Disclaimer: not J.K Rowling (sorry)

AN: This is a AU story, not a huge change in my opinion, Harry isn't the boy who lived in this story that honor goes to his older sister. Harry has grown up being loved and having a family who he loves very dearly. There i will be taking some things from the canon but for the most part it will be different.

Chapter 1

The house rang with the sounds of the Potter family, as usual it was much noisier than it needed to be, a heavy trunk banging on the stairs was punctuated by delighted screams from further downstairs. Harry smiled deeply as he set down his quill, he had been looking forward to catching up with his older sister, he had nearly two whole months to pick her brain to prepare for Hogwarts. If his plan went well he would have nearly two months to practice magic too, although he did have to rely on the charity of a famously stern witch to do so. He could hold out for a miracle, he decided.

Looking down at the letter he would send to the deputy headmistress of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, not perfect but he would prefer to have it sent without being noticed over the alternative. One last check wouldn't hurt anything, he decided.

Dear Minerva McGonagall

Hello again professor, its Harry. I know you said i could write to you about anything i had questions with and I'm aware that this isn't exactly what you probably meant but i just have to ask anyway.

I was hoping that you would be so kind as to send my Hogwarts acceptance letter and Jasmine's third year booklist slightly early this year. I understand this isn't a normal thing to ask of you, but each year it has been getting harder and harder for us to go near Diagon Alley, what with Jasmine's fame. It always gives dad such a worry, you know how he gets when he's nervous, i was just thinking getting our lists a few weeks earlier would help avoid the usual rush.

Thank you very much for your time.

Harry Potter

With a grin Harry placed the letter into the envelope and sealed it, if this worked then he would be getting his wand very soon. Having just returned from picking Jasmine up from platform nine and three quarters, the rest of Harry's family would be busy getting dinner ready or unpacking, it had taken a long time to get The-Girl-Who-Lived past all those families of well wishers.

The family owl, a young snowy owl named Speedy, his dad and Rosie had chosen the name, held out a leg and allowed Harry to tie the letter to it, he just hoped Speedy wouldn't be missed Hogwarts wasn't too far away tho. With a scratch on the back of the owls neck he let it out his window. McGonagall had always held a soft spot for his dad, something about being a transfiguration prodigy in his youth, and Jasmine had almost single handedly gave her two consecutive house cups with her Quidditch skill. Also recent correspondence with Harry had could help swing things his way too.

A stern woman was Minerva McGonagall but she was no match for a Potter. With a slight spring in his step he bounded down the stairs to find his family, it was a rare treat to have everyone home together since Jasmine had been going to Hogwarts. She would come home from Hogwarts at Christmas, but those two weeks didn't quite make up for how much she was missed.

He had missed his sister dearly, her first two years at Hogwarts had left him and his younger sister Rosie painfully bored. Rosie was a good sister but she just didn't have Jasmine's imagination, so instead of playing wizards chess and exploding snap night after night they would get to play real games.

Laughter coming from the kitchen made his choice of room easy, usually only on nights his dad didn't have to work later or when his uncles came over was there real laughter. Not that there was ever a somber atmosphere or anything, Harry mused, it was just hard not to notice the missing sibling at the table. The kitchen wasn't big enough to not noticed an entire person.

The first thing he saw as he entered the kitchen was his sister Jasmine, her curly auburn hair was sticking out all over the place as if she he been electrocuted. As his uncle Sirius was there too there was a slight chance she might have been, he noticed his dad doubled over with laughter while sat at the kitchen table.

His dad and uncle Sirius were the same age and Harry had basically been raised with stories of their exploits at Hogwarts, they both had easy grins and made everyone smile easily. He had been seeing a lot less of his dad recently, apparently work was getting busy but his dad was tight lipped about it all.

Lily Potter was starting to round on Sirius, despite her obvious amusement, but she was beaten to it by her oldest daughter. "You're lucky i cant do magic at home dear uncle, or else we would be having dog for dinner." Jasmine said trying to sound intimidating. Unfortunately the adults in the room and Harry all burst into more laughter. It was impossible to look scary with hair looking so comical.

