Chapter 2.4- Doom Days

“Yes, yes. Not like I had anything to do with it. The wand chooses the wizard after all, Mr. Potter. And this one has chosen you indeed.” He said before waving the wand once, and making my head ring with the sound of cannonballs.

“Oh so temperamental. He will not perform any magic. Not even for me. Please do us the honours, Mr. Potter” Ollivander said, handing the wand over to me even as he pretended not to hear the way the room erupted into whispers at that. Potter would never have recognised the significance, but Riddle did. A wand and its maker shared a unique relationship. For a wand to refuse to perform for its maker out of loyalty to its wielder, then it meant they shared a relationship that went beyond the pale.

I held the wand in my left hand, contemplating what I would cast, never even noticing the way Ollivander’s eyes flashed at my grip. In the end, there was only one real choice. Doom would be satisfied with nothing short of knocking the socks off of every single person in the room. There was only piece of magic within the knowledge of both Riddle and Potter that would serve that purpose. While Potter called forth his patronus with memories of his friends and parents, Riddle did the same with thoughts of Hogwarts and the home he had found here. Doom would do neither. There was only one thing that would bring Doom joy beyond joy. True happiness came from freedom. Not family, not friends, not home, those were all chains of a sort and Doom would never be chained. Doom brought up the memory of Potter’s first flight, the first time Riddle realised that none around him could do what he could with a wand, the time he received his first yearly bonus as a Senior associate and knew he’d never need to work a day in his life again. Memories of freedom.

With the wand between my thumb and index finger, I swept it around my head in one smooth motion before pointing it at the end of the room and intoning, “Expecto Patronum”. The pheonix forced stars into the eyes of all that looked upon it as it announced its arrival with a sharp shriek. Of course, patroni could not speak. The noise had come from another. Dumbledore’s Phoenix had flamed into the room at the same time and began to fly with Doom’s patronus, moving around the room in a dance that uplifted the hearts of all around them as one sang and the other echoed.

“Beautiful, beautiful. Simply marvellous. Extraordinary,” Ollivander was the only one who dared break the silence after the song ended.

“Not that it is in any doubt, but I pronounce that this wand is of fine working order and is in excellent condition,” He said to the applause of the room. Applause that put the half hearted clapping that had echoed all previous announcements to shame.

A/N; So many ideas on where to go from here. As for the wand thing, my theory is that Harry’s wand hadn’t just chosen Harry because of who he was but because of the Horcrux in the scar. Now, Doom is both himself and Potter, and Riddle, at the same time. The purest possible version of Riddle even since he has Riddle’s essence up until the Second Horcrux. All these factors come together to mean the wand works better for him than any other. A true match.