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-Warning this is my first fan fiction. I have written some in the past but never posted them anywhere. So please be kind. But also be truthful if you decide to review.-

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If I owned the Harry Potter Series then there would have been a lot of changes and things would have gone a lot differently. With that said. I do not own harry potter but this story idea is an original one. And therefore the changes are going to be something of my own design.

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Ch.2

Something's Different

The Next Morning.

Harry was asleep in his cupboard when he was startled awake by a banging on its door. "Wake up lazy freak. It's time for you to make the normal people in this house our breakfast." the old man fat man bellowed. "Yes, uncle Vernon." harry replied rather groggily while fumbling for his glasses. He hears the door unlock letting him know it was ok to go out of his "room" and start the breakfast.

Upon exiting he started looking around making sure to keep Ollivander's warning about ceilings in mind. He busied himself making breakfast for his "family" one of the few chores he actually enjoyed while trying his best to tune out the comments of his cousin and uncle. "There is a list of chores on the fridge freak. You are to have all of them done before lunch today and we'll take you to your infernal train for your...school. Like we told that giant oaf we would." his aunt said disdainfully. "Yes, aunt Petunia." Harry replied having learned long ago to keep his responses quick and to the point. Making sure he grabbed the list. Reading it over harry sighed. *This is going to be a long day.* he thought to himself.

A few hours later harry had managed to get to the last item on the list. He looked at the clock. Almost noon, almost time for Ollivander to show up. He looked back down at the last item on the list. Knowing it had to have been done by someone other than the Dursley's.

Clean the attic spic and span.

He knew he hadn't had an attic before that day. But now it was part of his chores like it had always been there. He was slightly confused by this but decided not to question magic, after all magic had its way of getting things done. Or at least that is what he had read. So he began searching once again for the ceiling hatch. Once he had searched all but one room of the house he was even more confused. *it can't be.* he thought to himself. The only room left was the cupboard he had been forced to call his room.

*but it's not big enough for a hatch.* he decided that it was worth a try. And he opened up his door to his so called room. Then his eyes scanned the ceiling. Sure enough to his surprise there was the hatch, looking old and wooden like it had always been there. So he opened it up pulling the ladder attached to the hatch down and started climbing up.

"Well hello there Mr. Potter. Right on time I see." Mr. Ollivander said from inside the semi lit, newly formed attic. "Are you ready to begin?" he asked. Smiling harry replied eagerly. "Very much so sir." Ollivander waved his arm making approximately two dozen wooden blocks appear right in front of harry. "Well then. For the wood first I believe. Place your hand on top of each block and tell me which invokes the biggest response." Doing so, Harry went block by block giving each a few seconds to respond. There were the occasional tugs but nothing significant enough to mention. Until in one of the last wooden blocks harry felt a massive surge though his entire body. It took everything harry had to pull himself away from the block. "That one sir. I could barely take my hand off of it."

Mr. Ollivander smiled at the boy. "Ash wood. A very strong and powerful wand. Good for a great many things it is a sacred wood after all." he vanished the rest of the woods. Only to make several dozen vials and jars appear. "Now to the core or cores, dear child. Same process as before." so Harry walked through all of them one by one. Until he found that two cores called to him equally. He brought a jar and a vial to the old man. "These two have the same pull on me sir." he stated. "Ah, Royal Phoenix Ashes, very powerful indeed. Even more powerful then the tail feathers. As when a phoenix rebirths its ashes hold all of its former power. And being from a royal phoenix makes it the most powerful of the phoenix's ashes. And as for the other. Changeling blood. Very adaptable very flexible good for transfiguration of any type. A very interesting and very potent mix, Mr. Potter."

Barely able to hold in his joy harry asks. "So now you make the wand sir?" Ollivander merely chuckles at this. "No, dear child. Now you make your wand... with my guidance of course." Harry deadpanned at this thought, scared. "What if I mess it up sir?" Ollivander's eyes sparkle some as he chuckles again. "I assure you dear child. There is not a possible way for you to, as you say mess it up. Your magic forms your wand. Therefore your magic changes the wand into exactly what your magic needs it to be."

Harry relaxed at a little at this tid bit of information. "Now take the wood and close your eyes focusing purely on your magic. Let your magic flow through you and into the wood." Ollivander instructed. Doing so at first Harry didn't know where to even begin trying to focus on his magic. Then he felt it. A slight fuzziness flowing though his veins alongside his blood. He focused on that feeling making every bit of fuzziness in his body flow into his hands. Then he felt the wood in his hands begin to heat up and start changing. He felt the wood start to narrow until it was about the size of a galleon around at the handle tapering down to a softened point at the end.

"You may open up your eyes now Mr. Potter." Harry does so. Reveling at the wonderful simplistic beauty of his wand, smiling happily as he turns it in his hands feeling very accomplished with himself as he does so. "Very nice Mr. Potter. Ten inches. Still semi pliable but very sturdy. Now we just have to insert the cores into the wand. You have to hold both the jar and the vial in the same hand. While having the wand in your wand hand" he pauses seeing harry confused. "The hand you write with. Then you use your magic to have the cores pass through your body and your magical core and into the wand. Just close your eyes and feel your magic pulling the cores into your body and then through you to the wand."

Harry couldn't hide how giddy he was, but he still closed his eyes, doing as Ollivander told him. He felt the tingle and fuzziness of his magic coursing through his body. He focused and extended that feeling into the jar and vial feeling now as they are a part of them. He starts pulling that feeling closer into his body feeling it pass through his arm, then through his chest, then finally down his wand arm. He focused his magic engulfing the wand in it. Then he pushed the cores into his wand with his magic. Smiling he opened his eyes, knowing he had done it correctly, knowing his wand was now complete.

