My life - An adventure

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter works belong to J.K. Rowling.

AN: This story is an idea I got from "Harry Potter and the Memories of Old" by Snowy123. Some of spells are from the story "Harry Potter and the Unlocked Knowledge" by kmfrank.

Chapter 02

I open my eyes as the sunlight filters into my room. I roll around in my 4-poster bed trying to get more sleep. I smile at the thought. My own 4-poster bed in my own room, which is double the size of Vernpig's master bedroom. I giggle at the memory of my uncle sputtering incoherently the first time he saw the room. My henchman, Dobby the house elf, was able to expand the room and tie it into the rune work I created from my memories. As long as the rune work stands, the room will remain in its size. A room expansion charm of this size requires very little energy and as such the power rune can absorb the needed energy from ambient sources without the need for charging.

It's been 10 days since I came back "home". I sorted through most of Volde's memories. The only ones remaining are those I don't want. I sorted through some of them last night and I saw some pretty horrible things. Mostly torturing muggles as he conducted raids during the first war. I decided not to sort them. Whatever knowledge I gain is not worth the price I have to pay. I need to destroy them. I don't know how. Maybe a pensieve will help? It remains to be seen.

But I gained knowledge. Lots of it. Tom Riddle even as a 16 year old knew enough about magic than most adults did in their lifetime. He made it his mission to know everything he can before he left Hogwarts. As a fourteen year old going into his fourth year, he knew enough to achieve O's in Transfiguration, Charms, DADA, Potions, Runes, Arthimacy, Astrononomy, History & Magical creatures NEWTs. For some reason he was never interested in Herbiology. Must not possess a green thumb.

As a 15 year old he perfected the magic that are the unforgivables. He dabbled in ritual magic to gain more power and strength. After searching for it since his third year, he finally found the chamber of secrets during the final terms of his fifth year. It gave him access to the Basilisk, who he eventually used toward the end of his sixth year to kill Moaning Myrtle. But the most important find was a whole slew of literary work not seen by humanity in over thousand years, which he found in the Basilisk chamber. The collection of Salazar Slytherin. Through those books he learned high level Ritual magic including the creation of Horcruxes. He learned magic, which only a handful of wizards were ever able to practice. Parselmagic.

It was another branch of magic grossly miscategorized by today's wizards. Like any branch of magic, it can be used for both good and bad. The advantage of parselmagic is that only another parselmage can neutralize it. Someone hit with an equivalent of a stunner in parselmagic can only be enneverated using parselmagic or wait until the magic runs out of the system, which can take anywhere between a day to a few weeks depending on how powerful the stunner was. It is a boon to those who can wield it. But like anything in creation, it has its own disadvantages. It requires immense concentration and hence using it in a battle or duel is foolhardy. But if you happen to be a Slytherin and were able to sneek around your target, then that's a different story. But the true power of parselmagic comes through when used for warding, healing and rituals. There is even a ritual, which can cure a person driven to insanity.

Thinking about that reminds me of the many who ever driven to insanity using the cruciatus. Many through Volde's own wand. I wish I could help them now. But to be able to perform that ritual, I need to be proficient in practically every field of magic. Conjuration, healing, runes, arthimancy and parselmagic. It won't be for at least another few years. I hope.

Voldemort was a true genius. A homicidal psychopath, true. But a genius. As Ollivander said two years back, he did great things. Terrible… But great. During the summer after his fifth year, he found out that, he, as the last known heir of Slytherin can now access the family vault. As he stepped inside thinking of the riches, all he found was a family tree and nothing else. As he followed Salazar's name down the tree, he saw the name shift to 'Gaunt'. At the end of the tree he saw his mother's name. Merope Gaunt, who went on to marry Thomas Riddle, who was denoted by a white line to signify a muggle. Tom raged in terrible anger at the revelation. Calming himself he saw that there are only three members left alive in the tree. Himself. His muggle father. And finally an uncle on his mother's side. Morfin Gaunt.

