A/n: Next chapter, please review :) you guys may be wondering why I'm updating so much but I've been holding this story for years and I'm just excited to put it out. Forget what I said in the first chapter. If I feel like updating, I will :)
Harry inwardly gasped at what he saw. Dumbledore's Magic, admittedly darker than he had ever seen it, and it was practically pulsating over Ollivander's entire body. He could see as bright as day the way Ollivander's visible Magic which was nothing but a trickle.
He didn't know how he was able to actually see Magic now but he would never look a gift horse in the mouth.
Without hesitating one bit, he spread his Magic around the still confused man, quickly wrapping him in it as his eyes snapped towards him in panic. He really didn't want to alert Dumbledore so early on so he simply used his Magic to aid the bit of Ollivander's Magic which had managed to escape.
The man struggled, but Harry strengthened his hold and continued aiding the man's Magic until his hold on Ollivander was broken by the man who immediately attacked him, his hands wrapping around his neck.
Harry's hand grabbed the man's shoulders while he continued aiding his Magic.
He could easily overpower the man but doing that could ruin what leeway he already made so he simply pushed down on the man's shoulders, pushing Magic into his joints to paralyse them.
It thankfully worked.
The grip around his throat went slack and with another influx of his Magic, Ollivander's Magic was able to break Dumbledore's hold and to Harry's surprise, his entire shop began pulsating and he could see Magic floating above countless Wand boxes before dissipating.
He sighed when the man shakily rose to his feet and helped him up.
"Well, my dear boy. I owe you a Life Debt for your help."
Harry's eyes widened at his words and instead of denying his words he gave him a nod. A Life Debt was a serious thing to get from someone and he wasn't about to waste this opportunity by acting bashful.
"Very well, Mr. Ollivander. If I may ask, how had Dumbledore managed to entrap you?"
The old man sighed and wiped a hand across his face. "Interesting question, my dear boy. One that I am a bit embarrassed about to be honest. It was simply a matter of Dumbledore blindsided me by enlisting the help of his Order and overpowering me before I realised what his plans were. I am very surprised that you were able to sense his Magic on me but I will give you my thanks by not asking your business."
"It doesn't really matter, Mr. Ollivander. I am not obligated to answer you and I would be grateful if today's proceedings were kept quiet. Now, onto the matter of my Wand, can you shed any light on the matter?"
Mr. Ollivander absent-mindedly conjured a chair and sat heavily on it. the man must be drained from finally being able to access his Magic and break Dumbledore's hold on him.
"Well, Lord Potter. The simple explanation I can give is that you are already in ownership of a Wand. Now, no normal wand can invoke this type of occurrence, so if you are in possession of an extremely powerful Wand then there is your answer. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I need a Pepper-up to make it through the rest of the day."
Without another word, the man disappeared from his seat on the chair and Harry shrugged then left the shop.
Thinking back to Ollivander's words, he knew exactly what the man was talking about. The only Wand which could invoke such a response is the Elder Wand. He had become the owner of the Wand before returning it to Dumbledore's grave. It looked like even his old Holly Wand wouldn't work for him. It was within his right to own the Wand now. He snorted in amusement.
Dumbledore really was in for the shock of his life.
The only route that he could think of taking was by using a fake Wand and instead use his Wandless Magic until he felt like taking his Wand from Dumbledore. It looked like it didn't matter if he Time Travelled, as long as he was the Master of the Hallows, he would continue to be no matter which era.
He had about 2 hours remaining before he had to collect his new wardrobe from Madam Malkins, so he decided to go and shop for his books. he should probably branch out on his studying this time around instead of barely scraping by. He was going to be top student at Hogwarts. Hermione could kiss his arse for all he cared.
She really was a Know-it-all.
He then began heading to Flourish and Blotts, hopefully he didn't run into the Weasleys. The only good ones out of them all were Bill and Charlie and that was because Bill had had a huge fight with Molly over marrying Fleur, last he heard, the man hadn't contacted his family in a while. He and Charlie had had a type of friends with benefits relationship before he went back to Romania and he knew that the ginger was still being nagged by Molly to move closer to home and ended up yelling at the woman to mind her fucking business before Flooing away, never to be seen again.
Okay... Maybe he was exaggerating, but that's pretty much the gist of it even if the other man hadn't use those words exactly.
Arriving at Flourish and Blotts, he held in his groan of exasperation at entering the store only to see Hermione in there already nagging the poor shopkeeper who looked seconds away from blowing his fuse. Admittedly, he was there to offer assistance but some people didn't know when to shut up and Harry didn't blame him when he looked towards him for salvation.
Who was he to deny him? Sure, he didn't want to be anyone's hero but this was simply to get under Hermione's skin, the wretch.
"Excuse me , Sir." he greeted, walking closer to the desk.
The guy behind the desk looked at him in blatant happiness and perked up. "Hello and welcome to Flourish and Blotts. My name is Casey Flint, how may I be of assistance?"
Harry had to stop his eyebrows from arching; he didn't know Flint had an older brother, but then again, he might have met the guy when he shopped the first time around but simply didn't recognize the name. What he was doing in a Book-store when he was rich is anyone's guess but Harry would hazard a guess that maybe the guy was Apprenticing under some Master.
"Ah, yes. I do need help acquiring books for my coming enrolment at Hogwarts."
Hermione huffed at him. "So rude! First you interrupt me and now you can't even find your own books!"
Her parents who stood off to the side were pretty much ignoring the conversation in favour to trying to look everywhere at once.
