As Fate Would Have It

Chapter 1

Returning to the world, Harry found Hogwarts a year away from reopening and Britain severely lacking wands. Thus, he jumped into helping, creating wands using Hallow magic and alchemy with unheard of cores that connected to users in unseen ways, and had veil runes carved that increased all manner of things. Providing a new kind of wand with cores that went beyond unicorn hair, dragon heartstring, and phoenix feather, he swiftly opened his shop in Diagon Alley, becoming the sole wandmaker in Britain and highly sought after from outside countries.

Opening the shop had seemed to set off a whirlwind in the next two post-war years. He'd opened the shop, gotten back together and engaged to Ginny, and, at the end of the second post-war year, had hired Draco. He'd been struggling to run the shop and make wands, and Draco had been struggling in general upon his release from his two years of house arrest in a Ministry-mandated flat. In the third year, he'd married Ginny, adopted his godson, Teddy, when Andromeda died from the curse she'd acquired in the war, and had hired Luna to help with material acquisition and consultations, utilizing her ability to see magical cores.

His life had never quite slowed down the way he'd thought and hoped once the war ended, but it was at least positively busy rather than chaotic with violence and death despite the remaining threat of Death Eaters that had never been captured.

"Harry, Floo call!" Draco suddenly called down to him.

"Who is it?" Harry called back, unwilling to break his focus as he finished the wand carvings and was moving onto creating the wand's core, the bottle of Ice Flames and alchemical instruments waiting.

"Who do you think?"

Harry paused and sighed at the retort. Only one person could cause that tone. "Can you tell her I'm busy?"

Draco barked a sharp laugh that lacked any true humour. "You're hilarious if you think I haven't already tried that."

Harry sighed again. "Alright, I'm coming."

He gave the bottle of Ice Flames and the glowing wand a long look, disappointed to have his work interrupted. Running a hand through his hair, he placed the Hallow Wand on the table and got to his feet, heading upstairs where he walked over to crouch in front of the fireplace in his office.

"What's up, Ginny?" he asked, trying to keep his irritation out of his voice. "I'm busy."

"And I'm not?" Ginny shot back, making Harry lift his eyes to the ceiling. "My job is why I'm calling. We found something in Mysteries and you need to get down here."

"Why?" Harry asked, confused.

"Kingsley's orders," Ginny told him, clearly annoyed in her disagreement of Kingsley wanting to call for Harry. "I thought we should just get rid of it and not tell you, but he disagreed so get down here right now."

Harry frowned. "Tell me what?"

"You'll see and I'm sure you'll agree with me," Ginny said, confidently and dismissively. "Would you come down already?"

Harry rubbed his brow in growing agitation, that tension headache making a swift return. "I'm at work, Gin, I've got the shop. I can't just leave."

"Yes, you can," Ginny argued. "That's what Malfoy's for, isn't it?"

He let his head fall back as he rolled his eyes to the ceiling. She'd always been dismissive and upset over Draco's presence. "I'm in the middle of a wand."

"Harry, you know I hate hearing about your freaky death magic," Ginny snapped and Harry's jaw clenched as his chest tightened. "Get the hell down here."

The Floo closed before Harry could say anything else, the green flames disappearing to leave behind cold black coals. Harry stood, staring at the empty fireplace, clenching and unclenching his fists to control the rage that had his heart pounding and his Hallow magic darting around inside him aggressively. Despite his anger, it was easy to make the Hallow magic settle since the emotion wasn't blinding and overwhelming.