Bold : book excerpts and spell names
Underlined : memories, Legillimency and thoughts


The bell over the doorway to Ollivander's shop tinkled as both Hailey and the fake Moody entered, only to be met by a dusty, yet empty counter. Moody quickly claimed the single spindly chair in the corner, rubbing the spot on his leg where flesh met prosthetic.

"You might be waiting a while Lassy," Moody said, "during the school terms is the time when he gets the least business, its usually the time he crafts his wands so depending on what stage of the process he's at depends on when we see him."

"No matter, we are signed out until lessons on Monday and so long as we are finished by nine, long after the shops closing time, then it's fine." Hailey responded absentmindedly, not diverting her attention from feeling out the swirls of magical energy coming of the wands; the process may go quicker if she had an inkling as to what wand might have the closest match to her magical core.

"Well good afternoon," a voice spoke from the counter surprising them both, "I hope you're not here for yet another wand Alistor, even for you the ministry set limit is at most, four wands." despite Ollivander wearing a serious, disapproving expression all present could sense the humor in his words, especially since his eyes literally sparkled with it.

"No, no" Moody chuckled, "I'm actually here to pay for Miss Potters wand, seeing how it was her part in the demonstration I held for my lesson that caused the destruction of her old one."

Ollivander turned his attention to Hailey then, slightly creeping her out by the intensity of his gaze; it felt like he was looking into her soul and despite the impossibly due to her Occlumency shields, reading her mind.

"Well then Miss Potter, I was expecting to see you five years ago. Oh well at least now you'll be able to get a properly matched wand" Hailey had to forcefully stop herself from snorting at that; Ollivander wands were mass produced and didn't fully match themselves to a witch or wizard until after several years of constant use; the only way to get a wand that was properly matched right from the get-go was to get one custom made; something that most wand crafters did. Silently she raised her right hand when he turned around with the tape measure in his hand; she had spoken with and overheard enough people to be able to know every step and word of his wand matching process. Ollivander seemed to realise this as he was silent as he collected a bundle of small boxes back to the counter as the tape measure took note of all her different measurements, including chest size which made her want to slap Ollivander and burn the offending piece of plastic currently wrapped around her breasts.

"That's enough now," Ollivander said when he noted Hailey's ire, causing the tape measure to drop lifelessly to the floor. "Now then; Willow, Unicorn Tail Hair core. Twelve and a half inches, very springy and excellent for Healing magic."

He passed over the wand and just as she touched it, she could feel the magic from her wand reacting violently with her magical core. Ollivander seemed to be able to tell as well as he snatched the wand from her only a fraction of a second after giving it her. "Hmm, how good is he at sensing magic? This could be problematic if he aids Dumbledore."

"No, no that wont do." Ollivander murmured to himself, "how about this then Miss Potter;

Hornbeam, Phoenix Feather core. Thirteen inches and inflexible." Ollivander handed her the second wand and while not as volatile a reaction as the first wand, the two magics were still incompatible. This process carried on for a few hours, some wands more compatible than others, some even worst than the first but on average, the longer she tried the more compatible the wands Ollivander chose were.

Finally, Ollivander seemed to have an idea of which wand may work for her as he just stood there staring off into space in thought. Eventually he snapped out of it and turned on his heel; Hailey only just caught his mumbled "I wonder". When he got back to the counter he only had one wand with him, unlike the other times when he brought several with him.

"Try this one, Holly with a Phoenix Feather core. Eleven inches, nice and supple."

As Hailey took it, she could feel her magic responding in a positive fashion, though instead of rushing straight to her wand hand as it always did when she used magic, wand based or wandless, her magic first travelled to her forehead; where it mingled and merged with the foreign magic there before it rushed down to her hand, then out of her knew wand in an explosion of blood red, pitch black and bronze coloured stars; the traditionally used colours of her personally chosen family house crest; the Peverell house.

