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Summary: Harry has a secret: he's a diclonius. After abused by the Dursely's for four years, Harry is sent to an orphanage until he gets his Hogwarts letter. He finds himself in a whirlwind of crazy, homicidal teachers, and a mysterious voice inside his head that he can't get rid of…
READ!!!!!!! An explanation for those who say Diclonius? What?!?! A diclonius is a 'mutated human' with cat-ear-like horns growing out of the side of their head above their ears. The generally have varying shades of red hair (some more pink, others more purple) and red eyes. I have only seen the anime so bear with me here…. They can control 'invisible arms' called vectors. These arms vary in length and number. The cause of these 'mutations' is that the diclonius' pineal gland is much larger than a humans. Diclonius' can infect humans by passing their vectors through human's pineal gland. Any offspring the human sires will be a diclonius. These diclonius are called silpelit and are incapable of reproducing. Only men can be infected. Diclonius are naturally born from humans and can reproduce.
Quote: When you're miserable, you need something that's even more miserable than yourself. Lucy, EL episode 8
Harry and Lucy continued talking and sharing a little bit of their pasts together as they walked in the suburbs after a long day at the zoo. Lucy had lived in an orphanage and was teased relentlessly by her peers, finally killing several boys after they beat her dog to death. The pair paused as a boy popped his head out the door of his house. "Mama! Daddy's late!" he called to the woman kneeling in front of her little garden.
"He's late! He's late!" a little girl shrieked, clinging to the woman's arm.
"He'll be here. Go set the table," the mother told her kids lovingly, who rushed inside, giggling together.
"They're so… happy," Lucy said. Harry watched the woman brush her hands off on her jeans and follow her children inside. The happy family joked with each other while their prepared for dinner. "I hate it." Harry glanced at his new friend, understanding the pain and loneliness she had gone through.
"Me too." After a moment, Harry and Lucy crept up to the porch and crouched under the window, hidden from sight by a large bush. With a nod of acquiesce and a smirk from Lucy, Harry boosted her up and over the window ledge, grabbing the offered hand and entering the house itself. Later that night the husband got a shocking surprise when he came home. Unfortunately, the neighbors heard his screams of terror and notified the police.
Harry carefully peeled his clothes away from himself, the dried blood plastered to his skin itching as it flaked to the floor. Out of habit, the clothes were tossed into a hamper before Harry gratefully sunk into the steaming bath and scrubbed the blood from his skin. Remembering Lucy in the other room waiting for him, Harry finished quickly and toweled himself dry and hung the cloth on his head as he went to gather some clothes. Unmindful of his nudity, he paused in pulling a t-shirt on when a newscaster started another story.
"In more news, The Dursely family of Privet Drive in Little Whinning were found brutally murdered in their kitchen. Their bodies were found dismembered by a concerned neighbor who noticed the silent house. Also, several other bodies were found a few miles away in St. John's Orphanage. The police found several children, both killed in a similar manner as the Durselys. The town mayor expresses his concern and urges you to contact the police should you see anything suspicious as the murdered is still at large…"
Harry whirled around as the television suddenly flickered off to see Lucy behind him in a red skirt. "The neighbors probably contacted the police by now," he said conversationally. "That man screamed pretty loudly."
Lucy frowned and walked around a patch of soggy carpet to peer out of the window, red eyes shifting side to side as they scanned the yard. A siren wailed in the distance and Lucy jerked backwards out of sight as headlights illuminated the room. Harry grimaced and leaned further away from the light, shielding his eyes from the bright lights. An armed officer pounded on the door, startling the duo. "Open up, police!" Lucy crept backwards slowly out of the room, leaving Harry to crouch in the corner. There was a muffled thunk and a crash as the door was kicked open and several men snuck into the house.
"Sir! The only one here is a child sir!" Harry stood up, rubbing his smarting eyes and the officer swung his flashlight to the side. "Shhh," the officer said, gripping Harry's shoulder. "Just tell me, are there any scary men inside here?" Harry looked up, nodding frantically. "Keep searching the house," the man said into a walkie-talkie. "Can you tell me where the scary men are?" Harry tilted his head to the side and brought up fist, extending the pointer finger directly at the man. The officer jerked backwards, too late as Harry's vector punched through his head, sending a geyser of blood into the air. Startled shrieks caught the attention of the officers outside, as well as numerous amounts of gunshots. Behind him, Lucy killed the rest of the guards efficiently and Harry whirled around as he heard a click and with a burst of pain was knocked unconscious.
