NOTE: I do NOT own Harry Potter or it's characters. I ONLY own the plot to this story.

If there is one thing that the fifth year hated, it was waking up in the morning. Harry had never been a morning person and he was happy with that notion. Groaning, he faintly registers a small buzzing noise, which he figures out means he has a visitor, after he casts a Tempus. Scrambling out of bed, Harry quickly casts a cleaning charm on himself and summons a similar outfit from the day before. Before he has time to tidy up the room or send his night clothes back into his trunk, a knock comes from the door. Harry sighs, flicks his wand and watches as the room rights itself into the same state as yesterday.

"Coming!" He just about made it to the door before he tripped over something and fell into the door. He hated mornings.

The door opens, just as he gets back to his feet. "Good Morning, Hadrien. Are you alright young man?"

Motioning the older Wizard in, he quickly shuts the door and wards it against eavesdroppers, animagi and spies. "Sorry about that Mr. Gregorovich. I don't want anyone to hear our conversation. And i'm fine, just not a morning person. Would you like tea or coffee?"

The elder man stared at the teen for a moment, "I must agree, mornings are horrid, especially in the summer. Tea would be lovely, thank you."

Harry gestured to the sitting area, while he went to the menu and tapped a few items with his wand before joining the wand maker. "I want to thank you for coming to see me, especially on such short notice."

"Why exactly did you want to see, Mr. Potter? I assume" They paused to prepare their tea. "That you have a wand already, one made by Ollivanders."

The teen just shrugged. "I did receive a wand from Ollivander when i was eleven. However, allegiances change in one's life and Ollivander is most definitely a Dumbledore fan. I was hoping you would be able to supply me with a new wand."

Gregorovich stared at the teen appraisingly, "The wand chooses the wizard, i'm sure you are aware?"

"Of course. However, i must insist. I am a much different person than i was when i first received my wand, and lately i've found it lacking. It's still a good wand, but i feel that it no longer suits me so completely." Harry confessed.

"I see." Gregorovich summoned his bag, "And if in ten years your newest wand becomes like your original?"

Harry just chuckled, "I doubt that will happen. I am my own person now and not some little lamb. If you grant me another wand, i am certain that it will be my final wand."

"What house were you sorted into?"

"Slytherin."

"What house are your parents from?"

"Gryffindor."

"What is your best subject?"

"Defense, but potions is a close second."

"What wood is your current wand made of?"

"Holly, i believe."

"And its core?"

"Phoenix Tail Feather."

"Sounds very familiar, is there a wand similar?"

"Voldie has the sibling to my wand."

The ancient wand maker blanched ast the obvious nickname before composing himself. "Alright, let me have your wand hand please."

"I'm ambidextrous. Which had would you prefer?"

"Both, i'll have to measure them both and we will go from there."
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Harry watched in fascination as the older man opened his briefcase and a tape measure zoomed out and over to him. Instead of watching the measuring tape, he watched as the wandmaker pulled out several instruments, parchments and an old book. Before Harry could speak the old man was muttering to himself as the tape-measure gave the man his measurements. Deciding to give the man his space, Harry turned to the light breakfast he ordered and nibbled on the fruit. He didn't eat much, even though he'd been out of his relatives house for a week, he still wasn't able to eat full meals. Though he no longer looked like an emaciated skeleton, thank Morgana for potions, he still had a small appetite.

"Are you ready Mr. Potter?"

Harry jolted slightly before putting down his bowl and utensil. "Of course, sorry. Please, call me Harry or Hadrien."

The older man just nodded before handing Harry a long wand. Harry inspected it, before giving it a flick and sighed when nothing happened.

"Do not be alarmed. That wand is typically for someone close to the squib end of the magical spectrum. We will be ruling wands out by stages. Ollivander once gloated how it took an hour to find your first wand, so i expect a good puzzle."

Harry just nodded before accepting another wand. "Yeah, i was scared that he didn't have a wand for me."

Once again, the wand produced nothing, so Gregorovich plucked it up and handed Harry another. "There is always a wand for every wizard, we will find your new one no doubt."

Harry flicked this one, and managed to create a small breeze but nothing astounding. "Why do you not announce the wood and core?"

"Each maker has their own style. I have found that if people do not know what the wand is made of, they can not fight it and in the end find out how well it works for them." The old man smiled gently.

Whatever he had been expecting, that was definitely not it, but wordlessly grabbed another wand. This one produced a bit of dust but nothing else. It continued on this way, ten wands, then twenty, and thirty. Harry was starting to lose hope that he'd find a secondary wand, he really didn't want to go to hogwarts without a back up. Especially since everyone knew that his wand and Voldie's were brothers and therefore couldn't harm the other. By the fiftieth wand, Gregorovich humphed and set his quill down.

Harry sighed. "Was that the last of your wands?"

The elder man looked quite worried. "Not in the slightest. I just wonder if perhaps we should have started with my strongest wand. No bother, lets start now."

