As Fate Would Have It

Chapter 1

Harry smiled at his friend's back, appreciation washing away his frustration. "Thank you."

"Go to work already," Draco said dryly and Harry chuckled, walking back into his office.

He walked over to his desk and dropped into the cushy chair to go over orders, inventory, and scheduled consultations. An easy day for him in terms of shop business. Draco was taking care of inventory that day, no orders were set to go out or come in—except for the Kelpie-kitsune hair bugger up—and no consultations were scheduled as it was Luna's day off, meaning it was a workshop day for him.

He stood and, popping his head out the door, said, "I'll be downstairs," to Draco who just waved him off, making him laugh again and shake his head.

He quickly stopped back at his desk to shuffle through the waiting orders and headed through the door in the corner, descending the short staircase into his workshop. He moved to sit on the rolling stool that sat between the two crescent-shaped workbenches, facing the wall of shelves that were filled with glass boxes containing various types of wood. Behind him against the other wall were more shelves, these ones filled with jars of an odd assortment of materials. To his right was a large, long table covered in strange instruments that were used in the various alchemical aspects of his work.

Waving his wand absently to make some music start up in the background, he looked at the willow wand he'd begun working with the other day, examining the carvings that glowed gently as the Hallows' magic began to flow slowly into the forming wand. Magic ready to go, he picked up the black wand with white spiralling around it and began carving.

He'd opened The Arcane Workshop two years after the war in response to the void left in their world in terms of wandmakers. He'd finally fully recovered by then and Hogwarts was finally ready to reopen, only to highlight the distinct lack of wands and wandmakers in Britain, as Ollivander had died weeks after the final battle and his shop, with all his wands, had been burned to the ground with Fiendfyre by still-free Death Eaters.

He'd kind of fallen into the profession more than chosen it. Only a few months after the war ended, Harry had found himself afflicted by a powerful magic seeping out of him, warping and hurting the world around him. He'd, unfortunately, been outside Hogwarts with Ron and Hermione when it had happened. Along with the strange morphing of the grass, the trees, and even the castle rubble, Ron and Hermione had experienced extreme pain, describing an internal tearing and sizzling sensation. He hadn't known what to do, but then he'd been pulled somewhere. Everything around him had frozen and turned grey, a slight fuzz appearing as though he was looking through a nearly, but not quite fully transparent curtain.

Then they had appeared...the Peverells.

The three brothers told him what was happening, that because he'd used all three Hallows at once and then passed through the veil, he'd absorbed the power of the Deathly Hallows. With such power, he could manipulate natural and magical material as well as magic itself. He could manipulate the natural world and people's magic, but also the organic material people were made of. They'd told him that he would need to learn to control the magic, contain it, or he risked ripping the world, people, and the very fabric of reality apart.

So, he'd gone with them to Hallowed Hall, their secret manor hidden and protected behind a Hallow Veil, where he'd resided and studied for a year, learning control and all there was to know about the new powers he possessed. Under the Peverells' guidance, he left Hallowed Hall with the ability to contain the magic and to use it through the conduit of the Hallow Wand—as well as the Hallows themselves in extreme circumstances; the brothers had made sure he knew not to use them too much or he risked being lost to the veil, and not in the sense of simply dying and crossing over—and he'd left Hallowed Hall with the knowledge of applying his magic to wand making.