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Memories of a wand	By : sybersnake Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2509 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Memories of a wand /A wand�s memories

Beta: kin2cats

A/N: The story is playing out in Marauder Era, pre-HP books. HBP does
not count.

Chapter 2

The hunt for Grayback continued,
without much progress.� After searching
the den, the Aurors ran into dead-end again.�
Moody decided he would search out the Boy�s identity.� Mad-Eye searched the system records for
failed werewolf attempts, but found nothing, he looked thought the missing
child records, both Muggle and Wizard, but nobody was missing the Boy.

He decided that the only one who could
surely identify the Boy would be Olivander, if the Boy had bought his wand
there, that is.� If not, he could get
information about the wand from the old wand-maker. It occurred to him that if
he activated the spell to view the wand�s memories again, while he was in
Diagon Alley, maybe he could find some clue, which would help to solve the mystery
of the Boy�s identity.

As he walked down the Alley, he did
not get any memory, like the wand�s owner had never stepped in this place.� It was unlikely; he clearly remembered the
Boy�s accent was from London. Everyone had their fond memories of the place. �Strange,
but it seemed everything was strange with this boy,� he thought with a rueful
smile, as he stepped inside Olivander�s wand-shop and was greeted by the older
wizard.�

�How can I help you this time, Auror
Moody?�

�A wand,� he said mysteriously, and
pulled out the Boy�s ebony wand and placed it on the counter. Olivander�s grey
eyes widened, and then taking the wand in his hand, his long fingers running
over it, measuring and humming and �ahh-ing� along the way. His eyes moved to
the Auror and their eyes locked before he started to speak.

�This is a special wand for a
special, unique and powerful wizard.� His grey eyes moved back to the wand and he
narrowed them as though he could see thought the wood.� �Maybe he could,� thought Moody, as he
watched Olivander at work. Then the man spoke again, without lifting his gaze
from the wand.� �Unique.� Yes, unique balance between dark and light,
between potions and spells and curses. The core is vampire and veela hair. I
did not make this one. Yuack�s� Yes, it�s Yuack�s work.�

�And where can I found this Yuack?�

�In Knockturn Alley.�

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Knockturn Alley was more than just
the bad guys meeting place, and the dark market.� In this shadowed alley, people lived their everyday lives, and
died without much notice from the outside world. The locals were mostly dark
wizards, whores, assassins, murderers and dark creatures, the wizarding world�s
trash, but there were people who moved here due to necessity, they were the
poorest of the wizarding world.

Moody was familiar with the alley,
he had patrolled it many times, he may have even seen the Boy, but he did not
know for sure, he hadn�t seen the Boy�s face yet. As he stepped into the alley,
his left hand grasped the wand and he felt the familiar rush, and a feeling washed
over him, he could find only one word for it: HOME. As he strolled deeper in,
farther from Diagon Alley, the feelings got stronger and stronger, and then the
memories assaulted him.

------------- Memory Scan
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A young raven-haired
boy stood by the bookshop�s dirty window and peeked inside, his clothing was
torn, he was dirty, and Moody could feel hunger rolling out of the Boy: hunger
for books, a thirst for knowledge.

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Then the memory faded, to be
replaced by another one.� This one came
when his gaze turned towards the animal shop.

------------- Memory Scan
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The same boy, maybe a few years
younger than the one he had seen by the bookshop, knelt by a pen, where kittens
were put out for sale, as he put out his hand, a grey kitten instantly ran to
him, and started to lick his fingers. The small boy beamed at the old witch,
who smiled back at him, she had several teeth missing, her hair was in a bun, but
a big mop of hair had escaped it. She was wearing a tattered robe which had
seen bettered days.

�You can take him, child.� Moody
could feel the happiness radiating from the boy, just to be replaced by sorrow.

�I can�t.� He would kill the kitten.� The child said timidly, the woman
nodded grimly, and then smiled a very cunning smile.

�What he don�t know, won�t hurt him,
child. If there is a problem you can bring it back and I will keep it safe for
you.�� The Boy bit his lower lip as he
thought over the woman�s offer, and nodded, and some of the earlier happiness
replaced. Moody could see it in the boy�s unique jet-black eyes.

