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…. A dramatic reenactment of why it took so long…..

Hi im Microsoft word…I know I have been working perfectly for the past six months…. Put I have to do what computers do best… and I have to wait for the right time.

Ohh…. That's it right there, that's right… ohh eleven thousand words… that's right I dare you to save it…. Go on I dare you…. That's right, ctrl s.

YOUR FUCKED NOW.

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FUCK YOU delete it all ahahahah, im gonna make you cry just because I know you have spent hours and hours working on it.

Not only that but the next time you open I am gonna crash your computer knowing that you cant even format the computer because you don't even have the system discs.

And I cried and cried.

And I doubt it will be as good as what I wrote so its gonna be pretty sub par. sorry

On to the story.

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Waking up confused and disgruntled was something I was very used to, however waking up on a soft comfortable mattress, warm and fully rested was something I was very unused to. Sitting up quickly I threw off the heavy quilt and looked out over the room I was dazed my mind not working properly after the first real sleep that I could ever remember having.

Looking around the room things started to become much clearer many things started to come back to me… Magic.

"YES!" flopping back onto the bed I completely relaxed into firm mattress, for once enjoying the sensation of being in bed, no longer cramped or cold, but warm and fully stretched out. Even the air smelled cleaner being away from the Dursley's, that could be though because Dudley only showers bi-monthly, lord knows why, the rare showers I ever had at the Dursley's I always savored.

Unlike the sitting room I was in before with McGonagall, this room had no portraits of people but held a large canvas of a corn field above a lone desk and chair. Looking to my sides I could see a bedside table with a glass of water and a large clock.

Refusing to let panic seize me at seeing the time, 9:28, I just told myself that I was away from the Dursley's, did not have to get up at the crack of dawn, to make a feast for them, already clean the sterile house hold, the peace was an amazing feeling that compared to no other emotion I have ever felt.

Soon though the stillness, and the laziness go too much and I hoped out of bed and found that I still had my shoes on. Feeling my cheeks heat, I took them off and pulled back the sheets. Seeing dirt stains on the bed my cheeks started to burn. Looking around the plain room I noticed a second door and moved to open it.

Seeing a complete bathroom inside, with a bath and counter top, I smiled and headed inside already taking off my clothes ready for a good long soak. Sitting down on the toilet I was greeted by a warm seat, which made me jump none the less.

Finishing my business on the toilet I looked around for some toilet paper but couldn't find any. Looking around nervously I jumped and screamed when a cold wet sensation run along the inside of my cheeks. Turning around I heard the sound of a flush and a gurgle, and a pleasant smell filled the room.

Shifting on my feet I walked over to the mirror and turned away from it, looking behind me, I pried apart my cheeks and saw the site of an eerily clean buttock.

Spinning around I could see the blood rushing to my cheeks… the ones of my face in embarrassment and quickly hope into the shower. I got another surprise as cold water started pouring down onto my body.

"COLD, COLD!" screaming did not seem to help much, it even seemed to make the situation worse, making the water even colder, "HOT, make I hot!" sighing in delight I could feeling the water starting to heat up. It wasn't long before the water started to get to hot.

With many more shouts at the shower head the water soon stabilized at a comfortable warm, standing under the water, for lord knows how long the comfort it gave me was something else I have never had before. The showers at the Dursley's never lasted more than a couple of minutes and consisted of furious scrubbing and uncomfortable cold.

After forcing myself to stay under the water I looked up at the showerhead confused and decided to just step out of the shower. As soon as I was out of the way the water stopped streaming down.

Taking a heated towel off of a rack I dried myself hurriedly before putting my clothes back on, used to them being dirty.

Striding back out of the bathroom I looked at the clock and saw it was almost eleven o'clock, and I could tell an embarrassing blush reappeared on my face. Not sure what to do, I went and sat at the table and just stared at the field of corn watching the storks sway in the wind. It was just as a stork broke and fell to the ground that I noticed that my wand was in my pocket.

Taking it out I laid it down on the table and slowly removed the socks covering it until it was bare on the table top. Stealing myself I breathed deeply and closed my eyes and focused all of my thoughts solely on the wand.

Picking up the wand I sighed in contentment I felt the sensation of the 'waves' inside myself and concluded that it must be my magic. It was filling me up fusing deeply with my body making every cell in my body sing. I could feel the air tingle in my lungs as I breathed even deeper.

