Harry Potter The wand chooses the wizard

Megaolix · Nov 23, 2008

Each time I hear Master of Death, I think of Gig...

Hey, Gig can attach his scythe on his arm to fight. His arm literally becomes the scythe. Will Harry do that?

Prince Charon · Nov 23, 2008

This is good. Siriusly.

Halcyon7 · Nov 23, 2008

@Prince Charon : QFT.

I'm sorry, but I just can't get a single idea out of my head, and that's Neville's command phrase/release phrase, being

"THIS! IS! HOGWARTS!" :lonegunman: ...before yanking out something with a name in some other language that meant Snake Slayer.
:yay:

And Harry...hmm. Persophone, Goddess of the Underworld, right? Unwillingly taken against her will by Hades and forced to spend six months there for eating six pomegrantes, daughter of Demeter, Goddess of the Harvest, right?

Well, I know everyone hates a party pooper, but there IS this prophecy out there, and as much as we'd like to pretend it doesn't exist, it does. And if Voldemort knows about zan-...wand releasings, then it's not exactly the power he knows not, is it?

Let's stop the Dumbles bashing for a single second and go back to what he said. Love is the power Voldemort knows not, right?

Then let's have Aphrodite as his wand! :angel: The living embodiment of passion as his inner spirit, make for a great smutfic. It's what he's been most deprived of, and hence, what he needs most. Which is why she chose him.

And the more friends he makes (Read : girls he adds to harem), the more powerful he gets.

He could not find out his wand's name until the very end, and just keep getting these wierd jumps in power he can't understand when girl's start falling in love with him, because he's supporting everyone else and not getting bitter when they get their wands to spit their names out and he doesn't.

Andrew Joshua Talon · Nov 24, 2008

It's not Dumbledore bashing. It is simply an interpretation of the powers of Harry's wand based on the whole Deathly Hallows "Master of Death" thing. Though Aphrodite would also be epic as a wand. I leave it in the hands of those who wish to write it that way. I'll stick with Persephone, Queen of the Dead, who feels that Harry should have a large harem.

What can I say? Hollow!Harry is cool.

Teshirath · Nov 25, 2008

Andrew Joshua Talon said:

You know, there could always be the twist that the Killing Curse left a large enough void in Harry's soul that... something else, could develop in there. Like a Hollow.

If only because the image of Harry and a negative version of Harry fighting over Persephone and then deciding to share at the end is awesome....

Reader458 · Nov 25, 2008

Teshirath said:

Andrew Joshua Talon said:

You know, there could always be the twist that the Killing Curse left a large enough void in Harry's soul that... something else, could develop in there. Like a Hollow.

If only because the image of Harry and a negative Female version of Harry fighting over Persephone and then deciding to share at the end is awesome....

Fixed!

Dark Z · Dec 10, 2008

Andrew Joshua Talon said:

wow... Thats an obscure refrence...A song from an opera performed in a cartoon,mentioned for all of 20 seconds...

Ron's not all that good at investigating, but he's a wonder at strategy... Therefore, he must be a White Knight.

The Other kind of Knight is usually refered to as a great detective.

Andrew Joshua Talon · Dec 10, 2008

Dark Z said:

Andrew Joshua Talon said:

wow... Thats an obscure refrence...A song from an opera performed in a cartoon,mentioned for all of 20 seconds...

Ron's not all that good at investigating, but he's a wonder at strategy... Therefore, he must be a White Knight.

The Other kind of Knight is usually refered to as a great detective.

Well, it was an awesome episode, and series. ^_^

And yes, Ron is a White Knight.

Typhonis · Dec 10, 2008

Depends on your interpretation. Persephone could have planned it out. Hades DID give her the Furies as handmaidens.

Halcyon7 · Dec 12, 2008

Screw Furies, man. Perspherone is the goddess of the seasons, basically, since Demeter basically gets happy when she's back and makes spring, and then gets sad when she leaves for the Underworld and fades to autumn and winter. Why not use that? The power to give life and take it away...If it smells epic, walks epic, and talks epic, then it's probably epic win. :yay:

And being the daughter of the goddess of the harvest has to have some perks. Can anyone say, Kurama!Harry? Rose whip and all that bullshit? Making plants grow (and since there's the Queen of the Dead factor), not just grow, but grow DEMONICALLY.

