I guess I need to head to pick up supplies for my prison. He thought, taking a second look at the supply list that the Professor had left him. Question everything. That's going to be the watchword for my time there.

Getting out of bed he opened his closet and chose his clothes for the day. Comfortable black dress pants, a white shirt, silver vest, and finally a black blazer trimmed in silver. The final piece was a green cravat, meticulously placed so that the faint silver threads would shine in certain light. Hmmmm open robe or no? He thought running his hand along the black robe in the back of the closet. Considering that I'm a half-blood did Minerva really expect me to not know anything about the local magical society? Or was Dumbledore hoping for a downtrodden boy that would cling to his every word. Well he's going to be sorely disappointed if that's what he was hoping for. No robe.

Decision made he grabbed several vials filled with iron sand, and placed them into his pocket. Going down the stairs he saw his aunt at the stove. "Hello Aunty."

She froze at his voice. "Good morning."

"I'll be requiring a simple breakfast. Tea and an assortment of biscuits. Tell Vernon that I'll be going to London for the day, and that unless he wants me to teleport myself there, he'll drive." Harry said sitting down at the table and opening the newspaper.

"He can't drive you." Petunia said hesitantly, as she placed his breakfast in front of him.

"Oh why not? You haven't even asked him." He asked raising a single brow at her as he lowered the morning paper.

"He's sick in bed."

"Drag his fat arse out of it. Being sick didn't stop you from making me earn my keep. Tell him that the only reason that I haven't killed him is that with his terrible health his life insurance wouldn't even cover the funeral. However my magnanimity isn't infinite and he might get in his car one day only to find that the brakes don't work. What's left of him will go into a plain pine box in an unmarked grave." He grinned as she rapidly lost color. Snatching up a biscuit he placed it into his mouth, savoring the berry flavor that burst on contact with his tongue.

Washing it down with a sip of tea, he asked. "Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to tell him my ultimatum?"

She hurried out of the kitchen, sidestepping Dudley whose arms hung limply. "Hello cousin." Harry sneered, enjoying the rush it gave him as his cousin froze when hearing his voice. "Oh calm down. It's not like you've done anything to make we want to harm you today."

Dudley was still tense, having heard those exact words many times before.

"But then again you never needed a reason to make me miserable." Harry said tapping a finger to his chin. "Luckily for you I'm in a good mood."

His cousin didn't need to hear anything else, as he ran out of the kitchen towards the door. There was no school so he'd probably be spending his time with the other neighborhood bullies. It didn't matter to him; they had learned long ago to leave him alone.

Finishing his food, he headed to the sitting room. "Vernon you inept fool, I know with your massive girth that running is impossible, but if you're not down here in 30 seconds I'm going to walk into the middle of the street and teleport myself to the alley." He didn't scream or even raise his voice. Doing such a thing was crude and barbaric, a mark of the uncultured swine. At least that was what he had been taught by his cousin's parents. Yet his voice carried throughout the house.

Exactly 23 seconds later Vernon came barreling down the stairs so fast that Harry was surprised his forward momentum didn't cause the walrus of a man to topple over.

"Go back upstairs." He said seeing the twitchiness of the man, as well as his labored breathing. "In your current state you're more likely to drive us off the road then get us there safely."

Stepping outside the house he held up his hand, channeling a bit of magic through his arm. With a bang a large purple triple decker bus appeared in front of him, as he stumbled back from the concussive force of its arrival.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, transportation for the stranded witch or wizard. My name is-"

"The Leaky Cauldron." Harry said brushing past the man and flicking him a galleon. As it was still day there were chairs instead of beds, unfortunately wizards lacked the common sense to anchor the chairs onto the floor with a sticking spell. "You can keep the change if you apply a sticking charm to my chair."

Taking a seat in the largest of the chairs, the conductor hastily cast the required spell before saying, "Take her away Ern."