Harry awoke to an antiseptic smell that lingered in the air and crinkly paper beneath his naked body. Sharp pains ripped through his blood-smeared chest and stomach as he fidgeted.
"It's awake!" a male voice called out. Three people entered his line of vision, all wearing white lab coats. Harry eyed them suspiciously. The woman in the group frowned at him.
"Is it sedated?"
"Yes, we're ready to remove the bullets," the initial speaker said.
"What? Now? I told you to do it while he was unconscious," the last man said, frowning.
"Relax, Kurama," the woman said. She picked up a sharp, pointy object and approached Harry. She hadn't made it two feet when a vector forcefully separated her head from her body. The second man gave a hoarse shout and rushed towards Harry with a needle and received a punch through his torso for his efforts. The last man ignored the fallen bodies of his companions and made his way slowly to Harry, holding up his hands to show he had no weapons. Harry eyes narrowed, but he allowed the man to come closer. "I am Director Kurama. I'm in charge of the general care of the diclonius. I receive orders from a superior, so you know I don't run this place. I'm going to take those bullets out of you so you can heal. This needle," Kurama held one up, "will knock you unconscious so you don't feel any pain." Harry retracted his vectors, letting the man approach. He gently slid the needle into his arm and the world went fuzzy as warmth spread through his body.
When Harry awoke, he found himself hanging naked from a wall, arms spread out in a cross. The room he was in was tiled ceiling to floor. On the opposite wall, a large sheet of glass allowed people to look in. Harry tilted his head back as far as it would go to squint up at the glass. "240 joules." The voice echoed metallically through the room. A section of the wall in front of him slid back and a large machine exposed. There was a whirring sound and a metal ball shot out, headed directly at him.
Harry shrieked and twisted in his chains, using a vector to push the ball to his side. With a crash the ball dented the wall and dropped uselessly to the ground. "240 joules, passed. 250 joules." Another whirr and a second metal ball shot towards Harry. He deflected it, sobbing when the voice said "250 joules, passed. 260 joules."
"No, stop! I'm scared!" Harry cried, eyes wide at the third ball that smashed against the wall. "260 joules, passed. 270 joules."
"I'm scared," Harry sobbed. "Please stop. No more," he begged. SLAM! The ball hit his shoulder, blood spraying against the wall.
"It stopped at 270? He should get stronger as his body matures, but there are large individual concerns. There's plenty of research to be done on the vectors. What's up Kurama?" Kurama watched from the little room, face tight.
"Do we have to do it this way? Why do we have to do such inhuman things?" he asked, as he watched the little boy sob and hang limply from the wall. "He's just a little kid…"
"You consider them human?"
"But Kazuwara…"
"When a diclonius turns three, their true nature is revealed. As soon as they develop their vectors, they turn into homicidal maniacs. From what we have seen, the diclonius' won't even hesitate to kill their own parents, or in number 3's case, his aunt, uncle, and cousin. But every single one of their victims has been human. What does that mean? It means that diclonius' are the enemy of humanity."
Kurama shifted on his chair uneasily. "It still doesn't seem right," he said, remembering the terror and tears streaming down Harry's face. He got up and left the room, making his way to the diclonius' holding labs. He entered number three's, and walked through the hallway before disappearing through a doorway. A large clock on the wall read that it was nearly time for Harry to be fed. He rummaged around before he found what he needed, the customary bread, water, and thin soup.
Kurama entered Diclonius 3's 'cell' carrying the food tray. The diclonius was tightly secured to a machine, human arms encased in tough fabric with straps running across vital points. The legs of the machine stood up proudly, arching inwards to connect to the top. A bright yellow line, highlighted with glowing markers showed the maximum range the vectors extended to. Kurama's throat tightened at the sight and he cleared it noisily. "I've brought you your supper Harry."
Harry's raised his head up fractionally, eyes drawn to the meager meal like at starving man at a feast. Kurama gently stepped over the line and up the steps till he was level with Harry. He ripped off a piece of bread and dipping it in the soup fed it to Harry. Harry snapped his head forward and jerked the food back and swallowed it ravenously. "Chew, or you'll choke," Kurama chastised. Harry opened his mouth and gobbled a second piece of food down, pausing only briefly to chew. When the bread was gone, Kurama held the soup bowl up to his lips and Harry drank it as fast as he could. After the meal was finished, Kurama found himself telling Harry about his life, how he desperately needed a job but was overqualified. Kazuwara had talked him into coming to the lab to work.
