To all

This originally was not a planned story. As a matter of fact I was taking a break and working on something else when this idea struck me.

I would also like to say thank you to all my past readers.

Also to hadia your review put this thing in my head. I hope you read it and enjoy it.

Chapter 1 The Visitor

Harry felt nervous as he went to answer the door. It was not the sort of thing he was inclined to do. Well answering the door was, yes. But what concerned him this evening was what was on the other side of the door.

Tonight Ginny was at the Burrow with her mother. His roommate, Ron would be with Hermione at her flat, probably doing something Harry did not need too many details about. Harry had the place to himself tonight and he did need it.

As far as anyone knew Harry was working late tonight. That wasn't true though. He set it up so that would be what everyone thought.

Harry answered the door to a gorgeous blonde wearing magenta robes with gold trim.

"Come in." Harry said to her holding the door.

The blonde came in carrying a small bag with her. "I take it no one is here?" She asked.

"Not at all." Harry answered. "Alone. It took a bit of work you know."

"I wanted to make sure that things were right for this evening." She said. "Where do you want to be for this?"

"The chair I suppose." Harry answered. He took a seat in his favorite chair. It was cushy and reminded him something of the chairs in the Gryffindor common room.

"This does look comfy." She said looking at the chair. "Now shall we begin?"

"Alright." Harry answered wondering if this was the right thing to do.

"Just let me set up." She said opening her bag. She took out what looked like a very small pensive and a jar of water. She put the pensive on the table next to Harry. She then filled it with the water from the jar.

"Do you have a blanket?" She asked.

"Are you cold?" Harry asked.

"No, but you might be. Didn't you read the instructions I gave you at all."

"Not really." Harry answered. He actually left them in his desk drawer at the office with a lock on it no one would hopefully figure out.

"Every time you tried you got interrupted." She answered for him.

"Are you that good at occulmancy?" Harry asked.

"No, that's just the answer I usually get. My field of study is not Occlumancy at all. It is purely in the field of Centered Focused Divinition Assistance."

"Vision quests." Harry answered.

"Well if you do want to put things bluntly. But I do need you to get a blanket. I had one client whose quest sent him to Antarctica. He got frost bite on his nose. I'm not making that same mistake again"

Harry tried not to think of any of his parts getting frost bite. Ouch.

Harry made himself comfortable in the chair. "What if I end up somewhere in the Sahara?"

"Well then we can just take the blanket off then." She said.

"Are you ready to get started?" She asked a little annoyed now.

"Yes," Harry answered.

"Do you know what questions you want answered?"

"Yes."

She stood over him. "Relax and remember that no matter what nothing on your quest will hurt you unless you want it to."

She drew her fingers over his eyes as she said a spell and tapped Harry's head with her wand.

From there Jeanette Ollivander waited and watched. She wondered what could possibly be going on inside the head of the boy who lived.