the_debt_of_time

magic. They weren't fit to be wizards. These wands are tainted with Dark Magic. They've
hurt many people and creatures. They were used to capture and enslave. I think it only
right that a free elf be the one to break them and put those evil deeds to rest."
Hermione smiled brightly, ignoring Sirius who was rolling his eyes behind his
godson. Next to Hermione, Ron mirrored Sirius's actions. Luna looked pleased with the
idea, while Dean, Bill, and Fleur all grinned, encouraging the little elf with their smiles.
"Come on, Dobby," Hermione urged. "You're better than those wizards."
"If Harry Potter insists," Dobby said, taking an extremely hesitant step toward the
proffered bundle of finely carved wands, each with a different colour and core, but all with
a history of violence and death. Very slowly, the little elf reached for one wand, a black
wand made of elm that Hermione recognised as Scabior's, the Snatcher who had brought
them to Malfoy Manor.
With initial reluctance, Dobby held the wand between his two small hands and
clenched his eyes tightly shut, looking as though he was waiting for someone to hit him.
When no one made a move, Dobby snapped the wand in half and opened eyes that now
shone brightly in the setting sun. A smile crossed his face, and he let out a loud laugh of
pure glee, jumping in the air and throwing the broken wand to the ground before stomping
on it vigorously.
As though it were his new favourite game in the entire world, the elf eagerly reached
back into the bundle of wands, snapping each one with enthusiasm, laughing and jumping
as each one fell to the ground in an ever-growing pile. Hermione grinned delightedly at the
scene, and once the bundle was gone, Dobby looked around eagerly as if he could find
more if he just tried.
Harry laughed and held a hand out to him. "Thank you, Dobby. You've taken a
great burden off my shoulders."
The elf beamed, taking Harry's hand. "Dobby is always happy to serve Harry Potter,
sir."