From the public archives he found out where the Gaunts lived. He visited his insane uncle and found out about his rich muggle father and his family. He killed them all and modified Morfin's mind to think he murdered the Riddles. He used his father's death to create his first horcrux. His family ring which he took from his uncle. And thus lord Voldemort was born. He came back to Hogwarts with a new name, which he established among those who eventually became the first of his inner circle. He released the Basilisk at the end of his sixth year, which resulted in Myrtle's death, which he used to create his second horcrux. The diary. He wasn't able to release the Basilisk again after that incident. He however did go into the chamber one last time during his final year to gather all the books he wanted. He left a few behind which he already memorized. He was cunning as they came. Cunning enough to seduce a ghost to part with her dearest secret. The gray lady of Ravenclaw, Lady Rowena's daughter who stole the diadem from her mother. He took the secret from her and it became one of his Horcruxes.

After Hogwarts he worked for Borgin and Burkes. He used his job to develop contacts inside the traditional pure blood families. One of whom was Hepzibah Smith who he befriended. He stole Lady Helga Hufflepuff's cup and the Slytherin locket from her after poisoning her to death. And they became his final Horcruxs. At least known to him. But unknown to him, he also made me into one, which I must say I was very lucky to get rid off.

Analyzing what happened back in the chamber, I came to a conclusion. Because the basilisk fang was already immersed in my blood, it created a magical connection between Tom's diary and myself. Blood after all is a magically powerful substance. If he never touched my head, I don't think anything would have happened to the horcrux in my head. But because of the magical connection established by my blood and his contact with my scar, the two horcruxs became connected. But because of the way the horcrux in my head was tied with my own mental and magical essence, it was forced to breakdown into its core components. The soul, the mind and the magic. The mind and the magic, which were respectively linked to mine, remained and were fully released within me. But the soul never came close to being attached to mine because of my mother's sacrifice. It provided a barrier, which saved me in more ways than one. The soul escaped to join its counterpart and was destroyed. As I said. I was lucky.

I smile at the thought of my mother. Even when I knew nothing of my parents were, I always knew they loved me. Maybe it was my mother's protection. And I think that was a crucial difference between young Tom Riddle and Me. I knew I was loved even when the Dursleys hated me. But young Tom never knew his mother's love. All he grew up with was hate. I shudder at the thought of what I could have become. It's a humbling thought. I wonder if Dumbledore ever realized the near fatal mistake he made. Hmm… Enough of these morbid thoughts. I know Voldemort's secrets. I have all his magical knowledge. When he gets his body back, which for some reason I think isn't that far off, he will come after me. He will expect someone with a school education or maybe a decent Auror. But not someone who has knowledge of the darkest and foulest of magics.

After all the prophecy states that I have the power to vanquish the dark lord… Thinking back at that memory, I feel a surge of anger, much less in intensity than I felt the day I saw the memory for the first time. Snape. I wanted to kill him. He was the reason Voldemort went after my family. He was the reason I grew up with the Dursleys. But then I thought back to what would have happened if Voldemort never heard of the prophecy. The war would have gone on. And maybe he would have won. Maybe my parents would be dead and the world under his rule. He did know some of the most dangerous magics after all. Demons. I wonder why he never used them. Maybe he never felt the need. He was after all winning the war until he came across me.

I open my eyes and stretch around the bed. I get up and walk out of my room into the bathroom. Today is a big day. I'm a few days ahead of schedule. But it's never too soon. Today I'm going to get my wand modified. Then, I need to shop around for a few items essential for me to train and some… well earned creature comfort. But first a trip to Gringotts is in order. I need to find out about my family vault and how much I have to my name. Voldemort has huge resources at his command. And I'm not talking about the riches of his servants like the Malfoys. In between his years of making horcruxs and gathering followers he pillaged many ancient sites, stealing knowledge and gold. He has enough treasure hordes to buy every hired wand he would want. And I know where the treasure is. But unfortunately I can't get to it. It is protected by powerful blood wards, which only he can get through.

Damn it to hell.

But there was one thing he cared for nearly as much as world domination. It was the secret to Atlantis.