5 minutes later that bus came to a jarring stop in front of the Leaky Cauldron, depositing one very annoyed wizard. Sparks danced along his fingers as he smothered the desire to see what a plasma bolt would do to the vehicle.

"Should've just teleported." Harry grumbled, entering the pub and brushing past Tom, the Barkeep. Tap,Tap,Tap,Tap,Tap. Knocking on the brick the wall reformed itself into a gateway into Diagon Alley.

His first stop was Gringotts, where he immediately saw a Muggle-Born girl, trying to talk to one of the surly goblins. Contrary to popular belief acting nice to one of them wouldn't gain you any favor. They were relegated to being bankers due to losing all the rebellions that they did, and wouldn't hesitate to exploit any weakness a person showed, kindness being one of them. If anything if you wanted to prove yourself you were better off kicking a goblin's teeth in with your foot or punching them in the face. Any violence that didn't involve a wand was likely to get you a modicum of respect. They hated wand wielders ever since they had been stripped of the ability to create wands and staves to focus their own magic.

However one thing was true in both worlds, and that time was money. Wasting none he stepped up to the nearest goblin and demanded. "Take me to Sharpclaw, wretch."

"What did you say wizard?" The goblin sneered.

"You heard me now don't waste my time before I decide to break your nose."

The other goblins nearby hissed in anger. Insulting a goblin's nose was akin to telling them to bugger off and was one of the worst insults in the culture. The teller withdrew a dagger from underneath his station and plunged it into the wood.

"For that insult you'd best be ready to pay the consequences."

Reaching into his pocket he uncorked one of the vials of iron sand that he had. His powers extended to control the sand densely packing it together to form a dagger with a blade that he had vibrate at high speeds. Plunging his own weapon into the counter he sneered. "Mine's bigger. Now bring me to Sharpclaw, you lowly teller."

Now was the crucial moment, and as the goblin in front of him removed his dagger first, he smiled all teeth like a shark. The goblin had backed down from his challenge, if he hadn't removed his dagger first a few moments later there would've most likely been a brawl in the middle of the Gringotts floor. The loser naturally would've been eaten.

"Follow me." The goblin snarled, though Harry noted it wasn't as vicious as his previous words and that he wasn't called a human or a wizard.

He was led down the winding passages of the Bank meant to confuse intruders and cause them to be hopelessly lost. That was if they ever managed to get out of the vault that they had been trying to rob. He had heard stories about the wards and traps that were used to protect the vaults not to mention the rumored dragons, griffins, and supposedly a nundu that protected the high security vaults.

The office of Sharpclaw, Account Manager of House Potter, was a trio of rooms housing everyone needed to handle his estate. In this case it was more than a simple manager but also a team of undersecretaries and legal writers. "Good Afternoon, Sharpclaw." Harry said brushing past the goblin that had brought him here. He immediately took a seat and poured himself a drink from the stone pitcher on the desk.

"Your brazen attitude is one day going to piss off the wrong person." Sharpclaw said gruffly, never looking up from his paperwork.

"Let them try." Harry dismissed. "Now as time is money, let's settle this quickly so that we can both get back to our duties."

"What can I do for you today, Mr. Potter." Sharpclaw said, placing his quill down.

Harry reached into his pocket and withdrew two golden keys.

"Hissss." Sharpclaw snarled at seeing the two keys.

"This one is the one you personally issued me when I gave blood to verify my identity." Harry said placing the one in his right hand onto the table and sliding it forward so that Sharpclaw could examine it. His manager picker up the key and turned it over in his hands, feeling the magic coursing through it, showing its authenticity. "You told me that all previous copies would be destroyed in a burst of sympathetic magic."

"They should've been." Sharpclaw hissed, letting loose a plethora of curses in Gobbledygook.