"Very spooky, I'm shaking in my boots." Sirius choked out from between giggles. Jasmine let out a yell and stormed out, despite her anger Harry noticed a smile on her lips as she got out of Sirius' sight, he was a big kid most of the time but he was nearly impossible to stay angry at. "That was a new one for the shop, The Electro-touch, coming out in a week or so." Sirius said with a grin to his best friend. "Their hair goes back to normal pretty quickly, i do not want another visit from Minerva. I wouldn't have believed she could be worse when we left school but the damn woman is scary when she's got a bone to pick." He let out a dramatic shiver.

"You really need to work on the name." His dad said with a grin.

"Nah they love muggle sounding stuff, they go nuts for it." he replied offhandedly

"To be fair none of you were ever good at naming things, I'm lucky i got to name the kids." Said Lily not harshly with a grin at Harry. Both men just gawked at each other and shook their heads. A tug on his sleeve drew his attention, he turned to see Rosie beaming at him with a huge grin on her face.

His youngest sister and he had gotten a lot closer since Jasmine left for Hogwarts two years ago, despite being only a year younger than him they got along without any issues. She had a lot of their mother in her appearance, which obviously meant his dad doted on her like a maniac. Unfortunately for the whole Potter family her personality was much like their dad's, Rosie was a positive menace at times.

"Uncle Sirius got me a new fanged frisbee, please can we play?" He would never be able to say no to her giant green eyes, so much like his own. Despite the dangerous nature of the famous fanged frisbee it was pretty good fun, it certainly helped when you had an uncle with such a playful spirit, with an animagus form to match. It was almost like having a pet dog.

"Sure Rosie, lets go." With a grin he took her hand and they ran out the kitchen to play. Jasmine's games could wait until things were a bit more settled, besides a fanged frisbee as much better than exploding snap.

Tired and sore Harry was slow in his catch of the Frisbee, how Rosie had more energy than him he would never understand. The girl could go on for days without a rest. Before he could do much more than keep his hold of the frisbee, while it tried to gnaw at him, he was bundled over by a huge and smelly dog. At least half as tall as he was it loomed over him when he was on his back on the grass. Long canines and other sharp teeth glinted late evening light, the too intelligent eyes watched him.

"Dinner is ready" called his mum. The dog took a quick step forwards. Before Harry could cover his face a wet and warm tongue licked its way all over his face. He threw his arms out in a vain attempt to push Padfoot away, even after a thousand times this was still gross, it felt like a week but finally the licking stopped. He wiped his face on his t-shirt and got up to chase the dog, but all he saw was his dogfathers face grinning from the door to the kitchen.

"Shoes off Harry you know the rules." Mum didn't let anyone get away with making her kitchen messy, not even dad. With a groan as he stepping into the kitchen he took his shoes off and put them next to Rosie's, he noticed Sirius had his on still and he even gave Harry a grin and a wink. Stupid animagus'.

Dinner was a cheerful event most nights, but with Jasmine coming home for summer holidays and uncle Sirius the room was alive with joy and laughter. The food had obviously not hurt matters, Mums famous pork chops were always a recipe for a good night. Before long his dad and Sirius had a bottle of muggle beer each and were tidying up the dishes, Rosie was upstairs with Mum getting ready for bed, and Harry was able to get to talk to Jasmine.

"So tell me all about the quidditch cup." Harry burst out, he knew Jasmine loved to talk about her game winning plays as Gryffindor seeker. Youngest in a century she had been and was well worth the hype according to his dad, though he might be biased.

"You'll never believe this one, so Cedric Diggory is the new Hufflepuff seeker..." Harry let it wash over him a bit, he made sure to react properly, no one liked a bad audience. He would be living this life soon, at Hogwarts where he had heard so many stories from everyone he loved, except Rosie of course.

He would be in the stands cheering his sister and her friends on while they played quidditch, he would meet his friends in the great hall and play pranks on people all the time. He would have his own wand and be able to do whatever he wanted.

"And then the bludger hit him in his...well you knows..." she let out a cackle "I almost feel sorry for poor Flint, Fred and George are really good beaters, I'm glad I'm on their team." Harry laughed along with her, he did feel sorry for this Flint person though.

