Chapter 4: Getting the school supplies, part 1; the Forging of a new Wand

Author's notes: Mini Spoiler alert about "The Day of the Doctor" and certain parts of the revival series, because it's John Hurt, actor of Ollivander and the War Doctor, plus a land in this parallel universe, a joke appearance since the River song quote about good wizards turning out to be the Doctor... With that said, Allons-Y! and Geronimo!, Dear Reader!

With Frisk and Toriel:

Now that Frisk had more time to take a closer look at the specific interiors of the shops around on route to the recommended "Madam Malkin's Robes for all occasions," he found that, as expected, some of the contents of the shops are not of anything he had ever seen before in non-magical society before, the shop with the openly levitating broomstick, Quidditch Quality Supplies, being a prime example. Amanuesis quills was another surprise.

"I'm not sure why they don't just use normal pens," Toriel said. "They're a lot less messy and more convenient. Still, I would believe these would be useful for you, Frisk. For learning to have better control over your pen strokes and other hand controls. To manage with skill, finess and confidence, like a true gentleman and now, like a person raised of royalty, as your actual parents have said," she added after seeing Frisk's quizzical look.

Frisk could not help but blush at that statement. His birth parents did talk to foster Mom and Dad about this the first time they finally met on Skype after all, once they went past the initial exchange of emails, and at length, to boot. It is true though, that he would need some practise in that aspect, having been prone to using more than necessary pressure on a pencil during his more frustrated moments. But that was improving, slowly. At least now he could write things out in a straight line and didn't need his teachers to literally iron out his crumpled homework like way back in primary one. Those were the days indeed.

Madam Malkin's shop, on the other hand, seemed like any ordinary non-magical shop, if it weren't for the obvious variety of robes around, or the pointed hats, Frisk wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

He entered the store first, and the proprietor gave him a friendly nod from where she was straightening out a rack.

The lady, presumably madam Malkin herself had turned towards him when Toriel entered behind Frisk. Ms Malkin froze momentarily, giving Toriel a look Frisk recognised as fear. It was gone in two heartbeats, as mdm Malkin adopted a professional mask. "Welcome. How can I help you two?"

"My child is attending Hogwarts this fall, Toriel said, smiling at the lady. "I heard that you're the best place to be fitted with a school uniform."

"Thank you." Madam Malkin said, and turned to Frisk. "What's your name?" she asked.

"It's Frisk. Frisk Goh Dreemurr."

Behind him, Frisk could feel Toriel beaming, that foster parent or otherwise, it would still take her a long time to get over hearing him identifying himself with her.

"Alright, Frisk, let me fetch my measuring tape." Truth be told, it didn't take long for the numbers to be crunched and Frisk fitted into comfortably fitting robes along with the shirt and trousers that was to form his school uniform. Frisk had taken the prods around as a minor distraction, his focus being on mdm Malkin's face, as she had been very carefully avoiding Toriel's face whenever she could.

"There you go. Plenty of room for a growing wizard." She stepped back to take a better look. "And looking like a fine gentleman in the making."

"I suppose i'll have to get used to hearing that first term," Toriel said, smiling. Mdm Malkin gave Toriel a quick, nervous look, but Frisk had caught that, even if mum had not.

Later, when they had finished making payment, Toriel made to push the door, then paused, as Frisk had not yet joined her.

The child had gone up to the shopkeeper, looking at her through spectacled eyes. "I know you're scared, mdm Malkin," Frisk told her with his soft voice, sore through years of not enough use. "But mom couldn't have hurt someone. I know the stories too."

Toriel looked horrified, and made to grab her child's hand, but Frisk stood his ground. "I know what it's like to be scared, scared like that."

The shopkeeper had flustered to a bright scarlet. "Frisk…" Toriel began, but Mdm Malkin interrupted. "No, your son's right." Mdm Malkin visibly swallowed, then looked up to Toriel with a firm gaze, for what the monster realised, was the first time. "I want to apologise…" Mdm Malkin flustered around the fact that she never asked for a name.

"Toriel," Frisk supplied.

"Ms Toriel," she spluttered. She caught herself, took a deep breath, and continued. "Toriel, I must apologise for this behaviour. We all got reminders from certain parts of the wizarding community. Parts I don't want to associate myself with." She gave a rueful smile. Afterall, I'm what they would call a mudblood. A witch, or wizard with muggles for parents. It was un…" She searched for the word. "It was unreasonable and I apologise. You are clearly a mother who cares for her son."

