the_debt_of_time

A small crowd had gathered on the front porch to watch as Harry continued trying
to disarm Sirius. Draco's reasonably springy hawthorn wand obeyed him with ease as
though it were his own. Sirius had lucked into finding his original wand among the others
they had brought back with them from Malfoy Manor; it had likely been picked up by
Snatchers picking through Godric's Hollow after Christmas.
"No, I need this wand," Harry insisted as he threw up a shield to block a Binding
Curse that Sirius sent his way. "Ollivander said it's mine, at least for right now. Its allegiance
changed the moment I disarmed Malfoy. The wand chooses the wizard. I can't explain it—
Ow!" He grimaced at Sirius, who had grazed his leg with a mild Stinging Hex. "For the
time being, I need this wand."
"And break the rest?" Hermione double-checked Harry's instructions.
"Yes, Hermione. Those wands belonged to Death Eaters and Snatchers. Break
them and be done with it all."
"Gladly." Hermione handed the bundle to Ron, keeping one wand in her hands.
With a vengeful flutter in her chest, she snapped Bellatrix Lestrange's wand clean in
half and then used her own wand to set the pieces on fire. Feeling a bit more reinvigorated,
Hermione grabbed back for the bundle of wands and held it out to Dean and Luna, offering
them each the opportunity to select one as their own, since their wands had been stolen
and possibly destroyed upon their capture. Once they had chosen, she moved to snap the
remaining wands all in one go.
"Wait!" Harry shouted. "Sirius! Pause! I have a better idea. Dobby!"
The small elf appeared with a loud crack, looking up at Harry Potter with a bright
smile. "The Great Harry Potter calls for Dobby?" His tennis ball-sized eyes glanced around
at the gathered crowd, giving them each a smile, his ears flapping as a soft breeze blew
across the front porch.
"Dobby, I would like you to break these wands," Harry said, snatching the bundle
from Hermione and handing it to the elf.
"Harry Potter wants.. ." Dobby's eyes doubled in size. He immediately began
shaking his head. "No, no, no... elves are not to touch the wands of wizards. Mustn't,
mustn't." He looked around the porch, nervously wringing his hands.
"Dobby, don't you dare hurt yourself," Harry cautioned the elf who began to shake.
"Dobby, these wands did not belong to wizards. They belonged to weak men who abused