AN: Hey guys! I had an idea! Tell me if you like it!

A banging on the door woke up the 10 year old living with his relatives, Harry Potter, who responded to only a single name, looked around and put on his glasses, opening the door. "What?"

"It's time for breakfast. You can't just stay in your room forever." Petunia Dursley told him annoyed, "And stop those damn hands!" She added, closing the door as two Ghostly hands changed shape whenever he spoke.

"Sorry…" He muttered, changing into his grey sweater, and black robes which covered his whole body. "But I have to finish this." He muttered, looking at a badly set of blueprints in a language that was in symbols. "Just need a way to power it." He noted, as he vanished, the world distorting around him as he appeared in the kitchen. "Good morning." He said, the hands forming different shapes while he spoke.

"Morning." Vernon Dursley muttered.

"Morning Dings!" Dudley grinned at him.

"Would you stop with that infernal name?" He growled, his left eye glowing blue as food floated into his mouth, his hands covered in bandages.

"I'll stop when you find a part for me." He teased, being the only person that knew his true identity and wanting to have it as well, as the bodies would bring out different parts of the personality.

"I'm working on it." He grumbled, "But it's hard when I can't use my hands."

"Well that's your fault! You're the one with weird hands!" Vernon snapped angrily.

"How? It's a biological part of me." He muttered, pulling the bandages to check his hands. "Ah, they've healed!" He noted, as the holes in his hands shivered from the air. "Much better." He sighed happily.

"And you've got mail." Petunia told him, passing it to him.

"Hmm? Odd…" He muttered, opening it and reading while he ate. "Ah, a school for magic… Interesting, perhaps we could use it to our advantage, if I recall you said they use pure metals yes?" He asked.

"That's right."

"Then we can take that money and turn it into cash, which will make us rich." He decided, sending off a letter that said he accepted. "I'm going to regret this…" He realised, but ignoring it.

"Well you are the man who speaks in hands." Dudley joked.

"Yes, and that is a title I had long before the accident." He added.

"So?"

1 week later

The boy watched as the people flocked around him, calling him Harry Potter. "Stop!" He shouted, holding his head as the scars above and below each eye started to glow with magical power. "STOP IT!" He screamed in agony, vanishing into the void for a single second.

"Mr Potter! Are you alright?" Professor McGonagall asked him worried.

"I… I am fine ma'am." He muttered, brushing himself off and bring attention to his hands.

"What in merlin's name is that?!" She asked worried.

"Simply a physical change, it does not affect my nerves too much, I just don't have palms and instead I have rings in the centre of my hands. It's perfectly safe, it's been like this since I was a baby." He explained as he walked out into Diagon Alley. "And if you would, please call me Dr Gaster, W.D Gaster or Gaster, not Potter." He requested.

"I shall make a note of that, and inform the headmaster." She nodded to him understanding.

He entered the bank and quickly obtained as much money as he could, each coin entering his personal INVentory…

Wandshop

He quickly obtained all that he would need, finally heading to get his wand.

"Ah yes… I thought it would never happen!" An unfamiliar yet familiar voice said happily.

"Who… are you?" He asked confused. An old man stepped into view, with a small white dot showing his eyes.

"W.D Gaster at your service, but most know me as Ollivander. Or are you W.D Gaster now? Taking the title I kept for you?"

"I'm W.D Gaster, and I'm here for my wand." He explained.

"Of course!" He nodded. "Now then… Let's see… We'll have to make a custom wand for you." He explained, leading him into the backroom.

"Of course." He agreed.

"Perhaps… Yes, Fir is the survivors wood, and you survived Fracturing and stayed in control, while I simply hold part of the SOUL… And possibly Thestral tail hair? Yes that should do nicely." He nodded to himself, grabbing wood and a jar, before turning away and getting to work.

Five minutes later

"Are you done yet?" Gaster asked annoyed.

"Almost, I just need to bind the two together…" He muttered, before a bright flash flooded the room and the shattered scientist was handed a wand, it was fairly long, with two holes at the bottom like eyes, and a groove on the handle that slotted into his palm, meaning it wouldn't fall through the gap on its own.

"Interesting..." He muttered, flicking it to the side, causing blue and orange sparks to fly out. "How much was this again?" He asked.

"Free, after all… This seems very, very, interesting…" He joked, as Gaster walked out of the shop, EQUIPping the wand so it wouldn't be lost, the world quickly warped around him as he appeared in his room, with a white snowy owl in a cage that he held carefully.

"Hello there girl." He said softly, unlatching the door so she could get out, she then proceeded to use his left hand as a footrest, using the hole in his palm to latch her back claws onto. "Clever as well…" He noted. "How does Alphys sound?" He asked, getting a negative hoot. "Hmm… Toriel?" The owl paused in thought, before shaking her head. "So something important… Hedwig? It sounds like an important word." He suggested. The owl hooted happily. "Hedwig it is then. I am W.D Gaster." He smiled as he let her perch back inside her cage, once he collapsed the bars into the stand, attaching it to his desk.

Flashback…

Gaster opened his eyes, watching as his hands shook, losing a large circle in the middle of them, he screamed in agony as blood covered his entire body, almost flooding the cupboard as more blood then he possessed flooded out.