A Devil Takes Care of His Own

Chapter 14: The Hunt for the Elder Wand

The night outside the Mikaelson compound was eerily quiet, but inside, the tension was thick with anticipation. Klaus, Elijah, Freya, Kol, and Rebekah sat around the large, oak table in the dining hall, their minds focused on one objective: securing the final Deathly Hallow, the Elder Wand. It was the key to ensuring they had full control in the battle against Dumbledore and Voldemort.

While they already held two of the Hallows—the Resurrection Stone and the Invisibility Cloak—Dumbledore's possession of the Elder Wand made him a dangerous adversary. The Elder Wand was a weapon of unparalleled power, and in the hands of the weakening but still cunning wizard, it was a threat they couldn't ignore.

Freya sat at the head of the table, flipping through pages of an ancient spellbook, her brow furrowed in concentration. "The Elder Wand is unlike any other. Its power doesn't come from traditional magic but from the countless lives it has taken and the bloodshed it has caused. Whoever holds it gains its allegiance—unless it is won from them in battle."

Klaus, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, listened intently. His mind was already working through the details of how to take it from Dumbledore. "So, to wield it, we have to either defeat him or take it from someone who has."

Elijah, ever the strategist, nodded. "Dumbledore's weakened state might give us an opening, but it won't be simple. Despite his age and his declining health, he still commands immense magical power. And we can't forget that he's been manipulating the wizarding world for decades."

Kol, lounging in his chair with a grin, raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting we walk right into his hands and challenge him for the wand? I like a good fight as much as the next vampire, but even I know that Dumbledore's more cunning than he looks."

Rebekah glanced at Kol, her tone sharp. "We don't have a choice. If we want to keep Hadrian safe, we need to control all three Hallows. The Elder Wand is the last piece. With that in our possession, Dumbledore loses his strongest weapon."

Klaus, his voice low but filled with determination, spoke up. "Then we take it. No more waiting. We've allowed Dumbledore and his influence to linger long enough. Freya, what can we do to find him?"

Freya closed the spellbook and looked up at her brothers, her eyes gleaming with the same fierce resolve. "There are ways to track him, but Dumbledore is elusive. His magical wards are powerful, and he moves carefully. He won't be easy to find, but I can cast a locator spell to try and pinpoint his current position."

Elijah nodded, his mind already working through the logistics. "If we can find him, we need to ensure we're not walking into a trap. Dumbledore might appear weak, but he's not without resources. He'll have protections in place."

Klaus pushed away from the wall, his eyes cold and focused. "I don't care what protections he has. Once we locate him, we strike. We'll do whatever it takes to claim the wand and make sure he never threatens Hadrian again."

The Locator Spell

Freya gathered the materials needed for the locator spell—ancient runes, a bowl of water, and a lock of Hadrian's hair. They were going to use Hadrian as the connection, knowing that Dumbledore's obsession with the boy would leave a trace in the magic that surrounded him. Freya, always meticulous in her magic, placed the runes in a circle, pouring the water into the bowl and murmuring incantations under her breath. The air in the room grew thick with the weight of her magic, and a pale glow surrounded the bowl.

Klaus, Elijah, and the others stood silently, watching as Freya worked. The locator spell was powerful, but Freya needed to be precise to avoid triggering any magical wards Dumbledore might have set to protect himself.