Harry Potter The wand chooses the wizard
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Well, maybe. On the other hand, Harry's wand wanting to do him... Kind of creepy, yeah. And maybe a sword is kind of cliche, but Harry's already learning how to fight with a sword in my fic, so... It may as well be a sword. Though it doesn't mean he'll turn into Ichigo mark II.
Still, Harry's Wand/Harry/Fleur is all yours as a lemon idea if you'd like. I know you'd write it damn well. I'll see if I can find a middle ground between your wand idea and mine...
Still, Harry's Wand/Harry/Fleur is all yours as a lemon idea if you'd like. I know you'd write it damn well. I'll see if I can find a middle ground between your wand idea and mine...
Another bit from my twisted mind. Thanks to dr.michael92 for the name of a wand, which in this case is Neville's.
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A whip was probably the most appropriate weapon for that twisted bitch, Neville Longbottom thought to himself as he slowly got back up. He breathed hard in the crater she'd slammed him into, gritting his teeth against the agony of a Crucio directed through a released wand.
Bellatrix Lestrange giggled as she swung her wand about, cracking it against the grounds of the Greengrass Manor. She leered at him as he got back to his feet.
"Awww... Is the wittle Wongbottom still able to get up?" She crooned. "Aren't you impressive?"
"Yeah, well," Neville spat, glaring icily at the murderess, "I'm full of surprises."
"I'm sure you are," she giggled. Neville smirked back at her.
"I've got one I've been saving just for you," he sneered. Bellatrix smirked.
"Wittle boy's got a big set of balls, don't he?"
"Quaffles," Neville snapped back. Bellatrix smirked as Neville raised his own released wand, in it's form of an oversized, blood red broadsword. Even without having to make wand movements with it, and his increased power and speed, he couldn't match Bellatrix's wand. Crasnoya Vsella was powerful, but just not powerful enough.
"Well, I might have to investigate," Bellatrix cackled. Neville spat again.
"I'd never sully myself with a sick whore like you," he snarled. He held out Crasnoya Vsella, and placed his wrist on his swordarm.
"Nothing for it," he decided. He couldn't let Harry down. He had taken down over two dozen Death Eaters and their hired help storming the Greengrass manor. He could take down one more. He'd just have to go all out.
"Oh? What's this, wittle Wongbottom has something up his sleeve?" Bellatrix taunted.
"No," Neville stated. "I'm releasing my wand."
"Fool, you already have!" Bellatrix laughed. "What are you talking-?"
The magic flared around Neville strongly, exploding around him into a visible aura. Bellatrix gaped in shock, even through her madness she could feel the raw power the Longbottom boy possessed.
"What?! The bastard who helped you all bring out your wands and subdue them didn't tell you?!" Neville shouted, the ground cracking beneath his feet. "There's a third level! A third release!"
Neville grinned savagely at her. "And you're going to be the first to see mine!"
The magic around Neville flared almost unbearably strongly, and then was focused, concentrated so tightly within him Bellatrix could have sworn he seemed like a Squib. His eyes glowed as he said one word:
"OsvobodÝt, Crasnoya Vsella!" He bellowed, and he seemed to burst into flames, a massive bonfire of blood red fire that reached into the sky. A few moments later the flames dissipated, leaving only smoke that crackled with electricity as it cleared.
Bellatrix gaped at the young wizard who stood there in the aftermath, not a single singe on his person. He faced away from her, now wearing thick, blood red robes that nevertheless waved in a nonexistent breeze like a flame. In his hand, he held a thin black longsword, it's guard in the shape of a simple cross, the only spot of contrast on it a small, red dragon pendant dangling from a short black chain attached to the pommel.
"What... What is...?" Bellatrix tried. She was mad, not stupid-The sheer power radiating from the Longbottom boy now was staggering. Neville's face held no smile as he raised his blade at the madwoman who had tortured his parents into insanity.
"How could a pitiful blood traitor like you obtain such power?!" She shrieked.
"I am Neville Longbottom, of Longbottom, whose family was noble and strong when yours was a collection of pimps and whores with delusions of grandeur," Neville spoke, his words alone making her shudder. "Neither of those facts has changed.
I have sworn my wand to the cause of justice, and to the side of Harry Potter. And to avenging the crimes you have committed against my family. It is for these reasons I have obtained this power!"
His eyes narrowed.
"And it is for these reasons that I WILL DEFEAT YOU!"
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My compromise: Harry's wand still turns into a sword (since he needs something to stab with), but it grants him illusionary abilities, as Lord of Bones has suggested.
Neville, our favorite underdog and closet badass, gets to kick ass Kurosaki style.
I borrowed the Longbottom of Longbottom thing from Clell65619's fics, because he knows how to write Neville.
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A whip was probably the most appropriate weapon for that twisted bitch, Neville Longbottom thought to himself as he slowly got back up. He breathed hard in the crater she'd slammed him into, gritting his teeth against the agony of a Crucio directed through a released wand.
Bellatrix Lestrange giggled as she swung her wand about, cracking it against the grounds of the Greengrass Manor. She leered at him as he got back to his feet.
"Awww... Is the wittle Wongbottom still able to get up?" She crooned. "Aren't you impressive?"
"Yeah, well," Neville spat, glaring icily at the murderess, "I'm full of surprises."
