'Now, we've got to get you a wand and your presents...' said James
'So, this is the place, you'll pick your owl yourself, Eyelops Owl Emporium...'
After searching for a while, Harry came across a pretty Snowy Owl that caught his eye. He reached out to touch it, just then a hand brushed his...
It had also been reaching for the owl...
Harry turned and saw a pretty girl with bushy, untamed brown hair. Harry noticed she had rather large front-teeth.
She's beautiful, Harry thought, not realising that he was staring.
'Uhm... Hello!' she said shyly.
'Hi!' Harry said dumbly, then he suddenly came back to his senses, blushing, Hermione also blushed...
'Uhm... Do you want that owl?' he said
'Yeah, but if you want you can keep it, do you want that owl?' she said
'Uhm... Yes.' he said
'But you can keep it...' he continued 'I can see it in your face that you want it...'
'No, no... You keep it, I'll get another one...' she said 'Look there's another snowy one...'
'Okay, but if at Hogwarts, your owl is busy, then you can always borrow mine...'
The owl hooted with dignity 'Thanks...' Hermione said, blushing...
'You're Welcome!' Harry said, blushing too.
The love for each other which they'll know later, sprang that moment...
***
'Mum, Dad, Hade, Em, I got it, my owl!'
'All right, we want a cage for this owl...'
'OK' said the shop owner 'Do you want the expensive one or the normal one?'
'What's the difference?'
'The expensive one is stronger, made of silver, no one can steal your owl, only you, your family, except blocked people, like siblings, and one other trusted person can open the cage, the lock's key cannot be forged by a simple gemino charm... It has an undetectable extension charm and has all the space you can think about in it. It has varying forms of landscapes according to the owl's wish. It can get anything inside the cage. The owl treats are the only things that you have to give by yourself. The rest of the food, if the owl wishes it can collect itself in the whole world inside it's cage. The only things that the owl can't get in the world are humans, things that harm it, and Owl treats. The owl can rarely get injured inside it. Over-usage should be avoided otherwise the owl will slowly forget about the dangers in the real world. So, after a certain period of time, the owl will be taken out of the world automatically, and can only re-enter it after a certain period of time. Anytime you or the one other trusted person calls the owl, it will come. The cage is goblin made as well as the key, unbreakable, there's an emergency password, if the owl is stuck inside, it'll give you alarms if your owl is too hungry or thirsty, it'll also give you an alarm if your owl is sick, or wounded...'
'And...' the shop owner added with a wicked grin into Harry's ear 'If someone blocked tries to open it or anyone tries to damage the cage or owl, they will be sucked inside and will keep changing from non-lethal animal to any other. All forms will be non-lethal and cannot harm the owl or cage in any way. If the person is not family and the intent is malicious, the animal will be locked inside the world, and will be scared, they can't be grievously injured or killed, just enough that they will think 100 times before trying to do it. If they are family, like siblings, they will simply be locked and the cage will do what you want to them... Like send an electric zap or two... There'll be no serious harm.'
'Brilliant!' Harry exclaimed.
'So, we'll have the expensive one...'
'That'll be 10 galleons, Lord Potter...'
'Here they are...'
'Now we'd like the best Owl treats...'
***
When they had bought the most expensive luxury quills of all types of feathers, peacock, eagle, canary, etc... and the best and most expensive parchment for Harry along with different luxury inks, even one that changed colour as they wrote, James announced -
'Just Ollivander's left now... to get your wand.'
Harry didn't know why his father seemed proud but tensed too at the prospect of buying him a wand.
'You've got to have the best wand...'
The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.
A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair. Harry felt strangely as though he had entered a very strict library; he swallowed a lot of new questions that had just occurred to him and looked instead at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. For some reason, the back of his neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.
'Good afternoon,' said a soft voice. Harry jumped. And his family must have jumped too...
An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.
'Hello,' said Harry awkwardly.