Harry remained silent through the whole talk, listening interestedly despite himself. He was interested in the man who seemed to not hate him. 'Or is just pretending too' a nasty voice in his head said. 'You can't trust him. He'll turn around on you in a heartbeat.'
Harry grew up in that room, never forgetting the outside and all in it, a world overrun and overpopulated by humans. He would have to change that. Harry was jerked out of his reverie when a guard ran into the room, calling for another soldier. "Sir! Lucy escaped! She's headed towards the outer doors!"
"Shut them and sound the alarm." Harry raised his masked head up. Lucy was here? Harry watched the guard approached him with a needle, obviously planning to sedate him. Harry thrust his vectors out, shattering the man's neck and knocking his head across the room. The other guard's arms were the next to go, before he died. The other two guards shook as he used his vector to pick up a pair of keys. To them, it must have looked like they were floating in mid air.
Harry relieved the two guards of their heads, making sure the observatory window was suitably gory, and made his way slowly out the door and down a dark tunnel, airway line lights shining lightly on the floor. He met four more guards at the end of the tunnel, each armed with guns. With a splash, the middle mans head flew off. Harry heard a sound recording of his music box start to play over the PA system. When Kurama had seen its calming effects on Harry and Lucy he had recorded it and played it to calm them down.
Harry smiled behind his mask at the background music. It added the perfect erieeness to the scene, the notes echoing off the empty walls. The guards flicked the safety off their guns. "Don't panic! We're in no danger as long as we stay two meters away. That's what it said in the manual!"
"Oh yeah, and 'don't drop anything on the floor', right?" Harry picked up and pen and drove it through the speakers eye, killing him as it passed through is brain. He cut the arm off the original speaker, severing his limb and making him loosed his grip on his gun. With another push, the torso slid back and sprayed blood all over the wall behind him.
The remaining guard gasped, seeing his comrades killed by that… monster in less than ten seconds. His eyes widened and he knew he was the next to die. He felt a rush of wind before his head fell to the ground. A guard rounded the corner and started firing at him. 'Fools, do they think they can beat me?' Harry asked himself and smiled slightly as the firing lit up the hallway with a savage light. Harry blocked the bullets easily with his vectors and punched he shooters chest hard. His upper half flew across the hallway and slammed against the wall with a thunk. Harry threw his legs after him.
The last guard, terrified, raced down the hallway, trying to put as much distance as he could between him and Harry. He didn't make it far before he was ripped in half. Still alive as electricity ran through him, he pulled himself up a stair until Harry ripped his head off.
Four more guards blocked Harry's pathway to freedom, and he was getting angry. They fired useless bullets at him. Harry knew that they couldn't harm him; only close range weapons could. Harry continued walking forward calmly. When they paused to reach for more cartridges, Harry acted quickly, severing ones head and halving the other three. Harry entered an elevator, pushing the ground floor button and rode down four stories, crouching on his heels during the ride. The doors opened to reveal four more guards with guns, shooting at him. Harry glared at them, fury in his eyes, making them glow a bloody crimson behind the tan mask.
The guards lowered their guns when they ran out of ammunition, and waited for the smoke to clear. When it did, they saw the boy, crouching on the floor, surrounded by numerous bullet holes, and the rest floating in mid air, vectors protecting his naked and vulnerable body. Harry casually dropped the bullets and stood up, walking slowly towards them. They started shooting again, almost immediately getting over their shock. Harry decapitated three of them, the fourth running down the hall, dark blood stains splashed over his clothes.
The man ran wildly, Harry giving him a push into the doors at the end. Finally, the end of the hallway, where freedom stood. The man crab-crawled to the side and backed into a corner. He shook, gasping for air as he waited for his death. Every moment Harry waited agonized the man as he waited for his most certain doom. Harry squatted in front of him, the man only having time to widen his eyes before his head was pulled off his neck. Blood spilled away from the man, gently rolling over the reflective pad on the floor.
Harry used his vector to slap against the wall, dragging it downwards so he could grab the lever, leaving a bloody trail. He pulled it down and watched as the doors opened. He stood up straighter as he saw his welcoming committee. Kurama was standing in the back of a large group of over twenty three guards, all pointing guns at him. Two rows, the first kneeling on their knees to give the back row leeway to shoot.
They stared at each other before a brown haired girl stumbled into the scene, tripping over her feet and spilling coffee all over the floor. "Kisaragi!" Kurama shouted, two guards holding him back to going towards the girl.
