Just a little one-shot I thought about doing. I'm working on a few longer stories, but I wanted to take a break for a bit so enjoy. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter franchise - only JKR has that privilege
Mr Ollivander had come so close that he and Harry were almost nose to nose. Harry could see himself reflected in those misty eyes.
"And that's where..."
Mr Ollivander touched the lightning scar on head with a long white finger.
"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly. Harry leapt back almost at once.
"Wait, you mean to tell me I was hit on the head with a stick?! That's what gave me this scar?!" He yelled in surprise. Harry ran a hand through his hair. This could not be happening. He thought it was something cool like robots or a battle or something. Not a stick.
"Have a good day, Mr Ollivander, I'll just be, ah, leaving now," he said whilst walking through the door.
"Hit with a stick," Ollivander heard him mutter on the way out. "Hit with a bloody stick!"
The old man groaned and fell back into a chair, putting his head in his hands.
"That's the saviour of the wizarding world?!" He said despairingly. Hagrid, whose presence had been forgotten, muttered a quick goodbye and left after Harry.
The old wand-maker had a point, he thought to himself. Dumbledore has his work cut out for him.
I remember reading this in another fanfic, and thought I'd post it, so if anyone knows the name/author of the other fanfic and could tell me I'd be grateful ^_^