'Ah yes,' said the man. 'Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter.' It wasn't a question. 'You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work.'
'How does it work now?'
'Very fine, Mister Ollivander' Lily said
Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Harry. Harry wished he would blink. Those silvery eyes were a bit creepy.
'Your father, on the other hand, favoured a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favoured it -- it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course.'
'And what is it's current condition?'
'Oh it quite suits me till now...'
Mr. Ollivander had come so close that he and Harry were almost nose to nose. Harry could see himself reflected in those misty eyes.
'And that's where...'
Mr. Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with a long, white finger.
'I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it,' he said softly. 'Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands... well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do...'
'Hmmm,' said Mr. Ollivander, giving Harry a piercing look. 'Well, now -- Mr. Potter. Let me see.' He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. 'Which is your wand arm?'
"Er -- well, the right one..." said Harry.
'Hold out your arm. That's it.' He measured Harry from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said, 'Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand.'
Harry suddenly realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own. Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.
'That will do,' he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. 'Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave.'
Harry took the wand and (feeling foolish) waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.
'Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try--'
Harry tried -- but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander.
'No, no -- here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out.'
Harry tried. And tried. He had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become. One wand was there, ten and three-quarter inches, vine wood, dragon heartstring of a Hungarian Horntail, which suited him quite well, 'Very close' Mr. Ollivander said in a tone, a Chaser might say if the Quaffle passed touching the rim of a hoop.
'Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere -- I wonder, now -- yes, why not -- unusual combination -- holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple. Powerful, very powerful. After the one that went to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, this is the best wand I've got. The most powerful one...'
Harry took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls. Mr. Ollivander cried, 'Oh, bravo! You seem to have power. Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well... how curious... how very curious...'
He put Harry's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper, still muttering, 'Curious... curious...'
'Sorry,' said Harry, 'but what's curious?'
Mr. Ollivander fixed Harry with his pale stare.
'I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather -- just two others. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother -- why, its brother gave you that scar.'
Harry swallowed.
'Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember... I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter... After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things -- terrible, yes, but great.'
Harry shivered. He wasn't sure he liked Mr. Ollivander too much.
'We need an invisible holster...' Harry said
'No... We need two invisible holsters.' James said
'Why do we need two?'
'You'll soon know...'
'I wonder... if it is being a Potter after Fleamont Potter...'
'Yes...'
Mr. Ollivander emerged with two black holsters.
'And, we need a gold, silver and diamond grip.'
Harry's eyes widened. 'Dad, that isn't necessary...'
He paid 30 gold Galleons for his wand and luxury grip, and Mr. Ollivander bowed them from his shop.
'Dad, what was that being a Potter after Fleamont Potter, what does Granddad have anything to do with it?'
'You'll know... today...'
***
The Potters flooed back from the Leaky Cauldron to the Potter Manor, that evening.
James Potter sat on the sofa and drew a wand, a wand Harry had never seen before...
'The Elder Wand' he said
He put it on the table.
'This, Harry, is the most powerful wand in history... The Elder Wand.'
'So, why are you showing me this? And how do you have it?'
'One of our ancestors, I don't exactly remember who, won this wand from Gellert Grindelwald...'
'But... I heard that Albus Dumbledore defeated Gellert Grindelwald!'
'Yes, he did, but after Grindelwald had been defeated by one of our ancestors, perhaps, 3 or 4 generations before... So, he defeated him, but Gellert Grindelwald still had the wand... So, when Albus Dumbledore defeated Gellert Grindelwald, he knew who was the true owner of the wand... And he came to one of our Manors to give the wand to it's rightful owner... But, he had died. So, then it was passed probably to your Great-grandfather. We don't know. But we know for certain that your Grandfather had it, which was then given to me on my eleventh birthday... Now, I give it to you, on your eleventh birthday. This wand, now belongs to both you and me...'
'So, I-I have o take this to Hog-Hogwarts?'
'Yes, because Voldemort is still out there...'
