Hey guys! I'm back with some more delightful PB!

I apologise for the slow start in terms of plot and the long wait for updates, but please bear with me; it'll be well worth it.

Ok, let's do this!

I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to Harry Potter. Gutted.

The Potter family emerged out of the Leaky Cauldron, having just taken the Floo. Harry, who was still feeling peaky after his least favourite form of travel, took out his wand and tapped the third brick from the left above the dustbin.

"Where are we going first?" said Harry, stowing his wand in the holster up his sleeve.

"Gringotts, I think," said Ginny, rifling through her purse. "The kids need money for term and I don't have enough for the shopping."

So they made their way to the other end of the long cobbled road where Gringotts stood, tall and domineering in white marble.

"The Potter vault!" called a goblin as soon as they stepped into the main hall. They were greeted immediately by a humble goblin who bowed them towards the doorway to the carts.

Harry was used to this. Ever since the war, Harry and his steadily growing family had been treated with similar respect that would be treated a saint. Harry used to turn these attentions down, to offended looks. After a rebuking from Hermione, ("You are too modest for your own good, Harry. They want to thank you, so let them.") He grudgingly gave up and simply accepted them, offering a gratuitous smile instead, and praising others who partook in the war whenever the opportunity presented itself.

The family fitted snugly together in the cart, and they were off. They spiralled down the familiar route to Harry's vault; number 687.

It was no longer possible to step inside the vault: Harry's inheritance from both his parents and godfather, (who had belonged to a very ancient, wealthy, pure-blood family), the surprise reward Harry received when he defeated Tom Riddle and his earnings with the ministry meant that his vault was now filled up to the door.

"Why isn't it all falling out?" said Lily.

"Special charm, Miss Potter," said the goblin, puffing out his chest.

"Right, give me your pouches," said Harry.

Once the kids had all handed him their money bags, he preceded to count out equal but generous amounts into each pouch before handing them back.

"I want that to last you at least six months," said Ginny firmly.

"Why?" said James, indicating the towering mass of gold, "Dad has enough to buy Hogwarts."

"Don't be smart." snapped Ginny, as Albus snickered into his pouch, "We're saving up so that you'll all be able to live easy lives when you leave your education."

James opened his mouth again, but Harry stopped him with a warning look, to which he scowled and stomped back to the cart.

Giving Ginny the usual "Let's just ignore this display of attitude" look, Harry proceeded to take some money for her and himself.

A few minutes later, the family were back outside, blinking in the summer sunshine. They were having a debate over whether to go to Madam Malkin's or Flourish and Blotts when they were interrupted by a familiar voice calling them.

"Ginny! Harry!" It was Hermione, followed closely by her children, Rose and Hugo, both with flaming red hair, which they had inherited from their father, Ron, who was bringing up the rear.

"All right?" he said to Harry in greeting. His eyebrows were raised, and Harry knew that a discussion concerning Harry's sudden career change was imminent.

"Not now, Ron, let's get the shopping done first." said Hermione, giving Harry a "you're impossible but we love you" sort of smile.

"Where're you heading to now?" said Ginny.

"Got to get Hugo his wand" replied Ron, ruffling his son's hair.

"Has Lily got hers yet?" asked Hermione.

"Not yet!" Lily said suddenly by Ginny's elbow, "Mummy, can we go with them, please? I can't wait to see what wand chooses me. I've read any book I could find on wand lore, but I simply don't have a clue what I'll get…" Lily was shining with enthusiasm, and Hermione was startled, though clearly impressed.

"Ginny… Are you sure we didn't switch babies at the hospital?" said Hermione amusedly.

"Perhaps you've just been more of an influence than we thought," said Harry.

"Actually," piped up Lily once more, startling the adults again, "Auntie 'Mione reads pretty much anything. I'm more like you, Dad. I won't read anything unless I'm sure it will interest me."

"Lily?" said James, who was hovering to the side, looking grumpy.

"Yeah?"

"Nobody cares."

"James!" Ginny snapped, "You're treading on thin ice, young man!"

Lily scowled at her brother and discreetly made a very rude gesture, which was missed by Ginny, who was busy giving James her signature glare.

Harry rolled his eyes at this exchange and instead consulted his watch.

"Let's go then," he said to his large extended family, leading the way towards Ollivander's.

When they entered the shop, Harry began to feel like his daughter's excitement was rubbing off on him. When everyone had squeezed inside the shop, Ollivander appeared suddenly behind the counter, and beamed when the identity of his customers became apparent.

"Ah!" he exclaimed dramatically, "It's that time again, is it? Who shall it be this time? A Potter, or a Weasley?"

"Both," said Hugo quietly, gently pulling Lily up with him by the hand.

Harry smirked in amusement as the elderly man gasped delightedly.

"Oh, very good! Well then… who shall go first?" said Ollivander.

Hugo gestured to Lily with a gracious smile.

Ollivander clapped his hands excitedly and a measuring tape promptly flew across the room and began measuring various limbs.

"Now, let's see…" Muttered Ollivander, peering at Lily with some interest.

