Propped up against the back right corner of the vault was an object that really caught Harry’s eye. A gigantic sword, taller than Harry and almost as wide glinted in the dim light of the vault. That big, oversized hunk of black and silver metal was practically calling him. At Harry’s current fourteen-year-old height the enormous sword was much longer than he was tall, and yet Harry knew he just had to have it. The sword seemed to be calling to Harry, drawing him closer like someone would when calling out to their friend to come. Harry happily obliged and reached out for the weapon, grabbed the hilt and pulled.