"I'm sure you are," she giggled. Neville smirked back at her.
"I've got one I've been saving just for you," he sneered. Bellatrix smirked.
"Wittle boy's got a big set of balls, don't he?"
"Quaffles," Neville snapped back. Bellatrix smirked as Neville raised his own released wand, in it's form of an oversized, blood red broadsword. Even without having to make wand movements with it, and his increased power and speed, he couldn't match Bellatrix's wand. Crasnoya Vsella was powerful, but just not powerful enough.
"Well, I might have to investigate," Bellatrix cackled. Neville spat again.
"I'd never sully myself with a sick whore like you," he snarled. He held out Crasnoya Vsella, and placed his wrist on his swordarm.
"Nothing for it," he decided. He couldn't let Harry down. He had taken down over two dozen Death Eaters and their hired help storming the Greengrass manor. He could take down one more. He'd just have to go all out.
"Oh? What's this, wittle Wongbottom has something up his sleeve?" Bellatrix taunted.
"No," Neville stated. "I'm releasing my wand."
"Fool, you already have!" Bellatrix laughed. "What are you talking-?"
The magic flared around Neville strongly, exploding around him into a visible aura. Bellatrix gaped in shock, even through her madness she could feel the raw power the Longbottom boy possessed.
"What?! The bastard who helped you all bring out your wands and subdue them didn't tell you?!" Neville shouted, the ground cracking beneath his feet. "There's a third level! A third release!"
Neville grinned savagely at her. "And you're going to be the first to see mine!"
The magic around Neville flared almost unbearably strongly, and then was focused, concentrated so tightly within him Bellatrix could have sworn he seemed like a Squib. His eyes glowed as he said one word:
"OsvobodÝt, Crasnoya Vsella!" He bellowed, and he seemed to burst into flames, a massive bonfire of blood red fire that reached into the sky. A few moments later the flames dissipated, leaving only smoke that crackled with electricity as it cleared.
Bellatrix gaped at the young wizard who stood there in the aftermath, not a single singe on his person. He faced away from her, now wearing thick, blood red robes that nevertheless waved in a nonexistent breeze like a flame. In his hand, he held a thin black longsword, it's guard in the shape of a simple cross, the only spot of contrast on it a small, red dragon pendant dangling from a short black chain attached to the pommel.
"What... What is...?" Bellatrix tried. She was mad, not stupid-The sheer power radiating from the Longbottom boy now was staggering. Neville's face held no smile as he raised his blade at the madwoman who had tortured his parents into insanity.
"How could a pitiful blood traitor like you obtain such power?!" She shrieked.
"I am Neville Longbottom, of Longbottom, whose family was noble and strong when yours was a collection of pimps and whores with delusions of grandeur," Neville spoke, his words alone making her shudder. "Neither of those facts has changed.
I have sworn my wand to the cause of justice, and to the side of Harry Potter. And to avenging the crimes you have committed against my family. It is for these reasons I have obtained this power!"
His eyes narrowed.
"And it is for these reasons that I WILL DEFEAT YOU!"
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My compromise: Harry's wand still turns into a sword (since he needs something to stab with), but it grants him illusionary abilities, as Lord of Bones has suggested.
Neville, our favorite underdog and closet badass, gets to kick ass Kurosaki style.
I borrowed the Longbottom of Longbottom thing from Clell65619's fics, because he knows how to write Neville.
On the subject of the sword, I suggest something subtle - no bigass zweihanders and greatswords, for one.
I am also heavily amused by the idea of Hermione's zanp....wand being extremely perverted, especially around Harry; somewhere around the lines of "Hey, if we act bitchy enough, do you think Harry'll spank us?" (when Harry's in a bad mood) or "If we bend over just right, we can give him a glance at our 'Property of Harry Potter' knickers!"
Poor Hermione. Somewhere along the road, she'll snap and rape Harry in broad daylight.
Preferably in the Great Hall or Grimmauld Place.
Fleur/Susan/Daphne/Tonks/etc: Hey!
Hermione: HE'S MINE, BITCHES! MINE, I TELL YOU!
Hermione's wand: There's no reason why we can't share, you know....
Snape/Lupin/Bill/Ron: Fuckin' Potters....
I am also heavily amused by the idea of Hermione's zanp....wand being extremely perverted, especially around Harry; somewhere around the lines of "Hey, if we act bitchy enough, do you think Harry'll spank us?" (when Harry's in a bad mood) or "If we bend over just right, we can give him a glance at our 'Property of Harry Potter' knickers!"
Poor Hermione. Somewhere along the road, she'll snap and rape Harry in broad daylight.
Preferably in the Great Hall or Grimmauld Place.
Fleur/Susan/Daphne/Tonks/etc: Hey!
Hermione: HE'S MINE, BITCHES! MINE, I TELL YOU!
Hermione's wand: There's no reason why we can't share, you know....
Snape/Lupin/Bill/Ron: Fuckin' Potters....
Well, he's training with a schiavona, which is an Italian compromise between a rapier and a longsword. It's balanced between thrusting and slashing combat, so his wand would most likely choose that form.
To be honest, now I'm rethinking things. Since "Master of Death" is a cool title but The Deathly Hallows were total fail, I've had an idea:
A true Master of Death can have the abilities that death brings with it, but still return to Life at will. Ergo, my thought is that Harry's wand, in it's released form, gives him the powers of a dead being. To wit, a ghost.
