Joke Wands

Joke Wands:

“This is it, the end for you, The Chosen One,” Voldemort uttered the last phrase with a sneer. “You have gained 16 years of borrowed time, but in the end, nothing really matters.”

Harry looked frantically right and left, his wand at the ready as he gingerly stepped backwards on his almost assuredly broken leg. Voldemort raised his wand, the words of the killing curse on his lips, and Harry yelled out the first spell that came to mind. “Expelliarmus!”

Voldemort laughed as his wand arched high in the sky. “Thank you for making it easier for me Potter. We wouldn’t want to have a repeat of our last duel, would we?” the Dark Lord teased as he picked up the first wand he saw from the bodies that littered the field.

“Avada Kadavra!” Voldemort yelled out, then looked in surprise at the wand he held. The dark brown wood quickly morphed into a gilded hand mirror, and a fog of green smoke erupted from it, engulfing Voldemort as his final soul was ripped from his body.

“What… the…” Harry muttered, not able to comprehend how Voldemort was killed by his own curse.

“I knew those wands would come in handy some day,” Fred mentioned as he came up to Harry, his arm held close to his body and several open wounds still streaming blood.

“Wonky Weasley Wands, turns the spell back on the caster,” George explained to Harry as he gave the twins a thoroughly perplexed look. “We got the idea from Ron when his wand broke back in his second year.”

“Harry, you did it!” Hermione joined the small group as the remaining Death Eaters vanished in defeat. She threw her arms around Harry’s neck and kissed him soundly on the lips.

“Well, actually, the twins did,” Harry explained, returning his girlfriend’s kiss with one of his own.

“For King and Country, that’s all,” the Weasleys grinned.

As the wizarding world rebuilt from Voldemort’s devastating war, Weasley Wizard Weezes was able to enjoy a new, highly successful catchphrase: “The bane of parents, teachers, and dark wizards everywhere!”