Yes, I know, I was surprised by the revelation it was real as well. He first came across it while looting an ancient Mayan temple. He scored the world looking for other clues. Some pointed him to Rome. Some said the island sunk some where within the Atlantic Ocean. He was still searching when he became incorporeal. Atlantis… The land of old magic. Where mages were able to control magic in its true essence, without wands or other crutches. A nation filled with enough gold to triple the modern world's gold reserves. Magical and muggle combined. I can see how it was tempting for him. After all, if there was one word to describe Volde, it was control. He wanted to control the world. The gold will help him. But if he can control magic without a stick and in its true form? The possibilities were endless. He would be unbeatable. Yes! Very tempting. My body tingles in anticipation on what kind of adventure that would be. To find Atlantis and know its secrets. I shake myself from daydreaming. I have been staring at the toilet for far too long. I'm sure the clue to Atlantis is not in it. I smirk as I see Dudley waddle toward the bathroom. He sees me and stops in his tracks. He pales and retreats to his room. I smirk at him and close the bathroom door. It's a new day, a new dawn and the world is ripe with magic and adventure. Time to begin the journey to be someone worth his parent's sacrifice.


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I walk into the kitchen to see my relatives eating their breakfast. I already had mine up in my room. They see me, and stop chewing their food. Hmmm… It's good they fear me. Well, at least they fear Dobby. They tried to ambush me a couple of times that is until Dobby popped in and flipped them upside down.

I raise an eyebrow at their actions, when my uncle starts stuttering. "Boy… Harry… I just got a letter from Marge saying she's coming here".

Dammed. I don't need this shit now. "When?"

"In 3 weeks."

Today is the 5th of July… It might work.

"Tell her to come after the 31st. I'll be leaving here on my Birthday until next summer."

"Now look here boy…" As I scowl at him he changes his tone.

"Be reasonable Harry… I can't ask her to come after you are gone. What will I tell her?"

I sigh heavily and sit down on an empty chair. Sometimes they do test my patience. "Tell her that you need to go out of town on an urgent business trip." This gets my uncle thinking. He still remains hesitant.

"You don't want her to see Dobby do you?" And that does the trick.

I look around the table at my family. I wanted to say this for a while now. I meet my Aunt's eyes. "You know, even though you hate me for some bigoted reasons, you still took me in. You probably saved my life as well as yours. You know the guy who killed my parents? His name before he became what he is; was Tom Riddle. He grew up in an orphanage abused by muggles, that is the non magical people."

They glance outside the window to make sure no neighbors heard the dreaded M word. I roll my eyes at their antics.

"He grew up with hate and killed a lot of people." I look around the table. "Some would say I grew up with hate." This gets them shaking in their bones.

"But because my mother died for me, she gave me a protection. I always knew I was loved. This protection saved my life two times in as many years against Voldemort."

My aunt draws in a breath. "I… I thought he was dead."

I smile at her. "Unfortunately, no." I remember Hagrid's words before my first year. "He is out there, somewhere, plotting… Planning… To come back once again as terrible as ever before." At her shaken face I take pity on her. "Don't worry, as long as I stay here until my seventeenth birthday, you will share the blood protection my mom gave me. No one who means harm to my blood can enter this house."

Dudley who looks confused. It will be a small wonder if he isn't.

I get up from the table and pause. "Because you took me in, however reluctantly, I have a place where no one can touch me. So I feel somewhat obliged to help you. If there comes a time when you think my… freakisness can help, please feel free to ask. If I can, I will."

All three look surprised at me. Well there's nothing wrong in showing a little kindness even if it was undeserved. I will stay here for the next 25 days. I need to train in peace. If this keeps them of my back, so be it.


I step out of the knight bus and take a few moments to get my footing right. I put on a cap to cover my scar. No need to advertise myself to everyone. I step into the leaky and wave to Tom. He just waves me by. Like any other kid. Good.

I step into the alley to see it as busy as the last two years. I pass by Ollivanders and the Quality Quidditch on my way to see the Goblins. I spy the kids crowded outside the Quidditch shop. Hmmm… It seems that a new broom is out. I'll check it out later.

As I step into Gringotts I notice a line with just a few people and I join it. As my turn comes, I step up to the Goblin's desk. I wish Volde learned Gobbledegook, the language of the Goblins. He did learn several human languages like French & Latin, but never spared a moment to learn the language of different creatures. Maybe I should look into this.

