HP : The Chronicles

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"Okay…" Harry said nodding as he left the wand on the table where Ollivander had pointed and moved around the room following the humming. Six more ingredients were gathered on the table before a soft whispering sound caught Harry's attention. It was different than the other components, softer somehow and the last of the two sounds remaining; it turned out to be a branch of wood of a dark brown colour. The last murmuring sound came from an assortment of boxes on a self in the back of the room; he had to climb on a chair and move a few boxes around to locate the source of the sound. It was a small wooden box which he opened only to find a large piece of a gleaming metal. "It's purple." Harry stated confused as he touched the lump of metal in the box.

"So are these all?" Severus asked carefully eyeing the assorted items as Harry approached with the metal.

"They are. And quite the collection they make." Ollivander said, picking up a red phoenix feather. "Curious. Very curious." He stated observing the feather.

"Excuse me sir, but what's curious?" Harry asked softly.

"It's curious that this feather is destined to be a part of your wand Mr. Potter when a second feather given by the same phoenix lies in the core of the wand that gave your brother his famous scar." Ollivander said as Severus moved closer to put his hand on the shoulder of a frozen in fear Harry. Did that man have to intimidate his poor boy further?

"I would appreciate it if you told us what the rest ingredients of the wand are." He said trying to change the topic.

"Why yes, as I said, an interesting collection of ingredients!" Ollivander exclaimed. "The main core you selected is from a golden phoenix, quite a rare bird, even amongst phoenixes. Then for support you have yet another phoenix feather -quite a fiery temperament!- the heart string of a Hungarian Horntail and… dear me, a heart string from a Nundu."

"A Nundu?" Severus asked the image of the giant deadly leopard, native in Africa, coming to his mind.

"Quite interesting, no?" Olivander asked as Harry stood in awe of what was to be his wand. "And to bring them all together you have picked a Unicorn's and a Thestral's hair -quite the opposites- and that golden hair is from a Re'em."

"Isn't a Re'em some sort of ox?" Harry asked in surprise.

"You could say that Harry." Severus muttered thinking of the tales he had heard of the magnificent golden haired creatures.

"The wandwood you have chosen is called Lignum Vitae. The hardest wood in the world that is, many call it ironwood. If you believe in fairy tales, it's said that Merlin's wand was made from the very same wood but that's just speculation of course."

"Don't you say?" Severus asked humorously as Harry blushed a deep crimson.

"And the metal you have chosen is called hepatizon. It's now singularly goblin made but it has its origins in ancient Greece; it was once called Corinthian bronze." Ollivander said contemplatively.

"And when will the wand be ready?" Severus asked, feeling how nervous Harry was getting under Ollivander's gaze.

"I normally don't have a lot of work during this time of the year, so if you stopped by this afternoon around four, it should be ready." The wandmaker said, walking the two wizards out, intent on starting to work immediately.

"I can trust your discretion of course." Severus added darkly as they exited the store, channelling the part of him that had made Death Eaters cringe at the mention of his name. The wandmaker nodded.

"It is a pleasure to make such a wand and possibly a one in a lifetime opportunity; you can trust I will not speak of it to anyone." Accepting his word, Severus bid him good day and led Harry out in the street. He would still keep an eye on Ollivander; the man was generally disinterested of what happened in the outside world and too devoted to his work to even bother telling about the wand but should he choose to speak… well, Severus thought, accidents happened daily. He smiled at Harry who was still looking at the now closed door of the shop over his shoulder.

"That was… interesting." The green eyed boy commented numbly as Severus chuckled. He was extremely proud of how Harry had dealt with the, admittedly scary, wandmaker.

"Your wand will be amazing Harry." Severus said making the boy's face shine with happiness. "No need to return home just to came back in the afternoon." The potions master offered, pretending not to notice the wide smile on Harry's face as he spoke. "I say we spend our day here and…"

"Thank you Sev!" Harry said laughing, holding onto Severus for dear life. "Can we go to Flourish & Blotts too? Oh and at Quidditch Quality Supplies?" Harry asked prattling happily on Severus's side. Severus just laughed at his antics and nodded. He could not remember what the last time since he had had so much fun visiting Diagon Alley had been. Perhaps never.

After a lengthy stop at Flourish & Blotts and a dozen of purchases later, the two wizards headed for the Quidditch store where Harry talked about all he knew about the sport how much he would like to learn how to fly on a broom or go to Quidditch game, something his father and Adrian did together all the time. Severus grudgingly admitted he did enjoy the sport, or used to, before the whole experience was somewhat ruined by James Potter during his fourth year. He narrated how James and Sirius had tried to pull a prank to the Slytherin team and ended up in detention, making Harry burst in laughter. They ate in the Leaky Cauldron and when the time came, returned to Ollivander's for Harry's wand.

"Welcome back!" The old wizard greeted them merrily. "Mr. Potter, I'm proud to present you with your wand." Ollivander opened a black wand box and pulled back the protective cloth, allowing the wand to show. It was beautiful to Harrys' eyes. The dark colour was complimented with the soft gleam of the hepatizon that twirled in delicate vine patterns on the hilt. Harry softly gathered the wand in his arms and the held it confidently as a familiar warmth entered his body. "A perfect fit!" Ollivander exclaimed.

"What is the metal doing?" Severus asked noticing something on the wand; and truly, it was like the metal of the hilt moved and extended towards the base of the wand, softly carving the wood, creating a pattern that looked a lot like…

"Is that a Celtic knot?" Ollivander asked interested. "It's customary for a wand such as yours to create a symbol on its base; you can say it's the wand's way to identify, to name itself." The wandmaker explained. "Does that symbol mean anything to you Mr. Potter?" Harry simply nodded as he stared at the familiar star now etched on his wand. Here we go, thought Severus simply, sharing a knowing look with Harry and a smile. So many things to do and, for once, all the time in the world to achieve them. Severus started planning.

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