OMG! I want to thank everyone that's read this story, and are choosing to keep reading. I'll be honest, I did not think that my first HP fic would do so well.

Now, I'm not as sure as to when I posted this last week to be honest. Reason being, is that I was asked to make a story where the main character was female instead of male. I've never typed something like that, but I'm will to give it a try.

So with that in mind, I've decided that Harry Potter will be my sacrificial lam…I mean, my test subj…you know what, let's just say Harry gratefully volunteered to be changed.

That being said, look for another HP fanfiction from this author.

Now to address this story more. I'm proud to say, we have 66 Followers, 42 Favorites, and 712 views and 573 visitors. Pretty good stats for a first chapter. Not my best, but far from my worst. I'm honestly shocked I even managed to get those types of stats.

Now with 4 reviews, we managed to get two Hufflepuffs, one Ravenclaw, and at last a guest review.

As it stands, no one tried to guess the questions from the first chapter, therefore those points are still in the air. As for my first reviewer, a Mr. Darickb, we awarded the house Ravenclaw 10 points for simply reviewing first.

As for Penny is Wise and Mj4wzpw, I've personally given the House of Hufflepuff 5 points for giving a detailed reason for Harry being in Hufflepuff.

So as the house point's stand.

Ravenclaw-10 points

Hufflepuff-5 points

Gryffindor-0 points

Slytherin-0 points

At last, let this next chapter continue!


The Wand for None, but a Wand for Some

"So let me get this straight. Everything that I learned ahead of time from the time I was a child till now is illegal? Why in the world would you let me learn anything, if you were just going to tell me that it would all be for nothing?"

Harry stared straight at Sirius with rage. At which the questioned party could holy whistle a tune, while looking anywhere and everywhere but at his godson.

The pair were standing in Diagon Alley ready to gather everything Harry would need for his first year at Hogwarts. Not needing to take a stop at Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Harry's first conquest was to head straight to the bookstore.

Wanting to head straight for higher level learning material. It was then that the manager of Flourish and Blotts informed Harry that he wouldn't be able to purchase those level books yet. Reason being was the fact that anything learned in them couldn't be used by mere first years, and that underage magic was illegal.

After hearing that, Harry took it upon himself to start asking questions as to which spells and types of magic could and couldn't be used. Come to find out, that Harry had been breaking many laws since he was five. Some of those laws leading him to a one way trip to Azkaban.

Which now brings time to the present, with Harry quickly learning all the laws. Not that he planned on following them, but with the knowledge on learning how to avoid the trouble that came along with using them. Yeah, Harry had every intention on breaking the laws of the wizard world. Who in the world heard of magic users having laws?

"Okay pup, I understand that there were things that could have led to horrible situations." Seeing Harry glare, Sirius pressed on. "However, in my defense, you will be a force to reckon with. Also, it's not like you'll actually learn anything in your first year."

"How is that possible? We're going to a magical school, to learn how to live in the magical world. What do you mean we won't learn anything?"

"What I mean is, that Hogwarts first year works to bring up the lower level witches and wizards to the same level that a Pureblood would be at. Most Purebloods tend to teach their children from the time that they can understand, till the time they start at Hogwarts. I was going to teach you myself, but you seemed to just jump the gun and do it yourself."


Harry merely nodded as the pair arrived at what Harry was hoping would be the greatest moment of his life.

Ollivander's Wand Shop, or just simply Ollivanders. This would be were Harry would get his first, and hopefully, his only wand.

Stepping into the shop, Harry was greeted with silence. As often as Harry loved the ideals of silence, he believed getting his one took top priority. Trying to get some sort of service, Harry quickly shouted, "Hello, is anyone there?"

A few seconds later, Harry saw a ladder slide out with an elderly man riding it. Looking down, the man smiled at seeing Harry. "Aw yes Mr. Potter, I was wondering when you'd step into my shop. Seems only yesterday that I sold your mother and father their wands."

"You sold wands to my parents?"

