Mr. Ollivander watched as the small young boy followed the huge form of Rubeus Hagrid out of his shop, now carrying his brand new wand: holly, eleven inches, nice and supple, and with a phoenix feather core. Though the boy had left, it still felt to Ollivander as if part of him were still there, standing in front of him. The air around him had changed; he had felt it the moment the boy had entered the shop. Even now, he could still taste the deep, thick oxygen that circulated the dusty walls. It was powerful magic – he could feel it in every sense left to his old body.

Of course, everyone had their own ideas about the mysterious Boy-Who-Lived. Some thought he was lucky to have survived He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's attack; others believed he simply had great powers that were yet unknown and unrevealed. Regardless, Mr. Ollivander had been expecting the lad to turn up sooner or later, looking for a wand to use while learning magic at Hogwarts.

But he had never thought, never even dreamed that the boy would choose that wand. How peculiar, he thought. Mr. Ollivander had divulged to the young Harry Potter (once they had found the right wand) that his chosen wand shared a core connection with the wand of that feared wizard who had committed countless atrocities, murdered Harry's own parents, and then attempted to kill Harry himself.

Why? Ollivander questioned himself. Why? How very interesting that this young boy's wand was the brother of the most feared Dark Wizard's wand. What did this mean about the boy's future? What did it mean about the future of the wizarding world? For Mr. Ollivander was certain that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was still out there, not quite dead, and would want to finish off the Potter boy, the one who had ruined his quest for immortality. What would the Dark Lord think when he realized that the Potter boy had a wand to rival his own in power?

And of course, everyone thought differently on wands: some people thought wands held all the power, while others thought that wands were simply the tools used to execute power from inside the wizard himself. Mr. Ollivander was not quite sure where he stood in this debate: as a wandmaker, he felt that he should support the idea of a powerful wand, but then he thought that power came from inside a person, too. Mr. Potter was a clean-cut example of power radiating from a wizard.

During the process of making a wand, Ollivander would always realize that he had no idea of the hands it would fall into, and how adept or powerful at magic that person would be. He shuddered. He could not have imagined what the wand made of yew and phoenix feather, at thirteen-and-a-half inches, would do in its owner's hands.

And that brought his thoughts back to the young boy who had just left his shop. Would the holly wand he had made bear the same power as its brother? What could the wizarding world expect to see from the Boy-Who-Lived in the coming years? The boy certainly had magical power running through his veins, Ollivander could feel it…

Mr. Ollivander turned suddenly, jerking his thoughts back to the here-and-now, and retreated back into the depths of his shop. He had work to do, after all, and, if he had time, he would pen a letter to Albus Dumbledore about the interesting wand the young Mr. Potter had received.