"So how did this one manage to escape Gringotts famed security and thoroughness?" Harry asked casually flicking the second key, the one he had gotten from McGonagall at his manager. "Minerva McGonagall gave that to me when she delivered my Hogwarts Letter. It was in possession of Albus Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore." Sharpclaw cursed. There was no love lost between Dumbledore and the goblins as several times he had either abstained or voted against proposals in the Wizengamot that would allow them more freedom and equality. The man had even put forth a proposal for the formation of a new bank under Ministry control. He had almost been singlehandedly responsible for causing the next Goblin Rebellion with that proposal. Even though the proposal failed to receive any seconds it was still the principle of the matter.

"I can't tell if there's any difference between the keys." Harry admitted.

"The difference is minute. Both are goblin made and have our magic running through them. The wavelength and signature and slightly off but not enough to trigger the security protocols." Sharpclaw said glaring at the second key.

"That means only a goblin could've made that key." Harry pointed out.

"I know that!" Sharpclaw snarled slamming his hands onto the desk. "We have a traitor in our midst, and when I find out who it is I will personally slaughter their clan."

"No feasting?"

"Cowards and traitors." Sharpclaw dismissed. "There's no strength to be taken from them. Let their bodies go to feed the dragons."

Harry sighed. "This key thankfully could only access my trust vault so the Heirloom and Main vault should be safe, however we're going to need to conduct a full audit…again."

"Yes." Sharpclaw said opening a drawer and removing a piece of parchment and a blood quill.

"I hate these things." Harry grumbled reading over the parchment carefully before signing his name at the bottom with a flourish.

"Results of the audit of your trust vault will be available in 1-2 business days, the results for the Main and Heirloom vault should be available within a week, and I'll keep you apprised of progress made towards finding the traitors."

"Gringotts secured mail please. I still have mail redirection wards where I'm currently living."

Sharpclaw made a note on another piece of parchment, "Regarding your request from your last visit, a secured money pouch has been approved for your use. Pick it up at the front desk. Do you have any more questions?"

"My trust vault has been refilled?"

"On your birthday as ordered by your father."

"Good then I'll trouble you no more." Harry said, taking back his key.

Leaving the office, he wondered if the teller had purposefully left as retribution for shaming him in front of the others. No matter. He thought feeling the wind against his skin, and slowly listening to its directions.

Soon enough he was back in the atrium, cutting in front of the line to reach the teller that had left him. He smiled darkly, all teeth, an insult to goblins before rearing back and punching the offending goblin clean off his stool. He ignored the cries of protest from all around him, his eyes never leaving the goblin he had cold clocked. He made sure to stay out of reach of the goblin's smaller arms, before coldly saying, "Account Manager Sharpclaw said that you have a secured money pouch for me."

The goblin painfully raised an arm and pointed to a purple money pouch in a cubby behind the desk. "Pleasure doing business with you." He sneered, taking the money pouch. Then he turned his back on the goblin another insult, one that said that he was unworthy of even being considered a threat. The other goblins were shooting him curious looks or giving him nods of approval which he returned.

Stepping out of Gringotts his first stop was the trunk store. Trunkle's Trunk was one of the stores that he had never visited before on his trips to the Alley considering that he had a mokeskin pouch that had served his needs fine. Still though he was hoping that they had some alternatives to trunks as he was not keen on lugging one around with him.

"Welcome to Trunkle's Trunk." A middle aged man with glasses greeted as he stepped inside. "Hogwarts, son?"

"Yes. I was hoping that you have an alternative to a trunk. I know that they're traditional." Harry said cutting the man off as he was about to protest. "But I was looking for something secure and discrete that I could carry around with me at all times."

"I hope you aren't planning on smuggling anything you aren't supposed to." The man said staring at him critically.

Harry laughed. "No sir, but you see I'm the youngest of my family. My older siblings when they come home all enjoy pulling pranks on one another, and inevitably I end up getting hit in the crossfire. I learned early on to guard my belongings and well, the lessons have stuck." Harry smiled. "The last thing I need is for one of them to get into my dorm and charm my robes to disappear in the middle of the Great Hall."

"I understand." The man said sympathetically. "My siblings and I are the same way, though thankfully none of us have messed around with each other's clothes while in public."