"Why I most certainly did Mr. Potter. In fact, I remember every single wand I've ever sold in this shop. Every. Single. One. It comes with the magic art of wand making you see."

Harry nodded at the simple explanation. "Well then, I hope that you can sell me a wand just as you've sold ones to my parents."

Ollivander nodded smiling as he went around his shop. "Well then Mr. Potter, I believe it's time we figured out which wand will be traveling with you to Hogwarts. After all, it's the wand that chooses the wizard, not the other way around."

Harry nodded taking the wand Ollivander handed to him. "Red Oak wood, 12 inches, the core is made of Coral. Now just give a flick of the wrist, and I'll be able to tell if it's the wand for you."

Harry did as he was instructed. Flicking his wrist, the wand merely sent a disarming charm upon itself, sending the wand flying from Harry's hand.

Ollivander shook his head at that. Quickly traveling across his shop, Ollivander grabbed for another wand. "I'm afraid that wand was a poor choice, so try this one. Acacia wood, 9 and a half inches, Dragon heartstring as the core. Easy to learn spells, and the wand will be loyal, so long as it has an owner."

Harry flicked his wrist yet again. This time the wand simply shot every filing cabinet open sending papers everywhere.

Ollivander tisked, taking the wand back and finally stepping to the back of his shop. Taking out a particular wand, Ollivander mumbled to himself. Looking back at Harry, he slowly made his way to the front. "Perhaps this wand will suffice. Holly wood at 11 inches, granted with a phoenix feather core."

The second Harry took a hold of the wand, he frowned. The wand gave off a cold feeling, not one that promised great things after use, but rather letting Harry know that failure was sure to come, if he tried to cast a spell at all.

"I'm sorry, but this wand feels wrong. It feels like it's rejecting me instantly, as if it's saying it can't help me at all."

This brought a scowl to Ollivander's face. "I thought it might be the right wand, since its brother wand was the one that took your parents away. However, I guess it's done the same too many people." As fast as the scowl appeared, it disappeared in the place of a smile. A smile only given when a challenge appeared to someone willing to take it.

"Well Mr. Potter. I have never failed to sell someone a wand in years, and I don't plan to let it happen today. I will find you a wand, if it's the last thing I do." With that Ollivander took to the back again, bringing boxes of wands along with him.

Harry could only think one thing. 'This is going to take some time.'

"Well I say, this is by far the oddest thing to have ever happened to me. I have gone through all of my wands from the front and back of this store, and not one has fit you."

It was true. Harry had tried every single wand that Ollivander brought to him. The results left him with an almost destroyed store, key word being almost. With Harry trying the wands in the front, the damage was minimum at most. As the wands from the back came, that's when chunks of wall began to get destroyed.

Harry couldn't really understand what was going on, then a thought crossed his mind. 'I wonder if it has something to do with my quick casting. I wouldn't suppose that could throw off the wands.' Before Harry could ask his question, Ollivander took off to the back again. When he looked back to see if Harry was following, he ushered the boy on.

Quickly catching up to the wand maker, Harry followed him as Ollivander led the two down a flight of steps. The pair stopped in front of a door that seemed to be sporting several locks. Taking a key out, Ollivander quickly unlocked the locks opening the door wide for Harry to step in.

It shocked Harry at what he saw. In front of him were five wands. Each wand being placed on a white marble pillar. Harry glanced at Ollivander with wonder before the man started walking towards the wands.

"These wands Mr. Potter are by far my family line's greatest creations. They were made by the House of Ollivander centuries ago. These wands were created with the purpose of being powerful, and only being selected by those that were deemed fit. No single person can just pick up one of these wands, and start casting spells like it was a holiday."

Harry gazed at the pieces of work in awe. "If you don't mind me asking sir, how were they made?"

With that question, Ollivander frowned. "The methods used to make these wands are a family secret. The method used to make these wands are also frowned upon some of those in the magical society. Tell me Mr. Potter, what do you know of a wand known as the Elder Wand?"