The Goblin looks down at me with a sneer. Such pleasant creatures. "Yes, wizard what do you want?"

"Well goblin, I have 2 requests and 1 question." I answer in my pleasant neutral voice.

The goblin takes a moment to look down at me. He did lose some of his sneer. "And? What are they?"

"First request, I want to get some money out of my vault." I hand over my key to him. "The second request, I want to know what else I have to my name. I heard of a family vault…" He looks keenly at the key and then back at me. "Very well Mr. Potter. You said you had a question?"

I nod with a serious face. "Yes. How can I learn Gobbledegook?"

He looks surprised by the question and he frowns in suspicion. "And why may I ask do you want to learn our language?"

"Well, I don't have anything against the Goblins and if possible I want to learn to interact with your kind in your own language."

He stares at me for a few seconds, I guess assessing me.

"Rangtooth".

A nearby goblin approaches us and the teller goblin tells him something in Gobbledegook. The teller looks back at me. "Follow Rangtooth and he shall take you to Brimspear. He is your account manager Mr. Potter. State you requests and questions to him. He shall help you accordingly. Good day."

I nod to him. "Thanks."

I follow Rangtooth down a hallway with many doors. He stops at one. "Wait here wizard."

He walks inside and closes the door behind him. I wait outside looking around and wondering what I got myself into. The door opens and he beckons me in. I enter to see a decent office, very Spartan, with a single desk and a goblin behind it.

The door closes behind me and I step toward the goblin. He beckons me to sit. I follow his directions.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Potter?"

Sigh. "I was told you were the manager of my vault." He nods yes.

"Well, this is the first I heard of its existence and I want to know more about it. I also need to withdraw some money." He nods again and I guess is waiting to see if I need anything else.

"I also want to know if it's possible to learn Gobbledegook."

"Yes, I was told of this request from you. We do not hand over the knowledge of our language easily, wizard. Why should we do this for you?"

I sigh. "Look Brimspear, as I said, I don't have anything against your kind. I just want to learn it so I can communicate with you in it." I pause. "I was also thinking of curse breaking as a career…"

"I'll pass on your request Mr. Potter and I'll owl you the answer." As I nod to him, he pulls out a ledger like book from under his table. He opens the book and looks inside. He waves his hand and conjures two parchments. He hands the first over to me.

"This parchment is that of your trust vault." I look down at it and see 36,556 galleons and few sickles and knuts in it. Not too bad. "It was created by your parents on your birth to support you until you reach your sixteenth year."

He gives me the second parchment. "This is of your family vault. The only transaction it has since your parents death was of 1,000 galleons drawn into Malfoy family vault about 1 month back." It shows me 11,535,600 galleons. Not too bad. I'm not the richest wizard in the block, but I still don't have to work for a day even if I live to be 200. "You can access the vault but not the money until your sixteenth birthday."

I thank him and ask him the question bugging me since I knew I wielded the sword of Godric. "Tell me Brimspear, is it possible that I could have more vaults?"

He gives me a very toothy smile. "You could Mr. Potter. We can test your blood and magic for any unclaimed vaults. It will cost you 10,000 galleons." Greedy buggers.

Oh well, it's not much.

I nod to him. "Can this be drawn from the family vault?" He loses his smile and nods his green head. I guess he thought I wouldn't go for it. Think again. I want the truth of my family heritage.

He writes an agreement stating the nonrefundable fees and the service Gringotts is to provide. I sign the agreement. He puts it away and gives me a smooth black stone and a ritual knife.

"Please smear the stone entirely with your blood Mr. Potter".

I cut my hand and do as instructed. As I smear the blood on the stone, it starts to glow a deep red. Blood magic. But like nothing I have heard of before, that is including all of Volde's memories.

I also feel a slight pull on my magic as the stone glows brighter and suddenly it stops. I look at my hand to see it healed. I look up at Brimspear as he stands. "Please follow me Mr. Potter."

We leave the room and walk deep inside Gringotts to a large golden door. He opens a tiny door and beckons me. "Please put the stone in the slot Mr. Potter."

I release the stone, he closes the door and we step back. I wonder what's happening. "So what happens now?"