"One of my brother's friends told me that you sold 4-compartment necklaces."

"I do, but they're expensive. Almost triple the price of a comparable trunk." The man said waving at one of the sales associates to help another group of people that had come into the shop. "Come with me."

The man led him over to a corner of the shop where there were several display cases. Though the material varied from simple iron to elaborate gold, they all had the same basic shape, a chain necklace with a beaten disc. In the center of the disc was a small gemstone that was used to power the entire runic array that allowed if to store objects within it. The two small square talismans to either side served as boundaries and marked each individual compartment. The four talismans were marked with the runic symbol of Eihwaz which served as a defensive rune.

"These are our 4-compartment necklaces. Each one is individually bonded to the person with a drop of blood, or for the more squeamish that don't want to have it blood bonded we have standard anti-theft charms as well as intent based wards. It gives the ministry required two warnings before delivering a lethal shock to those who try and take it. Operating them is easy, you simply place one hand on the talisman you want to put an object in then put your other hand on the object. The individual compartments aren't limitless; we found that they will each comfortably hold 1000 cubic feet. Any more and you begin to overtax the arrays. Retrieving an object is easy, simply place your hand on the talisman that it's stored in and say the name of the object. For example." The man said pulling a necklace out from under his shirt. "Pricing guide."

A sheet of parchment appeared in his hands. "These are the various prices for everything sold here."

Harry took it and began looking it over. "Is there any major differences in using the different metals and gems?"

"Of course." The man scoffed. "Iron is one of the worst conductors of magic, but once you get it seated within the metal it's a damn pain to remove. On the other side of the spectrum precious metal are easier to enchant but also to tamper with. The various gemstones serve as the power reservoir, and the better the gem the greater the charge it can hold. However no matter the stone I always insist on bringing it back here on a yearly basis for me to update and do maintenance on them. It's the same way for any of our multi-compartment trunks. Over time the enchantments began to get temperamental and start to fail. Of course such maintenance is covered by the initial purchase cost, which is why our prices are higher than what you would find in other stores."

"I'm guessing that the gems take in ambient magic, to fuel the spell."

The man nodded. "That's the only way that these items work. We also do custom work, if none of these suit your taste. Any metal besides iron can be picked up on the same day, if you want iron there's a wait time of a week minimum."

"Is iron really that secure?" Harry asked, still playing the innocent child card. "One of my brother's is training to be a curse-breaker, and unfortunately he's one of the ones that enjoys pranks the most."

"Well I'm not sure how these would hold up against a full assault from a trained curse-breaker." The man said hesitantly. "But several Heads of House and Aurors vouch for them, and a similar design is used in Diplomatic Transports. Honestly these are as secure as you can get without getting a standard trunk and having it professionally warded by a Gringott's Curse-breaker."

Harry nodded to himself, as thoughts floated through his mind. He took another look at the pricing guide, finding the one piece that had caught his eye. Honestly it wasn't his first choice but the extra security inherent in the matter tipped the balance in its favor. "I'll take that one." He pointed to a polished iron necklace with a sapphire stone set into the disk. Reaching into his new money pouch he pulled out the amount needed plus a ten galleon tip.

"Remember, yearly maintenance is the key to the item's longevity." The man said, removing the necklace from the display. "Would you like to have it blood bound?"

"Please." Harry answered removing a knife from his waist and pricking his finger.

"A drop or two on each."

Nodding he sprinkled the blood onto each of the talismans, all the while the shopkeeper chanted and bonded the necklace to him. "There we go. Now no one else will be able to remove anything from it, and the necklace can't be forcibly removed from your person." The shopkeeper conjured a handkerchief and handed it to him. "Here wrap this around your finger."

"Thank you." Harry said wrapping it around and squeezing the finger. Clumsily he unclasped the necklace and placed it around his neck, the locking mechanism sealing itself easily. It immediately resized itself to fir his smaller frame.