HaudNomen · Jan 27, 2009

Yes, I know this is necroing. Feel free to kill me and defile my corpse later, but right now I have ideas to share.

Numero A: I'm not sure how or why this popped into my head, but I suddenly had a vision of Harry using a Blitzball Ó la Wakka of Final Fantasy X fame.

Numero B: Again, not quite sure how this would work, but...The wand would be The Staff of Magius and the spirit would either be a Raistlin analogue, or Raistlin himself.

Numero C: I thought of this upon reading AJT's ideas on the connection with death. Abhorsen's bells. They could start out as the panpipes if you think the bells are to strong. The spirit would have to either be Mogget, and/or his true form, Yrael.

Numero D: This ones for Voldemort. Christopher Carrion's Nightmare BowlÖ. Just let it sink in for a second...Yeah...

Numero E: Again Voldemort, but this time humor/crack. Captain Bravo's Silver Skin. Just imagine this exchange...

Voldemort: Tell me your name!

Bravo: I can't.

Voldemort: Why not!

Bravo: Because... it's cooler that way!!!

Voldemort: ...

Was that epic, or what!?!

Numero F: I thought of this when someone mentioned how Harry and Voldemort's wands are "Brothers". The Ten Commandments and Decalogue, from Groove Adventure RAVE.

And finally Letter 7: Just to change things up, here's one for Ginny. Hayasaka ?ka's Angel Gozen. More for the Alter Ego than the damage transfer arrow things.

pfeil · Feb 1, 2009

ten20 said:

Dementors, anyone?

Lord of Bones · Feb 3, 2009

Here's a thought: how exactly would the bankai (or the equivalent thereof) of the characters manifest themselves? Here're my thoughts:

Harry: Fathomless, billowing black robes with deep hood; scythe; black wings; glowing green eyes. Necromantic powers.

Ron: Shining white platemail; lance. Powers unknown.

Hermione: I'm not really sure. For humor purposes, she could be forced into a Maeve-esque outfit, much to her mortification - and Harry's delight. Powers unknown.

Thoughts? Suggestions for other characters?

Also, there should really be a snippet just for the Hermione scene. Really.

Lord of Bones · Feb 3, 2009

Also, before I forget...

Luna: Not sure. Something to do with madness, I suppose.

MonCappy · Feb 8, 2009

RockLeeTheAwesome said:

This was a very enjoyable snippet. I do want to make one comment, though. It would be interesting if Crabbe and Goyle were not nearly as stupid as they are usually portrayed but basically pretending to be nothing more than muscle. What better disguise to hide behind than that of a mindless thug.

Andrew Joshua Talon · Feb 8, 2009

Lord of Bones said:

Alice in Wonderland.

Chilord · Jan 8, 2010

I wrote this after reading through the thread and talking to AJT. He bugged me to post it here, so any complaints of Necroing, send em his way.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co belong not to me.

Notes: Ugh, dammit, this is what I get for reading old stuff done by AJT

-o-o-o-

Drip.

It was the first thing he noticed, the first thing he sensed. The quiet sound of a single drop hitting the black sea in front of him rushed hungrily to his ears. He felt it, the way it seemed to send the same ripples through him that it did the ones smooth as glass surface that seemed to shine like polished onyx.

Fear was the next.

It clutched at his chest, digging deep, tearing into him without remorse or mercy. Everything was darkness and shadow all around him, save for the slightest sliver of a moon, hanging almost invisible over head, and dying against the choking surge of darkness. Thick, oily and viscous as it clung like putrid slime to his body, weighing him down, pulling him into the pool he found himself surrounded in.

Then, the memories came.

Splintered moments at first. A flash of surprise on a familiar face, that changed into the empty gaze of glazed over death. Pain, flashing across his hand. Scales, so many, glistening against the laughter of a boy, twisted by his own selfish hungers.

Then they melted and bled into longer, drawn out moments. Faces, pain, emotions, sensations. Stronger and stronger as the memories came again, and again, assaulting him like nothing heÆd ever imagined before. Everything heÆd ever endured, everything heÆd ever faced, stabbing like the barking report of machine gun fire into the depths of his mind.