"Director Kurama! I'm sorry, I did it again…"
"Run Kisaragi!"
"Eh, What's all this?" she asked as she finally noticed the group in front of her. Harry laid a vector on her shoulder, leaving a bloody handprint.
"Don't do it Harry!" he shouted again. Kisaragi looked up at him, her expression not even having time to change as Harry pulled her head off. Her body fell to the floor and Harry turned the head towards the guards, mocking them. "Shoot to kill!" Kurama called out.
Harry lifted the girl's lifeless body upwards, shielding himself from the spray of bullets. The body twitched and jerked as she was shot over and over again. Harry lifted the pen he had up and jammed it through a guards head, spraying a little bit of blood on Kurama's face.
"Shoot him! Don't hesitate," he ordered and Harry dropped the body.
"Sir, we're out of ammo!" someone called out. The guard nearest Harry jumped up and raced towards him with a war cry. A vector through his chest and pushed his heart out his back, the bloody organ flying onto another man's chest and slipping onto his lap. Harry stiffened in surprise until he saw Lucy hidden behind the second row of men. Within the next fifteen seconds, Lucy had killed the rest of the guards, leaving only Kurama alive.
Kurama stared openly at Harry as he walked past, patting the director slightly on the back, leaving a blood handprint. "They're headed towards the emergency exit, lower the shutter gates and seal them up!" Kurama ordered into a walkie-talkie. A heavy door behind Harry closed, and in anger he smashed his vectors into the steel, leaving four large indentions. Behind him he heard the sound of steel sliding against steel and the sound of waves crashing against rock. A side door was open, the starry night sky sending in a wave of fresh air, cool air smelling sweetly of water. Harry walked out the door, eager to go outside for the first time in many years. He walked down the rock path, marveling in the feel, the sound, the sight of the outside world.
He stopped suddenly, Lucy pausing in her steps as he cocked his head to the side. A slight ping was the only warning they had before a bullet struck the side of Harry's head. It cracked the mask, shattering it. Inky black hair flew out of its confinement, whipping around Harry's face in the wind. Warm blood trickled down his face and he fell off the cliff and into the water with a splash, loosing consciousness.
Harry awoke to find himself resting on a sandy beach. He shivered slightly and jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder. Lucy was sitting there, naked, next to him.
"You made it out," Harry slurred, eyes unfocused.
Lucy nodded. "I expected to meet a lot more guards on my way out. There weren't many, only a few."
"I encountered a lot," Harry said. "Kurama sent a whole division out after me. Over forty."
Lucy nodded again. "I pushed the bullet out of your head," she said. "I saw you fall and grabbed you just in time."
"Thank you."
They sat in companionable silence for a while before, "I'm hungry. I haven't been fed in a while."
"Neither have I." They stared out into the distance, a thin strip of blue shining in the sky, signaling sunrise.
Harry and Lucy once again snuck into someone's house and stole clothes, Harry managing to find a little dark blue hat that fit on his head like a glove, effectively hiding his horns. Lucy took a fishing style hat, the corners pulled down around her face.
"My birthday was yesterday," Harry said in surprise, after glancing at a newspaper while eating some food. "I'm eleven."
Lucy grabbed the paper away from him, scanning the headline news and noting the date. "My birthday is August 1," Lucy said. "One day after you. I'm eleven too."
"I can't help but feel that something important is going to happen," Harry said.
"Yes, we might be captured by the police." Harry glanced out of the window, seeing the squad cars parked outside.
"POLICE! Come out with your hands up!" Harry turned to look at Lucy, who smirked.
"That wasn't what I meant." Harry turned and looked at the police.
"Do you think we have a tracking device on us?"
"Most assuredly." The pair stood up and hid behind the drapes as the door was busted open.
The guards moved throughout the house before stopped in the living room. "There's no one here, sir," he called out. "It was another false alarm. Harry looked at Lucy who nodded. A vector punched through the speaker's chest. 'One less human alive," Harry thought and giggled gleefully. Hoarse shouts were heard outside and policemen trained their guns into the living room.
"Sir, it's clear in here. No one at-" The call was silenced as the man dropped to the ground.
"Sir, sir! You can't go in there. It's much too dangerous."
Harry and Lucy and glanced at each other as the fearless man walked towards them.
"Sir, stop! You'll be killed." Obviously ignoring the commands, the man continued towards their hiding spot. Harry extended his vectors but pulled them back as he saw who it was.