"The necklace also comes equipped with a disillusionment charm. Just touch the gem and it'll fade from view."

Interesting. Harry thought, placing a finger against the gem, and watching it turn invisible. "Pleasure doing business with you."

Leaving Trunkle's he couldn't help but smile. The man had bought his story hook, line, and sinker. The only family in wizarding Britain with more than two children were the Weasleys, and their oldest was even training to be a curse-breaker. With their struggling finances it would've been impossible to purchase one such necklace. The shopkeeper hadn't even questioned it when he pulled out the necessary galleons to purchase the item. Though that might've just been his desire to earn some money, and he didn't want to implicate himself in whatever things I might do by questioning me in depth. Either way what's done is done and my stuff will be secured in prison.

Taking a look at the supply list once more, he made his way to pick up the most important item he would ever need.

Ollivander's shop hadn't changed in all the years that he had passed by. Windows covered with dust making it impossible to see through, a rickety sign suspended above the door pronouncing the name of the store and the fact that they had been in business since the Roman Empire. Opening the door he saw another person. A woman, tall and slim with a body many would kill for. She had long blonde hair, immaculate skin like cream and ice blue eyes. She wore stylish black silk robes trimmed in silver, and had a regal air around her. Her haughty look immediately changed as she caught sight of him, changing to a smile. "Cousin Hadrian." She said extending her hand.

"Cousin Narcissa." Harry responded taking her hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles. "How have you been?"

"Quite well." Narcissa answered. "And you? How have the…muggles…been treating you."

"Well enough." He responded. "Though it seems I've been lax in their discipline. Something that I made sure to correct last night."

"Naturally pets sometimes need to be reminded of who the master really is."

"Of course." He nodded. "Tell me, how have my other cousins been doing?"

"A clone of his father." Narcissa replied, disappointment in her voice, at least to those who knew her intimately. "He may be my son, but there is nothing of the Blacks in him."

"A shame." Harry sighed. "I heard that your sister's daughter, Nymphadora is quite talented."

"Yes. I may not have agreed with Andromeda marry that muggle-born wizard, but it seems that blood proves true once more. Only the Black lines have produced full Metamorphagi. Thankfully Lucius saw fit only to raise Draco, and left Lucretia in my care. She continues to prove herself as a powerful woman of the Black Family."

"Excellent. Her prowess is a testament to the teachings of our family." Harry smiled.

"Ah. Mr. Potter, I wondered when I would be seeing you." Ollivander said, appearing from behind a shelf. Approaching the counter he handed Narcissa a long box. "Draco's wand, hawthorn 10" with a unicorn hair core, springy. Polished and ready for use. Now Mr. Potter let's get you started. I have a feeling my record may be broken today."

Pulling out several measuring tapes he began to take his measurements. "Which is your dominant hand?"

"Ambidextrous." Harry answered.

"It seems like only yesterday that your mother and father were in here buying their first wands." Ollivander said browsing through the shelves that held all his wares. Your mother preferred willow perfect for delicate charm work, but not opposed to powerful casting, however your father preferred mahogany a good wand for transfiguration. I say they preferred, but in reality it's the wand that chooses the wizard. Ah." Pulling a single box from the shelf he took the lid off and handed it to him. "Here we are."

"Give it a wave." Narcissa encouraged him.

Flicking the wand towards the wall, a massive fireball shot forth, igniting towering piles of parchment. "No, no, definitely not!" Ollivander said scrambling to take the wand from Harry's grip as Narcissa cast an Aguamenti on the fire.

Putting the wand away Ollivander disappeared again into the back scurrying to find a new wand.

"I had a similar reaction to my first wand." Narcissa confided. "Only I flooded the store and we were all standing ankle deep in water before Garrick managed to take the wand from me."

He nodded dumbly storing that tidbit of information away, as Ollivander returned with another box. "Perhaps this one. Hazel, 13" unicorn hair."

