: Brother Wands
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Voldemort's wand, Harry Potter's wand
Rating: G
Word Count: 220
Summary: The wand chooses the wizard.
Author's notes: For hh_writersblock Challenge #62: The Wand Chooses the Wizard.
Brother Wands
The very first time I felt him, I knew he would be my wizard. He was powerful-- so very powerful. The phoenix that still sang within my wood wanted him, wanted to direct his power. I was attracted to him for a different reason-- he was venomous. It was hard to detect at that age, hard to justify, but as a poisonous wood, I can feel when someone is one of my own. I could feel the intensity of his desire to rise to the top on the backs of the weak. I wanted more than anything to help him. “Tom Riddle,” I spoke in green sparks, “You will be my wizard.”
*****
The very first time I felt him, I knew he would be my wizard. He was powerful-- so very powerful. The phoenix that still sang within my wood wanted him, wanted to direct his power. I was attracted to him for a different reason-- he was surprisingly honorable. It was hard to detect at that age, hard to justify, but as a holy wood, I can feel when someone is one of my own. I could feel the intensity of his desire to protect the weak. I wanted more than anything to help him. “Harry Potter,” I spoke in red and gold sparks, “You will be my wizard.”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Voldemort's wand, Harry Potter's wand
Rating: G
Word Count: 220
Summary: The wand chooses the wizard.
Author's notes: For hh_writersblock Challenge #62: The Wand Chooses the Wizard.
Brother Wands
The very first time I felt him, I knew he would be my wizard. He was powerful-- so very powerful. The phoenix that still sang within my wood wanted him, wanted to direct his power. I was attracted to him for a different reason-- he was venomous. It was hard to detect at that age, hard to justify, but as a poisonous wood, I can feel when someone is one of my own. I could feel the intensity of his desire to rise to the top on the backs of the weak. I wanted more than anything to help him. “Tom Riddle,” I spoke in green sparks, “You will be my wizard.”
*****
The very first time I felt him, I knew he would be my wizard. He was powerful-- so very powerful. The phoenix that still sang within my wood wanted him, wanted to direct his power. I was attracted to him for a different reason-- he was surprisingly honorable. It was hard to detect at that age, hard to justify, but as a holy wood, I can feel when someone is one of my own. I could feel the intensity of his desire to protect the weak. I wanted more than anything to help him. “Harry Potter,” I spoke in red and gold sparks, “You will be my wizard.”