《I am the Deathly Hallow.》Chapter 2. Don't Fear the Reaper.
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The letter was my invitation to Hogwarts as a first-year student. Apparently, my admission was backed by Albus Dumbledore himself. Dumbledore expressed that I was far too gifted to be left without instruction. This was based on the many magical occurrences that often took place around me. I made these "accidents" occur on purpose. Nothing serious or dangerous, Like making a picnic table in Ottery St Catchpole village float when we were there. This was done to get attention and force the ministry's hand into letting me be sent to school early. Then Dumbledore would likely want to make sure a wizard as gifted as he or more would be sent to his school.
I can't just tell the people that "I am Death and I am here to stop Voldemort". Everyone's always afraid of me especially since... a rumor was spread about me...
"Ugh", I sighed. I hate even thinking about that damned story. Deciding to attend to other matters before that incident gets me further depressed I further examined my acceptance letter from Hogwarts. Handwritten by Dumbledore himself!
Now that my attendance at Hogwarts is guaranteed I check in on my clay constructs to see what they had accomplished. In the back yard, the golems had placed several items under a bush. There were several pieces of animal bone, most of which were worthless or close to. What good is a burnt chicken bone to me? There was however a cat's tail portion of the spine bones that was perfect for what I needed.
Most creatures in this world will freak out in my presence. It's why we don't have a dog in our house. They howl and whimper in my presence. We do have a cat and it likes me a lot. The reason is simple cats are killers with a strong affinity for death. They also seem to worship death on some small level. I smell of pure death and so Mr. Mittens likes me. Thestrals also have a strong connection to me and I am as fond of them as they are to me. Also even I like cats, why? Because aren't they the cutest little murderers you ever did see? Their charisma is stronger than a love potion.
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Mr. Mittens is my mother's cat so I will be getting one of my own later. The Cat's tail bone will serve another purpose. Although, I can cast controlled magic while using a finger as a focal point: a method similar to how magical creatures use their abilities but it limits my powers greatly.
I will need a wand capable of handling my power and even the elder wand I made for Antioch Peverell would not work. It's not that I'm too powerful, especially in my current form. Heck, I'm at .0001 percent right now which is not that abnormal. All wizards start at less than 1% of their potential. It's that all wands have a life of their own and once I put even a trace of my energy into them they will die in some way. What I need is a wand of undeath which is something unthinkable to a mortal.
The reason I need a wand is that I'm no longer a pure magical entity. Being human means playing by mortal rules. When I use magic the way I do now it draws upon the limited source that is within my body. This reservoir will refill and grow but not enough to compete with other wizards. A wand not only focuses and amplifies spells. It also allows them to draw energy from their surroundings. Think of the killing curse "Avada Kedavra". When one casts it with hate the spell draws on that hatred until the caster runs out but when the caster is indifferent and unfeeling like Voldemort they can cast the spell limitlessly. When I was a spiritual and magical entity I was like a drop of water in the ocean. No matter how much I evaporated away there was more water to refill me. Now that I'm contained in a vessel it takes too long to refill. So I must conserve what I have or I will lose a battle of attrition.
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So Olivander won't have what I need and if I go there all his wands will break. I don't want to make a scene so I'll be constructing my own wand. What I need is a Thestrals hair, the cat's tail bones, and some wood couplings for the bone joints made of magical wood. Funny that wizards never realized magical creature bones can be used instead of wood to make wands but I guess it is for the best. They almost made magical creatures extinct because of potion crafting and stupidity. A Thestral hair I can get at the horseless stagecoaches to Hogwarts. The wooden couplings I can get as cheap scraps in Diagon Alley.
For now, I'll just have to fake having a working wand in front of my parents using the method I currently have of casting. Then...
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