"You have to have been the youngest team to ever win the cup though, you're all second years" Harry said in awe. He had heard his dad talking about the team so full of pride for Jasmine, it was easy to tell why when apparently they had been unstoppable of the quidditch pitch.

"Not all of us, Wood is in his fourth year." Jasmine replied almost smugly. "He was in tears for days, he said the reason we all made the team was in hopes that after a few year we would be the best, but we already are." She deserved to be proud Harry thought, dad had been raving for weeks about how good she and her friends were. And it was better than being famous for not dying.

Their conversation started to lull to a stop and in the peaceful silence Harry and Jasmine began to hear raised voices coming from the kitchen. They looked at each other and shifted quietly towards the kitchen trying to make as little noise as possible, their dad tried very hard not to talk about work at home but sometimes things were hard to keep to himself. It was very rare to hear his dad speaking with as seriously as he was now.

"That's six different heads of departments changed in two years, I'm not imagining things. No matter what Bones says." James Potter let a bit of anger out with the way he pronounced his bosses name.

"And their all death eaters? Their replacements?" Uncle Sirius asked with a similar level of seriousness.

His dad gave a humorless laugh. "Avery, Nott, Yaxley, McNair, Mulciber and Malfoy." There was a heavy pause after his dad listed off those names, Harry knew a few from his dad's previous complaints about work. "Every single one of them claimed they had been under the imperious curse when Voldemort was around. And Bones has the nerve to say its all in my head."

"What else can she say James?" His mums voice was quiet and worried sounding. He met Jasmines eyes and noticed she looked afraid, it slowly dawned on him that he was scared too. He reached out and held Jasmines hand for comfort, she gave him a warm smile. "It's not like she can start accusing prominent members of our society with that, she's not stupid James. She's probably trying to keep you and the other aurors out of it." She finished with a bit more confidence in her voice.

"We can do some raids on their houses, or we can call them out for the filthy liars they are." His dad said with an anger Harry and Jasmine had never heard from their unusually jovial dad.

Sirius chimed in with his opinion. "Its too late to bring up the war, the ministry has tried to forget all about Voldemort and his death eaters. They act like they can ignore the problem and it will just go away,"

"Yeah i know, its just Bones was meant to be different. She lost almost her whole family to those lunatics, and now she's just letting them take over the ministry." Their dad sounded dejected.

"James, Amelia Bones isn't going to let this slide and you know it. You know she wont, but what is she meant to do. As far as anyone is concerned all of them are innocent of all charges they had against them." His mum said in a placating tone. "Anyway Amelia is the least of our concerns, why are they taking over departments James? Have you got any ideas?"

A soft laugh came as a surprise to Harry and Jasmine, their father found the subject anything but funny and yet he still laughed. "I don't have a clue Lily, i wish i did but all i can think is they are planing for Voldemort to come back. But that's hardly a good starting point." His dad said it so matter of fact it took harry a few seconds to realize why he had heard.

Death eaters were plotting to have Voldemort be returned to power, fear crept down his spine. The occasional story of what things were like back then had painted a gruesome picture, with people vanishing left right and center and killings. His mum and dad tried to avoid saying it but there were lost of killing.

Harry looked at Jasmine who was staring blankly, her face was pale and her eyes unfocused. She had a painful grip on his hand and he tried and failed to take his hand back. "Jasmine you're hurting me." He whispered to her, she blinked and her grip got tighter. Harry tried so hard not to make a sound but a small whimper came out, and the effect was immediate.

In the other room a chair squeaked and someone moved, his mothers voice quietly asked "Where are the kids?" Thought it seemed she knew the answer. Harry and Jasmine quickly dashed back to the sofa they had been sitting on before. Jasmine gave Harry a hard look, one they had shared a few times before. A silent plea from one sibling to another to play along.

"So i pulled out of the dive at the last second and had the snitch in my hand." She said, her voice wasn't as jubilant as it could have been but Harry doubted anyone would notice.

He gave an elaborate sigh and threw himself back into the cushioned part of the sofa. "Wow Jasmine. That sounds so scary, how can you stomach it, i think I'd die of fright doing a seventy foot dive."