Holding myself in that state so many more things started to register in my mind, and in particular a sort of 'itch' at the front of my brain, shaking my head around to relive the situation, I lost some focus and the sensation got even worse. Turning my head down, I could feel the 'itch' shift until it was on top of my head.

Moving my head around it moved around with my head, until it always stayed in the same spot in relativity to my head. Turning towards it with my eyes still closed until it started to itch behind my eyes; I opened them and saw a field of corn.

This time it was much different though, a soft pink light seemed to encompass the whole picture frame, the colors even seemed. Blinking my eyes, I tried to focus more on it and it became even clearer, the pink light sharpened, I could see lines going through the pictures and they reminded me of the lines I saw outside of the leaky cauldron.

What could it be, could it be magic. Was I seeing magic, the magic that made the picture move in that way? Focusing more heavily on it, instead of the lights growing brighter they seemed to dull and weaken.

Closing my eyes, the sensation inside of me was different as well, it was like a whirlpool now, sucking something in, something pink. It stopped all of a sudden and I opened my eyes and looked back at the picture.

The light was gone, there were no more pink lines, and the picture was no longer moving. I could see another stork of corn halfway falling over and I was shocked, I knew what happened; I suck the magic right out of the pictures, just like outside of the pub, but this time it didn't hurt.

I could remember Tom saying that the wards were weaker, but it hurt then, why not now. There were a lot were colors and lights outside the pub though, could it be that it hurt because there was just so much more of it.

I was broken out of my thoughts when there was a knock on the door. Quickly wrapping up the wand again inside the socks I moved over to the door and flung it over to be greeted to the site of a very stern McGonagall. Today she was dressed in one of the gown's again but this time it was a plain black, and she had a crooked pointed hat on her head.

"Hello Professor"

"Hello Harry, I am sorry for keeping you waiting for so long but I had to some things first, why don't we go have some lunch and we can talk a little more?"

Not waiting for a response she turned around and started heading down the aisle, quickly rushing around the bed I pulled on my tattered shoes and rushed to the door, not before grabbing the key and locking the door.

McGonagall was waiting just outside the door she gave me a tight smile and waved her hand behind her. Walking behind her we arrived at the same sitting room we were in the day before. On the table there were too plates there, with a number of thick steaming sandwiches and a big bowl of chips.

"Go on Harry I know you must be hungry."

Rushing around I sat down behind one of the plate setting and picking up a half a sandwich and stuffed almost all of it in my mouth. I looked up at McGonagall and blush seeing the smile on her face. Holding my hand in front of my mouth I chewed down my mouthful before looking up at McGonagall.

"Eat up Harry we will talk after you are full."

Giving her a smile I dove into my food with just as much gusto, occasionally stuffing a chip or two into my mouth. After finishing my meal I looked up to see that McGonagall had not even touched her meal and was staring at me with a small smile.

"Um… Professor I'm finished." I looked down feeling slightly embarrassed and not sure what to do.

"It seems that you are Harry. Did you have any questions at the moment?"

"Not really Professor."

"Okay, well seeing as you no knowledge of how our world works would you like me to explain the basics?"

Giving her a nod I looked up through my long fringe and gave her my full attention.

"There is one matter that I want to discuss with you before we talk though, it is very important concerning you." The Professor put her tea cup back on the table and shifted in her seat until she was perched on the edge of the seat with a straight back. "What do you know of your parents Harry?"

The things that Aunt Petunia told me flashed before my eyes, that they were no good drunks that got themselves killed in a car accident. But with the way that McGonagall was looking at me the words were stuck in my throat. Shaking my head I hunched in on myself and looked deeply in McGonagall's eyes for a brief moment before looking down.

"You look a lot like your father did you know that Harry? You have your mother's beautiful eyes though." Shaking my head a warm feeling settled around my heart, I looked like my parents, the thought made me smile. I could see McGonagall sigh before taking a deep breath.

"Harry to understand the importance of things I am going to tell you a little bit about some history okay? Many years ago the wizarding world was in turmoil, we were at war with the forces of darkness and evil. There was an evil wizard by the name of V…Voldermort, and he was so feared that people feared to even say his name, calling him You-Know-Who, or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Your Parent's, James and Lily Potter, were in the fight against him in a group called the Order of the Phoenix.