Reaching out his hand the wand immediately shot from the table impaling itself 6" deep into the far wall. "Apparently not. No matter, we'll find a wand for you."

"I've never heard of a wand rejecting a person so violently before." Narcissa commented, a small smile playing at her lips, eyes full of mirth as she looked upon her favored cousin and the one she wished had been her son.

"Nor have I." Garrick responded. "Perhaps we should forgo the wands with an affinity to the more subtle arts."

"Please." Harry deadpanned. Over and over the process repeated itself with devastating results. 2 hours passed and once more Ollivander returned this time cradling a box with all the care that one would give a newborn.

"I wonder." The man said slowly, undoing a ribbon that held the box close. "Holly and phoenix feather, 11"."

Reaching out, Harry felt a wave of power emanating from the wand. The power quickly began to scream as it came in contact with his own magic, as the wand itself blackened and writhed in agony. They watched in horrified fascination as the wand curled in on itself and turned to ash.

"Well I've never heard rumors about this happening before."

"Once again Mr. Potter you continue to astound me." Ollivander sighed, turning his gaze to the various shelves. "All this time and we have yet to even narrow down what wood you are compatible with. Perhaps we should start from the absolute beginning."

This time Ollivander left and returned with several blocks of wood. "We've tried all the woods suitable for subtle wands, and none have worked. So here I have a selection of the woods commonly used to handle larger amounts of power. Aspen, Blackthorn, Cherry, Ebony, Elder, Red Oak, Rowan, and Yew, these are what I have used in the past though there are many other woods out there. Pick up each one and tell me what you think."

Doing as the man instructed he picked up each block and felt his magic coursing through them. Blackthorn, Ebony, Elder, and Rowan were placed together, the rest swept aside. "I thought as much." Ollivander whispered, eyeing the Elder wood critically. "All these wands are suited for the more martial wizard."

"A Dueling wand?" Narcissa asked, having conjured herself a seat as she browsed through a book throughout the exhaustive search.

"Of a sorts. When I say martial I do not mean only duels but warfare. Blackthorn and Ebony wands are commonly found among Aurors, Hitwizards and the previous wars Death Eaters and Knights of Walpurgis. Rowan has a similar disposition but prefers to be used in more defensive magics, and lastly Elder which is magical by itself and can handle enormous power flowing through it. Next we need to choose a core."

They narrowed the core down to Dragon Heartstring, as he put Ebony and Rowan to the side leaving only Ebony and Elder as the last woods. "Neither of these feel perfect."

"Perhaps you need a secondary core to act as a balancer." Ollivander mused, staring deeply at him. "Tell me how long have you have had your familiar." Harry stiffened, his hand immediately dropping to his pocket, ready to attack in a heartbeat. "I mean you no harm." Ollivander said raising his hands in a placating manner. "I think I understand the problem now, I'll need a part of you familiar to complete the wand."

Still tense, his eyes turned blue as he connected with his familiar. Several minutes passed before a single blue tail feather appeared in his outstretched hand. "Be careful with that." He warned.

Ollivander took the feather reverently, feeling the immense power that the small plume held within it. "Give me a few minutes." Taking the feather, the dragon heart string, and the Elder wood he disappeared into the back.

"It's about time." Narcissa commented. "Draco, Lucretia and Lucius have been trying to reach me for an hour."

"You were free to leave at any time." He said.

She scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous. Attaining your first wand is the start of your journey to become a Wizard or Witch. It's one of a parent's proudest moments, and as things are you are the son I never had."

"Don't let Draco hear you saying that." Harry grinned. "He's already quite miffed that I am to inherit the Black Lordship."

"I love my son, but he's a clone of his father." Narcissa said sadly. "Blacks bow to no one, something that most of my family seems to have forgotten. Andromeda carved her own path; even if she had the tacit support of our Head of House it must've been hard to do so with everyone else hating her. Dear Bella was force to marry Rodolphus Lestrange. She was already a bit unstable and marrying that pig finally drove her over the edge. Why my Aunt wanted to join the prestigious Black Family to that of a minor clan that failed to rise to prominence in all its history I don't know. But then again those of the Crabbe line have never been the most intelligent."