"Perhaps…"

Muttering to himself, He pulled a box from the shelf and handed a greyish looking wand. The measuring tape disappeared.

"Willow and Dragon Heartstring. Nine inches. Quite springy.

Lily gave the wand a wave.

The temperature in the room suddenly rose.

Ollivander snatched the wand back with a look of alarm.

"Merlin's beard! Absolutely not! Perhaps we should try…"

He pulled another box from the shelf behind him.

"Willow and Unicorn hair. 10 inches. Swishy."

He handed it over, and when Lily took hold of it, the floor began to vibrate.

"Goodness me!" exclaimed Ollivander, diving across the counter to take the wand back. "Not quite as you appear to be, are you, Miss Potter? Very surprising."

Lily smiled sweetly.

"Of course, sir. I still surprise my family, I think"

Ollivander raised an eyebrow. The rest of the Potter-Weasley clan were nodding in agreement.

"Hmm…" he turned back to his shelves and scanned the labels on the boxes.

"We can't have the Apocalypse start in my shop. It'll be bad for business. We must find a wand which can handle you, Miss Potter."

Harry laughed at the scowl on Lily's face.

He selected another box, then another, then another.

Ollivander was steadily getting more and more alarmed by the effects of each wand.

"It's isn't the wood…"

Ollivander mopped his forehead with a handkerchief.

He sighed, and pulled out some notes from behind the counter and studied them, balancing a pair of reading glasses on the end of his nose.

After some time, in which he would sniff at the parchment in front of him and mutter darkly under his breath, he seemed to come to a decision. He crouched down behind the counter and pulled out another box, which Harry thought looked very dusty and worn with age.

He held out a very ornamental looking wand of reddish looking wood. Harry noticed that his hand was shaking,

Lily took the wand.

Harry watched, transfixed, as, closing her eyes, she brought the rosy wood down from her head in a spiral, leaving a trail of white light dancing around her as an invisible wind lifted her red hair to fly around her frame. After a while, Lily opened her eyes and let out a slow breath, which seemed to cause the magic to stop.

"Wow," breathed Lily.

The whole room exploded in applause.

Harry, who was watching Ollivander's grave face closely, noticed that the elderly man had collapsed in his seat, looking haggard.

"Mr Ollivander? Is something the matter?"

"I never thought I'd see that wand choose anyone, Mr Potter. It was… procurred by my father before his passing. You see, my father did not just use the three cores which I favour. He frittered about with all sorts, Mr. Potter. Most weren't very reliable at all, being too unpredictable, too powerful, too rare, or too…"

Ollivander eyed the wand in Lily's hand and gave a shudder.

"My father didn't make this wand. He was harvesting wood in some faraway forest when he heard a twig break. Now, it was pitch black, and he felt the remarkably strong magic of a non-wizard nearby. It really struck him, the amount of power he could sense. Of course, he was terrified. But the creature wasn't hostile. Despite it being dark, the creature allowed itself to be seen by allowing its skin to glow. It was crying hysterically, but silent. It was an Elve."

Hermione let out a gasp.

"An elf?" said Harry.

"Not an elf, Harry. An Elve," said Hermione. "They are very powerful creatures, and rarely show themselves to humans. They are above us in power and intelligence by an infinitesimal degree, that they consider us too lowly to interact with. They are said to be the closest in power and wisdom to a god. They are a different colour according to what particular power it masters."

"Yes, indeed, Mrs. Weasley," said Ollivander, "This particular Elve was light turquoise in colour, and with blue hair."

"That's… Unusual," said Hermione.

"Quite. My father tried to find any record of a similar sighting, but he couldn't find one. He pointed out a picture of the Hindu goddess Kali to me, mentioning that it looked almost exact, except without the extra arms, and the hair was, of course, not hair, but light. The wand I have just presented your daughter was made by this creature. As was this wand."

He pulled out another box from under the counter. He looked at Hugo, then handed him the wand.

Hugo instinctively twirled his wand down in the same manner as his cousin, causing the same sliver light to dance across his features.

"Miss Potter's wand is of Cherry, while Mr Weasley's is made of Cedar. They were the two wand woods that he had harvested that night from that very same forest. My father was asked by the creature to hand over the wood. The creature then cried, spilling tears all over the wood. They began to shine that same silver which we have just been privy to. The Elve then gave them back to my father, still crying, telling him that the two who were to receive these wands would be a boy and a girl. One will have qualities of wit and bravery, and the other with kindness and cunning, but they won't be clear to anyone but each other. The creature also said that they will meet, and that she is deeply sorry for what it will mean when they do."

A/N: I'm sorry I've kept this one rather short, but I figured you guys had waited long enough. This was a little more complicated than I thought it was going to be, which is why the long wait. I hope it didn't suck. I wish there was a better way to introduce all of that information without your brains exploding. Sorry about that!

Having said that, if you did like it, I'm happy!

I reckon Harry/Dumbles goodness will be happening in about three or four chapters, providing I get as far as Jedediah again during the next chapter.