Basically, imagine Harry being able to turn intangible or invisible at will, and to be able to fly. His abilities would expand from just those, though there would be limitations on them (to make the story interesting), but it would justify Harry being a Master of Death.
His sword's spirit can still be a hot woman, she's just a hot ghost woman now. Eidolon, Greek for "wandering spirit", might make for a nice name.
As for why Harry's wand's powers would be this? Well, he survived the Killing Curse, but that doesn't mean his wand's spirit did. But, seeing how Harry is still alive, the wand just took on the aspects of Death in response for it's powers. Mastery over Death, wishing to save people, keep them safe from it... Taking on the shroud and powers of Death seems like an effective way to do it.
EDIT: On Hermione: Heheheheh. I think Maeve is a better name for Hermione's wand, actually. It means "intoxicating", which is just what any beautiful, perverted woman should be. ^_^
And Hermione would be happy to share, as long as everyone else knows she's top dog.
To be honest, now I'm rethinking things. Since "Master of Death" is a cool title but The Deathly Hallows were total fail, I've had an idea:
A true Master of Death can have the abilities that death brings with it, but still return to Life at will. Ergo, my thought is that Harry's wand, in it's released form, gives him the powers of a dead being. To wit, a ghost.
Basically, imagine Harry being able to turn intangible or invisible at will, and to be able to fly. His abilities would expand from just those, though there would be limitations on them (to make the story interesting), but it would justify Harry being a Master of Death.
His sword's spirit can still be a hot woman, she's just a hot ghost woman now. Eidolon, Greek for "wandering spirit", might make for a nice name.
As for why Harry's wand's powers would be this? Well, he survived the Killing Curse, but that doesn't mean his wand's spirit did. But, seeing how Harry is still alive, the wand just took on the aspects of Death in response for it's powers. Mastery over Death, wishing to save people, keep them safe from it... Taking on the shroud and powers of Death seems like an effective way to do it.
EDIT: On Hermione: Heheheheh. I think Maeve is a better name for Hermione's wand, actually. It means "intoxicating", which is just what any beautiful, perverted woman should be. ^_^
And Hermione would be happy to share, as long as everyone else knows she's top dog.
If Hermione was meant to be like J. K. Rowling, then I think it's safe to say her horrible taste in men was carried over to the pages of the books. But that's neither here nor there.
I'll see what I can do tomorrow, though someone writing Ron meeting his wand (and being made to see what a prick he truly is, in order for him to get better) would be good.
I'll see what I can do tomorrow, though someone writing Ron meeting his wand (and being made to see what a prick he truly is, in order for him to get better) would be good.
Now, Hermione and her wand.
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"Really girl, you shouldn't be such a prude. Your hair isn't the only thing kinky about you and you know it-"
"Oh would you be quiet?!" Hermione hissed as she sat in the Gryffindor common room, trying to do some homework. Ever since she'd learned the name of her wand, Maeve would not leave her alone, manifesting as a voluptuous woman dressed like a tree nymph that only the witch could see or hear. It was embarrassing enough that she'd whisper innuendo and send her naughty dreams in her sleep. Now Maeve harassed her out here too!
"No, I don't think so," she said cheerfully. She floated down and settled behind Hermione, her arms going around her waist. Hermione squeaked and struggled as her wand's spirit pressed her very healthy bosom against her back. Maeve hummed and pressed her cheek against Hermione's slowly directing her to look at Harry, meditating with his own wand.
"Look at him," she crooned into Hermione's ear. "Sitting there, commiserating with his wand... Why don't you lend him a hand? Or a puss-"
"No!" Hermione growled, making several first years stare at her. They carefully backed away from the bushy-haired witch who was now arguing with herself heatedly with a bright red face.
"No! Harry-Harry is just a friend! My best friend! I love him like-"
"Like a brother? Oh give me a break, sweetheart," Maeve snorted, nuzzling her mistress's neck. Hermione blushed harder. "I've seen your dreams. I know how you really feel." A wicked grin. "I also know how he looks while working out."
"I-I do not have any such feelings for him!" Hermione huffed. Maeve chuckled.
"So, if I were to send you erotic dreams of Ron to you-?"
"EW! NO!" Hermione cried out. She realized every eye in the room was on her. The object of her wand's erotic speculation and Ron both moved towards her in concern.
"Hey, Hermione? You all right?" Harry asked. Ron shook his head.
"Seriously Hermione, what's with you? You sick or something? All that studying's getting to you," Ron huffed.
"Are you feeling okay? You look kind of hot," Harry said. Hermione flushed harder as Maeve cackled.
"Oh, you're hot all right, heheheh..."
"I'm... Fine... Just... Um..." Hermione coughed and shook her head. "My wand."
"Your wand?" Harry asked.
"We'd much prefer yours, Harry~," Maeve simpered. Hermione coughed loudly.
"Ah, it's just... She's being, um, difficult..."
"I know what you mean," Harry said with a consoling smile. He held up his wand. "Persephone can be, er..." He fought to keep a blush off his face. "Difficult at times too..."
"I know what you mean," Ron said, scowling at his own wand. "Sprenger's always got some new test, some new puzzle I've got to figure out, and he's always such a git about it. Not as bad as Snape but, bloody hell!"