How easily you falter.

The words themselves crashed into him with a glacial disdain as they ground down into him, forcing him to search around, eyes wild, fighting against the onslaught of memories being forced through his mind. And immediately, a new sensation joined them. Anger.

ôWhat in MerlinÆs nameà?!ö

Calling out the name of a dead man will do you no good here, Harry Potter. Crawling in the dark, hiding, crying like the pitiful little creature you are.

He could feel the sneer in the voice as it again, slammed down on him like a crashing wave from all sides as he struggled against his buckling knees. ôWho are you?! What do you want?!ö

Want? Do you think a little thing like you could offer me anything, hmmm? No. This isnÆt about want, not at all.

The words burned into him, an acidic touch of scorn as the thing, whatever it was, spoke. ôThen, why the bloody hell am I HERE?!ö

WeÆre dying, foolish little child. That thing, that abomination, has invaded us, forced itself into us, and soon, there will be nothing left.

ôWe?ö That sounded soà different, so off as he paused, the sensations, the darkness, slamming into him again, as he could feel every loss, every pain, every drop of darkness dragging him down, as he could feel an icy chill of weariness clutching stronger and stronger at his limbs. ôDyingà?ö

And here you are, standing there, dumbfounded like a gaping little minnow before the serpentÆs maw. How does it feel, to die as something so insignificant? To end as nothing more than a pawn, a toy, a puppet, a little piece on the board, moved about by every hand but his own?

Harry paused a moment, before his lips actually twitched just a bit, while a soft, wooden chuckle escaped his lips, as he stared back out into the darkness, for a moment as he let the memories slide off of him. ôAm I supposed to know how it feels to be anything else?ö

For a moment, there was silence, nothing to answer him back as he could feel another rising surge of those aching, burning memories rising to batter him again. Then, he heard it again, softer now, the tone, a quite mournful thing, like a dirge in the night.

Yes, you are. You are supposed to be the hand, not the sword. You are supposed to be the Master, not the servant. Yet, here we are trapped and drowning in a pool of filth forced upon us.

ôAnd if thatÆs who IÆm supposed to be. What about you?ö The words hissed past his lisp as he would narrow his eyes, feeling how they seemed to know, to face, exactly where the voice came from. Knowing, exactly where it was.

Me? I was supposed to be your salvation. But, youÆve almost thrown me aside, neglected me, looking at me only when another forced you to, never on your own. I waited for you, Harry Potter. To come to me, to know me, to embrace me. But instead, you were content to fall into the arms of others, letting them guide you, relying on them, and only, oh so rarely on me.

There was a pause, before suddenly, the voice was triumphant, crowing out as it spoke, filling him with a warmth that wrapped around him like almost nothing heÆd ever felt before.

But when you did! Oh, how glorious it was! To run free, to be unleashed, to feel those few, rare moments where you allowed yourself to stand on your own merits, your own strength!

ô...What are you...?ö The words again fell past his lips, and in an instant, the warmth fled him, leaving him suddenly cold, so acutely aware of the oily filth clinging to him, dragging him deeper and deeper.

You should already know.

ôWell, I bloody don't!ö Again the anger came, as he began to struggle, fighting back against the darkness, against the filth against the cold, slow fall into the shadow. ôI've never heard you!ö

I've whispered to you, I've called to you, I've screamed at you, I've cried for you! I've begged you, again and again! But you never listened! I've been there, EVERY moment of your life! I've SAVED you, but you DARE to tell me you don't know me?! That you've NEVER HEARD ME?!

ôI HAVEN'T!ö Harry snarled then, his body struggling, fighting back against the muck and filth as he could feel it, suddenly seeming to come alive, fighting back fighting to pull him deeper, to swallow him whole, even as he could feel the defiance building up inside of him. ôDon't you think I WANTED someone to talk to?! SOMEONE TO BE THERE?! Someone that would NEVER leave me?! I NEVER HEARD YOU!ö

Well, you can hear me now. What're you going to do about it?

ôAre you going to tell me what you are?!ö The boy growled softly, even as he could feel the tension growing, the muck, the filth pulling him deeper, lashing against him, dragging him down. ôOr is this just some kind of sick little game to you while you watch me die?!ö

You know what I am. Realize that, and you have a chance to save us both. Light up our darkness, Harry Potter. Stop running from the truth of who you are.

