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Written for; Stickers; Object; Wand - Write about someone getting a new wand.
Word count Without An - 437
Curious
Wand after wand was tried and rejected, and the pile grew steadily larger. His mother had long since taken his brother and sister to the next shop, when they complained of boredom, ten minutes into the testing.
His father sat by the window, watching on with a strange smile on his face.
Albus was done.
"Dad, what if I'm just not meant for this?" he asked, scuffing his foot along the floor as the odd old wandmaker went, once again, into the back room to find more wands for Albus to try.
"Ollivander will find you a wand, Son, don't worry. You're just… special."
"Your father knows all about that, Mr Potter," the wandmaker said as he reappeared. Albus turned to find that same strange smile that his father had had.
"What do you mean, Sir?"
"I remember like it was just yesterday… he was quite the tricky customer."
Albus raised his eyebrow at his father. "Really?"
Harry nodded, standing up. He walked over and rested a hand on Albus' shoulder. "Really. Your Uncle Hagrid and I were here for ages until we found my wand."
"Is the wand you use now the first one you ever got, Dad?"
Harry nodded, taking his wand out of his pocket. Ollivanders eyes lit up.
"May I?"
Handing it over, Harry looked back at Al. "That wand has seen me through since I was eleven years old, Al. I'm not sure what I'd do without it."
"Holly, eleven inches, phoenix feather. This is in fantastic condition, My Potter. I always knew this wand, and you, were destined for greatness."
Ollivander handed the wand over, before turning his eye on to Albus. "I wonder…"
He disappeared into the back once more.
Albus was still marvelling about how long his father had had his wand. James was already on his second, having snapped his first half way into his first year at Hogwarts during a prank gone wrong.
A box was slid onto the counter, and Albus accepted the wand with trepidation. Immediately, a warmth spread up his arm and green and silver sparks flew from the end of the wand, crackling in the air.
"I think, perhaps, we have a winner," Ollivander said quietly. Albus watched as the old man looked at Harry.
"Curious indeed. Twelve inches, bendy, willow. The core is from the heart of a basilisk… the basilisk that resided at Hogwarts."
Harry grinned. "Curious indeed, Mr Ollivander."
He handed over the money happily, wrapping his arm around Albus' shoulders. "Come on, Al, lets go find your mum."
"Dad… why is it curious?"
Harry's laughter echoed around the shop.