"Hear that? Harry's wand is difficult too," Maeve said with a smirk. "So hard... I bet we could help him with that..."
"Uh, I... It's..." Hermione tried.
"Any way I can help?" Harry asked.
"Oh, let me count the ways!" Maeve grinned.
"N-No, Harry, um, I have to, uh, go and, er, take a shower," Hermione said quickly, getting up and heading for the girls' dormitories.
"You could always join us, Harry~ dear," Maeve crooned, the wand spirit floating down until her face was almost touching Harry's-
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Hermione snarled. Ron jumped back from Harry, eyes wide.
"What the-Hermione what the hell is the matter with you?!"
"It's-It's nothing! Nothing! You're just-ARGGGHHHH!" Hermione groaned loudly in frustration, stomping up the stairs. Maeve's laughter followed her up the stairs.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. The Weasley sighed and shook his head.
"Mental. Utterly mental. Even more so after she learned the name of her wand." Ron grinned proudly and held up his own. "Glad mine isn't driving me crazy!"
"Isn't he kind of... Demanding?" Harry tried. Ron shrugged.
"Well yeah, he is, but after slacking off for so long, of course I'd feel some resentment. But not so much. At least what he's having me learn is interesting and useful. What about your wand, Harry? Is he some kind of weird ghost monster?"
"Actually no," Harry said with a cough. "She's kind of... Ethereal, I guess, and a little, er..." He blushed. "Possessive..."
"Is she good looking?" Ron asked. Harry flushed, and heard the laughter of his wand's spirit in his ears.
"Damn right I am," Persephone grinned, wrapping her arms around Harry's waist. He squeaked as she kissed his neck.
Castor Malfoy, sitting in the corner of the room to keep an eye over his charges, just chuckled and shook his head. With how much repression both Harry and Hermione had going on, he'd quietly set up a pool for how long it took for them to lose it and just shag each other senseless. He had his money on May...
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Maeve is Gaelic for "intoxicating", and "SWEET BABY MAEVE!" is a catchphrase of Hermione in cloneserpents' "Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor." As her wand is a voluptuous pervert, it seemed an appropriate name.
Persephone being the name for Harry's wand (if it goes with the ghost-powers angle) is a no-brainer: Queen of the Dead, was the Goddess of Spring and Summer but Hades dragged her down to his domain (much how the Killing Curse utterly changed Harry's life), and means "Bringer of Destruction" in Greek. Persephone's spirit takes the form of an ethereal, beautiful woman who loves to tease and flirt with Harry relentlessly, proving that she is very much alive despite being "dead".
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"Really girl, you shouldn't be such a prude. Your hair isn't the only thing kinky about you and you know it-"
"Oh would you be quiet?!" Hermione hissed as she sat in the Gryffindor common room, trying to do some homework. Ever since she'd learned the name of her wand, Maeve would not leave her alone, manifesting as a voluptuous woman dressed like a tree nymph that only the witch could see or hear. It was embarrassing enough that she'd whisper innuendo and send her naughty dreams in her sleep. Now Maeve harassed her out here too!
"No, I don't think so," she said cheerfully. She floated down and settled behind Hermione, her arms going around her waist. Hermione squeaked and struggled as her wand's spirit pressed her very healthy bosom against her back. Maeve hummed and pressed her cheek against Hermione's slowly directing her to look at Harry, meditating with his own wand.
"Look at him," she crooned into Hermione's ear. "Sitting there, commiserating with his wand... Why don't you lend him a hand? Or a puss-"
"No!" Hermione growled, making several first years stare at her. They carefully backed away from the bushy-haired witch who was now arguing with herself heatedly with a bright red face.
"No! Harry-Harry is just a friend! My best friend! I love him like-"
"Like a brother? Oh give me a break, sweetheart," Maeve snorted, nuzzling her mistress's neck. Hermione blushed harder. "I've seen your dreams. I know how you really feel." A wicked grin. "I also know how he looks while working out."
"I-I do not have any such feelings for him!" Hermione huffed. Maeve chuckled.
"So, if I were to send you erotic dreams of Ron to you-?"
"EW! NO!" Hermione cried out. She realized every eye in the room was on her. The object of her wand's erotic speculation and Ron both moved towards her in concern.
"Hey, Hermione? You all right?" Harry asked. Ron shook his head.
"Seriously Hermione, what's with you? You sick or something? All that studying's getting to you," Ron huffed.
"Are you feeling okay? You look kind of hot," Harry said. Hermione flushed harder as Maeve cackled.
"Oh, you're hot all right, heheheh..."
"I'm... Fine... Just... Um..." Hermione coughed and shook her head. "My wand."
"Your wand?" Harry asked.
"We'd much prefer yours, Harry~," Maeve simpered. Hermione coughed loudly.
"Ah, it's just... She's being, um, difficult..."
"I know what you mean," Harry said with a consoling smile. He held up his wand. "Persephone can be, er..." He fought to keep a blush off his face. "Difficult at times too..."
"I know what you mean," Ron said, scowling at his own wand. "Sprenger's always got some new test, some new puzzle I've got to figure out, and he's always such a git about it. Not as bad as Snape but, bloody hell!"
"Hear that? Harry's wand is difficult too," Maeve said with a smirk. "So hard... I bet we could help him with that..."
"Uh, I... It's..." Hermione tried.