Kurama. "Harry, Lucy. Come with me. We'll be going home."
The guards in the living room lowered their guns slightly and glanced at each other. This man had to be insane, talking to an empty room. They were put back on their guard as three of their men were bloodily ripped apart. Kurama frowned and pulled something out of his jacket. It was the music box. He opened it, the simple melody pouring out of his. "I'll break it," he warned.
Harry slowly came out of his hiding spot, Lucy following him. The police men were really confused. Two kids caused all this bloodshed? Harry allowed himself to be led by Kurama, before using a vector to grab his box as he threw Kurama into a tree. Within minutes, the entire police force was dead. "We need to leave, before Kurama calls for enforcements," Lucy muttered.
Harry grabbed her hand. "Do what I do," he said, and slammed his vectors as hard as he could against the ground, leaving four handprints in the grass. He rose high, flying over five houses before beginning to fall back to the ground. He stuck his vectors out, catching himself. Lucy caught on and they disappeared quickly.
"We need somewhere we can go, where they can't find us," Harry said.
"In there!" It was a dirty looking pub, out of place between the fancy stores around it.
"The Leaky Cauldron," Harry read. "Good enough place I guess." They slipped inside the building, quietly shutting the door. "This won't keep Kurama out for long."
"Look," Lucy said quietly, using her vector to point to a broom which was sweeping the floor by itself. "And there." A man was reading his newspaper, circling his finger over a cup of tea. The spoon in the cup rotated around the cup in time with his finger.
"Are you heading to Diagon Alley? School shopping?" an old man said as he wiped a mug. "The entrance is in the back room. I'm Tom. If you need anything, just call." Harry eyed the man distrustfully, edging around the perimeter of the room, Lucy right behind him. The slipped out the back door, annoyed at he stares they were getting.
"Stupid humans," Lucy grumbled when they were alone.
"My hat fell off," Harry stated, reaching up to touch his horns. "These must have confused them." He tugged on his horn once before putting his hand down.
"Come on then kids," a woman's voice floated over to them. The backdoor opened and a portly woman stepped out into the room, followed by six boys and one girl, all with bright flaming red hair, garish compared with the crimson of his own. "Diagon Alley, here we come!"
"Can I have some ice cream?" "Mom, you promised to buy me a new skirt…" "Can't wait to visit the joke shop?" "Work has been horrible; I got bad burns off of a Chinese Fireball…" Harry melted into the shadows, glaring at the loud and rambunctious family. The woman ignored her family jabbering and the girl tugging on her sleeve as she pulled out a piece of wood and tapped several bricks. There was a grinding noise, and the bricks pulled to the side, forming an arch, beyond which a street filled with humans and shops could be seen.
"I don't know how those muggles live without magic," the woman sighed before rounding up her kids and moving through the arch. Harry and Lucy snuck through before the arch closed. They covertly stared around them, assessing their escape plans and places to hide. A tawny owl hooted near by, flying in front of them. Another owl landed next to Lucy. Two letters were stuck to their legs.
Harry reached down and ripped the letters off the owls, handing one to Lucy. He looked at the address.
Harry Potter
Diagon Alley
London
Lucy's read the same thing. They slit the letters open, reading the contents. Harry handed his to Lucy who read it aloud.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of the supplies you will need. The train to school will leave at eleven o clock at Platform 9 and ¾ at Kingscross on September 1. Please owl us if you have any questions. We await your owl.
Signed, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress
"Mine says the same thing too," Lucy said. "What should we do?"
"Kurama will never suspect that we are going to a school, and we might be able to get rid of these trackers," Harry said. "I think it will be a good idea. We'll be surrounded by humans, and if they bother us or try to hurt us…"
"Humans are weak, idiots. Miserable."
"Then it's agreed. We'll go." They pulled out the inserted sheet and read over the list of supplies. Harry's had a note at the bottom telling them to go to Gringotts, the wizarding bank. "Let's go then."
They headed down the street keeping to the shadows. At the end they saw a large white building. "That must be Gringotts," Harry said. "I had a dream about it."
They entered the building, looking warily around, aware of the stares they were getting. They walked up to a desk, behind which was an old, wizened…goblin? "Yes?" it sneered, and then slid back a little at the sight of the horns.
"I'm here to visit my vault," Harry said, quoting from the dream he had.
"Do you have your key?"