ôAnd what the bloody hell is that?!ö

Why, Hagrid told you the first day you met him. You're a wizard, Harry Potter.

Suddenly, it clicked, and in that instant, the sliver of the moon the waxing light of the moon overhead, froze, before suddenly, the remaining sliver of light fought back against the coming darkness. In an instant, there was no longer the barest sliver of light, as the moon waned visibly before him. And in that instant, she was revealed.

She was beautiful in a way he couldn't put words to. Her hair, falling like a flowing rainbow past her shoulder each strand a different color, as her eyes glowed in an ever shifting sea of hues. For that moment, nothing else seemed to exist, before he finally put his realization to words.

ôYou're... my magic.ö Instantly the sinking tug cased, as he could feel it, flowing down retreating from his skin, from his body as he stared into her eyes.

Indeed. Now... Say my name, and you'll never be alone again.

-o-o-o-

ôYou've...ö The sound of Voldemort's voice, rippling arrogantly past Harry's lips was cut short as his eyes suddenly widened in shock. ôNo... NO!ö

Albus Dumbledore could only stare in shock as Harry suddenly pushed himself up, his eyes burning emeralds once more as he stared defiantly into the Hall of Mysteries around them. Then, the boy's voice spoke up in a firm whisper. ôIlluminate my path in shadows, and light my way through the darkness... Ceridwen!ö

The air rent with a scream as suddenly Voldemort was expelled, violently from the body he'd forced his way into, and from the soul he'd tried so desperately to snuff out. For a moment, as the air quivered before as a dark mist flowed off Harry's body. As the boy slowly came to his feet, his eyes, hard, he stared angrily as it formed into the shocked, outraged face of Voldemort.

ôYou're a fool, Harry Potter!ö The words, hissed past the thing that had once been a man's lips as he glared back at the boy in pure, venomous hatred.

And in that instant, as his wand rose up to strike, the magic pouring out of Harry suddenly cocooned itself around in like a protective shield, before suddenly exploding outwards, blasting the dark wizard backwards off his feet. As he righted himself, his eyes suddenly blurring, the world around him spinning, Voldemort could hear the boy's voice piercing through the air. ôNo, Voldemort, I'm a wizard.ö

As his eyes again fell into focus, the Dark Lord could only stare in absolute shock at the boy he'd so effortlessly struck down only moment's before. Little had changed physically, he still bore the scrapes and wounds of battle, but now, a white jacket hung about his shoulders, plain save for the eight colored lines intertwining up his sleeve, red, green, blue, yellow, black, bronze, silver and gold. Behind that jacket, wings of crimson and gold feathers stretched out, almost glowing in the dark lobby of the Ministry, with the boy's wand pointed directly at him.

ôAnd we're not done.ö A blast golden magic blasted out from his hand, flowing through the wand, filling it until it too almost seemed ready to explode with it's energy, before an eruption of eight balls of glowing, golden light shot out, arching like claws through the air before each of them raced towards Voldemort.

Snarling in fury, the Dark Lord quickly switched through his shields. Batting away, deflecting, or absorbing the powerful spheres of magic. Buckling against the force, the man hissed back in fury even as he rose back to stand tall, proud as his eyes stared back into the boy's. ôSo it would seem.ö

ôHave you forgotten already, Voldemort?ö Harry cocked his head to the side, his eyes burning with magic, before he suddenly slashed his arm, sending a cutting line of blue energy sweeping like a blade, slashing towards the man's head. ôYou're supposed to bow.ö

Ducking beneath the blade, Voldemort was forced into a semblance of the pose Harry had described, before rising up, his eyes burning even hotter as he ignored the sounds of the various floo entrances suddenly coming active, spewing out people as he sent a sickly purple blast of light back at Harry in response. ôSo kind of you to remind me, BOY!ö

The tip of the glowing wand rose up, at that last instant, catching against the smell and batting it aside as it crashed into the fountain before he flicked his wand downwards, a spell splashing into the stone floor between them as suddenly pebbles spewed forth, rocketing towards Voldemort. ôAlways happy to be of service.ö

A hiss of anger burned through the thin, pale lips as a shield quickly rose up, deflecting the pebbles back at Harry, who merely shielded himself with a wing, before batting the rest of the stones aside.

