Harry Potter Fan Fiction

Elder wand 2.0

If you read the books, you know that Harry uses the Elderwand to repair his broken one. Well, listen to this: 

It had been years since the battle of Hogwarts and other than a few minor incidents Harry’s life as an auror had been quiet. He and Jeanie were planning their wedding and his best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Grainger Weasley were expecting their first child.  

Ever since that day, the day he had killed Voldemort and repaired his wand with the elder wand, his wand had felt different. Not bad, or wrong, just not the same as it did before it was broken.  

What he didn’t know was, on that day, in that moment in uttering the “repairo” spell, he accidentally passed the elder wand’s power to his own.  

It is a good thing that he did too, because seething away in Azkaban was the wicked Delores Umbridge, before being seized and locked away had discovered a magical artifact, one that would give power that make Voldemort look like a first-year wizard. She just had to wait for her loyal minion to help her, then…. then she would get her revenge on Harry Potter. 

Hermione Backstory

Imagine for a moment, you are muggle parents, you don’t even know the word muggle. The only “magic” you have ever seen is card tricks and the rent-a-magician at a birthday party. Odd things start happening around your toddler, you can’t explain. A baby rattle hovers in the air momentarily; things that are out of her reach seem to appear in her hand suddenly. One day you notice a strange cat lurking around your house and neighborhood. That evening there is a knock on the door. You open it to find an older woman dressed in dark clothes and eyeglasses with small lenses halfway down the bridge of her nose.  

“Hello, I am Professor McGonagall, I have come to talk to you about the strange things happening around your daughter” 

The lady talks for a while and though you are listening, you can’t believe what you are hearing. Hogwarts? Ministry of Magic? Witchcraft and Wizardry?  

Over the next few years this, Professor makes several visits, once coming out of the fireplace! On one visit another older, bearded man comes and introduces himself as Dumbledoor, the headmaster.  

Then it arrives, the formal letter inviting your now 11-year-old girl to spend the entire school year away from home.  

Looking at Hermione’s story from the eyes of her parents would make for a great story. 

Snape

Snape laid there; he had no idea how long he had been there since Harry left his side. He had faked his death to get Harry moving along, but now, now death was coming. His breathing shallower, heartbeat fading. He had fulfilled his mission, and Harry was off to see his memories. He would not die a being known as a traitor, his callus towards Harry, Ron and Hermione would be explained. How could he had shown them any compassion, kindness or love when he had to be Lord Voldemort’s agent. The dark lord would have sensed it, so he had to treat them as if he hated them.  

Was it selfish for him to hope Harry would defeat the dark lord so his name would be cleared. Maybe so, but he didn’t want to die with people not knowing what Dumbledor had asked him to do. The pressure he was under, the immense pain and remorse he felt.  

Death was coming, that was for sure, time to close his eyes and slip away into the darkness. That’s just what he saw, darkness, until everything turned dark gray, then lighter, until it was all white, then settled to a scene, just outside of Hogwarts. He was now leaning against a tree. Was this Heaven? Out of the light came two figures; it was Lilly and James, looking at him with warm smiles. Lilly took a couple steps forward and held his hand placing something small and round in it, He could look into her eyes and see there were so many words the wanted to say, but they didn’t have the meaning or impact for this moment. She just said, “Thank you for saving Harry”. She leaned forward and kissed him on his forehead. James then bent down and held his shoulder. “Thank you for looking after my boy.” 

Lilly and James then turned and walked away. The light faded he was back where that retched snake had bitten him, but the bite marks were gone, the pain was gone, he was breathing, and his heart was pounding. He opened his hand to see what Lilly had put in it. It was the Resurrection Stone.  

He could hear cheering in the distance; he leapt to his feet and ran towards what was left of the castle.  They had won; Lord Voldemort was no more.  

As he walked through the castle, he felt eyes upon him. Did they all know, had Harry told them? Was Harry alive? Soon there was the sound of two hands clapping, he looked for the source and found Harry stepping over rubble toward him. The clapping was followed by more and more. His heart felt warm, and he finally felt the love he had gone without for so many years.