"This room is connected to all our unclaimed vaults, Mr. Potter. If your blood and magic is found compatible with any of them, it shall notify us."

"What happens to the stone?" I don't want my blood or magic to be floating around.

"It shall be destroyed after the ritual."

"So all vaults have blood magic wards?"

He looks impressed with my knowledge. "Only family vaults and in most cases they are very old vaults from old families."

I nod to him as the door glows and stops. I guess it's time to find out.

Brimspear opens the door and all I see is a quill. Not just any quill. If I'm right, it's a blood quill. He asks me to take the quill and follow him.

We reenter his office and take our seats. He gives me a silver parchment. "Your blood and magic have been matched to at least one vault Mr. Potter. If not, you wouldn't have a quill in your hand. The quill has been imbued with your magic and blood. Once you place the quill on the inheritance parchment, it will write down the family names of the vaults you will have access to."

I nod and place the quill on the silver parchment. I feel a little giddy on what I would find.

The quill glows red and writes by itself on the parchment. Then it bursts into flame and burns to ashes, which disappear. All that remains is the silver parchment. Well, lets see what I got for my 10,000 galleons.

I take the parchment and see three names on it. I look a bit disappointed. I didn't see the name I wanted. And I don't recognize any of these three names even with Volde's memories. I shrug and give the parchment to Brimspear.

He reads it and looks surprised. He looks back at me with a feral smile. He knows something I don't.

"You don't recognize these names, Mr. Potter?"

I shake my head. Why would I? "Can you explain Brimspear?"

"The first name – Irthor, was last operated about 500 years back." He opens the ledger and shifts through pages. When he finds what he wants, he waves his hand conjuring another parchment. He hands it to me. I look down at it to see 500,000 galleons and change. They must have been considered filthy rich back then. I wish Gringotts gave interest like muggle banks. Oh well!

I look up and nod for him to continue.

"The second name – Domitus, was last operated about 700 years back." He shifts through and ledger again and gives me another parchment. I see a partly amount of 30,000 galleons and change.

"The third name, Mr. Potter…", here he pauses and gives me another feral smile. I shift in my seat wondering what it's all about. "…Is the Peverell family vault, which was last operated over 2,500 years back." My eyes widen at that statement. It's not everyday you find out that you had family predating Christ.

I wait for the third parchment but do not get any. I stare at him with puzzlement. "We do not know what's in the vault Mr. Potter."

I nod to him. "Why is that they were not tied to my family name before? Didn't any of the Potters go through the ritual?"

"We do not keep those records Mr. Potter. I can only tell you that neither your father nor grandfather went through it."

"All right. Shall we go see the vaults?"

He nods. We leave his room and walk to the cart.

"We shall go from the nearest vault of the farthest". I nod my acceptance.

We reach my trust vault and I fill in a large bag full with gold. I need to exchange some to pounds later on.

We head to the Potter family vault. I put my hand on a podium, which draws blood and then the door opens. I see a lot of gold. I see a few books lined up at a wall and head toward them. There are books on wards mostly. A few on transfiguration and charms. I guess they are from my parents. I wonder why there are so many on wards. I pick a few. There is one ward, which is also referred to as a charm I want to learn dearly. The fidelius charm. Voldemort never learned it, as he never had a need. It involves trusting someone with the knowledge and access to something secret. And he trusts no one.

There are some interesting books I wouldn't mind reading, but I decided on taking none. I smirk. I have enough knowledge I need to go through for the next 2 years. And it's not like I will just be practicing what Volde knows… No, I plan on expanding on it, in a few tangents.

I look around and see a small box in a corner. I open it to see spectacles and a parchment. I read the parchment to identify them as warder glasses, which my ancestor Thomas Potter created. They will enable one to see magic if I touch the nose guard with my wand, like mage sight. Fantastic. Voldemort developed mage sight after years of practice. These glasses will provide me with a shortcut. I remove my plastic glasses and put on the stylish silver framed glasses. They adjust automatically to my eyesight. Even better. I put the old glasses inside my pocket. I will dispose of them later.