Ollivander seemed to have also noticed the peculiar and strange path her magic travelled as he gaped in surprise before schooling her expression, "My, my. How very curious. Yes, very curious indeed." Hailey got a sinking feeling in her stomach as he said that; fearing he had discovered the truth behind that night and like the good little spy he was, would report it to Dumbledore as soon as they left his shop. Deciding to play dumb for now, she adopted a puzzled face before replying in an innocent tone,

"I'm sorry, but what's curious?"

Ollivander studied her face for several minutes as if to convey he wasn't fooled, before answering. "Albus Dumbledore's familiar, the Phoenix that provided the feather for your wand core, provided another. Just one other. It is curious Miss Potter, that you are destined for this wand when it's brother, why it's brother apparently gave your's his scar." He said causing the fake Moody to gasp and look at her in disbelief. Hailey's expression and eyes however, had turned icy as she glared at Ollivander.

"I guess the great Dumbledore made a mistake though," Ollivander continued, still looking intently into Hailey's eyes not seeing the rage behind them, "judging by the way your magic reacted when coming into contact with the wand, it was you; not your brother that survived the curse and vanquished He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named that night. Judging by your expression, you knew that all along, didn't you Miss Potter."

"Heh, you caught me." She said, smiling softly despite the anger that was obviously boiling inside, though her next words were said with enough venom and hatred that even Belatu-Cadros, a Celtic deity of war would have felt chills running down its spine from just being present.

"Obliviate." Taken by surprise, Ollivander could only watch stupefied as the blue-green coloured beam left the Holly and Phoenix feather wand and impacted against his chest. The effect was immediate as his eyes glazed over.

"What the hell Lassy?" The fake Moody almost shouted, "explain. Now!"

"It's quite simple Barty," Hailey replied in a calm voice, her anger mostly gone, "Dumbledore currently thinks my brother is the 'Boy-Who-Lived'. So long as he continues to think so he will waste valuable time and resources on him, allowing me to move unopposed. I couldn't let his little spy here inform him until it is too late for the light to do anything."

"And what of me?" He asked cautiously, gripping his wand surreptitiously.

Hailey just smiled in amusement, "What about you? Your loyal to the Dark Lord are you not? And ignoring the fact I was going to tell him all this anyway, well after I had convinced him I'm more valuable to him alive than dead of course, my plans actually benefit him and the Dark side's cause with no effort actually needed to be expended on his part, though he certainly will want to add his own personal flare to them."

"And what exactly does your plans entail?" Moody asked, noticeably relaxing as he removed his hand from his wand.

"Well," Hailey smirked, "destroying Dumbledore's image, taking everything from him before killing him, return of the Dark's superiority, complete removal of Muggles from this world, giving Muggle-Borns a proper education of our ways; you know, the normal stuff." With that, Hailey muttered a second spell and a mustard yellow beam left her new wand and impacted against Ollivander's chest.

As soon as the beam dispersed, Ollivander lost the glazed look in his eyes and spent several seconds blinking before speaking up.

"Very good; Ash with a Welsh Green Dragon Heart-String: good for general magic. Such a shame about the Holly and Phoenix feather wand, but these things happen and I suppose if it didn't accept your brother as its master, it wouldn't accept anyone. Now then, that will be seven Galleons please Alistor." The fake Moody paid, unvoiced questions evident in his eyes, before he quickly ushered Hailey out of the shop, though not before Hailey burnt the measuring tape then hit Ollivander with another Obliviate to remove knowledge of both her burning the thing, and it measuring her breast size.

"Alright Missy," the fake Moody spoke up at last, "what the hell was Ollivander talking about? I understand you modified his memory but what too and why? And the second time, was that really necessary?"