"Any way I can help?" Harry asked.
"Oh, let me count the ways!" Maeve grinned.
"N-No, Harry, um, I have to, uh, go and, er, take a shower," Hermione said quickly, getting up and heading for the girls' dormitories.
"You could always join us, Harry~ dear," Maeve crooned, the wand spirit floating down until her face was almost touching Harry's-
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Hermione snarled. Ron jumped back from Harry, eyes wide.
"What the-Hermione what the hell is the matter with you?!"
"It's-It's nothing! Nothing! You're just-ARGGGHHHH!" Hermione groaned loudly in frustration, stomping up the stairs. Maeve's laughter followed her up the stairs.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. The Weasley sighed and shook his head.
"Mental. Utterly mental. Even more so after she learned the name of her wand." Ron grinned proudly and held up his own. "Glad mine isn't driving me crazy!"
"Isn't he kind of... Demanding?" Harry tried. Ron shrugged.
"Well yeah, he is, but after slacking off for so long, of course I'd feel some resentment. But not so much. At least what he's having me learn is interesting and useful. What about your wand, Harry? Is he some kind of weird ghost monster?"
"Actually no," Harry said with a cough. "She's kind of... Ethereal, I guess, and a little, er..." He blushed. "Possessive..."
"Is she good looking?" Ron asked. Harry flushed, and heard the laughter of his wand's spirit in his ears.
"Damn right I am," Persephone grinned, wrapping her arms around Harry's waist. He squeaked as she kissed his neck.
Castor Malfoy, sitting in the corner of the room to keep an eye over his charges, just chuckled and shook his head. With how much repression both Harry and Hermione had going on, he'd quietly set up a pool for how long it took for them to lose it and just shag each other senseless. He had his money on May...
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Maeve is Gaelic for "intoxicating", and "SWEET BABY MAEVE!" is a catchphrase of Hermione in cloneserpents' "Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor." As her wand is a voluptuous pervert, it seemed an appropriate name.
Persephone being the name for Harry's wand (if it goes with the ghost-powers angle) is a no-brainer: Queen of the Dead, was the Goddess of Spring and Summer but Hades dragged her down to his domain (much how the Killing Curse utterly changed Harry's life), and means "Bringer of Destruction" in Greek. Persephone's spirit takes the form of an ethereal, beautiful woman who loves to tease and flirt with Harry relentlessly, proving that she is very much alive despite being "dead".
Well, Harry's wand abilities are not always a blessing... Especially the first time he unlocks them.
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The Room of Requirement was in it's "Open Sky" configuration, and had been for the last month whenever the Trio, the Twins, Luna, Ginny, Neville and Castor had entered it. Harry and Hermione had decided to keep the knowledge of wand release a secret until they could do it safely, but so far they hadn't been able to do so. Desperate, Hermione and Luna did research into the problem. They finally arrived at a quick, but potentially dangerous way to do it, theorized by an old authority on Eastern magics with the pen name "W. Kitsune".
First, they would be put into a deeply meditative state through a specially brewed potion. Next, they would be placed in boxes made of magically reflective material Castor was able to get his hands on, focusing their magic inward. And finally, they would be left in there with their wands until they could communicate with their wands.
How long that would take would depend on them. Hopefully it wouldn't take more than the weekend, otherwise they'd have to be brought out and they'd have to start again. And two days without food or water would be rough on them all. Which was why Harry and Hermione had volunteered to go first (and Ron as well, after being guilted into it by Ginny).
Hermione had managed to learn her wand's name after ten hours, emerging with Maeve in it's released form of a small, elegant baton with a long red ribbon attached to the handle that Hermione could wield with a thought and could slice stone with if she focused. Hermione came out with very, very red cheeks, and an indignant look that didn't reach her eyes.
Ron emerged from his box twelve hours later, bearing Sprenger. His wand resembled an oversized chess piece with a lance-shaped head, that Ron could extend at will into a spear. Ron also looked very chastened and thoughtful, and simply asked to be left alone. They'd agreed to this, Luna telling Ron that the opening was often the hardest to make, but he'd castled at the right time. Ron had stared at her for a few moments, before smiling at her and nodding.
And now, thirty hours into the experiment, they were still waiting on Harry. Hermione had suggested getting him out about six times now, getting more and more worried, but each time Castor would look to Luna and the blonde girl would just smile back at him.
"Not yet," Castor spoke quietly. He smoked his cigarette, pale eyes locked on Harry's box. Luna was the first to release her wand, and her insight, well... The ex-Malfoy found himself trusting her.
"But he's... He's been in there so long..." Hermione bit her lip. Castor glanced at Luna. The blond tilted her head and looked somewhere over Castor's left shoulder.
"They all seem hollow at first... But it's just turned inside out," she said. She began to hum a random tune, and Castor turned his gaze back to the box.
"Yep."
"... You didn't understand what she said at all, did you?" Hermione asked accusingly. Castor shrugged.
"Hero's Code of Heroic Heroing Rule 1: Have faith. It never hurts."
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(Add in a slight variation of Lord of Bones' brilliant snippet on Harry meeting his wand's spirit)
"I will give you power over that which your enemy fears above all else," the wand's spirit whispered sensually into Harry's ear. "You will become that which that snake loving bastard flees, if you take it. You will be FREE. Now, what is MY NAME?"