The Order was the one thing that stood in You-Know-Who's way of taking control of Britain, and it was this reason that your Parent's were in serious danger. You-Know-Who would search for the members of the order and hunt them down. On Halloween night nearly eleven years ago he attacked your home at Godric's Hallow. When he broke into your house he killed your parents before turning his wand on you.

There was a spell, an unforgivable spell that killed whom ever it was cast upon and there is no way to defend against it, but when he cast that spell on you Harry, something wonderful happened. Not only did it now work but the curse rebounded off of you and struck down the very man who looked to kill you. All that everyone knows is that he cast that spell and died, and all you got was a scar," she reached up and moved my fringe my fringe away revealing my scar, "in the shape of a lightning bolt."

"I… I don't know… what does it mean." My voice was shaky shocked from the surreal tale that she had spun.

"It means Harry that you saved us, you saved the wizarding world, and everyone knows your did. In our world you are know as Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, and Savior of the Wizarding world. You're famous Harry, more famous than Merlin himself to some people, you are a hero in the flesh, people in this day and age can say they lived in the Generation of Harry Potter when they tell their children of your deeds; you are not a story to them from some ancient text, but a real hero living among them.

Children grew up hearing the tale of your life Harry, your name can be heard in the houses of every family in the wizarding world, and now that you are going to Hogwarts, everyone is going to have their eyes fixed on you."

Staring at her dumbly I tried to really comprehend what she was saying, how could I be so famous? I tried to accept what she was saying but I could not grasp it, people from the whole world knew my name before I even did. I just couldn't understand what was going on and just stared at the table top mesmerized by the grain in the wood.

"Do not worry Harry, you might not believe but when people find out your name, or even catch a glimpse of your scar… how they will react I do not know but you must be prepared for it, and understand why they will act around you Okay."

"Okay." The single word was hard to get out but casting it out from my mind I focused on other thoughts. "Do you know why I went to live with the Dursley's then, if everyone knows me?"

"Professor Dumbledore thought it best for you to grow up away from the fame, so you could have a normal childhood. But sadly that was a horribly idea." Staring at her only one thing went through my mind Dumbledore thought it was best, who was he to decide what was best for me, he is just a damn school teacher. I could feel the hate shifting, all the hate I had just shifted to one person Dumbledore.

"Now Harry, you must understand Dumbledore had no idea that they would treat you like that, you must understand it is not his fault." Hearing her say that did not change anything, it was Dumbledore's fault surely I could've been raised away from the Dursley's they know I was a wizard so why was I not living with a wizarding family for all these years, it's not like they didn't know I was a wizard. It was his fault I decided it was all Albus Dumbledore's fault.

Shaking my head I tried to clear my thoughts and tried to think of what else I could think of. "Can we go shopping for my school stuff now Professor?" chuckling she gave me a smile before standing.

"Of course Harry, but first we must visit Gringots and see what your parents left you after their death."

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Walking into Gringots I gasped at the site of the white shiny marble walls and pillars, and the gold veins that run through them, and even more at the strange creatures that sat behind desks and guarded the entrance to the bank. McGonagall told me they were goblins but they were so much smaller than I would have guess, only about five feet and squat, with a dark brown skin, sharp teeth pointed noses and sharp black eyes.

"Next!" shouted one of the goblins at a desk and we moved towards him with McGonagall pulling me behind her.

"Good afternoon, I have with me a young man who wishes to visit his vault" McGonagall said in a stern and somewhat strained voice, looking at the creatures with distaste that was similar to the way that my relatives looked at me, but hardly this contained.

"Key" was the simple reply from the Goblin, reaching into her robes McGonagall took out a small golden key and handed it over to the small creature. The goblin snatched the key out of her hand and placed it inside a marked box on the table top. I could not see what happened next but there were a series of clicks before he handed back the key.

"GRIPHOOK! Take these two to vault, 687" the goblin shouted, soon an even smaller goblin came over and ushered us over to a wall with a number of holes in them.

"Please step into the cart humans" the goblin said with a similar distaste to the way McGonagall spoke to the goblin at the counter. Seeing as McGonagall stepped into an empty cart and sat down, and followed and sat down next to her. The goblin named Griphook went and sat in front of the cart and soon we were shot back into our seats as the cart shot down into a tunnel.

Gripping to the sides of the cart I begun to feel queasy the unexpected movement shifted all the recently consumed food right into my throat. After a couple minutes the cart stopped with a jarring halt.