Toriel was clearly taken back by those words. "Thank you," she said after a few moment's review. "I understand that you're not used to seeing monsters around, so it can be difficult to acclimate. Thank you for your honesty, and for your kind words." She held out a paw, and Madam Malkin shook it.

With the new robes and suit stored in Toriel's shopping bag, the two left the store.

Frisk thought that Toriel was going to admonish him for speaking up, but all she said was "Let's go find Ollivanders'."

Ollivanders, (which Frisk was convinced was missing an apostrophe,) was another shop that, under cursory examination, could pass off as a non-magical one. In this case, it could pass off as a shoe shop, if the shoes were half the size at the width, in particular.

"Come in, come in," said a voice from the back. "Another new Hogwarts student?"

"He is," Toriel said, smiling. "Ah, and a former prisoner, if you would pardon the term, of the Mount Ebott Barrier. It was nasty business, and I hope that you won't hold it against the wizarding world." Ollivander said, giving them both a bow.

"Not if they're as polite as you," Toriel said, smiling. Frisk nodded in agreement. They then both introduced themselves.

"Please, have a seat," Ollivander said, pointing to the only other chair in the shop, "and I promise that we'll find you a wand best suited to your personality. It is after all, the wand that chooses the wizard!

Now then, you came up with the rest of the monsters, right?" Ollivander asked.

Frisk nodded again.

"Ah, such an act of justice! We should start with chestnut and… yes", Ollivander went to a shelf at the side of the shop and brought a box out of the pile it was in without causing an avalanche.

"There we go," Ollivander said, taking that wand and presenting it to Frisk with a flourish.

"Chestnut, with a core of unicorn hair."

Frisk looked at it hesitantly. It felt cool and smooth, but it didn't actually do anything. "Give it a wave, please?" Ollivander said, waiting expectantly.

Frisk gave a wave of the wand, grinning at the memory of Madjick. But it didn't do anything other than give a glow at the tip. Ollivander was disappointed, to say the least. "Hmm, I was sure it would work. "Let's see, you emerged from a great trial. Maybe Fir?"

He kept the chestnut wand away and went to a different pile of boxes. These were less deft compared with the others, plus the boxes on top of the one he selected shaked dangerously before settling.

He passed the wand inside to Frisk.

This one was far more dramatic than the one before. Before Frisk could even make a move with the wand, it glowed and Frisk cried out in pain, dropping the wand back into the box it was in.

"Are you alright, my child?" Toriel asked in alarm.

"It… didn't like me," Frisk muttered as he wriggled his magically burnt hand.

"Fir and Dragon Heartstring…" Ollivander announced.

"Oh… Does it hurt the dragon to retrieve those?" Frisk asked anxiously. "Are they intelligent creatures?"

"No," Ollivander said, shaking his head. "They're not sentient, if that's what you're asking. They're essentially just giant lizards."

"Oh… I don't think I can bear to bring myself to use one of those, even if that's the case…" Frisk could only say, mollified.

"No fir… and no dragon heartstring either," said Ollivander, giving Frisk an appraising eye, apparently going over what he had said. "Very well then, Pine… do I have a pine wand with phoenix feather somewhere?" He went to a shelf, then another, and another before finding a box with the type of wand he was searching for, enthralled by the challenge Frisk had presented him.

This one didn't mind being handled. But even with the wand being shakened and waved about, quite foolishly in fact, it simply remained aloof and unresponsive.

"I, I was so sure," Ollivander said, fascinated. "Hmm, I have an idea. Mr Frisk, what do you wish to do when you grow up?"

"I want to help people." Frisk said, unsure of what he was being asked.

"Ah, I see. An auror then? A… guard against Dark magic?" Ollivander added after seeing Frisk's quizzical look, "Or maybe a healer?"

"A healer." Frisk said quickly.

Ollivander gave a look of nostalgia, plus that hint of a tear...but it was gone in a heartbeat as he nodded. "I still think phoenix feather. But maybe with willow wood instead."

Searching for that wand eventually led to Ollivander balancing precariously on a ladder for a few moments before finding it's box and passing that to Frisk.

He tried that, and though it responded, it still didn't feel right.

"We're on the right track at last." Ollivander said happily. "But it's strange… None of the wands are acting like it's the first wand you've ever picked up. Still, let me find a pear wand and…"

"I'm sorry, did you say Pear?" Toriel interrupted. "Like the fruit tree?" Ollivander nodded to her.

