Warning: A little language. Takes place after GOF so spoilers. Might help it you reread the last few chapter of GOF.

Disclaimer: Don't own

Summary: Harry finds a wand in a junk shop.

Later chapters: Aunt Petunia and Sirius know each other from the past. Petunia has plenty of secrets.

This story is from Harry's POV for the most part.

Flowering Willow

Chapter 1: Weighting of the Wands

By Tracev

Life with the Dursley's is… well life with the Dursley's, it never changes. Harry Potter was actually glad to be back here on Privet drive for a change. After the events of last school year, it was nice pretending you didn't exist, in a world of people that wished you didn't exist. To slip back into your mundane life as if those events never happened. There were no words of magic or potions and spells, after all it was forbidden in the Dursley's household and Harry was glad for it. It was nice to see people he went to primary school with, to even see Dudley. Dudley had even grown up a little but he still had exceeded in growing out.

Harry was currently out back weeding the small rose garden. He had finished a while ago but now he was just sitting in the middle of the garden thinking. He had been doing that a lot lately. Quiet time, time to deal with Cedrics death. To deal with the fact that Voldemort had come back and was actively after him. But mostly he like to clear his mind and think of nothing for as long as possible. He liked to lay there in the dirt breathing in the fresh air. Thinking of nothing.

He was actually having a pretty good time this summer, uncle Vernon was away on a business trip to France for an order of Drills. He had been very excited when he left. Dudley was leaving in a couple of days for Petres Lake with some friends from school he would be gone for 2 whole Dudley free weeks.

Harry smiled it would just be him and Aunt Petunia. Petunia Dursley really didn't push him like uncle Vernon did. She would at least let him sleep in and leave him alone, for the most part. Ignore the fact that he was even in the house. Harry welcomed this silence that was about to come.

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Aunt Petunia is driving me crazy. Dudley is leaving tomorrow for the lake and she is insisting upon a whole new wardrobe for him. I'll be glad to see him go, mind you. We're on our way to the store, to buy Dudley shoes. Why I have to go with them is beyond me. I'm nearly 15, I think I can stay at home with out blowing things up, but they don't trust me.

Dudley keeps poking me, in the car. I'm not happy, I want to grab his fat finger and snap them off. I can't wait till he's gone. The store is a typical muggle-shopping plaza, the shoe store is the destination though Harry knew that Dudley would force them to stop at the ice cream shop in the plaza. Harry plopped himself down on the bench in front of the store. He got a warning from aunt Petunia not to move or they would leave him.

Harry watched the mid day week shoppers. Many were in such rushes, dragging small children behind them. Shoe shopping with Dudley was taking a lot longer than he thought it would and decided to wander down the way window shopping, this way he could see when his aunt came out of the store.

He wandered past beauty salons, dry cleaners and clothing stores of all sorts. He was near the end of the plaza where it curves off, to where the maintenance office is. Harry noticed a small door, it wasn't the average height of the other stores. This one was wood with weird transparent gold lettering on it. He moved in for a closer look, not wanting to spend too much time out of sight. Potions & Notions the door read, the store window listed herbs, book, cauldrons, and other magical objects.

Harry pressed his face against the glass to get a look in, it was so dark in the store he couldn't see a thing. He hesitated to go in, but his curiosity was peaked. He had been to this shopping plaza plenty in the past why hadn't he seen it? Shoppers walked right by with out a look at the store. He suspected it had an anti-muggle charm on the store, similar to the one at the Leaky Cauldron. Harry opened the door, a soft bell chimed as he entered causing an old witch behind the counter to look up. Harry nodded at her and headed down one of the aisles. It was mostly incense and spices of sort on this aisle. He rounded the corner, the witch stood there blocking his way.

"Can I help you?" she said in a thick accent of Hungarian.

Harry shook his head "Just looking" he mumbled.

She watched him walk down another aisle and toward the back of the store. The store carried all the things that Diagon Alley and he suspected a lot of things that Knockturn alley carried. For there were things he had never seen before dark arts stuff. The store was dark, cramped and full to the ceiling with supplies of all kind. Harry strolled to the back of the store, under a small table he spied an ancient broom. Harry bent down to get a better look at it. He moved the box of junk aside to pull the broom out.