I walk out of the vault and we continue our journey in the cart. The next stop is Domitus vault. I identify myself through blood and magic. I enter through the vault to find the few galleons. But I also see a couple of trunks. I open the first to see it filled with silver goblets. Hmmm… Might be Goblin wrought. The next trunk has a beautifully carved box within it. I try to open it but it doesn't open. I'll deal with it later. I put it inside my backpack. I call Brimspear inside and show him the silverware. He confirms them to be goblin Wrought. I ask him how much I can get for them. He says maybe a couple of thousand galleons. I ask him to sell them and he agrees, even if reluctantly.

We move on to the Irthor vault. I repeat the same process. There is nothingbut galleons in it.

"Brimspear, do I have full access to this vault?"

He confirms.

"Please move the contents in my trust vault and Domitus vault into this vault. I also want an everlasting galleon bag tied into this vault. And I want to update the blood ward."

I dump the galleons I got from my trust vault and give the bag to Brimspear. He takes a single galleon and waves his hand over it and the bag. He asks me to put a drop of blood on it and I do the same. He drops the galleon inside the bag and gives it to me.

We walk out and we change the blood ward to only accept my blood and magic.

"Do you want your trust vault and Domitus vaults closed?"

"Yes please."

And we move on to the vault I want to see the most. The Peverell vault. It was a long way down and I see a few dragons on my way. I should tell Hagrid.

We reach the Peverell vault. There was a layer of dust on the platform, which Brimspear clears with a sweep of his hand.

There's no blood ward stone. So I approach the door and hit a ward. It passes through my occlumency shields like hot knife through butter. It's a compulsion ward so strong; I nearly drop to my knees. It wants me to place my hand on the curved handle, which I did. I could try and resist the compulsion, but it might not be worth the risk. I don't want to be blasted out of existence after all.

The handle glows softly and that's when I see that it was not a curved handle, but a snake shaped handle. The snake opens its curls around my hand and bites it. I hiss in pain. It takes a moment and finally loosens its hold on my hand. It stares into my eyes. "A descendent of Peverell who can speak Parsel. You have been judged. You may pass". With that the snake let go of my hand and became inanimate again.

The door clicked open and I entered the vault. The door closed behind me and a light issued from the ceiling. Wow! I most certainly wasn't disappointed.

The vault is slightly bigger than my trust vault. There were no galleons or sickles or knuts in it. One side of the vault is has a wooden shelf holding hundreds of scrolls written in a language I didn't understand. It was not parseltongue. I would know that. But what is it then? The other end of the vault is filled with gems and jewelry of all kinds. There are even some I never saw before. That means, gems, which even Volde didn't see. If I were to guess, they probably are worth a few hundred million. But I'm not greedy. I don't need that kind of money. Voldemort might want to rule the world. I just want to have some fun. Standing there, I couldn't think of what to do with them. I might have the memories of a 70 year old man, but I'm still only 13. Well… I will be in a few days. I wish I could read these damn scrolls. Maybe I will gain some insight into who the Peverells are and how they gained this wealth.

I decide to take one of everything in here. That is, one gem and one scroll. I take the gem I never saw before and take the first scroll on the top of the wooden shelf. If and when I identify the language I'll come back. I put the gem and the scroll carefully inside my backpack. I glance at the fantastic contents one last time and step toward the door. As it opens, the light shuts off and I walk outside to the waiting goblin.

Brimspear looks enquiringly at me and I smile cheekily at me. We get into the cart and journey back to the top. I exchange some galleons for pounds and I step outside.

I look at my nearly broken watch. I have been at the bank for 3 hours now and I feel the need for food. I enter the pub and order myself a nice lunch. After that I head toward Ollivanders. I pass the quidditch shop. I'll stop by after I get my wand fixed.

As I enter the dusty shop, I push on the nose guard on my spectacles to activate the mage sight. I stare at the walls in wonder. The wands lining up the wall are all highlighted in their own different colors. The colors shift continuously like a wave as they interact with the other magical presences as well as the heavy ambient magic present.

I turn off the mage sight as I hear footsteps approaching. Mr. Ollivander sees me and smiles his very eerie smile. "Mr. Potter. Holly and Phoenix. 11 inches. A strong wand that. Hope it's serving you well?"