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As he went deeper and deeper in Knockturn
Alley, he got glimpses of memories, but they were not strong enough for Moody
to see them all. But it was clear the Boy grew up here, Mad-Eye hoped someone would
be able to tell him who this boy is and where he could find him.

The wand in his hand felt warm and
comfortable as he turned at the corner, not far from him was a run-down
apothecary, feelings rushed over him, not his own feelings, but the Boy�s:
surprise, pleasure happiness, and pride. Olivander�s words echoed in his mind, Unique.
Yes, unique balance between dark and light, between potions and spells. Potions�Apothecary.
He stepped up to its door and opened it. The place was dark, and smelled of herbs
and potion ingredients. As he took a deep breath he felt like he was falling
into the memories of the Boy.

------------- Memory Scan
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�What ya doing here, whelp?� Snarled
a deep raspy male voice, as he grabbed the Boy by his hair and turned him to
face the owner of the voice. The man had yellowish crooked teeth and a bad
mouth smell, greasy long hair and piercing, slightly crazed, green eyes.

�No-nothing.� �The small boy mumbled, who could not be more than
four years old. His small face was dirty and bruised. The man snorted at him
and let him go. The small body stumbled back and almost fell over.

�Get out.� Snarled the man, before
turning away and strolled toward the back of the shop where a caldron was
boiling. The Boy just stood there, nervously looking out of the dirty window,
some of the older boys attacked him and he could not save himself, the only
safe place around was the crazy Yuack�s shop.

Moody saw the boy�s terrified black
eyes as he tried to calculate which would be worse for his health, his drunken
father�s beating, to give himself up to the older boys� mercy, or take his chances
with the crazy Potions expert. But because the first two opinions were suicide,
he walked up carefully to the unfamiliar man; he tried to walk in the shadows,
to conceal his presence as much as he could. But the man�s green eyes found
him, and pinned him in place.

�I said get out.� yelled the man,
but the boy did not move. �Are you deaf, whelp, or what?� he snarled, then
turned back to his work.

�What�s this?� asked a small voice.

�Potion.� snapped back the older,
the Boy just rolled his eyes and stepped closer to see in the caldron.

�Which one?� the boy asked again, with
a slightly annoyed voice. Moody was amused by the small boy�s piercing,
inquisitive gaze.

�Burn Salve,� growled the man under
his breath.

�Too thick.� The man�s head snapped
up and his green gaze looked with black one, those eyes were too old and intelligent
for such a young boy. The man, Yuack, sneered and answered.

�Not�

�Too.� snapped back the Boy.

�Look Whelp��

�Look Mr Yuack, this potion is too
thick and the colour is slightly off, the Maruet�s Potion Guide says it�s
caused by old eye of newt or tainted water,� lectured the Boy. Moody and Yuack
both were amazed by the knowledge from one so young.

Moody briefly wondered why no one
seemed to know the child�s name, he heard him being called Child, Whelp and he
himself called the youngling Boy. Somewhere along the road, he was starting to
like the kid, with each piece of the puzzle, the Boy became more and more
important to him, more and more important to find him. The memory was disturbed
by a deep, raspy voice.

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�What ya want here?� Moody looked up
and came to face to face with the man he had just seen in the memory, he looked
older, a few grey hairs could be seen in his black hair.

�To find the owner of this wand.� With
that said he pulled the wand from his pocket and held it up for the other man
to see.

�Whelp� whispered Yuack, more to
himself, than to Moody, when he first noticed the wand. �How ya get it?� his
green eyes snapped up to Moody�s face.

�My name is Auror Moody. We found
this wand in a werewolf�s den, while investigating werewolf attacks. I� we
would like to find out what happened with the Boy.�

�So he died.�

�No. I don�t think so. I think he
managed to escape the attack but I�d like to know for sure.�

�I have not see the Whelp for some
time now, he went to school a few years ago and didn�t see him that often after
that, only summer time.�

�It would help if you could tell me
his name, or the name of the school he went to.�

�The Whelp is Whelp. I never asked
his name, and he never said. And the school, he never talked about it much; I
knew just that he did not really like the place.�

�You knew someone who maybe can help
to find him or find out more information about him.�

�He lived in Rouge Noir; ya know the
brothel down the road.�

�Thank you for your help, Mr Yuack.�

�Just find the Whelp alive.�

Moody nodded and left the small
potion store.
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