The broken wand

Harry's wand is broken during the escape from Godric's Hollow

Extract from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

by J.K. Rowling

‘Where’s my wand, Hermione?’ She was biting her lip, and tears swam in her eyes. ‘Harry ...’ ‘Where’s my wand?’ She reached down beside the bed and held it out to him. The holly and phoenix wand was nearly severed in two. One fragile strand of phoenix feather kept both pieces hanging together. The wood had splintered apart completely. Harry took it into his hands as though it was a living thing that had suffered a terrible injury. He could not think properly: everything was a blur of panic and fear. Then he held out the wand to Hermione.

‘Mend it. Please.’

‘Harry, I don’t think, when it’s broken like this –’

‘Please, Hermione, try!’

‘R – Reparo.’ The dangling half of the wand resealed itself. Harry held it up. ‘Lumos!’

The wand sparked feebly, then went out. Harry pointed it at Hermione.

‘Expelliarmus!’

Hermione’s wand gave a little jerk, but did not leave her hand. The feeble attempt at magic was too much for Harry’s wand, which split into two again. He stared at it, aghast, unable to take in what he was seeing ... the wand that had survived so much ...

‘Harry,’ Hermione whispered, so quietly he could hardly hear her. ‘I’m so, so sorry. I think it was me. As we were leaving, you know, the snake was coming for us, and so I cast a Blasting Curse, and it rebounded everywhere, and it must have – must have hit –’

‘It was an accident,’ said Harry mechanically. He felt empty, stunned. ‘We’ll – we’ll find a way to repair it.’

‘Harry, I don’t think we’re going to be able to,’ said Hermione, the tears trickling down her face. ‘Remember ... remember Ron? When he broke his wand, crashing the car? It was never the same again, he had to get a new one.’ Harry thought of Ollivander, kidnapped and held hostage by Voldemort, of Gregorovitch, who was dead. How was he supposed to find himself a new wand?

‘Well,’ he said, in a falsely matter-of-fact voice, ‘well, I’ll just borrow yours for now, then. While I keep watch.’

Her face glazed with tears, Hermione handed over her wand, and he left her sitting beside his bed, desiring nothing more than to get away from her.


Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

By J.K. Rowling