The door to the room was opened and their mum called out to them from the door. "Its getting close to bedtime now kids." They made a good show of being annoyed, even to the point of starting to argue with their mum. Having a marauder for a father came in handy with some things.

They started to make their way upstairs to their bedrooms, they both knew they had gotten away with their eavesdropping but knew better than to risk going for more. And if Harry was perfectly honest he was a little bit afraid of what he might hear, though remembering how Jasmine looked when his dad had mentioned You-Know-Who coming back he doubted he was the only one.

As they reached the top of the stairs Harry realized he hadn't managed to ask what he had been desperate for. Even if they were a bit on edge he figured it was worth a shot. "How are classes this year? Are they really hard?" Harry asked, he was very eager to start learning magic and Jasmine knew it. Her quick grin told him as much, she reached out to him to rustle his already messy hair.

"You want my notes from class again Harry?"

"Yes please." He lunged forward to hug Jasmine, they both knew mum wouldn't be happy with her sharing actual magical instructions with Harry. She had shared her first year notes with harry and he had spent many a long night devouring the contents, seeing and reading about so much different magic was becoming a frustration to Harry after reading through Jasmine's notes he knew he was ready. And if Harry's plan worked out he would have a wand by the end of the week.

The kitchen table was piled with breakfast pancakes, Jasmine's favorite, Harry noted sourly. Easily Jasmine's greatest flaw was her love of pancakes, peanut butter, fruit or even chocolate didn't make things any better in his opinion. He was the last one down this morning, so he had the suspiciously smaller pile. His mum and dad were talking about James' potential promotion coming up, and Jasmine and Rosie were talking about flying on brooms, so Harry settled himself down and began to eat.

Dad was finishing up his morning routine when Harry finished his last pancake, the poor comb dad tried to tame his hair with was woefully short of the task. While his dads hair was messy it wasn't nearly as bad as his own, apparently years of fighting with it was working out for his dad. As he went to give his wife a kiss before flooing into the ministry, his dad called out to them. "Looks like Speedy went out to get us some mail last night." Harry's chair made a loud crash as it fell backwards after he had jolted up. He noticed his mother giving him a strange look, which made his dad look at him too. An embarrassed blush crept up his cheeks and ruined his hopes of avoiding them realizing he had been up to anything.

With a forced laugh he said. "That might be our Hogwarts letters dad." Now his dads eyebrows shot up, and his mother had a look that had sent everyone one in the room to bed without dinner before.

"It's way too early for that Harry." James said dismissively.

Harry made his way to the back door to let the owl in, the window above the sink was already open but it was much to close to his parents for his liking. Speedy slowed fractionally before perching himself on Harry's shoulder, quickly fumbling for the letters on tied to his leg as soon as he had them untied they flashed across the room.

His mother was looking at the seals on the back of the letters tapping them idly with her wand, she looked confused for a split second then she smoothed her face into a calm mask. Her electric emerald eyes were fixed on him. "How did you know we were getting letters from Hogwarts today, Harry?" Her voice had no emotion behind it.

"I didn't mum, i just thought it might. Cos last year we had such a horrible time at Diagon Alley." He realized he was wringing his hands nervously... and he was sweaty. His dad was now reading the letters addresses, five letters Harry noticed. He busied himself with stroking Speedy, it helped not to make eye contact with his mother, for some reason he always got nervous when she was telling him off.

"Two for Jasmine, and Three for Harry." His dad said casually, as if he didn't know he was throwing Harry to the wolves... well wolf. "One of which is from our dear friend Minerva and not Hogwarts." His gave met Harry's with a sharpness that was rare for his dad. He was rare to anger and even rarer to calculated reasoning, he left the bulk of that to his capable wife usually.

"Harry..." his mother said in a warning tone.

And he spilled his little secret, as he explained what he had done he realized his dad looked at the letters in shock and heard his sisters laughing at his nervousness. Mum however just watched him for a long time. She plucked the letter his dad had noticed didn't carry the Hogwarts seal and opened it, after a quick skim she blinked and read much closer.

Harry was beyond worried, all he wanted was his wand as soon as he could possibly get it. With his mum in this kind of mood he would be lucky to have a broomstick by the end of this talk. His sisters didn't help either, Jasmine took way too much joy at watching him be the subject of mum's ire, and Rosie kept asking Jasmine if Harry was in big big trouble.