Typical Muggle. of course Harry was no better the first time but he was the pseudo-bad-guy so that should be enough explanation.
Harry simply gave her a look of pure boredom before he replied, making a show of looking her up and down before his shoulder was grabbed threateningly.
"Is there a problem, son?"
He turned his head to look into the eyes of Hermione's father and raised an eyebrow while a sneer made its way in his face.
He belatedly shook off the offending arm and made a show of dusting his shoulder off. "I guess one can't expect manners from Muggles," He sneered. "If you thought that I am somewhat interested in your daughter then you'd best admit yourself to St. Mungos. Maybe you should teach your daughter some manners, it's a wonder if she has any friends with that attitude."
Okay, he was being brutal. He had already knew how Hermione was treated in Primary school but hey, payback's the biggest bitch he had ever met, well, other than Karma but he had enough Karma to influence the entirety of Wizarding Britain so no biggie.
He watched in amusement as Hermione burst into tears and fled the Book-store, her parents glaring at him in fury. He simply chuckled before turning towards Flint who was grinning at him. "Thanks a lot, lad. I would've done it myself but my Master would've turned me into a pincushion."
Harry smirked. "Oh believe me, Mr. Flint. It was no hassle indeed."
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Harry hardly spent more than 30 minutes in the store with Flint's help; he had found all his books and then some.
He knew that he had some time left before he had to return to Madam Malkins' to collect his clothing, so he decided on getting something to eat, and look at that. There was Florean Fortescue's up ahead. He found it a bit weird that he had only ever eaten ice-cream when Hagrid had bought it for him.
Thinking of Hagrid, he could barely contain his groan at how clueless he was of Hagrid's obvious manipulation of him. Sure, the man was nice and all but everyone has a Dark side, I mean, look at Harry. Well, he's more Neutral now but hey, that is still kinda Dark...Isn't it?
Arriving at Fortescue's, he rolled his eyes when he saw Ron looking into the shop, greed evident on his face.
Eureka! Wait, do people even say that anymore? Pah, who the fuck cares, time for some revenge.
He quickly entered the store and grinned at the variety of flavours. making sure Ron was still looking, he immediately walked to the counter and lucky for him, the previous customer had finished ordering and he was greeted by Florean himself. Not wasting any time, he asked for the most expensive ice-cream on the menu.
The man smiled at him and got to work.
Sure, it wasn't morally right to flaunt one's riches in-front of someone less fortunate but Ron deserved it. Harry would've happily shared his wealth with the other boy but no... he was simply too greedy for his own good. Sure, it wasn't good to follow someone's actions but hey, it was his money and he could spend it however the fuck he wanted. He was tired of being the nice guy. Now, he was like... half-nice. Yeah, it's a thing!
It hardly took two minutes before the man finished his order and what an order it was. Harry knew it would've taken longer if it wasn't for Magic. It was so much Ice-cream on a double, waffle cone and he noticed the jealous looks aimed at him and he grinned. He paid the man a Galleon and rejected his offer of change before he turned around with his ice-cream and began licking.
He left the shop in a hurry and saw Ron and his family already looking at him. he hid his smile in favor of taking big bites out of the ice-cream. Luckily it had a stability charm on it. He hardly experienced brain-freezes because his Magic was quick to heal him so he continued taking big bites out of his ice-cream. Chuckling inwardly at the jealous looks aimed his way. He began walking towards the Weasleys, intent of returning to Madam Malkins when he noticed Ron's leg in his way, obviously intending on tripping him.
Pretending like he didn't notice until the last second, he stopped just in-front of the other's boy's outstretched foot and gave him a once over. He spotted the Malfoys approaching out of the corner of his eyes and grinned inwardly in delight.
"Red hair... and hand-me-down robes, you must be a Weasley. Trying to trip me weren't you? I noticed your foot which I remind you is still outstretched."
By now, some people had stopped what they were doing to look upon the scene, the Malfoys included. Ron blushed hotly and pulled back his leg.
"This ice-cream costs more than your life, Weasley, but then again, even a Sickle is worth more than you."
He inwardly smirked when he heard Draco's snort and he noticed Molly gearing up to yell at him. "You should behave like a proper Lady, Mrs. Weasley. Think you can yell at me like you do your other children, don't you? I prefer my ice-cream saliva free, thank you very much."
By now, a crowd had gathered and he heard some people laughing while others blatantly snickered. "Now aren't you blowing this out of proportion lad? Where are you parents?"
Arthur Weasley, the ever spineless sod, always acting cool and calm.
"My parents need not be in your presence, sir. I'm afraid your wife might wake them from their sleep, after all, I heard her screams could wake the dead. I don't think anyone would be happy if Inferi walked the earth, I sincerely hope that your Necromancer wife don't plan to get me in trouble by bringing my parents back from the dead."
"You... You are a despicable child!"
Harry heard Draco Malfoy's restrained snickers. He could easily recognize it. "If you're done wasting my time, Weasley, I have better places to be."
Making a show of leaving, he stopped for a second and looked at their outraged faces. "But then again, maybe you should have my ice-cream, it would sure feed your entire family for a month depending on how starved they are."
Without another word, he handed the ice-cream to their daughter, Ginny who took it in surprise before walking away. Leaving laughter in his wake and Molly's yell of outrage.
That felt fucking good. Sure, he was a bit over-the-top but as someone once said, go big or go home.
Revenge was going to be sweeter when they discovered that he was the BWL.