The broom was an ancient shooting star in pretty bad condition, most of the magic of the broom was gone. He set it back, and moved the junk box to its place. As he did so his hand grazed the tip of an old wand. Red and gold sparks shot everywhere, lighting up the back of the store. Harry pulled the wand out of the box. It was still glowing just like his wand had the first time he held it. He could feel the tingle in his fingers. Harry stood up, the witch was right there, her silver eyes bore right through him.

"Who are you?" she whispered, pointing her croaked finger at him.

Harry turned in surprise, he backed up she was to close, her eyes were changing colors as he stood there before her. She was no taller than he was, she stood stooped over a walking staff in her hand. The wand was still glowing shooting the occasional spark. She reached for the wand. Harry pulled it to his chest. "How much for the wand?" he whispered.

"No that wand it's not for you". She grabbed for the wand again, putting her whole body into it this time. She tackled Harry, he held onto the wand, their bodies collided. They fell to the ground the whole weight of the witch upon him. "Stupefy" he yelled half pointing the wand at her. Her eyes glazed over, and she slide off of him. Harry jumped to his feet. The witch recovered quickly "Who are you?" she snarled coming toward him.

Harry rushed for the door as she pulled her own wand. Outside Harry ran for the car, aunt Petunia was loading bags into the trunk. Harry tucked the wand down the front of his shirt as he ran. He didn't know what the hell had just happened but this couldn't be good. He was panting hard and was almost to the car. His aunt had seen him and was waiting.

"Potter."

Harry turned to see Draco Malfoy standing there. "Oh good God" Harry muttered this was just the topper to his day. Draco stood in muggle cloths next to his mother, both sneering as only the Malfoy's can. Harry kept walking to the car, just ignore him, just ignore him.

"Potter, you look like shit. Taking after the Weasley's" he motioned toward Harry's oversize and holey clothes.

"Go away Malfoy" Harry turned to get in the car.

"What Potter don't want to stick around and chat" Draco said sarcastically. Harry turned to get in the car, this isn't what he needed now. Aunt Petunia whispered "Dudley get in the car". His aunt rested her hand on Harry's shoulder, her eyes falling on the tall blond woman who stood behind the other boy.

Narcissa Malfoy returned the stare for a moment at the blond mother of the two boys. Petunia broke the contact first, "get in the car Harry". Petunia Dursley backed herself into the car, as she sped away she glanced only once in the review mirror, at the blond women Narcissa Malfoy.

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Harry rushed up stairs and pulled the wand from under his shirt. It was still glowing, he set it on his bed watching it. The wand was a willow with a gold inlay inscribed in the handle. The tip was still in good condition, except for a few scratch and dents here and there it was in good shape. Harry stared at it for nearly and hour. Who's wand was this? He decided to write to Hermione explain the situation to her maybe she would have a suggestion. When he held this wand he felt something, some type of connection. Maybe it had a phoenix feather in it like his wand did, but he was pretty sure that Mr. Ollivander had said it was just two wands like that, his and Voldemorts.

Harry sent Hedwig off with a letter to Hermione and then prepared for bed. The wand had not stopped glowing. It was as if a small force of light was coming from the wood of the wand. Harry set it on his nightstand and watched it. He could have sworn that it was a live, that it knew who he was. Harry narrowed his eyes and leaned into the nightstand, he rested his head against the tip of the wand. A smooth sensation eased through him, a calm, it felt familiar. What was it? He jerked his head away and stared at the wand. Something was wrong here, something felt strange. The wand was still glowing bright as ever, Harry didn't know how to explain it but the wand it seemed to glow even brighter when he touched it. As if this wand had taken the energy from his scar. Harry shook his head that just wasn't possible.

He jumped, from the bed the wand was scaring him. He wrapped it in an old shirt and shoved it to the back of the closet. He crawled back in bed, trying not to think of the wand. He knew what he had to due now, he had to get to Diagon Alley to take the wand to Mr. Ollivander. He would be able to tell him whom the wand belonged to.