"PERSEPHONE!" Harry roared, eyes opening.
The tired observers outside saw Harry's box explode into pieces, a quick Shield Charm cast by Hermione preventing any of the debris hitting them. All eyes were on the sight that greeted them as the massive maelstrom of magic and wind died down, the kicked up smoke and fog slowly settling. Ron joined them from where he'd been sleeping in the Room, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.
"Wh-What the bloody hell?!" Ron gasped. Luna smiled, and Castor smirked.
"He's out," Castor commented. Hermione moved to rush to Harry, but Luna reached out to grab her shoulder. The smaller girl was able to halt the Muggleborne's run, who looked back at Luna in shock.
"Wait," she said. Hermione turned back as the dust and smoke finally cleared... And her jaw dropped.
"Harry...?"
The figure was pure white, from snowy hair to bleached-out shoes. His robe waved in an non-existent breeze and looked almost artfully ragged, like the funeral shroud of an ancient king. In his right hand was a schiavona, bone white and gray, the basket hilt criss-crossing over Harry's hand like a metal spider web. The pommel of the sword bore a black ribbon, like something one would wear in mourning.
Harry slowly looked up, and Hermione couldn't help her gasp. His eyes had turned almost entirely black save his irises, which glowed a vibrant green.
"Well now," Castor said with a grin. "That's unexpected."
"Harry!" Hermione rushed towards him, arms out to hug him. Harry smiled at her and reached out his arms to catch her, and they embraced.
"Oof! Hermione! Hey! Relax!" Harry said.
"You-You're-You're okay! You're okay... Would you stop making me worry so much?!" Hermione growled. Harry coughed.
"I-I don't mean, to, seriously..."
"Well..." She pulled back and looked him over. "Well, you... You definitely look..." She shook her head. "Just what did it do to you?"
"Well, her name is Persephone," Harry volunteered. He coughed. "She said I, well... That I would be a master of Death."
"Master of Death?" Hermione asked, mystified. She hummed.
"Try to fly."
"Huh?" Harry asked. Hermione scowled.
"Well, you're stark white, you're a 'Master of Death'..."
"Bloody hell Harry, you don't do anything half-way," Ron commented, as he and the others approached. He shook his head. "You look dead scary!"
"If you must devour my soul, Harry, I must request you take my virginity first," Luna said airily. Harry choked and Hermione gawked.
"LUNA!"
"You're not out to become 'King', are you Harry?" Castor asked with a grin. "Because you're not quite there yet..."
Harry stared between them, and sighed. "You're making references to obscure stuff again, aren't you?"
"Somewhat obscure," Luna observed.
"Depends on your point of view," Castor grinned. "So, let's see what you can do, shall we?"
What Harry found he could do was a pretty decent amount. When Ron rushed him with Sprenger, his best friend rushed right through him, through Harry moved a little and confessed he felt Ron push him. A little focus and he was soaring through the air of the Room above, moving about at will through the air. Hermione resolved to begin researching other abilities of ghosts and Harry decided to try and find some of the Hogwarts ghosts for help with his new powers. This said, Castor told them all that they had to get to bed if they wanted to go to classes on Monday, and Harry attempted to reseal his wand.
Nothing happened.
"Uh... Guys? Little help?" Harry asked. Hermione frowned.
"Have you tried using your wand's name?"
"Yes."
"Have you focused on the image of you normally?"
Harry tried... And shook his head. "Nothing."
"Maybe you've got too much magical energy?" Castor suggested. "Try burning it off."
That didn't do anything either. Harry unleashed a few dozen Blasting and Burning Hexes and Curses, and even a number of Patronuses, but his skin and robes still stubbornly remained dead white.
"Um... I dunno... Can you try 'finite incantatum' on yourself?" Ron asked. At Hermione's look he shrugged. "What? You have any better ideas?"
"Well..." Hermione tried.
"Umm..." Castor said.
"Right, give it a shot Harry!" Ron grinned. Harry shrugged and pointed his sword at his temple.
"Finite Incantatum!" He cried. A flash of magic left the tip of his wand/sword, hit him, wavered over him... No change.
"Well, at least we know you can't be forced out of this form by enemies," Hermione said, trying to find the bright side. Harry sighed.
"Luna? Do you have any thoughts?" He asked. The blond girl hummed thoughtfully.
"Well... It seems your wand doesn't want to go back inside just yet."
"So... What, I just wait until it wears off?" Harry asked. Luna hummed again.
"I suppose... A Crumple-horned Snorkack might be able to help, but they are rather difficult to find."
"Rather difficult?" Hermione asked flatly. Luna nodded.
"Indeed Hermione."
"Well... look on the bright side," Castor said with a smile. "It's a daring look, but I think you can pull it off."
Harry groaned.
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Anyone can write a continuance to this, as it would be funny to imagine everyone's reactions to Harry's "new look".
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The Room of Requirement was in it's "Open Sky" configuration, and had been for the last month whenever the Trio, the Twins, Luna, Ginny, Neville and Castor had entered it. Harry and Hermione had decided to keep the knowledge of wand release a secret until they could do it safely, but so far they hadn't been able to do so. Desperate, Hermione and Luna did research into the problem. They finally arrived at a quick, but potentially dangerous way to do it, theorized by an old authority on Eastern magics with the pen name "W. Kitsune".