Harry stopped in thought, also taking notice that he had started to approach the wands mindlessly. "If I'm not mistaken, which I'm normally not, then you're referring to the wand of legends. Said to be crafted from death itself. Also known as one of the Deathly Hallows. Yes, I'm sure that's it, even have a guess for who has it now, but I'll save that for another conversation some other time."

"Yes that is correct. The Elder Wand is said to be made of elder wood, and fifteen inches long with the core of a Thestral tail-hair. A wand to make any wielder strong beyond believe."

Looking back at the wands laying wait for a wielder, Ollivander let out what could have confused as a sign. "You see, many wand makers tried to recreate the power behind the Elder Wand to try and match it. Even my family tried, however we stopped after these five, since the wielders always ended up in terrible situations."

Ollivander slowly looked back to Harry, who was watching him with contempt behind his features. "I must admit young Master Potter. I would normally not bring one so young down here, but I fear my pride won't allow me to let you just walk out of my store without trying these."

Harry nodded at that. Pride led to men and women doing many things. For Ollivander's family, it was making wands to match a legend. For Harry, it was creating quick casting. "I understand sir, but I'd like to try a wand now."

Harry's face began to show confusion upon Ollivander waving a finger in a 'no' manner. "I'm sorry Mr. Potter, but you see, I cannot just simply hand you one of these wands. You must simply hold out your hand, and the wand will choose you."

Harry nodded at that. No sense in trying to find logic with magic. That would just give you an incredible headache, which wasn't even worth the trouble. Holding out his hand, Harry waited to see what would happen.

For a while, it seemed as if nothing would happen. Then the room began to feel quite cold. In fact, the atmosphere was so cold, Harry could begin to see his breathe. Then the temperature in the room began to drop. Ice started forming on the walls, even upon Harry and Ollivander's eyebrows.

Finally a wand shot from a pillar directly to Harry's hand. Ollivander glanced upon the wand, before letting a smile slowly form as the room's temperature started to warm back up. "Aw yes Mr. Potter. I believe this wand has chosen its master. Aspen wood, almost as white as ivory, standing at eleven inches with two cores."

At that Harry's head snapped back to Ollivander. "Sir did you just say two cores?"

"That I did Mr. Potter. You see, in the wand that you're holding, I made this one personally. The first core is that of a Thunderbird tail-feather. Making the wand extremely powerful, but difficult to master. Then adding another core, I presented a Horned Serpent's horn. This was to help lessen the difficulty in using the wand, while increasing the power at hand. With both cores working together, that power would then be ten-fold. Another amazing thing was that the wand had a habit of casting powerful illusions and playing with the ice element. However, the wand did require it's user to have one more thing, but I see you should be fine, since the wand did pick you. As I said Mr. Potter, I have never had a customer come in my shop and leave without their wand."


Harry stood outside of the Hogwarts train with the biggest grin on his face. Feeling his wand in his new dragon scale holster, it was at this moment that you couldn't possibly tell Harry anything. Sirius couldn't even pry the information from the boy to see what was so great to make him smile.

Sirius and Harry had decided to come to the train station early. Harry had all but requested that they get there early, as to grab the perfect cabinet for the long train ride to the school.

It was at this time that Sirius began to tear up. "Okay so listen up Harry. You're going to get on that train and head to Hogwarts. You'll be starting your first year in Hogwarts to get you ready for a career in the magical world. Wow I never thought I'd see the day. I wish your parents could see you know. I'm sure they'd be very proud."

Harry nodded at his god father, his eyes never leaving the train. "Actually Sirius, I've always known about magic. You taught me and led me to your library, remember?"

"That I did pup, that I did." With that, Sirius gave Harry a final hug, allowing the boy to board the train.

Harry walked to the first compartment the furthest back of the train. Opening the door and seeing the almost couch style seats, Harry took a seat closest to the window. Pulling his wand out, Harry merely stared at it in awe as frost started to form on the wand. Placing it back, Harry pulled out a book called, Illusions and how to cast for Beginners. If his wand loved to use illusions, Harry would learn everything there was about them.