"Very well done Mr. Potter. Go ahead give it a swish." Ollivander said waiting in anticipation to see what the wand would do. Harry took the wand swishing it through the air. A brilliant aura of light surrounded him, the light seemingly having glitter in it. It was beyond anything Ollivander had ever seen before, even in his massively long life. "Stunning absolutely stunning Mr. Potter. Now I shall place a few charms on it for you. To make sure it stays in good condition and with its owner."

Harry begrudgingly handed it over to the old man. His eyes a light with appreciation for the wonderfulness that was just made in front of him. He started rapidly casting charms on it. Considering Harry's knowledge of magic being limited he couldn't tell what charms they were. "There now" Ollivander said. Gently handing the wand back to its owner. "I cast an unbreakable charm on it. Which technically I am not supposed to do because if people do very bad things they are supposed to be able to have their wand snapped. You never have to worry about that now. I also charmed it with a self cleaning charm. So it will only ever be dirty for a moment or two. Though you will still have to polish it to keep it in good condition. And a return to owner charm so that if someone ever takes it from you without your permission or it gets lost it will return to the holster I am about to give to you. All that is needed for that is a drop of your blood to key it to you even better. And an anti summoning charm as well so that no one can summon it to them."

Harry flinches slightly as Ollivander brings out a knife and presents it to harry. But being stubborn as he is he takes the knife to his finger. Dropping a single drop of blood onto the shaft of his wand. Watching it as it soaks in without staining it. Ollivander waves his hand quickly healing Harry's finger with a simple spell. "There now, here is your holster. It attaches to your wrist. The return to owner spell will either send your wand here to this holster or to your hand if you're not wearing the holster." Ollivander hands the holster made of dragon hide to Harry. Showing him quickly how to put it on. Harry then slides his wand into it. "The holster has anti summoning charm on it as well. And it's made of dragon hide, which is resistant to most basic and some advanced spells. It is bound to your magical signature from the moment you put it on so that the anti summoning charm will work properly."

"Thank you sir. You've done more for me then anyone ever has before." Harry said smiling, so happy he had tears forming in his eyes. "You are very welcome dear child. Oh and before I leave, this attic is magically created and will repel muggles so they won't see it or come near it. I happened to watch your so called "guardians" for most of the morning. They are the worst sort of people. I made this attic permanent. So that you would have a safe haven from them and have a fully sized room and a place to call your own. Though when you inevitably move from here I will be more than happy to transfer this room to your new home. The kitchen is a fully functioning one, as is the bathroom. The fridge in the kitchen will restock itself once a week. If you need dry goods though you will have to purchase them yourself. The bedroom has a wardrobe and a bed, as well as a desk and a surprise for you. You can consider this your birthday gift Mr. Potter. I expect great things from you. Also one final note. This attic apartment is protected and you can practice magic here safely without having to worry about the underage sorcery decree."

At this harry almost loses it. "Thank you so much sir. You have helped me so much and this means so much to me. I don't think I will ever be able to thank you enough." He is barely able to comprehend that he finally had his own room. "Just do well in your studies dear child, that is all I can ask and all the thanks I need." Mr. Ollivander said smiling as he apparated out of the room with barely an audible sound. Once he was gone Harry started to look around at his new apartment. The kitchen had a stove, a fridge, and some basic appliances and plenty of counter space and cabinet space. The bathroom had a toilet, a full shower, and a full tub. In the bedroom he found the bed and wardrobe, like Ollivander said. Though Ollivander didn't mention that he had bought Harry a full brand new wardrobe of wizarding clothing and muggle clothing. Shocked at this, Harry thought that was his surprise, until he turned to his bed and saw a luggage case with a note on it.

Harry,

This luggage case acts as a portal to your attic. Also, one of the compartments is a full

library of every book you will ever need for your Hogwarts curriculum. Study hard and do well.

Remember I expect great things of you, dear child.

Ollivander of Ollivander's Wands.

Post script: When fetching a book, just think of the book title, or the subject you need, and the

book will come to your hand.

To say that harry was shocked would be an understatement. He opened the book compartment, thinking of a book he had heard about, Hogwarts a History. Feeling something fill his hand he pulled it out. The book was indeed in his hand. He replaced the book back inside the compartment as he had plenty of time to study later.

Grabbing the luggage he pulled it down into his cupboard, knowing that it was getting close to uncle Vernon's lunch time, and sure enough the moment his feet hit the floor. He heard. "Gather your luggage freak. It's time for us to take you to your infernal train." at that Harry smiled. He picked up the luggage by its rolling wheels and exited his cupboard now efficiently hiding his smile. "Yes uncle Vernon. I am ready sir." he said. "Very well then boy. Let's get this over with so you can be gone from my home ever the faster." his fat uncle replied. Little did he know Harry couldn't have been happier to leave this place behind.

******I tried to avoid contact with the Dursleys I don't like them. And will more than likely end up having them killed somehow. And I had a slight muse block on the description of the wand. So I kept it simple. Well please review. And thank you to those who already have.

A special thank you to Loretta537, and Justpucky for being the very first ones to review my story. I replied to both of them if they didn't see it. And another special thank you to anyone who favorited or put my story on story alert. It means a lot to me that you thought it good enough to do so.********