Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

A/N: Ollivander sells wands to pretty much everybody. He might sell a wand that saves a life but he also sells the ones that take them. I think that he would feel guilty after a while because of the whole if they didn't have wands no one would get hurt thing. There is a quote from Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone. Also, with how superstitious wizards are I'd wager they have long since outlawed Voldemorts Wand's wood and core combination. One Shot.


Ollivander quietly walks up to the tree. Cherry. Bich. Holly. Cedar. He doesn't care which, not anymore. They all blended together after a lifetime of harvesting wand wood. The real defining moment is when he matches the wood to a core.

That's when the wood mattered.

Certain wood can not be paired with certain cores.

Sometimes by law.

Yew and Pheonix feather 13 1/2" and Killing Curse green, Imperius yellow, and the scarlet crimson of the Crutatius Curse.

Others by wand lore.

Cherry and Dragon heartstrings any length and lost patience and flaring tempers and death and violence and suffering.

The real challenge was finding the best match in order to create strong wands without it being a match that will get a wand snapped.

Cracking wood and angry voices and begging and wailing and suddenly a SNAP!

Ollivander had to choose carefully. Each pairing had to be done with the utmost precision. Then he had to make the wands, following the will of the wood and core.

Can't be too long, Can't be too short. Has to be perfect or the wand will refuse to work.

Then he had to get the wand to the proper witch or wizard- no matter who they might be.

Young Tom Marvalo Riddle is doing his best to his his wide-eyed looks as he is chosen by a yew and phoenix feather wand,13 1/2 and a little boy with James Potter's hair and Lily Evan's- Potter's- eyes and a lightning scar down his forehead "we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter"

Ollivander is old. He knows a lot about wands. His family knows even more. Generations of wand making knowledge at his fingertips. Centuries of lore.

Sometimes, he thinks, he should have known better.

He looks at his hands and see's the blood of all the children who have ever come to him,bright eyed and bushy tailed, to get a wand.

Tom Riddle. James Potter. Sirius Black. Lily Evans. Peter Pettigrew. Remus Lupin. Colin Creevey. Lavander Brown. Severus Snape. Nymphadora Tonks. Fred Weasley.

So many others dead.

Forgotten.

The wood in his hand snaps.


A/N: I know it might seem like a mismatch pf words, especially in italics. It's intended to be that way. He's remembering bits and pieces and shoving them together into thoughts.

Yes, he did break the wand wood.