There was a slight rumble in the ground before something eventually dug itself out of his mother's grave and flew into his hand like a magnet. It was a wand. The same wand he had taken off of someone's dead body amidst the chaos of the war. Just before his mother returned his to him. He had hidden it here for no reason really, other than he had no use for it at the time. But he always knew he wanted to hold onto it. Just in case the time came when he might need it.