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The Master of Death (And The Power of Life)	By : Marvolo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 7464 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Was it a dream?
Hermione awoke and looked around the room. There was no evidence that anything had happened. No broken windows, mirrors, or light bulbs. She saw Harry was still asleep beside her and slowly got up to leave the room before she woke him.
Then she saw it laying on the floor. She slowly picked up the mysterious stone almost drawn to it.
It was no dream.......
“Amazing isn't it” whispered the familiar cold voice sending a shiver down her spine. “You know Voldemort had this stone in the palm of his hand many years ago and all he did was put a worthless Horcrux in it. He never saw the true potential of the stone. You do see it though, don't you Hermione. Your too smart to let this go”.
“Go away” Hermione whimpered to the specter behind her. She quickly turned around and saw nothing there.
She then looked down at the Resurrection Stone wondering what she should do. Deciding in the end to put the stone in her pocket for now. She would deal with it later.
As Hermione tiptoed down the stairs, she noticed it for the first time. At the side of the stairs was a small little door. Hermione looked inside and realized this was Harry's old room.
It was surreal, like stepping into a memory. The room clearly had been turned into a closet for junk. She noticed that behind the boxes was his bed. No wonder he was so skinny as child, she thought. It was barley even a bed. She sat down on it and already felt her back hurt. It was hard and lumpy.
“What kind of person would stuff a child in here and call it a room” she said to herself angrily.
Hermione looked under the bed and found a small box. She opened it and found small little toy soldiers inside. She realized they must have been the only toys Harry ever had. He most likely stole them from Dudley.
She imagined how lonely it must have been down here. It reminded Hermione of her own upbringing, Only she stayed in her room by choice.
Her thoughts where interrupted by the sight of comic books on the floor. Also probably stolen from Dudley (at least that kid had read something). Hermione picked them up and started to read. It told tales of super heros who where able to overcome rough lives by gaining super powers and saving others. It made Hermione chuckle. She could see why Harry would love these. How he must have dreamed about gaining super powers as a kid and escaping the Dursleys to bigger better things. Hermione realized that his dreams come true and that thought made her smile.
She picked up another comic, it looked a little newer but still old. It told the tale of a more reluctant hero. The words “with great power comes great responsibility” where circled in red ink. Hermione could see how Harry would relate to it.
The last page had the hero failing to save the girl he loved. Even wondering if he himself was responsible for her death. There was also a crumpled piece of paper used as a book mark. It had writing on it so Hermione began to read.
They are all going to end up dying for me. Most of my dreams have come true. I have gained powers in the form of magic. I have friends, love and a family in the Weasleys. I have everything I ever wanted.....But I can't protect them or save them. I wish I never was a wizard. Even if my life was miserable at least others would still be alive.
Hermione was crying now. Of all the things she had ever read this was by far the saddest.
“Are you alright”. Hermione looked up to see Harry walk in staring at the comics.
“I haven't read these in years” Harry said to himself, a strange warm smile on his face. He looked through them lost in another world before noticing the note in Hermione's hand. Harry recognized it and felt his heart get stuck in his throat.
“I wrote that after Dumbledore died” He whispered. “I love being a wizard, It means everything to me but I'd give it all up if it would bring them back. No matter what I did I could never save them”. He paused closing his eyes tight as he took a big shaky breath. “I guess some things never change”.
Hermione just hugged him. She knew then without a doubt that she loved him with all her heart.
“You are the nicest, kindest person I have ever met Harry” .
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“How may I serve you today madam” the elderly wizard said to the young witch.
“I would like a stick” She said causing her parents to chuckle. The wizard just smiled.
“You mean wand dear, aren't you too young for a wand”. The kind wizard said before looking up at her parents.
“Mr. Ollivander, do you have one of those small training wands for dear Sansa” the Mother said lovingly. “She keeps taking are wands and setting the house on fire”.
“I'm sure I can come up with something” He said waving his hands. With a Puff of smoke the wand appeared in Sansa's hands, who was now laughing.
He lived for the look on a kids face when they got there first wand. It brought joy to his heart that he could help spread that wonder around the world. He looked up from his thoughts too see the family had gone. instead stood a blond young man with a smirk across his face.
“I have need of you abilities” Malfoy ordered as he a put a small, slender box on the table. “My order is for you to fix the wand inside”.
Ollivander already could feel the power from with in. The old wizard slowly opened the boxed and saw the broken wand inside.
“Where did you find this” He asked in wonder.
“In Dumbledore's tomb” Draco said. “Potter returned it there but not before he it" Draco said fuming. He snapped at the Ollivander “Can you fix it”.
The old wizard sighed “I'm sorry Draco but that is impossible. This wand can fix other wands but it cannot fix itself”.
“Then you better pray you learn how” said a hissing voice. “The Elder Wand is going to be remade or you will know true pain”.
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The Master of Death (And The Power of Life)