"Vault 687" the goblin said with a sneer. McGonagall stepped out of the cart seeming no the worse for wear except for a few stray hairs that escaped her tight bun. Following out of the cart and wobbled a little on the stable ground before releasing a deep breath feeling instantly better.

Walking up to McGonagall she handed me they key and stepped back.

"Go on Harry open your vault." She gave me a smile as she talked and gestured to the large vault door that was worked into the cavern wall. Looking at it the door was arched and seemed to be made of the same substance as the walls around it with thick metal hinges. Moving next to the door I located the ridiculously tiny key hole in the door and inserted and twisted the key.

The door swung open easily revealing vast stacks of coins.

"Wow!" I was stunned there was just so much of it, large cold coins, smaller silver ones as well as tiny bronze coins, all heaped into huge stacks. Images from a cartoon came to my mind of a cartoon character swimming in a pool of money, and almost felt the need to it for myself.

"Now Harry," McGonagall spoke from just outside the vault door and her gazed softened when I looked at her. "you do not need too much money for your shopping and seeing you will be staying here in Diagon alley you can always come back for more. Now the large cold coins are called Galleons, and are the most expensive currency in the wizarding world, the silver ones are Sickles and seventeen Sickles make a Galleon, finally the bronze coins are called Knuts, and twenty-nine Knuts make a Sickle.

I suggest you take about two hundred Galleons, that should take care of today's shopping and the rest of your stay here in Diagon Alley, then get maybe about another fifty Galleons changed into muggle money okay?" her tone was slightly tense and I could see the goblin Griphook standing close behind her, turning around she addressed the goblin. "Goblin, what is the current exchange rate for Galleons to pounds?"

"Five pounds, fifty-four pence to the Galleon, human, with a five Galleon exchange rate fee."

Nodding her head she pointed to one wall where a number of pouches were located.

"Use one of those pouches for the Galleons Harry, and we will get something for your muggle money later." Taking off a plain black pouch, I rushed to one of the large gold piles and quickly as I could counted out two hundred galleons, picking up the pouch I expected it to be heavy but it was surprisingly light, going over to the wall again I took off a grey pouch this time and counted out fifty galleons into it.

Rushing over to McGonagall with the two pouches she smiled at me before swinging the large vault door shut and locking it. As we climbed back into the cart she handed me the vault key and I put it into my pocket.

When we reached the lobby again after the cart ride I felt less sick knowing what to expect and quite enjoyed the ride. Griphook pointed out a smaller section with a sign over the top saying Muggle Inquiries with only one person in line. By the time we arrived over the counter the other man was gone and we walked right up to a teller.

"What do you want?" the goblin said hastily and McGonagall gave it a sneer.

"Yes we would like to exchange some galleons into pounds." She turned to me expectantly and I realized she wanted the money. Handing over the surprisingly light grey pouch over to her she handed it over to the goblin who placed it onto a pair of scales and tapped a button.

"Fifty galleons, exchange rate five pounds, fifty-four pence to the galleon, with a fee of five galleons, total comes to two hundred forty-nine pounds, thirty pence. Have a nice day." The goblin rattled off the information before handing over a clip full of notes and a small number of coins.

McGonagall quickly counted the money in the clip and I noticed a number of fifty pound notes, as well as some twenties. Its was now I truly grasped how rich I was, I had in my possession almost two hundred and fifty quid, and I had over four times that amount in wizarding money. The amount I took out of the vault did not even make a visible dent in the vast piles of money.

"I'm rich!" McGonagall turned to look at me strangely.

"Very rich Harry, you just came to this conclusion now, even after seeing the amount of money piled into your vault?" although she said it with a smile, there was a tired and worn out expression on her face which I saw many of the teachers at my old school direct and Dudley when ever he trough a temper tantrum at school.

"Sorry… It just didn't click."

"Yes well, let us get onto our shopping for the day shall we? Let us first get yourself a trunk, I know a store where you will get a good deal which will save us a lot of trouble and time, and seeing as you told me so, you are rich so the price will certainly not deter you will it now."

Just nodding at her I could tell she was getting a little over work and fell instep behind her with my head down. With my head down looking at the ground I could not really take notice of all the other shops but I saw many different shops, one which even seemed to sell brooms, and one that reeked of old eggs and had barrels of weird things out the front, soon McGonagall stopped walking and I almost collided into her.