First, they would be put into a deeply meditative state through a specially brewed potion. Next, they would be placed in boxes made of magically reflective material Castor was able to get his hands on, focusing their magic inward. And finally, they would be left in there with their wands until they could communicate with their wands.
How long that would take would depend on them. Hopefully it wouldn't take more than the weekend, otherwise they'd have to be brought out and they'd have to start again. And two days without food or water would be rough on them all. Which was why Harry and Hermione had volunteered to go first (and Ron as well, after being guilted into it by Ginny).
Hermione had managed to learn her wand's name after ten hours, emerging with Maeve in it's released form of a small, elegant baton with a long red ribbon attached to the handle that Hermione could wield with a thought and could slice stone with if she focused. Hermione came out with very, very red cheeks, and an indignant look that didn't reach her eyes.
Ron emerged from his box twelve hours later, bearing Sprenger. His wand resembled an oversized chess piece with a lance-shaped head, that Ron could extend at will into a spear. Ron also looked very chastened and thoughtful, and simply asked to be left alone. They'd agreed to this, Luna telling Ron that the opening was often the hardest to make, but he'd castled at the right time. Ron had stared at her for a few moments, before smiling at her and nodding.
And now, thirty hours into the experiment, they were still waiting on Harry. Hermione had suggested getting him out about six times now, getting more and more worried, but each time Castor would look to Luna and the blonde girl would just smile back at him.
"Not yet," Castor spoke quietly. He smoked his cigarette, pale eyes locked on Harry's box. Luna was the first to release her wand, and her insight, well... The ex-Malfoy found himself trusting her.
"But he's... He's been in there so long..." Hermione bit her lip. Castor glanced at Luna. The blond tilted her head and looked somewhere over Castor's left shoulder.
"They all seem hollow at first... But it's just turned inside out," she said. She began to hum a random tune, and Castor turned his gaze back to the box.
"Yep."
"... You didn't understand what she said at all, did you?" Hermione asked accusingly. Castor shrugged.
"Hero's Code of Heroic Heroing Rule 1: Have faith. It never hurts."
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(Add in a slight variation of Lord of Bones' brilliant snippet on Harry meeting his wand's spirit)
"I will give you power over that which your enemy fears above all else," the wand's spirit whispered sensually into Harry's ear. "You will become that which that snake loving bastard flees, if you take it. You will be FREE. Now, what is MY NAME?"
"PERSEPHONE!" Harry roared, eyes opening.
The tired observers outside saw Harry's box explode into pieces, a quick Shield Charm cast by Hermione preventing any of the debris hitting them. All eyes were on the sight that greeted them as the massive maelstrom of magic and wind died down, the kicked up smoke and fog slowly settling. Ron joined them from where he'd been sleeping in the Room, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.
"Wh-What the bloody hell?!" Ron gasped. Luna smiled, and Castor smirked.
"He's out," Castor commented. Hermione moved to rush to Harry, but Luna reached out to grab her shoulder. The smaller girl was able to halt the Muggleborne's run, who looked back at Luna in shock.
"Wait," she said. Hermione turned back as the dust and smoke finally cleared... And her jaw dropped.
"Harry...?"
The figure was pure white, from snowy hair to bleached-out shoes. His robe waved in an non-existent breeze and looked almost artfully ragged, like the funeral shroud of an ancient king. In his right hand was a schiavona, bone white and gray, the basket hilt criss-crossing over Harry's hand like a metal spider web. The pommel of the sword bore a black ribbon, like something one would wear in mourning.
Harry slowly looked up, and Hermione couldn't help her gasp. His eyes had turned almost entirely black save his irises, which glowed a vibrant green.
"Well now," Castor said with a grin. "That's unexpected."
"Harry!" Hermione rushed towards him, arms out to hug him. Harry smiled at her and reached out his arms to catch her, and they embraced.
"Oof! Hermione! Hey! Relax!" Harry said.
"You-You're-You're okay! You're okay... Would you stop making me worry so much?!" Hermione growled. Harry coughed.
"I-I don't mean, to, seriously..."
"Well..." She pulled back and looked him over. "Well, you... You definitely look..." She shook her head. "Just what did it do to you?"
"Well, her name is Persephone," Harry volunteered. He coughed. "She said I, well... That I would be a master of Death."
"Master of Death?" Hermione asked, mystified. She hummed.
"Try to fly."
"Huh?" Harry asked. Hermione scowled.
"Well, you're stark white, you're a 'Master of Death'..."
"Bloody hell Harry, you don't do anything half-way," Ron commented, as he and the others approached. He shook his head. "You look dead scary!"
"If you must devour my soul, Harry, I must request you take my virginity first," Luna said airily. Harry choked and Hermione gawked.
"LUNA!"
"You're not out to become 'King', are you Harry?" Castor asked with a grin. "Because you're not quite there yet..."
Harry stared between them, and sighed. "You're making references to obscure stuff again, aren't you?"
"Somewhat obscure," Luna observed.
"Depends on your point of view," Castor grinned. "So, let's see what you can do, shall we?"
What Harry found he could do was a pretty decent amount. When Ron rushed him with Sprenger, his best friend rushed right through him, through Harry moved a little and confessed he felt Ron push him. A little focus and he was soaring through the air of the Room above, moving about at will through the air. Hermione resolved to begin researching other abilities of ghosts and Harry decided to try and find some of the Hogwarts ghosts for help with his new powers. This said, Castor told them all that they had to get to bed if they wanted to go to classes on Monday, and Harry attempted to reseal his wand.