Harry felt into the envelope he had and pulled it out. The goblin took it, and satisfied, called another goblin to them. They got in a little cart, speaking quietly so the creature couldn't hear them.
"He's not human. I thought that there were only humans in the world, and us."
"Apparently not. Did you see the way the humans were treating them? Like those Goblins were below them."
"Humans are miserable."
The cart they were in sped down the track, going deeper and deeper underground. Branches led off the main tunnel they were in; sometimes they could see spouts of fire. When the cart stopped they got out and entered the vault. It was filled with gold, silver, and little bronze pieces. The goblin explained the money system to them and Harry swept up some coins and put them in his music box.
When Harry and Lucy were back in the open air, they contemplated their next move. "I think we should get our robes first," Harry said. "Nearly everyone here has them, and we could pull the hoods up to cover our horns. We would be less noticeable."
The robe shop was called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. The owner was an overly cheerful woman, who greeted them with a huge smile, which faltered at their cold indifferent stares and horns. "H-hogwarts, dears? We've got the lot. I've got a young man being fit up just now." After getting no response, she led them to the back and put them on a small platform.
Two assistants scurried out and threw robes over their heads and started pinning them up. "Oh, hello," a snobby looking boy said to them, white blond hair plastered to his head. "Hogwarts too?" The boy frowned when he got no response before realizing what a stupid question it was and tried again. "Do you know what house you'll be sorted in?" he asked, then answered the question. "Of course you don't. No one really does. I'm sure I'll be in Slytherin. Just like the rest of my family. Can you image being in Hufflepuff though? I'd die of shame." Still no response. "Are you two deaf or something? Can't you tell I'm talking to you? I'm a Malfoy !" he stated proudly, as if that called for them to bow down or something. "Answer me!"
Harry vectors shot out and grabbed hold of Lucy's before they could kill the boy. He shot a warning look at her before answering the boy. "No, we're not deaf. We just don't want to talk to you. You obviously can't see that," Harry said coldly, turning blood red eyes to the boy, who flinched back at the sudden gaze.
"That's you done, my dears," Malkin said as she entered the back room to check on their progress. Harry and Lucy said nothing as they paid and walked out of the store, donning the hoods.
"Let's go to the apothecary next, and then the bookstore," Lucy suggested. They spent a half hour in the apothecary looking at the strange ingredients, before heading to the bookstore to search for any books on diclonius. There were none. After paying for all their supplies, Harry and Lucy were brainstorming ideas of where to stay for the rest of the week before catching the train.
They had made a trip to the post office before to send their letters off where they had seen the red headed family talking about staying in the pub for the night. Lucy had decided that they were going to stay there.
"Ollivanders then before getting a room," Harry suggested. They made their way to the wand shop, slipping through the door. The store was dark and musty, a single rickety couch sagging in the middle sat derelict against the wall.
"Mr. Potter," a voice said. "I was sure I'd be seeing you again some day." An old man came into view, white hair and leathery features. He approached Harry, trying to get a close as he could before Harry stepped back, creating more space between them. "And who are you?" he asked Lucy.
"Lucy."
"Here for your wands?"
"We wouldn't be here if we weren't." Ollivander smiled.
He turned his back on the kids and went to the shelf before pulling down several boxes of wands. He handed one to Lucy who took it, but he snatched it out of her hand almost at once. This same process went on for several shelf full before Lucy took a wand, warmth spreading through her body. She waved the wand, but nothing happened.
"Interesting," Ollivander said. "Are you, perhaps, not human?" Lucy sneered. "Of course, since all humans have horns."
Ollivander nodded jerkily nodded. "I see. I need a strand of your hair," he said, and held his hand out while Lucy jerked a red thread from her head. Ollivander wrapped the hair around the wand and muttered something under his breath which made the hair dissolve into the wand. "Try again." This time, sparks flew out of the wand, black and red. "Perfect. Rowan containing a piece of your hair and a phoenix feather suspended in dragons blood and phoenix tears. You next, Mr. Potter."
It took a long time for Harry to find his wand, and had to give the human a strand of his hair. His wand was also rowan with a phoenix tail feather, unicorn hair, and his own suspended in phoenix tears and with a drop of his own blood. Ollivander also told him with much enthusiasm that it shared the same core as Voldemort. Whoever that was.
Next time on Elfen Song: Journey
With no sign of Kurama, Harry and Lucy plan on their trip to a human school. Forcefully rebelling against their instincts to kill, Harry finds himself at the breaking point…Next time in Journey