"Come along Harry we can get almost everything from in here." She pointed to a store behind her with a sign in red on white name the store as Diagon Alley Surplus Supplies. Following McGonagall into the store I could a number of other customers as well as two men in matching robes.

McGonagall stopped before a display with two trunks on a raised platform with a sign over head.

Diagon Alley Surplus Supplies, Specialty School Trunk.

95 Galleons, 11 Sickles, and 28 Knuts.

Easy to use dual compartment Trunk featuring-

Standard level security and comfort charms including anti-theft and jinx, weight reducing, stabilizing and more.

A choice of three woods, Oak, painted Cedar, or Mahogany

Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

Set of glass phials

Telescope

Set of brass scales

Standard school set of potions ingrediants

Set course books for given year

Set of Protective dragon hide gloves

10 discount voucher for Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions

Looking at the trunks they seemed to look the same but their contents were much different, in the one of the left, there seemed to be everything mentioned on the list neatly packed into the trunk, and now I could see a small dial where the lock was with a number one showing.

The second trunk seemed to have a closet coming out of the trunk with a number of spare coat hangers inside the open doors and a number of draws on the bottom of the closet.

"Are you happy buying this trunk Harry, it has everything you need for the coming year, except for your wand and clothes, but they will be our next stop." Giving her a nod she moved over to what I guess was one of the workers and pointed over to me. he looked over at me before giving McGonagall a nod and walked over to me with a big fake smile.

"How can I help you little man?"

"Um, hello I would like to buy of you specialty trunks?" my got a curious high lint at my question but the man just gave me a smile.

"Okay, now what wood would you like it in, what we have on display is the mahogany, but with oak, or painted cedar, where you can get any color you want really."

Looking over at the trunk I can seem some pretty basic designs around the feet of the trunk as well as the lip and lock, but it looked very nice so I decided on the mahogany.

"The Mahogany sir."

"Cool, now all I need is your initials, and a twenty galleon deposit."

"H.P" opening my pouch I reached in and started counting out twenty galleons before giving them to the man.

"Okay come back in about half an hour, that should give you enough time to head over to Madam Malkin's, get fitted for you robes, come back here pick up your trunk, head back over their and use the voucher for you robes."

Giving the man a small smile and a nod, he moved away and was replaced by McGonagall.

"Come along off to get you fitted for your robes" falling in behind hind her we more or less crossed from one side of the alley to the other before opening the door to another shop, one I could only guess was Madam Malkin's.

"Ah Minerva, how good to see you again what can I do for you today?"

"Yes young Harry needs to be fitted for his Hogwarts robes and uniform, winter cloak as well please, and add another robe." Turning her stern gaze to me I looked down slightly and peeked a glance at Madam Malkin to see a plump woman in a dress with a wide skirt.

"Well come here Harry, come round threw the back and I will get you fitted. What fabric should I use Minerva?"

"Egyptian Cotton for the robes dear, make sure he has a thick cloak, with the usual charm work please."

The two woman continued to discuss something concerning the robes but I was lost to their conversation and looked around the room to see bolts of many different cloths lining the walls, and a number of moving mannequins showing off some dresses and robes.

"Move your legs apart a little Harry, there's a good boy." Said Madam Malkin with a detached voice as she moved a number of tape measures around taking my measurements. "I am going to fit you with a robe now so don't fidget or I might pin you."

She took down a large smock shaped piece of black cloth with a number of white lines around it, she made quick work of pinning it around me and as it took a semblance of shaped she pulled it off and I could see a bolt of black cloth suddenly spinning it self off of the wall.

"You're done dear, meet me at the counter." Walking back to the front of the store I could see McGonagall sitting down reading a magazine with a picture on the front, but she soon put it down and stood up. "Now four robes of Egyptian cotton, warming and resizing charms, four sets of the school uniform, slacks, shirts, ties, vests, one hat, and one winter cloak. Total comes to… forty-eight galleons, three sickles, and nineteen knuts, with the discount from the trunk and it is… forty-three galleons, twelve sickles and six knuts."

"We will pay when we come back with the trunk my dear."

"Well of course Minerva, the robes won't be done for another half hour or so."

"Come along Harry." As McGonagall guided me out of the store Madam Malkin had one last question.

"Wait, Minerva what's the boy's last name to sew into the robes?" McGonagall looked down at me moved to the side so I could see Malkin and spoke one word and all pandemonium broke out.

