The Empress of Magic

Chapter 125 : It all leads back to one Place

Regulus could do nothing but quietly stare at the Wand carefully handed over to him by Celestia, his amethyst eyes taking in every small blemish and scratch within the well-used wood before moving downwards to inspect the chipping green handle which had seen better days in the past.......

, Red oak, 12.7 inches with a Dragon heartstring core and a wolf claw handle.....' recognized the Slytherin as his thumb traced over his mother's initials which were carved into the bottom of the handle by her own clumsy hand. , ...... How is this possible.....?...'

The last time he had laid eyes upon it or even held it was when his mother was still alive and he was barely out of the infant-sized jumpers his grandmother Elspeth used to knit for him.

His grandfather Orion had helped search for this very Wand in the ruins of what had become McKinnon Manor in the days that followed the ancestral home being burned down by supporters of Voldemort, after the murder of his uncles and grandparents, a few short weeks before the end of the war.

He'd returned home with his grandfather Angus' Wand, and even managed to find the splintered remains of what had once been his grandmother's beloved Spruce Wand, but was not able to return his mother's or her brothers' Wands to him, a fact he blamed himself for still up until his death a little over half a decade later....

The Black Heir had privatley followed after his grandmother Walburga's line of believes in that the Wands had probably been long destroyed even before his uncle Malcolm ( who had been killed first according to the testimony of one of the captured Death Eaters from that day ) had met his untimely end by the hands of Death Eaters and the rest of the McKinnon clan was forced to engage in battle before being captured and mercilessly tortured until their dying breaths.

The flames of the Fiendfyre had simply swallowed what was left in the aftermath of everything and let the remaining pieces of the McKinnon legacy burn.

And yet here his mother's Wand was, spared from having to share its fate with those belonging to the other deceased McKinnon members, looking a little worse for wear but otherwise just as bright and lively as he remembered it being whenever it lay dormant wrapped around a curl of her blond hair......

,, .... Reggie...?..." Celestia's concerned tone of voice snapped him out of his thoughts, his head snapping towards her and seeing the others gazing at him with varying looks of astonishment and concern as they glanced between him and the Wand in his hold.

Remembering her inquiry from earlier the Heir of the House of Black lightly shook his head to get a grip on his emotions and answered with ,, .... I.... don't know how he could have gotten his hands on her Wand.... Up until now I genuinely believed it to have been lost during the attack on McKinnon Manor."

Glances full of silent curiosity and acceptance were exchanged by those surrounding them, Hunter letting out a hum as he briefly let his remaining eye travel across the picture Celestia turned towards him before she pocketed it in her robes.

,, All right everyone keep looking! We're far from done in searching through this office!" instructed the Ravenclaw as Celestia picked up Chrome and brought him closer to the vials neatly stacked across the walls.

,, Do you think you'll be able to fit them into your pockets without breaking them?" asked the half-Veela her faithful companion, the Niffler turning to look at her before focusing on the glowing bottles.

Chrome sniffed them and let his paws grip onto one to turn around and measure. They were made out of a thin sheet of glass, easily breakable and not exactly fit for long term use, but he would be able to carry them around for a few hours with little to no fear of demaging one so long as he stored them away from the more dangerous items stored within his pockets.