A laugh broke the tension for a moment. Harry snapped his head back to his parents, his mum was giggling slightly as she passed the letter to his dad. Hope began to swell up in his stomach, the leaden weight seemed to lighten slightly. Until he saw his dads scowl.

"She has a point James." His mother said warmly. Giving his father a bump with her hip.

"And here i was starting to like the woman." His dad replied in mock outrage. "Lily honey, can you deal with this? I really need to get off to work." At her nod he gave Harry a small glare, and kisses for his girls and took off to go floo to work.

His mum carefully handed Jasmine the two letter addressed to her and gave her a smile. "Jazz love, please take these upstairs with Rose."

a muttered "Sure, mum." And a final glance at Harry from Jasmine and Harry was alone with his mum.

With a labored sigh she sat down, ignoring the remnants of breakfast on the table. "Sit down Harry." He wasted no time in doing so, she didn't seem angry so he wasn't going to try his luck. She placed the letter on the table and turned it so Harry could read what it said.

Dear Mr Potter

As you have no doubt guessed I did decide to go ahead with your request and you should fine enclosed both yours and your sisters Hogwarts letters.

As unorthodox as your request was i understand completely, the drive to learn is as strong in you as it was in myself. But you must very careful with learning magic, your mother is a very capable witch and i will be in touch with her to hear if you are being sensible with your studies. Also i would please ask you not to mention this to anyone outside your family, as deputy headmistress and head of Gryffindor house having favorites is unprofessional.

I look forwards to seeing you at Hogwarts this September, I am expecting nothing short of excellence from you Harry and i would hate to see my trust being misplaced.

From Minerva McGonagall

P.S. Yes, unfortunately i do know exactly how your father is, he was the bane of my existence for seven long years. He would lose his head if it weren't attached to his neck. Pass on my best wishes to Lily she must have had a rough time of it these last fourteen years.

Harry was unsure wether to laugh or not, she clearly tried to rile his father up, but he figured his mother wouldn't appreciate him making light of the situation. He met his mothers eyes and nodded to her, she folded the letter up and sat it to the side.

"You've been writing to Hogwarts professors?" She asked casually

"Only McGonagall, mum."

She gave the other two letters a sharp tap "Professor McGonagall, Harry." Harry nodded again he would need to get used to that. "Why have you been writing to professor McGonagall, Harry?" She asked him.

"Erm, well mum. You and Dad never let me learn much useful stuff about magic, and Jasmine said McGonagall was really helpful to her so i reach out to her." He felt some shame in admitting it, it wasn't like they had tried to stop him learning about magic, they just never gave him a wand to use or let him really study the theory.

A sigh left his mothers pursed lips. "Well i can hardly blame you, i was the same way. Though i never had a teacher to rely on, i only had Severus." A smile crept onto her face, and her voice was much warmer now. "What did she mean by 'I know how your dad is'?"

Harry did let out a laugh, it was hard not to. From what he had heard from his uncles and his mother, dad had made every Hogwarts professor's life a nightmare. Along with said uncle though to be fair. "I had to play up to how much she adores Jasmine and Dad. So I mentioned how rough it was last year to get just Jasmine's supply's and said how worried it made dad."

His mum gave him a weighing look, a slight raised eyebrow and then it was gone. "Charming McGonagall already, i almost feel sorry for them when you get there." She said with a grin, she knew Harry took more after her than his dad and loved to rub it in dad's face.

"So mum, erm, can we go get our stuff soon?" The words had hardly left his mouth before he regretted them, he should have lost her talk to dad first. He knew dad was more excited to teach Harry some wand work than his mum was.

"I don't see why not." She said and gave a dazzling smile when she saw him look up at her, he knew his mouth was hanging open but he couldn't even think to shut it. He gave his mum the biggest hug ever. "There are a few... conditions though Harry." She said while he was hugging her.

She was grinning at him, oh boy this was going to be rough, he thought. She had learned to deal with his dad long before he and his sisters could try being smart with her, and she loved getting one over on them.