"Potter"

"WHAT! Oh my… I just measured up Mr. Potter's robes… don't worry about the price dear I will cover it." She rushed out behind the counter and run to the door where she took up my hand and started to really shake it up and down. "Oh my, it was a pleasure servicing you Mr. Potter." McGonagall choked a little bit for some reason, I'm not too sure and suddenly the seamstress let go of my hand and blushed a bright red. "I will see you when you pick up your robes!" she squeaked out before rushing back into her store.

When we fully out of the store McGonagall started walking in a different direction to the supplies store but soon stopped a couple of stores up and turned to look at me.

"Now Harry, getting your first wand is a very personally experience," I could see she rubbed her hand over a wand on her hip before looking back at me. "so I am going to leave you, and while you get your wand I will pick up your trunk and robes, and will wait out here for you. Now give me your money purse, and take out fifteen galleons, and give it to me. I will see you in a little while."

As she walked back the way we came I turned around and looked at the store behind me, the store seemed very dusty, and the was a single wand on a purple cushion in the front window. The store was called Ollivander's Fine Wands. Opening the door I stepped into the empty store and was surprised that the interior was just as dusty as the outside.

"Mr. Potter, I was wondering when I would see you." A voice spoke from behind me making me jump and spin around to be greeted by the site of a slouched old man with wild hair and electric blue eyes.

"Who are you?" I tried to sound confident but was voice was just shaky.

"Why I am Ollivander fine wand crafter for many years now. I image you are here for your wand are you not? Good hold out your wand arm." Doing what he said I held out my right arm and suddenly a tape measure was there measuring me all by itself as Ollivander moved behind the counter and into a number of shelves which I could now see were filled with small narrow boxes.

"Try this one, twelve inches vine, dragon heart string, very springy, good for charms." Taking the wand in my arm I was very surprised when I felt nothing, and was nervous and angry that I forgot all about how I reacted to the wand I already had. "Well give it a wave." The wand crafter spoke in a condescending way and it made me angry so when I waved the wand boxes suddenly flew from the shelves and landed all over the shop.

"No not your wand." He took the wand out of my had and pick up a wand case by his feet and looked at the side of it before opening it up, "Here nine inches, oak, sturdy, with unicorn hair." When I grasped this I immediately let it goes as a painful shock went through my arm.

"Painful or pleasant Mr. Potter?"

"Painful"

"Well it was obviously not that one." Frowning at the cheerfulness in his voice, I decided I did not like Mr. Ollivander not a bit. The time flew by as Mr. Ollivander made me try many different wands, there seemed to be no science at all behind the choosing of the wands, but eventually my nerves were running thin and thoughts of the wand in my pocket kept flashing in my mind. Why did I not just tell him straight away about it? But when Mr. Ollivander came out of the shelves again his was walking slowly with another wand box in his hand muttering darkly to himself, and I decided I did not want to try that wand.

"Mr. Ollivander what if… what if someone already had a wand?" he was only a couple of steps away from me now and he looked at me sharply before snapping the box in his hands closed with a loud crack that made me wince.

"Show me." the sternness in his voice made me obey and I took out the wand in my pocket socks and all. When he saw the socks his eye brows raised but soon took it gently out of my hands. As he peeled the socks away and grasped the handle I could see him wince before he overcame it and held the wand in front of his eyes and smelled it.

"twelve and half inches… oak? No red oak… no core as yet, two core chambers… interesting… there is blood? Who's what's? I cannot tell… something else… nothing I have ever seen before but what is it!" he held the wand down by his waist and was rolling it between his palms.

"Tell me Mr. Potter, where did you get this wand? What kind of blood is in it? And what I pray tell is this something else?" he placed the wand on the counter and looked at me with a much more serious expression on his face than I have seen on him before.

"I was in the woods, in a tree. There was a storm and this bugs with long sharp claws, that cut my hand and started digging into the tree, and when I tried to grab it out one of them slashed my palm open and my blood poured all over it, it glowed and I held it up and was struck by lightning!" I was excited about telling him all about my wand and when I told him about the lightning his eyes grew wide.

"I have heard about druids of old, into nature they go and the earth herself grants them with a wand, but never in all my years have I seen something like this. Lightning yes… it must be the something else… but no cores? Come Mr. Potter we will complete your wand together."