"Well, sir, that right there is the problem. I'm not getting a good reaction anymore". And I swish the wand getting only a handful of sparks.

He stares at the wand for a good few seconds before he turns to me. "You are right, it doesn't suit you anymore. Tell me Mr. Potter, what changed in the last two years?"

Well, I can't really tell him about the horcrux and the memories, can I? So I tell him a half-truth. I tell him how just over a month back I fought this basilisk, which bit me and then Fawkes cried on the wound healing me. "And since then, my wand isn't responding to me."

He stares at me for a few moments. "Yes. Such an event can cause your magic to change. A basilisk…" He smiles at me as if Christmas came early. He slaps his hands and rubs them together. "Well Mr. Potter it seems that we need to find a new wand for you. It's not going to be easy. No. We tried nearly every combination I have when you bought your first wand. But now that your magic changed, maybe we will find something better…" He looks around his store, in thought.

I clear my throat. I don't get a response. "Mr. Ollivander". Nope. "MR. OLLIVANDER".

He turns to face me.

"I was hoping we could modify my existing wand."

He looks thoughtful. "Not something I do everyday. But yes, we can modify your wand."

I smile and carefully pullout a wooden box from my backpack. I put it on the table and open it to show Ollivander the basilisk fang.

"Is that what I think it is Mr. Potter."

"The fang of the basilisk, which bit me. It's the same fang which gave me this scar." I show him the long scar on my right forearm. I'm kind of proud about it. What 12 year old can boast about fighting a 60-foot basilisk with a sword and coming out on the top with just a scar.

"And what is that you want to do Mr. Potter."

I hesitate and for a good reason. I know the reaction I'll get from him. "I want to use both the fang and the phoenix feather as the core."

He stares at me with no expression. He ask me a question in a voice which isn't more than a whisper. "Do you know what you are asking Mr. Potter?"

In fact I do. There has never been, well at least in recent history, a wand with dual cores in it. And with two powerful animals such as a 1000 year old basilisk and an immortal creature such as a phoenix, it could be a cause for concern. Especially from creatures with opposing magics.

"I do sir. I understand it has never been done and I would suspect that in normal circumstances, a basilisk fang and a phoenix feather would not coexist. But I have the venom from the fang and the tears from the phoenix flowing in my blood even in negligible amounts. Using my blood as the base should theoretically stabilize the core and also add to its power."

"I see you have thought through this Mr. Potter. Though I wonder if you know what using your blood means…"

I smile at him. "I'll be blood binding my wand to myself." And when I do that, no summoning or disarming spell will work on me. As long as the wand is in my hand, no magic can take it from me. Voldemort did the same with his wand. He in fact learned the art of wand making from Gregorovich a Russian wand maker many many years back. It also has one further advantage. It cannot be used by any other. And with such advantages to the wand holder, the ministry of course hid this knowledge. It won't do if the Aurors can't disarm criminals.

Ollivander smiles back. "And are you proficient enough to do the rune work?"

I nod.

He walks to the door and puts up the closed sign. "Let's proceed to my work room."

I follow him into the room and place my wand as well as the basilisk fang on the table.

"We can't use your wand wood, Mr. Potter. We will use Holy, but we need a second wood for the second core… Hmmm… Yes, why not, Holy and Yew. What a combination it will make. And with your history…" He shakes his head as he walks out of the room. I must agree, Holy and Yew will be perfect. A perfect combination of balance like a basilisk and a phoenix.

I come out of my thoughts as Ollivander walks in with the two blocks of wood. One of Holy and one of Yew. He places them on the table and cuts them in equal lengths of, if I'm to guess 12 inches. Slightly longer than my previous wand.

He then carefully opens my current wand and extracts the phoenix feather and places it not too close to the fang. He gives me a large vial and a knife. For the second time that day, I cut open my right palm and the blood pours into the vial. After gathering sufficient blood, Ollivander heals the cut, not leaving even a trace behind. I take out a blood replenisher, which I asked Dobby to buy a few days back and empty it.

I need to be focused on the next part and I don't want to feel light headed. Ollivander pours a few drops of blood on each wood piece. As they absorb the blood, he crushes the basilisk fang into fine powder. He looks up at me and I meet his eyes.

