"Cedric?"

Cedric knew that voice, he'd remembered it. Dreamed about every night, a side effect of sleeping in this world. The only thing you could dream about was the night you died...Cedric shuddered, he already spent eight hours of every single day playing the Third Task on loop, he didn't need to think about it now. Still, even the thought of his own demise he couldn't help the feeling bubbling in the pit of his stomach. He hadn't seen anybody from Hogwarts in years, he couldn't dare to hope that finally, finally he's see a familiar face. He pulled the book away from his face, and saw a familiar set of green eyes and a angry, pink, lightening bolt scar. "Harry? Blimey, Harry, is that really you?"

Harry nodded, Cedric looked positively elated, he smiled wide; making a shallow cut on his right cheek more prominent. In fact, his whole face looked lightly battered and dusty, surely that cut stung a little bit, though Cedric continued to smile. He was sure he would go insane here without a friend or, at least, a friendly face. It was so depressing, seeing the walking dead on the streets everyday and reliving his death every night made him feel like he had a dememtor gliding next to him all day, every day. Cedric, never to miss an opportunity, jumped up from the bench and looked over at Harry's map. "Greengrass Room and Board, you said?" Harry nodded, "Well, that's a good distance away." He pointed to a spot on the map, which was all the way across from where they were, "But, you don't even have a wand yet, can't go anywhere without a wand. Never know who might turn up dead, and you have a lot of enemies, Potter."

Harry nodded vigorously, and said dryly: "Tell me about it."

Something bubbled in Cedric's throat, a sound that he had to get out. A laugh, Cedric realized after the sound had escaped. Harry laughed too. "Yeah, I guess the Boy-Who-Defeated-The-Dark-Lord-Twice, has a lot of grudges held against him. Even if his biggest enemies is gone."

Harry looked at him confusedly, "I don't know about twice. But, yeah, I guess I kinda did when I was a baby." Harry shrugged.

Cedric's eyebrows furrowed, "Yeah, but you did defeat him again before you died, right? I mean, you killed him and one of his follower's got angry enough to..." Cedric trailed off, he was pretty sure that people would notice Voldemort walking out of The Debriefing Building. Half of this world's population were here because of him, he just assumed…

Cedric said a particularly nasty swear word under his breath.

"You mean to tell me." Cedric choked out, "The You-Know-Who is still at large?"

"Yes, I thought you knew!" Harry sputtered indignantly. Cedric started pacing in front of the park bench, muttering things under his breath.

"What?" Harry asked, annoyed.

"Nothing, tell you later." he muttered, then more audibly he said: "First, you need a wand."

Harry grudgingly agreed, and Cedric led him to a small, unnoticeable shop. The only sign on the building was a paper one, taped to the window.

Hawthorne Wand makers and Traders

Doing business since: waaay before you were born

Cedric lead Harry to the door, opened it and walked into a room that was much bigger than it should be. From the outside, the building looked like a rather small row house, painted black. But, this room had many long, winding shelves, that held about a hundred wands, each with a large 'H' engraved somewhere on it. A man with cropped, balding grey hair was standing behind the counter. He looked a little like Ollivander, except neater. Clearly, his shop reflected his personality. The man looked up from the wand he was polishing and asked, "Here for a wand?"

"Yes," Cedric said, "For Harry."

"Yes, yes." the old man said, "Of course, I remember servicing you, Mr. Diggory." He smiled mysteriously at Cedric.

"Ah you must be, Harry. Harry…" he trailed off, as he didn't know of this young man's surname.

"Potter, sir." Harry supplied, "Harry Potter."

"Ah, Mr. Potter. Alright, if you could just extend you wand hand for me. Yes. Okay." He studied Harry's palm intently, as if the crisscrossing, spider web-like lines on his hand were speaking to him. "Troubled past…yes, very difficult indeed…plenty of courage, yes… there's power here, yes, lots of power. Okay, I think I have the perfect wand for you, Mr. Potter." He smiled at Harry, and walked back to the hallway full of neatly organized shelves. He walked deeper and deeper into the rows of wands, until all you could see was a little brown speck.

Harry walked over to a mirror that was placed on the wall along with a few moving black and white photo's of people. Harry saw that his hair was hanging a little over his right eye, he tried to brush it away. It didn't work, he couldn't seem to move it at all, he just couldn't get a grasp on the strand of hair…

"Don't bother." Cedric said from behind him, "It's easier just to get used to it, it's not going anywhere. Your stuck like that forever."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed, he was going to be stuck looking like this forever? He didn't look bad, per say. Just a little shabby and battered, like Lupin after a full moon, except not as pale. "So, I'll look like this forever?"

"Yeah." Cedric said, now it was his turn to look confused. "Didn't they cover that when you first got here?"

"Yeah," Harry said absently, still staring at the mirror, "I guess it just didn't sink in."

"Eh, no matter. You probably had a lot to think about." Cedric agreed, looking expectantly at the wand salesman, who had just reappeared from the shelves, a few wooden wands clasped in his right hand and a thick book in his other.

"Alright, I've got a few wands for you to try out here." the man said, nodding to the wands he set on the counter. "'Cause the first one doesn't always do the trick. Okay, let's start with this one."

He handed Harry a light teak wand, that was about a foot long and had a H stamped on it, just before the tip. He gave it a wave and two rather feeble red and green spark burst out. The man shook his head before he snatched the wand away and replaced it with a auburn colored one.

Harry waved it again, this time a yellow canary flew out before it dropped to the ground, unconscious. Harry and Cedric stared at it. The salesman cleared his throat, and extended a third wand to Harry. This one was visibly different from the others, there was no H stamped anywhere on it. It was pitch black, and there were two snakes carved into the wood, both of them intertwined at the base of the wand. Harry felt the magic fill his veins, from his fingertips to his toes. He waved the wand and the amount of water that spouted from it made it seem like a fire hose.

"Ah, yes, I think this is the wand for you." The man said, "A very powerful wand at that, not one of my own though, got it from some nomad. Grindewart, maybe. No--Grindelwald, that's it. Gave it too me last spring, said he didn't want it anymore, said he changed. Anyways, I thought I lost this little bugger, too." He gestured to Harry's wand. "Then just tuned up, in the back of the shop. Weird. Sorry, I guess you don't really know about ol' Grindelwald."

Harry stiffened, he guessed that Grindelwald's reign was after his time. "No, I've heard of him." he said robotically, handing the man some of the money he received from the wizards at the Debriefing Building. "Thank you, and I'll need you to sign you name in this book, just so I could keep track of all the wands I sold. M'kay." He flipped through the book, "Potter…Potter, ah here we are. And your name'll just go in between these two." He waved his wand and the names immediately rearranged themselves so that there was a line for Harry's name. He signed his name and saw that his signature was in between two very familiar names.

James Potter
Harry Potter
Lily Evans-Potter

Harry's wand clattered to the floor.

Author's Note: Nothing much to say, thanks to all of the people who read the last chapter. But, 49 hits and no reviews? Makes me sad :'(