He picked up the wand and hurried behind the shelves motioning for me to follow. As I walked through the shelves, I could see the boxes taking a different shape become bigger and wider, with labels on them from al of the mythical creatures I have ever heard of and a lot I haven't heard of. There were also blocks of many different woods.

"Mister Potter I must say I have never made a custom wand for one so young and I have only made a wand with more than one core for three people before you. It is very rare to find a wizard whose core can work seamlessly with more than one core, powerful wands they make, but to find two cores to work together and do not fight against each other will be quite a task."

To say I was stunned, not only was my wand different from anyone else's, it was the only meant to exist in stories, and wizards were a fantasy. But to find out again that there were only three other people with two cores… I felt special, unique something that never happened with the Dursley's, they only ever made me feel like a freak.

"Now I want you to walk along that back wall and hold your hand over each of the cores on that table and tell me if they respond to you in any way. Make sure to touch each one, it will help your undeveloped magic to connect to the cores to see if they will respond to you."

Following his instructions I did what he said and walked along a work table where there were close to fifty different cores, some looked like hairs, and feathers, but some I had no idea what they were. Touching each of them I let my hand linger on them to see if my magic would respond like Ollivander said, most felt like nothing like they were just ornaments, some sent painful shocks through my system, but finally two cores sent a warm shiver down my spine, one was a bright red feather, and another what looked almost like a razor.

Taking the two over to Ollivander, when I had both in my hands it almost made me trip, they did not feel so nice anymore, quickly moving to Ollivander I put them on the table he was at.

"Ah, the Phoenix Feather and Bowtreckles Claw, both powerful vessels of nature."

"Mr. Ollivander when I held them both it made me kind of sick, but by themselves they felt nice."

"Well it seems that these two do want to work together, but do not worry Harry, I have more that one sample of any core. Wait here I will get some more samples." And that he did he came back with three large boxes and put them on the table before heading back into the shelves and bringing out two more boxes. He opened them up and spread them all over the table.

"Now, I want you to go over the Bowtruckle claws and find the one that reacts the best to you." I repeated the process touching all the claws, all of them sent a warm tingle down my spine before I came upon one that was darker and a little longer than the rest, when I laid my hand over this one I could tell it was the one, I got the same sensation when I help the wand, I could feel the ocean inside me and the waves swirling around. Dropping it I turned around and smiled at Ollivander.

"Found it, it's that one" pointing it out Ollivander looked at it and hummed deep in his throat.

"I remember that one, one of the few that I found in the wilderness, he gave me quite a cut." Now I want you to hold it in one hand, and touch each of the feathers." Picking up the claw I sighed deeply getting used to the feeling inside of me and touched the first feather in my reach, as soon as I touched it the peace inside of was shattered and I felt slightly sick. With each of the feathers it broke the ocean inside of me, but only a few made me sick. But the time I touched the last one on the table al I had gotten was a swirling stomach and a slight headache.

"Mr. Ollivander none of them worked, what should I do?" he looked at me for a moment then at the feathers, and finally at the wand box he brought with him into the back room. He moved to it and took out the wand. Moving over to a bare piece if bench space he took out his own wand and started mumbling. Soon the other wand was floating in midair and was spinning and stretching until a gold and red feather slowly begun to come out of the wand. When the feather was finally separated from the wand he picked it up and placed it next to the other feathers.

"Try that one Mr. Potter." He sounded tired and weary but his eyes shone brightly. Reaching down I picked up the claw again and felt the ocean deep inside of me and touched the gold and red feather. When I did I think I groaned but was not sure as my mind was blasted with a kaleidoscope of colors and sensation and the ocean inside of me seemed to break out into a storm.

Eventually the storm calmed and my mind slowly returned to the outside world to see that the work tables had been pushed back and Mr. Ollivander's hair was had an even wilder look to it, and a huge smile on his face. I could feel a dying wind in my hair and looked around the room to see everything out of place from it was last, and many things on the floor.

"Sorry" even though I truly was I could not keep the smile off of my face.

"Not to worry Harry, let us finish your wand and I will tell you all about the cores that you have chosen." Moving over to the wand on the table as I got closer I got feel the cores in my hand begin to vibrate, when I was one step away I saw the cores jump out of my hand, twirl around each other and shoot into the two holes in the back of the wand.

Both Ollivander and myself gasped loudly at the way the cores moved and as the end closed over the wand's end, slowly containing the wand's cores I quickly grasped the wand in my hand.

