-Warning this is my first fanfiction. I have written some in the past but never posted them anywhere. So please be kind. But also be truthful if you decide to review.-
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if I owned the Harry Potter Series then there would have been a lot of changes and things would have gone a lot differently. With that said. I do not own harry potter but this story idea is an original one. And therefore the changes are gonna be something of my own design.
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Chapter One.
The Beginning
"Ah yes," said the old man. "Yes, yes I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a Quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."
Mr. Ollivander moved closer to harry. Harry wished he would blink. Those silvery eyes were a it creepy. "Your Father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches, pliable. A more little more power and excellent for Transfiguration. Well I say your father favored it. Its really the wand that chooses the wizard of course." he paused."So now young Mr. Potter Lets see to what wand you belong."
An hour later and several explosions a little bit of lightning, a few fizzles, a scared harry, and close to 300 wands later...
"Well now Mr. Potter this is very interesting indeed." the old man now pondered. "i only have one wand left to try. Though I am reluctant to do so." worried harry asks. "what happens if it doesn't choose me sir?" harry now thinking he may never find a wand that would want him."And why are you reluctant to try this last one?"
Ollivander smiled at the boys curiosity. "then we shall have to make you a custom wand young man." harry visibly relaxed. "and to answer your second question dear child. While this wand is a good wand, holly with phoenix feather. I did not make this wand myself. In fact it was your Headmaster Albus Dumbledore that made it. He also expressed firmly that you should be fitted with this wand. Even if it is not the one that chooses you or suits you best."
Confused by this harry looks into the mans almost creepy eyes once again. "But why me sir?"
Ollivander becoming a little solemn replies. "because dear boy. You are the boy-who-lived. A most powerful wizard if I ever saw one. And Dumbledore has a habit of trying to control or destroy anything that he thinks is more powerful then himself." Shocked harry almost stares at the man. Trying to digest this bit of information since the very man they were talking about was the one responsible for freeing harry from his relatives."Would it be alright if we tried it anyways sir?"
"Why yes child I don't believe that would be a problem what so ever." he starts to hand the wand over to harry carefully never knowing what could happen. "Remember holly wand with phoenix tail feathers for its core. A very temperamental but powerful wand."
Harry reaching out takes the wand into his hand. Instantly feeling what can only be described as sticking your finger into a electrical socket passing through his body. Almost screaming harry says "It hurts sir. It hurts really bad." as he says this red smoke starts to billow out of the tip of the wand the shaft of it starting to turn red like it was being heated.
"THROW IT AWAY FROM US HARRY!" Mr. Ollivander's almost panicked yell causes harry to react immediately tossing it as far from himself and the old man as he can. Scared harry hears a chime at the door signaling someone's entrance. Harry yells quickly "DUCK!" as Ollivander throws a protective shield around the wand hoping to minimize the blast. The new man in the store dives to the side now alert of the danger. Just in time to see the flying wand hit a bookshelf causing it to explode taking the bookshelf with it.
The new man clothed in black robes with semi long hair that seemed to have some sort of grease in it then stands still alert for more incoming attacks. "what is the meaning of this!" he says rather forcefully through a growl and in loud volume. Standing back up from behind the counter Ollivander stares at the man. "That" he says pointing at the now destroyed bookcase. "is what happens when your Headmaster Fumbles the old goat decides to interfere with a wand choosing its master, professor Snape."
Snape deadpans in apparent shock. Hearing the word Professor harry realizes this is soon to be one of his teachers. He hurries over to the man. "I am so very sorry sir. The wand reacted badly to me. I didn't do it on purpose I swear. Are you ok sir?" dusting himself off the potions master comments snidely. "well I should think so, as it seems that wand was in no shape or form fit for you, Mr..." he then looks up to the child. Pausing seeing his old school rival the man he hated for so many years in such a small body. He cringes. And spits out. "Potter?"
shocked that the teacher knew him harry replies. "yes I am harry potter. I am so very glad that you are ok. And that I seem to not be the only one who thinks so." he adds an uncomfortable laugh at the end. His eyes darting between this man and Ollivander. Ollivander smiles "this is professor Severus Snape the potions master and teacher at Hogwarts. I believe he knew your mother and father before.. well before they were adults."
harry deadpans for a moment staring at Snape. "is it true sir? Did you know my parents? Can you tell me about them? I never knew them sir I would love to hear any small thing." Snape still trying to recover from the blast then the sudden appearance of his rivals and his loves child Replies without thinking. "i believe that can be arranged once you are attending classes at school."
"oh thank you sir. Thank you so much. You will never know what this means to me. It means more then anyone could ever know. Thank you again sir." happily he spins around to face Ollivander.
"so a custom wand it is then?"
that snapped Snape out of his stupor. He had only heard of a very few people that actually needed a custom made wand. And didn't just get one because they could afford it. All of them were indeed very powerful wizards. Pondering this the man decided it would be best to be on the child's good side. "Yes my dear child." he said scribbling a note onto a spare piece of parchment. "be here at this address tomorrow at noon shall we say." he then handed the note to the young mage in front of him. Smiling widely as he did. Looking down at the parchment harry opened it and read it.
Inside the Attic at
#4 Privet Drive, Surrey
to say harry was shocked would be an understatement. He deadpanned and looked at the old man as if he were insane. "but sir we do not have an attic." Ollivander's smile only widens "anything is possible with magic dear child. Just make sure you examine the ceilings and you will find it. Though only you will be able to find the entrance." stuffing the parchment into his pocket harry smiled. He then turned to Snape. "I cant wait to hear about them sir. Thank you again ever so much." he said as politely as he could while smiling at the man in earnest.
"We shall talk soon Mr. Potter." Snape's words were barely audible. But harry had heard them. With that harry started walking out of the store. Snape now turning to the old man behind the counter. "so Fumbles is still manipulating people in his search for power?" Ollivander only nodded. "And a custom wand is really necessary for the boy?" to which Ollivander's smile grew wide. "oh yes my dear Snape. Very necessary for that dear boy. I dare say that we can expect a great many great things from that young man."
Ollivander could not stop his grin from being on his face for the rest of the day at the thought of making a custom wand once again. It had been over a thousand years since he had had that distinct pleasure. He always refused the spoiled brats that decided the wand that choose them wasn't good enough for them. The last man he had made one for had done great things even when he was still Ollivander's apprentice. And then even greater things once he gained the title of Merlin. Even though he wasn't the most famous Merlin. He still did a many great things for the world.