"A similar thought has passed through my mind many a times. Why would we join our blood with the likes of the French cowards. Malfoy, a family that fled France during the Revolution of 1848, did you know that there's still a standing bounty for the heads of any male Malfoy?"

"I did not."

"When they arrived here in Britain they literally only had the clothes on their back, and they worked as laborers, barely above the Weasleys in financial status until they finally caught a break in the 50s. They possess no Wizengamot seat, no political power or alliances worth gaining, nor noble status. Why would we join the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black to them is a mystery. Rumor has it that Dear Lucius almost emptied the Malfoy coffers funding the Dark Lord's little revolt, and greasing palms to not get sent to Azkaban."

"Tell me dearest cousin." Harry began. "Are you well cared for? Is your standard of living being Lucius' trophy-wife as opulent as you were accustomed to as a daughter of Black?"

"Why?" Narcissa asked suspiciously.

"It's stated in your marriage contract that Lucius must provide for you in the manner which you grew up accustomed to. Failure to do so would result in a breach of contract and at that point Head of the Blacks may demand the return of your dowry with interest. I may not like what she may have done but Bellatrix was once a daughter of the Blacks and the Lestrange have broken their contract. When a new Head takes the mantle he will demand satisfaction from all those that wronged our House."

"I…am content." Narcissa said. He caught the cunning glint in her eyes as she filed the information away in case she needed to make an escape. He expected nothing else from the woman who had pretty much raised him to be a Black. He knew nothing about the Potter and how they trained their children, so he felt no real connection to the family. In a way he only saw them as a stepping stone to greater heights, and the gold held within its vaults fuel to further his own ambitions.

It was at this point that Ollivander returned cradling a black wand. "Elder 14" rigid, dual core of dragon heartstring and a tail feather from the king of the skies. A wand perfect for channeling the most powerful of spells."

Taking the wand in his hand he examined its dark beauty. The wand was a polished black, straight and clean with no ornamentation. If one looked loosely they would be able to see blue and red lines running the length of the wand, almost like veins and arteries. Holding it in his hand he felt it pulsing in sync with his own power, amplifying his already powerful abilities. "I feel…complete." He smiled darkly, his eyes turning a piercing blue, as the winds whipped around him and sparks danced down his arm.

"That'll be 15 galleons Mr. Potter." Ollivander said.

"A weapon as magnificent as this deserves the best holster." Harry said never taking his eyes off his wand. "And the best kit to care for it."

"40 galleons for everything."

Handing over the money he attached the holster to the underside of his forearm and reluctantly placed his wand into it. For a moment his heart stopped as he saw the entire ensemble fade from view, but he let out a relieved sigh when he touched his arm and felt the outline of it.

"Are we done here?" Narcissa asked raising a carefully sculpted brow. He nodded, his hand never straying far from his wand. "Would you like to join us for dinner?"

Harry shook his head. "Sadly I still have a few school items to purchase, as well as a gift for my dearest cousin."

"Is her mind still set on joining the Aurors?" Narcissa said, disappointment evident in her voice.

"It is. To her it's a way for to regain some pride to the Black name as well as to prove that not everyone in her family is Dark." Harry answered. "Though you must admit, Andromeda has thrived being away from her family. I believe that she just published a paper for a medical journal, and was recently promoted to chief healer."

"I would expect nothing less from my sister." Narcissa said proudly. Unknown to Lucius she was still in contact with her 'blood-traitor sister' and they often took tea together. Their public conflicts were nothing more than a farce, though it had taken her a long time to actually accept Teddy.

"Goodbye Cousin. I'll see you on the first." Harry said kissing her hand and departing from the store. He still had to pick up all his potions supplies and commission new robes. I should get myself an elf. He thought to himself as he went off to finish his shopping.