Toriel then reached into her bag and produced a very familiar stick. The stick, his companion throughout the underground, and handed it to mr Ollivander. "This is the stick my child brought with him through the underground. It's pear, is it not?"

Mr Ollivander took the stick in his own, wizened hands, turning it over many times. Then he brought out a familiar looking screwdriver like thing, ran it over with a red light emitting from the screwdriver, raised it up to check the readings… and, seemingly realising his mistake, pulled a wand from his pocket and tapped it on the stick, which caused golden sparks to emerge from it.

"Well I'll be, Ms Toriel, this is magic grade wood!" He handed the stick back to Frisk. Frisk grasped it. Though it did feel familiar, it was no magic equipment. But there must have been a hint of confirmation somewhere in his body gesture, or eyes, since mr Ollivander's own eyes were wide with excitement.

"Yes! Yes! Fantastic, Brilliant! All it needs is a core, and polishing! Phoenix feather, do you think?"

Toriel's eyes were thoughtful at that moment. "Can you… Use other magical creatures as a core for the wizard's wand?"

"Other wand makers do. I know other makers who use veela hair, troll whisker, basilisk horn. But I only use…" Ollivander cut himself off and his eyes narrowed. "Wait. Are you suggesting…?"

Toriel nodded.

Ollivander positively raced into the backroom. "A comb! Or a brush! Let me find a comb…"

He paused. Frisk had taken out his own Sonic screwdriver from his pocket and raised it to his own face, activating the light and sound effect that came with it.

"Hold on… why would you have sandshoes lad's screwdriver? Did he give that to you permanently, or did he drop it and you retrieved it? And why are you waving it about and pointing it like that? Sonic screwdrivers, They're scientific instruments, not weapons! Oh sandshoes and chinny lads, quite the impression you've made on the children."

"They're not sandshoes, sir, they're…" Frisk managed to say, exasperated.

"They're sneakers, yes dear, i know. You should see the state they were in then, though… Still, two or more sonic devices working together can be quite the deadly combination… pity about that dalek, or our showing off," mr Ollivander(?) conceded, raising a hand to calm the lad. "Haven't seen that one in quite a while…" He now said, refocusing his attention on Frisk's replica of the screwdriver.

"Remembered when he pointed that thing at me alongside Chinny! Way back in that forest a long time back! And me? Captain Grumpy that one would later call me. To think that it all started, way back when I was down in the dumps, by The Moment, that darling with the interface avatar of Bad Wolf Girl… Rose, I remember her real name being..."

He then noted Frisk's eager eyed face, having shifted from exasperation to blank confusion at the mentions of "chinny," to that last face. "Oh wait, it's currently still the year 2008. Oops… Sorry, spoilers, dear."

It took a while for the full blown nerdgasm to break out, but break out it did.

"Oh my goosh, OMGee OMGeee, Doctor, I can't believe it's you! You've regenerated, again." Frisk managed to say, before having to catch a breath. He then continued on a tirade for a while about the adventures he had seen on tv, and about the screwdriver he had being a replica, before catching himself and remembering the time.

"Ah, I see. You're a fan of the show based off my adventures. Fantastic chaps, those actors who portrayed my companions and me, all of them. Fans of me and my adventures... some a bit like that LINDA lot, some not quite, and even some became me.

I recall you mentioned about your emergence from the Mt Ebott underground with the rest of the monsterkind inside. And emerged with every monster inside alive, despite the odds? A fine display, my dear, a fine display indeed. I'm proud of you. May it never fade. May it never fade... That whenever you can, you ensure that Everyone Lives!

Now, I've been in the business long enough, to see that sometimes, you sign something or give some souvenirs for the fans…" Ollivander began on that chain of thought.

"Ermm, I might not be able to do much for you, dear, but I can give you something special indeed. In this instance, I can make a casing for your wand to be like my current sonic screwdriver," he said, letting Frisk see his sonic screwdriver. "Would that be fine? Or a different incarnation? And what colour for the screwdriver light casing?" He asked with a smile, ruffling his hair to be like the doctor of war.