It was then that a new, trembling voice rose through the air. ôHe's... He's back... He's HERE!! AURORS!ö

As Fudge squealed, Voldemort turned his head, for only an instant, before twisting out of the way of another slashing blue blade of energy from Harry's wand. Growling in frustration, the man's eyes burned back towards the boy. ôAnother time then, Potter.ö

ôTime that's running out for you, murderer.ö Harry growled back, even as he watched Voldemort vanish into a cloud of dust, and disperse.

As the rest of the assembled Ministry staff stared in absolute shock, Dumbledore finally found his voice again as he stared back at the boy. ôHarry... What happened...?ö

ôIsn't it obvious, Professor?ö Harry grinned, his head cocking slightly to the side. ôI found my magic.ö

-o-o-o-

Based on how wands are in the Harry Potter universe, I couldn't quite see wands working along the zanpukto lines like was described earlier in the thread. Instead, I thought about something that already was a part of them, their whole lives. Their magical cores as it were. The essence of their magic. I got some ideas on where to go from here, stealing some from AJT, and a few of my own.

We'll see what I can do with it.

And again, any complaints of necroing go to AJT.

Prince Charon · Jan 9, 2010

Interesting, that. :hail: :yay:

Ina_meishou · Jan 9, 2010

Indeed, though the fact that the other wizards didn't know what was going on was a bit odd.

Smacked of the typical "Harry finds some magic that nobody has ever seen before/hasn't been seen for a thousand years and instantly starts dominating all his fights."

Chilord · Jan 9, 2010

Nah, not exactly. More sudden surge and riding on the high... It is something that has been lost though.

He took Voldemort by surprise, after throwing him out of his body. Voldemort was off balance and weakened. Plus... It's Harry, so he's not going to be able to pull things off like he did immediately. He doesn't know HOW he did what he did, which means he doesn't know how to do it again.

And Ceridwen... Well, as she admits in the next part, she's a bitch.

Plus, I'm playing on the idea of this spreading. Not just to the good guys either. So, no magic gun.

Ina_meishou · Jan 9, 2010

Chilord said:

Nah, not exactly. More sudden surge and riding on the high... It is something that has been lost though.

He took Voldemort by surprise, after throwing him out of his body. Voldemort was off balance and weakened. Plus... It's Harry, so he's not going to be able to pull things off like he did immediately. He doesn't know HOW he did what he did, which means he doesn't know how to do it again.

And Ceridwen... Well, as she admits in the next part, she's a bitch.

Plus, I'm playing on the idea of this spreading. Not just to the good guys either. So, no magic gun.

fair enough

whitewhiskey · May 22, 2010

Andrew Joshua Talon said:

The problem with Luna's is it should reflect her free spirit with hints of the madness that goes slightly beyond the norm even for the wizarding world. I think the spirits form would be acceptable as perhaps the Cheshire Cat, but the shape the wand itself takes shouldn't be set, but rather formless and shifting, like a liquid that could shift into what she desires, be it a blade, a sheild, a whip or anything else, although such a weapon might be difficult to maintain against fire spells, or difficult to change with cold ones.

wingthesword · May 22, 2010

whitewhiskey said:

Andrew Joshua Talon said:

The problem with Luna's is it should reflect her free spirit with hints of the madness that goes slightly beyond the norm even for the wizarding world. I think the spirits form would be acceptable as perhaps the Cheshire Cat, but the shape the wand itself takes shouldn't be set, but rather formless and shifting, like a liquid that could shift into what she desires, be it a blade, a sheild, a whip or anything else, although such a weapon might be difficult to maintain against fire spells, or difficult to change with cold ones.

Before you all yell at whiskey this is technically not a necro because he posted something relevant although he should have noticed that nobody's posted here for a little over a year.

whitewhiskey · May 22, 2010

wingthesword said:

whitewhiskey said:

Before you all yell at whiskey this is technically not a necro because he posted something relevant although he should have noticed that nobody's posted here for a little over a year.

Actually, it was just a few months ago in January.

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