Another wand was thrust into his hands, and immediately Harry could feel something within it calling to him. He noticed the egg, and silently summoned both it and the Warmed blanket. The two males watch as the egg was quickly wrapped in the enchanted blanket before it was brought over to Harry. The teen could not help but stare at the wand, before casting a levitation charm on his tea. Both men watched as the tea floated up, but stayed close to Harry's side.

"Have you ever seen a wand respond to someone like this Mr. Gregorovich?" Harry asked, he was certainly fascinated with the oddity he held.

The elder male shook his head in denial. "No, and that wand is not one that i made. It recently showed up at my shop. Wrapped in a wispy, ethereal fabric. The box was rather plain."

Harry gazed at the wand thoughtfully, it looked vaguely familiar. But he shook it off, "So you know what the wand is made of or with?"

The man just shook his head as he packed up all of his equipment. "Not a clue dear Hadrien. Twenty galleons if you please."

Crossing over to his coin bag, he gathered the required payment and handed it over. He was mildly shocked when there was a obsidian box placed beside a Ironbelly holster. But if the wandmaker was giving these items to him, he wouldn't complain.

Harry escorted the wandmaker to the door. "Again, thank you so much for coming to see me."

Gregorovich just waved him off. "It's not everyday that you get an interesting request. Besides, a friend of mine just recently acquired some ingredients that i need to create a pet project."

"Of course. Be safe in your travels and your arrangements." He softly closed the door after the man, snickering because he knew that the wandmaker was going to be visiting the Apothecary about Basilisk parts. He supposed he could have just offered some of his own, but had potions that called for pieces of the dead serpent and he'd already parted with a number of ingredients. He could almost imagine Professor Snape's face when he learned there were adult basilisk parts for sale.
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A heavy sigh is released into a dark room, the teen that is sprawled across the bed is not happy. He does not want to go to Hogwarts tomorrow, but he doesn't have a choice. He just wanted one year, just one year where nobody wanted to kill him and Voldemort would leave him alone. Ever since he vowed neutrality to the press, the Dark wizard had been hounding him with letters and little trinkets. It got to the point where he decided to keep his old trunk, but have it enchanted to be a sort of sorting center. It held all the mail and gifts he'd received from various people, not that he'd gotten around to opening any of them. He was enjoying his freedom and summer.

Just as he's started dozing, Harry hears a faint clicking sound. It almost sounds like scratching. Suddenly a chirp sounds from the area that is occupied by the egg. Harry scrambles over and watches as a multi-colored snout chips at the shell and then sees two tiny little limbs helping to push the shell away. Just as he's about to help, the top of the egg explodes off and a small colorful serpent emerges. It chirps softly while looking around, almost as if its searching for its mother.

{Hello} He waited for a response, he didn't want to spook the newly hatched serpent.

The creature stared at him. {Mother?}

Harry smiled softly. {I'm sorry little one}

{Where Mother}

{I found your egg on the side of the street} the teen smiled sadly.

The small serpent slid over to him, winding up over his arms to look at his face. Harry smiled, and gently stroked the feathers on its head. Checking that the two legs were normal and sighed as it nuzzled his face. {Mother}

Harry chuckled. {Alright little one. Would you like to stay with me?}

The serpent chirped, before suddenly enlarging itself. {Stay. Mother}

There was no way to describe the emotion that overcame the short teen as he was dwarfed by the newly hatched serpent. {Do you know what you are Dorogoy?}

{Occamy}

Did he buy a book on reptiles and serpents? He had to check. {Are you a boy or girl?}

{Both}

Harry sighs and gestures to the bed, {please nest yourself on the the bed lovely. I need to go out and get supplies for you}

{Food}

{Yes, i will bring you food. Nest in the blankets. Don't eat the bird, if she shows up.}

Harry hurried from the hotel room and into the Alley, he darted in and out of shops, not bothering to buy anything, just grabbing whatever catalogs were offered, before moving onto the next store. By the time he got back to the room, he was exhausted. The Occamy slithered from the blankets, back to its original size. Harry just smiled fondly before levitating a small mouse. He barely go it in reach of the baby serpent before it latched on and swallowed it nearly whole.

{Shell}

Harry stared at his new familiar, {Did you want to keep it? I can turn it into a nest of sorts}

The tiny serpent shook its head. {Mother keeps egg}

{Alright mhuirnin, how do you like the name Damballa?}

{It sounds strong, but not for me}

{Hecate}

{No}

{Mictian}

{No}

{Ishtar}

{No}

{Sabazois?}

The serpent seemed to be thoughtful for a moment before slithering to join it's human in the nest. {Yes, i like this one}

Harry yawned. {Get some rest, we have a long day tomorrow}

There were no further sounds as the rooms occupants fell into a deep slumber, the Occamy resizing itself in order to wrap itself around its mother.