Hailey, who had been attempting to figure if she like her ice-cream or not looked at him with bemusement. "Wow, you held that in for quite a while." She stated and it was true; it had been an hour since they left Ollivander's and during that time they had visited a book store in Knockturn Alley where she picked up a new book on wards and something that wasn't titled and she wouldn't answer his questions about it. Next they had gone to Fortescue's and got an ice cream each; Barty a boring vanilla and in her own little tradition, she got the experimental flavour of the week; today's happened to be Ambrosia flavour with a Nightshade and Doxy Blood swirl. All during the hour Barty had been literally bursting to ask his questions and Hailey had found it funny to watch. Moody didn't reply and just settled for glaring petulantly until Hailey answered him.

"Well, you know I Obliviated him to remove knowledge of me having the Holly and Phoenix wand, therefore revealing me to be the true Child-Who-Lived due it its connection with the Dark Lord. Unfortunately our accidental little mishap which I caused on purpose during the lesson is something very few people would ever have heard of, and they're the sort to keep all secrets to the grave or hand over only to their heirs. Dumbledore will be investigating it vigorously and when he is unable to find information on it he will resort to questioning Ollivander about my new wand and if Ollivander comes up blank he'll only pay extra attention to me." Hailey paused then to eat some more of her strangely enjoyable ice-cream as the fake Moody took in what she told him.

"As to what I changed his memory to," she continued, "as far as Ollivander knows, the Holly and Phoenix wand rejected me in a typical fashion while a later attempt and subsequent failure destroyed it in a magical fire similar to a light version of Fiendfyre. Also the wand Ollivander believes me to have is, despite his comments to me, a wand for a below average witch or wizard. When he says 'good for general magic', what he really means is 'you can do magic, just don't hope to succeed with spells that are past OWL level'. Hopefully he'll be a good puppet and tell Dumbledore that when the old goat asks about my wand but even if Ollivander neglects to mention it, Dumbledore's frustrations with the lack of answers will lead him to that line of questioning eventually."

"And you're sure Dumbledore won't detect any mental tampering when he questions him? You know how fond Dumbledore is at taking memories to review them, no matter how unwilling the owner. And what about the last one as we left? Don't you think that was unnecessary?" They both shivered at that, fake Moody from just the idea while Hailey from remembering the feeling of Dumbledore ripping a memory from her mind before attempting to Obliviate the day after Halloween during her first year. Luckily she had gotten extremely proficient in Occlumency at a young age; though she had no barriers to speak of, which would be extremely suspicious. Instead she had a false mind, allowing her to give Dumbledore a fake memory to appease him and the resist the Obliviation.

"Don't worry, while I'm no where near the Dark lord's or Dumbledore's level in the mind arts, my ability with memory modification is far too superior for Dumbledore to detect any falsehoods. The Dark lord might detect them if he's not being careless when he reads someone's mind or views their memories. And about the final one, unnecessary? Are you insane! I burnt the dam thing for revenge but letting him walk around with knowledge of my breast size? Would you like some old female granny version of Ollivander walking round with knowledge of the size and look of your dam dick?" She all but shrieked, well the last four statements/questions were almost shrieked anyway, the first part was spoken calmly.

"Point taken, anyway if your finished with your ice-cream then I'll take you to the Dark Lord."

"Oh very well," Hailey sighed, getting up from her seat the same time he did, "but I must really get the recipe for that ice-cream. It was rather delectable; I wonder if Daphne or Luna would like it?" she mused

"You can just use the content analysis spell on the ice-cream Missy, even if that isn't it's intended purpose. And what the hell do Miss Greengrass or Miss Lovegood have to do with anything?"

"Well," she replied, trying to hide her grin, "they are going to be the first willing members of my all female Harem. I suspect Luna already knows due to her talents in the Seer arts but Daphne is already attracted to me and my sources hint that she will enjoy the fun to be had with other members. That and if nothing happens between us soon she's going to jump me."

Barty just stood there gaping like a fish, oblivious to Hailey's laughter, before he shook his head and grasping Hailey's shoulder; Apperated the both of them out of the alley just as the first rays of sunset hit the seating area.


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