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A/N: This little plot bunny hit me a few minutes ago while listening to my HP CD. If you guys like, review, I'll write more. If you don't, I'll abandon it… or maybe write more anyway. I tried to load this before and for some reason the indents aren't working.

Wonderful Wands Albus Dumbledore             I live in a little cage in the rafters of the shop called Ollivander's. Most people don't notice me, but my owner, Mr. Zalman Ollivander, likes it that way. My first memory of a young student was Albus Dumbledore. Mr. Ollivander was young then, apprenticing under the eye of his father.

Albus had red hair and a pair of striking blue eyes. He saw me as soon as he entered the shop with what must have been his mother and a younger brother. I watched his eyes light up, while his mother clutched at her coat and the younger boy's hand. The elder Mr. Ollivander gave my master a push into the workroom and told him to "watch and learn, boy."

Without a smile he walked straight to the woman. "May I help you, Ma'am?" his usually gruff voice was softer, more polite. "Yes. My son, Albus, is starting Hogwarts in September. We need a wand." I recognized that this woman wasn't happy. There was a haunted fear in her dark eyes, in the way she held herself. Albus had come forward, an eager smile on his mouth.

"Well, young sir, which is your wand arm?" I recall being disgusted at his fake tone. "My right, sir." Came the answer. "Hmm…will you please excuse me for one moment?" He went to get a potion, dabbing it on his eyelids. I later found out it was to measure the magical power in the young witch or wizard.

Mr. Ollivander threw his hands over his eyes. I heard him swearing while Mrs. Dumbledore covered her young son's ears. She drew herself up proudly. "Mister Ollivander! If you cannot manage your language we will find our custom elsewhere!" I had no idea she would sound so scathing. Albus put a hand on her arm. "Calm down, Mrs. Simmons" so she wasn't Mrs. Dumbledore. "The man just got soot in his eyes, is all."

My master inched out of the workroom. "Hello, Mrs. Simmons, is it? My father just had a bit of an accident. Why don't we try you on some wands, eh?" he asked Albus with a grin.  The first wand they tried was nine and a quarter inches long, it was made of hemlock with a core of phoenix feathers. I watched while Albus took the wand, and an amazed look flashed over his face. An explosion rocked the building and fireworks shot up around me. They were whistling the Hallelujah Chorus.

Zalman had warned me this might happen, but it quite scared me. When the bells in my head stopped ringing the wand was in a box, and my owner was escorting a shell shocked Mrs. Simmons and two delighted boys along with the wand out the door.