'But... Dad, you're Head Auror, what if you need it?'
'Harry, this is one of the Deathly Hallows, if a Potter needs it, it will immediately come to the one who needs it the most...'
'As for the Invisibility cloak, I'll gift it to you for Christmas...'
Harry grinned.
***
Hermione Granger entered the shabby shop. There was a pile of a hundred wands, one hundred and twenty-three wands to be precise.
'Ah... Ms. ...'
'Granger, Mr. Ollivander... By the way, why is this pile here...'
'Ah... You see... Famous, young Mr. Potter just left, couldn't find a wand easily that suited him. He tried these one hundred and twenty-three wand, when, the one hundred and twenty-fourth wand turned out to fit him, curious, it is... curious... Now, before I put these wands I'd like for you to try the wands...'
'It took him so many wands to get the perfect wand!' Hermione said.
'Yes, he was quite unique after his parents, and you might take that too...'
'Hmmm,' said Mr. Ollivander, giving her a piercing look. 'Well, now -- Ms. Granger. Let me see.' He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. 'Which is your wand arm?'
"Er -- well, I'm right handed..." said Hermione.
'Hold out your arm. That's it.' The tape measured Hermione from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round her head. As he measured, he said, 'Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Ms. Granger. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand.
Hermione suddenly realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between her nostrils, was doing this on its own. Mr. Ollivander was flitting around, doing nothing but thinking.
'That will do,' he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. 'Right then, Ms. Granger. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. just take it and give it a wave.'
Hermione took the wand and (feeling foolish) waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of her hand almost at once.
'Maple and phoenix feather. Seven and a quarter inches. Quite whippy. Try--'
Hermione tried -- but she had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander.
'No, no -- here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out.'
Hermione tried. And tried. She had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. The shelf wands weren't suiting her at all. So, they tried the pile left by Harry Potter. But the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled out of the pile, the happier he seemed to become. One wand was there, eleven inches, Holly and Phoenix feather, which suited her quite well, 'Very close' Mr. Ollivander said in a tone, a Chaser might say if the Quaffle passed touching the rim of a hoop.
'Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere -- I wonder, now -- yes, why not -- unusual combination -- Vine wood and a dual core, Dragon Heartstring of a Hungarian Horntail and... a Phoenix Feather, ten and three-quarter inches, nice and supple. Powerful, very powerful. After the one that went to young Mr. Potter, this is the best wand I've got. The most powerful one after his wand...'
Hermione took the wand. She felt a sudden warmth in her fingers. She raised the wand above her head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls. Mr. Granger whooped and clapped and Mr. Ollivander cried, 'Oh, bravo! You seem to have power. Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well... how curious... how very curious...'
He put Hermione's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper, still muttering, 'Curious... curious...'
'Sorry,' said Hermione, 'but what's curious?'
Mr. Ollivander fixed Hermione with his pale stare.
'I remember every wand I've ever sold, Ms. Granger. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather -- just two others. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brothers -- why, its brothers were so powerful, the first wand belonged to... He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named...
Hermione swallowed.
'Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. But, the wand is too distantly related to yours. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember... I think we must expect great things from you, Ms. Granger... After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things -- terrible, yes, but great.'
Hermione shivered. She wasn't sure she liked Mr. Ollivander too much.
'And then, just before you came, young Mr. Potter, striding with noble, kind, benevolent, pride. And he got - eleven inches, Holly and Phoenix feather... The same feather, that is in your wand... And we can expect great things from him too, Ms. Granger... In fact, the feather in his wand, is much, much, much closer to yours, far closer than any two wands in the history of Ollivander's far similar than the feather in He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's wand, though Mr. Potter's wand is quite similar to his wand too... You and Mr. Potter, together, can do great things, greater than He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named... Though, you can never, ever, harm each other with these wands...'
Hermione paid seven galleons for her wand and left the shop with something to ponder over...
Harry Potter.
***
A/N - Thank You for reading.