"Yes please, Doctor." Frisk said, his eyes, twinkling for reals this time as he returned that sonic screwdriver back to mr Ollivander. "And my favourite colour is red, but I don't feel too comfortable with using red for the light casing… The Master, as you faced him before as the David Tennant! Doctor, used that laser screwdriver, to harm you and all. Red being quite the common colour of evil and all… I'm not too sure I want to associate myself with that colour and…"

Mr Ollivander now emerged from behind the counter, kneeled down to Frisk's eye level and placed his hands on Frisk's shoulders. "Listen, dear, I know that you don't want to associate yourself with evil, and you want to stay away from it. That's a good thing. But staying away from a colour, or a particular taste of clothes, even though you like it, or don't like it, sometimes to the point of bullying someone for it, all because you associate it with evil or something along that chain, is not. Look at me, Frisk dear, I'm about to tell you some spoilers stuff, and for the sake of the timings, I would like you to keep it." Frisk nodded. So mr Ollivander took a deep breath, and continued.

"Back when I was in this body, I used it to fight in a war, to save the universe from breaking down. In the name of peace, and sanity, but not in the name of the doctor. I used to think myself unworthy of that title, doing the many questionable things I did to keep evil from winning, even, (at this point, mr Ollivander switched to a rueful smile,) attempting to use The Moment to end both Time lords and Daleks."

He now allowed himself a hopeful smile. "But The Moment had other plans. As I've mentioned, She took me on a journey to restore hope for myself, bringing in Sandshoes and Chinny lads to that end. Sure, it took a while, but in the end, when it really came down to it, I found that I was like the doctors of before, and the doctors since, on the day it seemed impossible to get it right. Sandshoes and Chinny told me so themselves. Even managed to save Gallifrey itself, even if it's debatable whether or not it was ultimately worth it...

At this point of my life, with retirement in mind, I revisited this face again, to give it a chance to live the life it was denied. Oh, sorry, I got ahead of myself."

"Oh, that's alright, Doctor!" Frisk said, frantically waving his hands about. "Carry on!"

("So much like Chinny,") mr Ollivander thought, smiling at that particular memory. ("But then again, you are an actual child…) Anyway, the point is, don't be afraid to use red, if that truly is your favourite colour, or whatever you feel is your favourite style of clothings, within reason. Whatever that screams you. Remember that it truly is what you do with it, that truly matters."

"Thank you sir." Frisk said, clearly lost for other words.

"No problem, darling. To maintain the conspiracy, i would suggest a new name to refer to me as. You can continue referring to me as mr Ollivander, or…" Mr Ollivander thought for a while. "the Joybringer. Please do not call me the great healer. That's the title Davros used to have, would make some people really uncomfortable."

Frisk nodded.

"Now, this would take a while, so I would suggest finishing whatever other business you might need to take care of, and when you're done, I would have the wand ready for you." With that, mr Ollivander got up and left for the backroom of his shop.

Later during the day, when Frisk returned to Ollivander's, the wand (not polished, as per Frisk's request and held inside a casing resembling the war Doctor's Sonic screwdriver (it's bigger on the inside),) gave off such a warm light that everyone was convinced that it wasn't just a good idea to have this wand made, it was the perfect choice.

Thus, Frisk had the first wand of Ollivander's made of a core of monster fur and a bandolier of his own (think the one used by Cass, as it was when war! doctor first picked it up,) to store that wand in the sonic screwdriver, (with a note of thanks and support, signed by the man himself). For Ollivander, he was in for several weeks of happy experimentation as payment.

A/N: Thanks for bearing with me through this chapter. I hope I've portrayed John Hurt's Doctor accurately… Some part of this dialogue is based off the interview after mr Hurt's passing, that he had fun on the set itself, that he was acting more youthfully compared with David Tennant and Matt Smith, despite the bleak setting that defined his character… Hope I didn't have mr Ollivander come off seemingly cringe worthy or off character. This was added in as a joke moment, because of that one River Song quote, but one moment I hope the doctor himself would bear to do someday, minus the setting I placed him in…

One more part before the main story resumes. I know that some of you would be waiting for me to get on with it already, so this is a note on that matter. Next stop; the Flourish and Blotts encounter, and Frisk's retelling of his journey through the Underground (abridged).

One last thing: I understand that at some point, someone would post fanart of this fic. When that happens, please tag it with "dreemurrinneed" and give me a link via private message, whether via or by my facebook page "art of ho bing lin," you may also drop your reviews there as well. I would love to take a look at it. Thank you!

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Doctor who credits theme (Revival series 4ish version). Sorry, Couldn't resist.