Nothing happened.
"Uh... Guys? Little help?" Harry asked. Hermione frowned.
"Have you tried using your wand's name?"
"Yes."
"Have you focused on the image of you normally?"
Harry tried... And shook his head. "Nothing."
"Maybe you've got too much magical energy?" Castor suggested. "Try burning it off."
That didn't do anything either. Harry unleashed a few dozen Blasting and Burning Hexes and Curses, and even a number of Patronuses, but his skin and robes still stubbornly remained dead white.
"Um... I dunno... Can you try 'finite incantatum' on yourself?" Ron asked. At Hermione's look he shrugged. "What? You have any better ideas?"
"Well..." Hermione tried.
"Umm..." Castor said.
"Right, give it a shot Harry!" Ron grinned. Harry shrugged and pointed his sword at his temple.
"Finite Incantatum!" He cried. A flash of magic left the tip of his wand/sword, hit him, wavered over him... No change.
"Well, at least we know you can't be forced out of this form by enemies," Hermione said, trying to find the bright side. Harry sighed.
"Luna? Do you have any thoughts?" He asked. The blond girl hummed thoughtfully.
"Well... It seems your wand doesn't want to go back inside just yet."
"So... What, I just wait until it wears off?" Harry asked. Luna hummed again.
"I suppose... A Crumple-horned Snorkack might be able to help, but they are rather difficult to find."
"Rather difficult?" Hermione asked flatly. Luna nodded.
"Indeed Hermione."
"Well... look on the bright side," Castor said with a smile. "It's a daring look, but I think you can pull it off."
Harry groaned.
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Anyone can write a continuance to this, as it would be funny to imagine everyone's reactions to Harry's "new look".
True. At the moment though, Persephone took the form of the weapon Harry has the most experience with. A scythe form is definitely possible, but Harry has just learned how to release his wand.
A couple of facts, strengths and limitations of Harry's released form:
-Harry isn't quite a ghost, nor is he a human in this form. He's kind of a fusion of both. He's more durable in this form against physical damage and magic, but he can still be hurt-It's just harder to do so. Whether he can be killed or not is unknown.
-He'll be able to pull off a few "ghost tricks" after enough practice, such as causing temperature variations around him to make people feel uncomfortably cold or hot, and ghostly sound and visual effects like strange sounds, lights and fog. All useful tools to have in confusing or demoralizing enemies or just for pranks.
-He can turn intangible at will after enough practice, but while he is he can't really affect anything physical or use magic. He has to turn tangible in order to cast spells or hurt someone. Eventually he will learn how to turn some parts of his body tangible while the rest remains intangible, and how to carry people along for rides through solid matter.
-Invisibility is another power available in this form, but the same limitation on casting exists as it does for intangibility. That, and it's harder to maintain than intangibility, as Harry has to consciously focus on staying invisible. As with intangibility, eventually he'll figure out how to extend this protection to others or other things.
-Flight is a significant power, one that requires virtually no effort to master and has lots of applications.
-As a Master of Death, other powers may eventually become available to him in time, such as being able to actually travel to the Underworld, learning how to directly damage souls, able to scan the memories of ghosts, and potentially some necromancy and resurrecting the dead. But again, this stuff is WAY down the road for Harry.
A couple of facts, strengths and limitations of Harry's released form:
-Harry isn't quite a ghost, nor is he a human in this form. He's kind of a fusion of both. He's more durable in this form against physical damage and magic, but he can still be hurt-It's just harder to do so. Whether he can be killed or not is unknown.
-He'll be able to pull off a few "ghost tricks" after enough practice, such as causing temperature variations around him to make people feel uncomfortably cold or hot, and ghostly sound and visual effects like strange sounds, lights and fog. All useful tools to have in confusing or demoralizing enemies or just for pranks.
-He can turn intangible at will after enough practice, but while he is he can't really affect anything physical or use magic. He has to turn tangible in order to cast spells or hurt someone. Eventually he will learn how to turn some parts of his body tangible while the rest remains intangible, and how to carry people along for rides through solid matter.
-Invisibility is another power available in this form, but the same limitation on casting exists as it does for intangibility. That, and it's harder to maintain than intangibility, as Harry has to consciously focus on staying invisible. As with intangibility, eventually he'll figure out how to extend this protection to others or other things.
-Flight is a significant power, one that requires virtually no effort to master and has lots of applications.
-As a Master of Death, other powers may eventually become available to him in time, such as being able to actually travel to the Underworld, learning how to directly damage souls, able to scan the memories of ghosts, and potentially some necromancy and resurrecting the dead. But again, this stuff is WAY down the road for Harry.
Arggghhh... I was hoping nobody would bring that show up. -_- Though comparisons are no doubt unavoidable, I wasn't actually inspired by that show for this. I actually thought that since Neville's wand would be rather Ichigo-inspired in it's released state, that Harry's wand could be similar to Hollow Ichigo to a point. The Boy-Who-Lived and the Possible Boy-Who-Lived having contrasting powers, and Harry becoming the embodiment of what Voldemort fears seemed awesome enough to go in this direction.