It took no time for him to begin to hear more voices aboard the train. This meant that other students had finally started to show up. Never looking up from his book, Harry could hear someone take a seat from across him.

"Hey there mate, ready for Hogwarts."

Looking up from his book. Harry stared at the boy talking to him. He sat at the same eye level as Harry, probably indicating that they were the same height. Short brown locks covered the boy's head, which only matched his eye color.

Harry could tell that these two were going to be friends. "Can't wait for the first year." Holding out his hand, Harry introduced himself. "My name's Harry Potter by the way."

"Diggory, Cedric Diggory at your service." Cedric couldn't help showing the smile on his face. One of his biggest fears was getting on the train and being stuck with someone who seemed unfriendly.

"Well Harry, I'll go and start the topic off. How do you feel about Quidditch?"

Harry looked at Cedric, before closing his book and paying attention to Cedric. "Well I must be honest Mr. Diggory, at first you paged me curious, now you have my full attention. For one, I find the sport to be top notch for the magical world. I even understand that the school has teams based off of houses?"

Cedric couldn't have felt like the luckiest guy in the world, even if you tried to bribe him. "Well Mr. Potter, I do believe we're going to be very great friends."

The two boys continued to have light conversation as Cedric would explain to Harry more of the magical world, while Harry in exchange, told Cedric about the Muggle world.

It wasn't until the pair heard someone cursing outside their door, followed by what sounded like a huge crash. Which was a strange noise to produce on a train that hadn't even departed for Hogwarts yet.

Cedric was clueless as to who the person could be, but Harry had a pretty good idea as to whom the mysterious person was.

Watching the slide door open, a girl with bright green hair starred at the two boys. Cheeks clearly rosy from embarrassment, the girl merely looked towards Harry. Taking the seat next to him, Tonks slowly let a breath.

"Well then, why didn't you tell me you were picking up your stuff, and then getting on the train early? I really wanted to tag along! Oh names Tonks by the way, fourth year."

Tonks greeted Cedric, while questioning Harry at the same time. Both boys obviously confused as to how the girl did it. Harry answered first, seeing how Cedric was still trying to process what happened. Clearly seeing as to how he was pointing from the door, then to the both of them.

"Well I didn't tell you about getting my stuff, because I was sure I'd be the one to cover anything broken from someone having tripping accidents. As for why I'm on the train early, I figured telling you wouldn't matter, since you tend to sleep in my dear Nymphadora."

"I'm sorry, but do you two know each other?"

Both questioning party looked at Cedric, Harry with an amused look and Tonks with a strong blush and now scarlet red hair.

"Actually my friend, this young lady is Nymphadora Tonks. She's my childhood friend, and has a big crush on me." That caught him a punch to the arm, which Harry laughed off. "Oh I should warn you though, call her by her first name, and she'll hex you."

Cedric nodded, still clearly confused. "Okay, but then why do you call her by her first name?"

Harry laughed at his friend. Tonks hair couldn't possibly be redder. "Well Cedric, I'm not sure. I've been calling her that for years, and she's never hexed me before. I have seen her do it to my God father though for trying right after I did. Poor guy had to have his stomach pumped when she was finished with him."

Cedric quickly turned white as a ghost upon hearing that. Slowly looking towards Tonks, who for whatever reason, found the floor to me more interesting. "Well then, dully noted not to call you by your first name Tonks. So Harry, we've only been on the train for a matter of fifteen minutes, and you have shown an interest in Quidditch, a fourth year that's hostile upon being called by her first name, and have picked up on illusions. Anything else that can surprise a kid?"

Harry merely glanced at Cedric with a smile, before Tonks quickly looked with a smile. "Oh, do that thing with the mind reading. You know, the one where you tell a person their whole life story!"

This was the first time Cedric had seen Tonks bubbled up with joy. If anything could tell it, he was guessing by the bubblegum pink hair and the bouncing she was doing in her seat. "What mind reading thing? I believe my father said that was Legilimency."