"First of all, we aren't going anywhere without your dad." Huh, that was pretty reasonable. He gave a quick nod to let her know he agreed. "Second, you are to write the best thank you letter to Minerva I have ever seen." Another hasty nod. He wouldn't even have to play anything up, Professor McGonagall had given him an amazing early birthday present.

His mum's grin faded, and she held his hand as she spoke. "Last of all, you will only be allowed your wand when i give it to you." Harry felt his heart sink, his mum was great and all that but she would never let him do what he was hoping he was capable of. He opened his mouth to protest but it seemed like she knew what he was going to say as she cut him off. "I wont budge on this Harry. Magic is amazing and I remember my first time holding my wand, but i need to know that you are being safe."

"You can just as easily blow a hole in the house as you could make a simple light without any training." She continued. "I'm not doing this to be mean Harry, I will work with you on it everyday, but i cant give you free reign." Harry felt the fight leave him, it really was better than nothing and so much better than accidentally blowing the house up.

He gave a dejected nod and a small smile, knowing it wouldn't make anything better but trying none the less. His mum just ruffled his hair, and stood up. "Well i had better floo call your dad in his office, see if he can take a half day or at least a long lunch."

"Thanks mum, I love you." He said as he rushed of to go tell his sisters the good news.

As luck would have it his dad had managed to get out of work at lunch time, which meant Harry tried to be patient while his family had the audacity to talk while having lunch. He paced around the kitchen unable to keep still, after a very long while it seemed they got the message. Red flames flashed to Green and the his dad vanished towards Diagon Alley, Harry rushed in hardly waiting for his dad to vanish up into the flames. As he stumbled out into the open air of Diagon Alley his dad caught him, Harry had never learned the subtleties of floo travel, he noticed the alley way was almost completely empty. The only shop that had obvious customers was the ice cream parlor, on any other day it would be the place harry would rush to, instead he started to make his way to the dusty looking shop next door to it, Ollivanders.

A firm hand on his shoulder and his dads rich laugh gave Harry a reason to stop, with an elaborate sigh he turned to wait for the rest of his family. Jasmine was helping Rosie dust herself off, fireplaces and clothes weren't exactly healthy mix, Harry started to do the same as he noticed his glasses had a fair amount of soot obscuring his sight. Deciding he wasn't making any progress with his glasses he turned to his dad. "Little help here dad?" He said with a grin.

"Oh sorry got caught up in checking the alley." He said with a nervous titter, with a wave of his wand Harry and Rosie were instantly clean again. His mum casually stepped out of the fireplace looking spotless, Harry decided for not the first time that floo travel was ridiculous. She gave him a nod and Harry needed no further urging. He grabbed Rosie by the hand and they ran towards the wand shop, he bounded up to the door and flung it open. They did wait for the others to catch up, it wasn't everyday you got a wand. As they all filed in the shop Harry closed the door behind them and took in the dusty show again.

It looked exactly as it had when Jasmine had gotten her wand, dusty boxes littered the endless shelves behind the counter, and the old white haired wizard who owned the shop appeared with a small clatter. Harry wondered how many wands were stored in the shop, when they had come for Jasmine's wand they went through at least twenty different wands, until me Ollivander pulled out a most 'curious' wand.

"I am here for a wand, Mr Ollivander." He said walking up to the counter, he had actually beaten him to the punch. Harry had no interest in hearing what kind of wands he had sold his family, how the man remembered them all was a mystery. His mum coughed behind him, and Harry felt himself blush a bit. "Please mr Ollivander." He corrected himself.

Ollivander let out a sigh, "Well you've come to the right place mr Potter, if i say so myself." He gave a wave of his wand and tape measures gently started to measure Harry in all sorts of complex and unhelpful ways. "What's your wand hand?" He asked.

"Right, sir." Harry answered extending said hand

"Yes, yes, very good." Ollivander muttered to himself, he had started to shuffle back to the lines of boxed wands touching one here or there before shaking his head and moving again. With a chuckle and grin he walked back up to the counter, he gave his own wand another wave and the measuring tapes stopped what they were doing.

"I always wondered if he even needed those." He heard his dad ask, but Harry didn't take his eyes off the box the old man was holding.

