The book was heavy enough to bruise a rib if dropped wrong — bound in ancient leather so dark it seemed to swallow light. The title shimmered in silver ink:
The Peverell Family GrimoireProperty of the True Heir of Death.
My hands trembled as I opened it — and a folded note slipped out.
Congratulations on making it to Hogwarts.Consider this a reward for not dying.— God
I rolled my eyes. "What a thoughtful psychopath."
But the gift itself?This was power. Raw, forbidden, history-shaking power.
Spells lost to time. Rituals that would make Voldemort weep.And at the heart of it all…
Knowledge of the Deathly Hallows.
My eyes locked immediately on the Elder Wand.
Because right now? I had no wand.And Middle-earth wasn't a world where you survived long without one.
Crafting Begins
Wandmaking wasn't just carving wood and stuffing a core inside. It was:
• Material power — wood with ancient magical resonance• Core compatibility — essence bound to soul and intent• Runic foundation — precision, enchantment, purpose• Alchemy — potions and infusions strengthening every fiber
I studied until my vision blurred.
Fortunately, Hogwarts — this Middle-earth version of it — had everything I needed nearby:
✔ Elder trees✔ Magical creatures✔ A flock of Thestrals✔ My own phoenix familiar
Thank the bored Omnipotent Maniac for that.
I practiced first with lesser materials — dozens of carved failures.Snapped shafts, exploding grips, runes that caught fire.But skill grew, and instinct guided me more with every attempt.
Carving wood felt natural.Phoenix feather synergy felt right.
The castle seemed to watch… approving.
A Name Reborn
The more I studied, the more a truth burned in my blood.
I wasn't just someone who rolled into the Peverell lineage.Magic recognized me.The wards answered me.The Grimoire obeyed me.
So I made it official.
"Ignotus Peverell," I whispered into the empty library.
A name chosen for:
Protection against name-binding curses
My true bloodline
The legacy of the brother who cheated Death— and hopefully would help me cheat Sauron
The air shimmered.Magic accepted the name.
I was now Ignotus Peverell — heir to the first master of the Invisibility Cloak.
The Temporary Wand
In an empty classroom, lit only by moonlight and a hovering Lumos, I began the true work:
Elder woodFawkes' feather
A combination worthy of legends — though still only a temporary precursor to the real Elder Wand.
I carved intricate runes from the Grimoire into the wood — binding fire, rebirth, protection, and the ancient will of the forest.
The feather pulsed with heat and life as I merged it into the core. Magic flared — bright, wild, and hot enough to burn away my breath.
For a second, pain surged through my arm—then power settled, thrumming like a heartbeat.
The wand hovered in the air, gleaming silver-gray.
It chose me.
I reached out, and it leapt into my hand.
Warm.Alive.Perfect.
I whispered the first spell that came to mind:
"Lumos."
Brilliant light exploded outward, flooding the room like sunrise.
I laughed — an uncontrollable, bubbling sound that echoed off the stone walls.
For the first time since arriving in this world—
I felt like a wizard.
A real wizard.
Not just the heir of impossible talent…
But the one who would shape the fate of Middle-earth.