Harry merely looked at Cedric with a somewhat bored expression. "What she's talking about involves no magic. I simply have what someone would say, a high perception to things."

"Well can you show me?"

"Are you sure you want me to do that? I mean, we've only met for a few seconds, and this thing tends to make people mad, more so then impressed." Harry was on full alert mode. He didn't really want to lose his second friend in the world, if he could avoid it.

"Sure, why not? I mean, we're going to a magical school filled with other magical kids. Tonks is literally changing her hair color every second she gets, so I can honestly say nothing you do could shock me." Cedric had already considered Harry and Tonks friends, and one thing Cedric knew was that these two would defiantly make his life more entertaining by miles.

Harry nodded at Cedric. "Well, if you're sure with this, then I suppose since you asked. Just don't hate me after I'm done."

Cedric was about to reassure Harry that he had nothing to worry about, before noticing the boy take a deep breath, then slowly letting his face become focused on Cedric. Cedric's father had always taught him how to feel if magic was being applied anywhere, and upon feeling nothing, couldn't wait to see what Harry was about to do.

Harry took another breath, and then his mouth opened, and Cedric's life story began to come out. "You were born in 77 just as I. Although you're common to the magical world, this will be your first time on this train, and going to Hogwarts. You enjoy the topic of Quidditch, and have attempted to at least fly on more than once; clearly visible from the callus already built on your hands. You also have a two second limp in your left leg, possibly obtained from falling from a high height. Other than that, you live a regular life style fit for an eleven year old. The clothes you're wearing would indicate someone of a lesser class, but from the trunk you placed up in the lift, would indicate middle class. I'm thinking your father works for the Ministry, yes?" Seeing Cedric nod, Harry continued, "There's a slight glint of medal, possibly a gold necklace, with a ring attached to it. The imprint of a circle can be seen through your robes. I'm assuming because of our age, it belongs to someone deceased; your mother. I've also taken to the fact that you'll be sorted into Hufflepuff with your need to see this ability be used, and haven't gone enraged yet. Your wand is also interesting. I believe its Ash wood, twelve and a quarter in length, with a unicorn hair as the core. Am I correct?"

Cedric could only stare at Harry with wide eyes. His whole eleven years was placed in the open right in front of him in an instant. There was no questions, and Cedric was pretty sure that he kept his mother's ring hidden from view, even from the ring imprint showing in his shirt. Looking around, he quickly pulled his wand out. Harry had in fact, gotten his wand right down to the length of it. There was a joke somewhere in there, but that was for another time.

Looking around, Cedric couldn't help but ask one question. "How'd you get my wand size?" There goes that joke again, "and how in the world do you know I'll be sorted into Hufflepuff?"

Harry and Tonks could only laugh. Of all the people Harry had examined, Cedric was the first to ask the oddest questions. "Well Cedric, Hufflepuff is just a guess. If I had to explain the wand, it just seemed to fit you after staying in Ollivanders for over two hours to get my wand. I kind of have a pretty good knowledge on who would have what wand now."

Cedric nodded his head. Leaning back in his seat, all three could feel the train start down the tracks. Blowing air, Cedric began to laugh. "Well I hope we remain good friends throughout the years Harry. I can tell things will be quite interesting with you around."


Question for this chapter along with the two from before.

If you are able to guess which fictional character Harry Potter will be acting like from his wand, I shall award 10 points to your house.

Okay, so I finally was able to finish this chapter. Normally my typing style would have over half of this stuff skipped, and Harry being sorted. However, I want that to be in the next chapter.

At last, I wish to thank everyone again for taking the time to read this fanfiction. I hope you look forward to my female Harry Potter story. That story will take the dark approach that this story was going to take. I just feel that it'll be easier to do with a female Harry. Which means, because I'm flipping the gender, I'll be flipping a lot of characteristics for almost all of the characters. This means bashing will be involved.

Another thing. Please remember that if you review, I ask that you place your House at the bottom of the review or near the end. Once again, sorry for the bad grammar, still looking for a beta, and I'll see you all next week.

Chow!