"The next stage Mr. Potter is something I have never done. I hope for your sake it works. If not, then we will have to find you a different wand."

I agree. This would be the stage when we combine the blood, feather and powdered fang to create a unity between all three substances. He pulls out two lead bowls. Lead because it's a bad conductor for magical energies. We don't want external influences.

He splits the remaining blood between the two bowls. The powdered fang goes into one bowl and the phoenix feather into the other. I wait with baited breath. The powdered fang and my blood mix well to create a thick paste like substance. Whereas the feather absorbed my blood to become blood red.

Ollivander brings in a third lead bowl. He takes the two bowls and slowly tilts the contents into the third bowl. As the two contents come in contact with each other, they revolve around each other, hopefully trying to combine their properties.

I breathe in hard as I see the end result. A core so powerful, that I can feel its power from two feet away. I look up at Ollivander to see him staring at the core with wonder.

It's time for me to carve the runes on the two woods. All normal wands have only one set of runes within it. A core-binding rune set. A blood-bonded wand will have a second set, which will bond the wand to the blood. In some cases when the magic is not used as part of the ritual, the wand can be tied to a bloodline. But since I'll be carving the runes myself, I doubt my children can use this wand. We are also using two wood types. This means a third rune set. A wood-binding rune set. Not normally used, but has been done before.

I concentrate on carving all three rune sets as Ollivander observes me. I finish the last rune set and sigh in relief. That was tough. I have been practicing over the past few days. But it was still not easy.

"Very good Mr. Potter. Very good."

Now comes the last part of wand making. The combining of wood and core. Or in this case, woods and cores.

In most cases Ollivander will use his own magic to power the runes. But now I have to do that myself. Ollivander brings the core ever so carefully and places it within the two woods, with the runes facing each other. He gives me his enchanter's gloves, which are designed to draw out a person's magical energy and pour it into the connected surface. Really useful if you are interested in enchanting or even warding. Very costly to buy. But money I have. Hmm… Maybe I will learn to make my own.

I put on the gloves and I can feel them drawing on my magic. I hold on to the two woods as my magic charges the rune sets. I hold on to them until they are fully charged and then I let go. I remove the gloves, while I watch the woods melt into each other around the core. It takes a few minutes, before the wand glows one final time, expelling the unused energy. And I must say, it looks gorgeous. With Holy and Yew, black and white mixing together to form swirling waves, like black and fire ending at the tip of the wand. I can't wait to pick it up.

I look at Ollivander who smiles at me. "Go on Mr. Potter, I'm as eager as you are to see what this creation will feel like."

I smile and pick it up. Whoa! I can feel the wand humming to me. My magic swirls within me, wanting to be used. I swish the wand in a wide arc as I release my magic through my new wand. I want to laugh and cry at the same time. The magic didn't come out as sparks, but as lilies. Real ones. It was like my wand understood me. I love you mom.

I look back at Ollivander to see him smiling at my display. "A very powerful wand Mr. Potter. One of a kind. Maybe as powerful as the wand of destiny."

"Wand of destiny, sir?"

"Yes. A wand of legend and myth. Supposed to have been gifted to the eldest Peverell brother by death himself."

Did he say Peverell? Maybe I'll ask him later. I'm too exhausted magically and mentally to ask anything else. I might have his memories, but magically as I stand now, I'm no match for him. Even a lower class death eater can take me out. I need to develop my magic. It's like a muscle. The more you use it, the stronger it is.

I ask Ollivander how much I owe him.

"Nothing Mr. Potter. It was entirely my pleasure. But tell me, what do you plan on doing with the rest of basilisk?"

I leave the shop after promising him that I'll give him 3 of its fangs as a repayment during my next summer vacation. It's the least I can do. I look at my watch. It's nearly 5 in the evening. I think I'm done with my trip. All I want to do is go to my room and sleep. I wanted to buy some normal clothes that actually fit me. I guess I'll do it some other day.

I head toward the leaky to catch a trip to privet drive on the knight bus. Tomorrow, I'll modify the wards and start my training in earnest.