The feeling I felt now was nothing compared to what I felt now, it was unbelievably intense, I could feel my legs shaking, and the air was pushed out of lungs, but my mind was singing, I could identify everything in my head I could feel of the cores on the floor and the table tops, in the wands in the shelves, and Ollivander, the tightly compacted mass of energy of magic that was Ollivander was slightly frightening, he was as bright as the sun and just as hot, he seemed to be swelling in size, the energy focusing into a point, and suddenly I knew no more.

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Waking up groggy and confused was the usual for me, but having someone above you waving a wand in your face is very confusing.

"Mr. Ollivander what happened?"

"You were destroying my shop young Mr. Potter, I could have that now, so I stunned you, I have never in all my years seen a reaction quite like that when someone first opens the connection to their magic. Take hold of you wand now mister Potter I want to see what will happen."

Feeling slightly nervous now, I could see the destruction around the shop, the floor was slightly burnt, there were some scorch marks on an over turned table and one of the shelves seemed to have tipped over.

Seeing the wand by my side I picked it up and again felt the ocean more complete than it has ever felt before, but I was not sucked out of the world and I could see all the magic around the place and had to blink back tears when I looked at Ollivander, it really was like looking into the sun.

"Excellent Mr. Potter, now to tell you about your wand and cores, first is your blood, this will make sure you, and only you will ever be able to use this wand, or one of your descendants, secondly the Bowtruckle claw, a contradiction in itself you see cores tend to lean to a certain branch of magic and leave on side lopsided, in most case it leans to the persons strength, but the Bowtruckle claw is power for conjurations and transfiguring, but also on defense charms and warding, these two branches in the scales of magic are quite opposite to each other, but it will create a powerful wand.

Now most curious is the Phoenix feather, or more specifically that feather. I remember every wand I have ever sold Mr. Potter, and more importantly to whom I sold them to, and the Phoenix that gave the feather for the core in your wand, gave me one other, and that feather gave you that scar. Very curious indeed, the Phoenix feather though is a very balance core and reactions very heavily to emotions, making it powerful wand."

Frowning over the discovery that I was somehow connected to the bastard who killed my parents I still could not help but fell elated for my wand, and my magic, it feels so much calmer and in control now, much more peaceful.

"How can I repay you Mister Ollivander…? I mean I destroyed your shop! I can pay you what ever you want I mean it." Unsure of how he will react seeing the destruction I wrought in his shop and hoping he won't take my wand away.

"Well Harry… seeing as how there are two, cores in your wand… I will have to charge you for the price of two wands, so that's fourteen galleons and I will even give you a wand holster for your wand."

"But what about your shop! Fourteen galleons will hardly cover the damage!"

"Do not worry Mr. Potter, what do you think we have magic for, run along now, Minerva is waiting for you outside." Not staying to talk I quickly pulled out all the galleons in my pockets and run for the door forgetting completely about McGonagall.

Bursting from the shop I almost collided with McGonagall who was standing outside the shop with a mahogany trunk next to her leg.

"Careful where you are going Mr. Potter, I trust with the amount of time you spent in there you have found a wand for yourself Harry?" just giving her a nod I followed her in a daze, dragging my new trunk behind me.

Soon we were back in the Simmering Pot, where McGonagall used some of my money to pay for the rest of my stay until the school starts, she then went onto talk about studying before arriving at school but I hardly listened, so when she handed me my key to the room and told me to put my trunk in my room. She also said she would come see me in three days time and would talk more about the wizarding world.

Soon after arriving in my room I was dead to the world sleeping with my wand clasped in my hands.

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i am actually pretty proud... sorry about the bad grammer and stuff and just didn't have the patience to read through it, but i am willing to have a beta... u knwo... if u want.

i was not lying when i said eleven thousand words before, it just i cut some shit out cause i didnt have the patience to write it again, i have McGonagall talk about hogwarts as well, in particular the housing system and the teachers.

i also had harry visit everyshop insteed of ur one stop shop for everything and to be honest it worked out for the best, it pretty boring to read about him going around shopping for stuff so its cool. i think the wand scene and ending are better on this one though, but the grammer and flow of the pther was proberbly much better. again sorry.

PEACE OUT!

WILLING PEN.

please leave a real review... i will throw in some smut for you... just for you... not slash... so against slash... mainly cause they out number hetro fics 10 to 1... nough said.