"They do help me get a rough idea what a wizard or witch might need, Mr Potter." Ollivander said with a chuckle. He opened the box in front of Harry and brushed the fabric covering the wand out of the way, Harry saw the wand offered to him and reached out for it. "Applewood, nine and a half inches, with a kelpie hair core." He said expectantly.

Harry took the wand and a deep breath, he looked to his family and grinned, he waved it at the ceiling hoping to clear some cobwebs and remove a bit of dust. Instead only a noise like a balloon letting its air out came out of the wand. Ignoring his dad and sisters laughter he turned back to Ollivander, who seemed to be hiding a grin behind the back of his hand.

"Perhaps not." He said as he took the wand from Harry. Ollivander took off again looking high and low. Harry turned to his family with a frown, his dad was sitting on the floor wiping tears from his eyes and Rosie and Jasmine were still giggling. His mum didn't meet his eyes but her face was rigid from the effort of not laughing.

Harry would have laughed too but he was pretty embarrassed, that wasn't how he pictured holding his first wand would go like. Jasmine composed herself enough to gasp out words. "You should, have seen your, face." And Harry could only guess she was trying to recreate what he must have looked like, that or she just stood in something foul. Harry turned back to see what Ollivander was doing.

It turned out he had been watching the exchange with a few wands in his hands, Harry noticed his eyes lingered on Jasmine for a second longer than normal. With a chuckle Ollivander threw down the wands in his hands and began muttering wildly and took off to the ladder to reach the top shelves. Harry liked the man, but he was as odd of a wizard as they came.

With a tiny flourish as he stepped down from his ladder Ollivander produced a light brown coloured wand. "Acacia, ten and a half inches. Very springy, with a horned serpent horn core." He said looking at Harry expectantly.

He grabbed the wand and felt the warmth of it in his hand, the wand seemed to fit very nicely in his palm. He knew before waving it that this was his wand, with a casual wave towards the rows of shelves he felt some gust of wind leaving him. To his surprise he saw that the rows of boxes were suddenly dust free as though he had wiped them all. Not quite the fanfare he had desired but it was effective.

He was too busy staring at the wand to really hear his family cheering and congratulating him, he could almost feel his skin tingling with the magic he had just performed, warm to his skin but comfortable the wand lay. He couldn't hold back the whooping noise he made as he spun to go hug all of his loved ones. Today was the best day ever.

Before too long they had all calmed down a bit, Harry was showing off how good it looked in the direct sunlight to his younger sister, when Ollivander spoke. "I remember how two years ago when i sold Miss Potter her wand, i told you we would be expecting great things from her." Harry saw the old man looking at him with a mix of curiosity and mirth, it was almost enough to give him goosebumps. "It seems i should relay the same message to you also Mr Potter."

Ollivander gave a chuckle and added. "Perhaps I should be preparing a special made wand for you specifically young lady." With a wink to Rosie, who blushed and shook her head. "That will be seven galleons for the wand." And with that they left the shop with a Harrys new wand and more 'goodbyes' than needed.

The rest of the shopping felt less important now that Harry had his wand, he had kept far away from his mother just in awe she made to rescue him from himself, but she had made no move to take his wand, yet. Harry took his dads hand and said they were going to look for some books, he knew his mum wouldn't let him buy books outside of his curriculum, but dad was a good enough sport.

His dad had even helped out by picking out some good transfiguration books for Harry to read, he claimed they were the best at explaining the theory behind the spells. Maybe not the most glamorous of books but if his dad gave it a recommendation then it had to be good.

After an hour in quality quidditch supplies he felt a bit foolish thinking he got one over on his mum, clearly he forgot that his dad basically wrote the book on tricking your parents. He had managed to have Harry try on a whole set of Chudley Cannons robes, before Harry remembered he could try using his wand now. They were both laughing as the owner of the shop asked them to leave.

After a stop at Florian Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor where he had gotten some of the best fudge ice cream he had ever tasted, the family found them selves in front of the fireplace heading home. With a grin Harry rushed to get home, where he was sure he would do as much magic as he possible could, after all there was no law on untrained underage wizardry, he had actually checked.

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