Lost and Longing.

Ahsoka coug "But in the end, he had the heart of a lion," Harry said, his eyes being drawn to the blank looks of incomprehension on his audience. He shook his head slightly. "It's an animal on my homeworld that was believed to be a symbol for courage. Thus... the heart of a lion, a courageous heart."

"His name was Neville," He smiled a bit and grinned at Ahsoka, "I mentioned him once before. He's the one I introduced to his wives … whose grandmother hated me afterward."

Aayla just looked puzzled, while Ahsoka snickered a bit before she gave the wand a wave and a crater blew up in the ground in front of them. Harry quickly took it and offered it to Aayla who got almost the exact same reaction. "How do you know someone else's… stick will work for us?" Aayla asked after being startled by the response she had gotten from the wand. Despite Harry's demonstration, it was obvious that she found the idea of a Force stick more than a little silly.

"Wand, not stick," Harry corrected again while he rolled his eyes, "And like I told Ahsoka, I don't, but I'm hoping that it will since I don't know where I'd even start harvesting parts for wand cores that might match you."

Harry gave Aayla a penetrating look and then picked up one of the boxes and fished out a wand. "Here, this might fit you. This wand belonged to my sister in all but blood. Loyal, brave. Intellectual." Aayla was looking pleased and surprised at the string of second hand compliments. But then Harry continued.

"She also rarely trusted other people's academic thoughts. Always thought she knew better than those around her. Of course her saving grace was most of the time she did. She asked the most irritating bloody questions on a regular basis." Harry grinned at Aayla. "But once she got the stick out of her arse about authority, which only took a handful life or death situations, she was pretty amazing all around."

Aayla scowled and snatched the wand from his hand before giving the wand a wave sending a bolt of light across the clearing. The light detonated after it left the wand, before it disappeared into the darkness of the forest. "Nope. Darn, thought with that last category, the personality might have fit you perfectly," He muttered while sighing theatrically before diving back into the trunk.

He started going through wand after wand with the two women. The wands themselves had interesting reactions, ones that entertained Harry to no end. A few wands in, Ahsoka caused half of the area around them to burst into flame. Harry extinguished the flames with a wave of his own wand.

Aayla had laughed at Ahsoka, but her humor fell short when the same wand blew her off her feet with a gust of wind.

Wands caused all sorts of reactions, shooting fire, one just started making a loud wailing sound when it was picked up, Another wand did nothing when Aayla waved it, but when Ahsoka waved it Aayla found herself upended as the ground rocked beneath her despite the fact that Ahsoka hadn't waved it in her direction.

That had set both Harry and Ahsoka laughing.

Harry's laughter was cut short as the next wand Aayla waved flipped the trunk and sent it tumbling with him still in it. Aayla and Ahsoka were a little surprised to find that the inside of the trunk was still somehow orderly and wand boxes didn't fly everywhere. Harry wasn't quite so lucky as he tumbled around within the box.

He had grumbled a bit as he brought the trunk back over and stuck it to the ground with a sticking charm, while thanking the unbreakable charms that the box only showed a cosmetic scorch mark.

Harry was gingerly climbing back into the trunk when Aayla finally asked. "Harry, how will we know if one of these s-... wands, matches us?"

"Trust me, you'll know," Harry stated confidently as he looked at her and broke into a wistful smile, "Admittedly, some of these reactions are new even for me, but I'm thinking it's a good sign."

Of course as if his words were prophetic, the reactions from the wands only got more bizarre. Oddly enough they happened when Harry was handing out wands from people whose names he knew. When he handed them a wand from a woman named Luna, different images of creatures that none there could identify briefly flashed into existence before the wand went inert. That one had Harry zoning out thoughtfully as he considered it.

Harry was providing a commentary on the wands from time to time as he handed them out. At least on wands he seemed to know the person. Both Ahsoka and Aayla found the little tidbits he would mention about the people fascinating.

Some comments were very deep and introspective. "That wand belonged to Colin Creevey, excitable kid with the biggest case of hero worship. He loved photography and had a talent for taking pictures and catching the essence of people at emotional moments whether they wanted him to or not." Other comments were less so. "That wand belonged to Seamus Finnegan. He could make anything explode."

Despite her overall doubts, Aayla was very interested in the people Harry mentioned behind the wands, each seemed to give a little insight into him.

However, very quickly an overall theme started to present itself. Every one of the people were spoken of in the past tense or outright said that they had passed on.

Of course surprising reactions occurred when he had them try wands from a pair he called Fred and George, but he wasn't sure which wand belonged to which, as, apparently just like their owners, they were identical. Harry handed those wands over at the same time, and when Aayla and Ahsoka waved those wands the clothing they were wearing promptly disappeared.

Neither of the two women noticed their own predicament initially, as they were completely stunned by the other's appearance. It was only when each of them realized that they were both staring in shock at each other's body's, did the full implication of what had happened sink in.

Aayla looked down first, and immediately let out a scream while she tried and failed to cover herself up with her hands as best she could. Ahsoka did the same before a confused expression manifested itself on her face, she could still feel her clothes, she just couldn't see them.

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