Disclaimer: If the author of this fic owned the Harry Potter franchise, he would be sitting in his villa having fun. But alas, it does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live while stealing J.K. Rowling's work so to make it clear, I don't own the HP universe.

Mr Ollivander sighed and gently took the wand from Harry's hand and returned it to its place. "Mr Potter it seems you are quite a unique wizard. None of my wands has chosen you. I think we will have to try a different approach. We will have to forge a wand for you. Let's get started shall we." And he wandered to the back of the shop while Harry followed. Harry gasped as the back of the shop came into view. It was filled with hundreds of wooden blocks and numerous jars with different things like feathers and ashes.

"Now Mr Potter I want you to roam around and pick a wooden block. Choose one which seems to call you to itself. Don't worry, you will know the which one is right when you see it." Harry started to wander there and looked at the different woods. Some looked quite rough while some were smooth as marble. He saw one block in the corner, it was covered in dust and was dark brown with ridges at some places. As soon as he touched it, for it seemed to call to him just as he was described, a tingling feeling like earlier but much stronger shot up through his arm. He picked the block and took it to the old wandmaker. As soon as Ollivander saw it he gasped but quickly regained his composure and said, "Same with the jars Mr Potter."

Harry repeated the exercise and looked at the jars with the cores inside. He quickly found his wand core. The jar was filled with a black powder which seemed to shine through there was little light in the shop. As he was taking the jar to Ollivander, another jar caught his eye. It was filled with a thick dark liquid and seemed to radiate a dark aura. He took it too and placed both in front of Ollivander. This time, the wandmaker couldn't hide his astonishment. But he still followed through.

"Now Mr Potter I want you to touch both the jars with your left hand and the wood with your right hand." Harry obeyed and Ollivander started moving his wand in intricate pattern while murmuring a spell. And slowly, the wand materials inched towards each other before a bright flash took place and a wand stood. It was dark brown in colour, same as the wood, but had streaks of black all over it.

"It is ready Mr Potter. Truly a magnificent wand and the most powerful one I have ever made. It is 11 inches long, made of Elder wood. The wood is rumoured to be part of the same tree that the deathstick is made of. It has two cores which makes it even more powerful. The cores though are complete opposites. One of the cores is ash from a burning phoenix while the other core is basilisk venom. Again a legend surrounds it. The venom is thought to be obtained from one of the first basilisks to be born. While the phoenix represents light, the basilisk the represents the dark. This wand will do great this, Mr Potter. It is suited for all types of magic, light and dark, offensive and defensive. Use it well Mr Potter and with great caution."

Harry took the wand gently and gasped as power seemed to flow in him. A wind blew from all directions but he only kept his gaze on the wand. It seemed to hum with power and Harry felt both excited and fearful at its prospect.

He and Ollivander made their way towards the entrance of the shop where McGonagall and Hermione were waiting for them. They paid the required 7 galleons for the wands each and left. As they made there way back, Ollivander went to write a letter. The owner of the phoenix who's ash was used had wanted to know when the ashes would help make a wand and why should Ollivander hide the fact.

The trio of two students and a professor quickly went to Madam Malkins to buy the required school robes. After the purchases were finished they all made their way to the Leaky Cauldron for a late lunch. Soon it was time to leave for their homes.

"Here you are, Miss Granger. I will see you on September 1st now. Make sure to read the first chapter of every one of your school books. It doesn't hurt to be well prepared. Goodbye." McGonagall said. "Goodbye Hermione" Harry said.

"Yes professor I will. Goodbye to both of you. Can we sit together in the train, Harry? " Hermione said warmly.

"Of course Hermione" Harry said to his new and probably only friend.

"Now Mr Potter you too read your books and I will see you on the 1st. If your relatives give you trouble remember that they don't know about the underage restriction." McGonagall finished with a feline grin on her face which surprisingly suited her face. "Yes professor, goodbye."

Harry walked toward the door of the Dursley house and knocked. His aunt answered the door with a forced smile on her face which quickly melted on seeing him.

She ushered him inside and he saw his uncle with a menacing look on his face. He, though, was prepared and in a second his wand was in his hand seeing which Vernon's face took a purple tinge. He made his way to his cupboard but was stopped by his aunt's shrill voice, "Boy, go the smallest bedroom. We have decided to you are getting too big for the cupboard."

Harry made his way to his new bedroom which only had a simple bed in it and a cupboard to keep his things. He entered the room and locked the door. It was already 3 pm and he started to arrange his purchases. He took out the basic introductory book to magic and started reading. It contained all the laws of magic, what it could do and what education at Hogwarts entailed. He though already knew that so started reading his course books. By the time of dinner, he had the knowledge of what he was going to learn at Hogwarts in the first month of his studies. He made his way down and met his aunt at the stairways.

"You do not need to do any chores from now on. You just get out of the house as early as you can." Dinner was a quiet affair and Harry was quite eager to return to his books. Harry was now sitting on his bed with books spread around him. He picked a book that he had found at a rather secluded spot at Flourish and Blotts. It was a book on the theory of magic. He found that a wand was not a requirement to do magic. Through practice, wandless magic was possible though less efficient and it left no residue so the trace could not detect it. To do it the feeling of magic needed to be emulated. Harry thought of his desperate need to learn this and remembered the tingling he felt at the wand shop. He tried to emulate the feeling for the next hour with little success. He then tried to bring the memory of the event to his mind from his memory house. As he felt the feeling again, he looked at the coin lying near him and tried to use his will as he had seen some people do on the TV when his cousin watched it. To his surprise and happiness, the coin started giving jerks and then slowly lifted. But as soon as he lost focus the coin dropped. He practised this for another hour and found it easier to do gradually. He didn't even need to bring the memory again after some time. But he now felt exhausted and quickly fell asleep though he made sure his wand was within his reach. No one knew what his uncle could do in his anger.

Harry woke at 6 am, a grin plastered on his face. It was September 1st and he had his things packed in his trunk. He only had his wand in his hand. After a fortnight of practising wandless magic, he could now easily do all the practical portion of the first two months of his magical education easily. He already had his first year books memorized with the help of his memory house which he found to be a basic type of occlumency. This led to him creating rudimentary minds shields. He made his way downstairs after freshening up and ate his breakfast. His uncle had 'kindly' agreed to take him up to the Kings Cross station and he soon found himself looking at the wall between the platforms 9 and 10. He looked around to make sure no muggle was paying much attention and ran towards the wall. According to McGonagall, the wall was a portal of sorts. His vision was filled with black for a second before another similar platform like the one he left came into view.

His trolley came to stop just before he crashed into another one. It belonged to a girl with curly blonde hair and aristocratic looks. She had a passive look on her face when she turned to look at him but a gasp of surprise left her mouth when she recognised him.

"Don't tell anyone my identity please. I am trying to keep a low profile if you don't mind." Harry said hurriedly.

"Okay Mr Potter, I won't say anything." The girl said in a blank tone.

"Its Harry, please. May I know your name?" Harry said politely.

"Daphne Greengrass." The girl said carefully.

"A pleasure to meet you, Daphne. I am in a bit of a hurry as I have to find my friend but I will see you on the train. Maybe we can share a compartment?" Harry finished hopefully. He really wanted to expand his friend circle which currently consisted of just Hermione.

"Of course Mr Pot...I mean Harry. I will save you a seat and also one for your friend too."

"Thanks, Daphne. I look forward to it" Harry said as he weaved through the crowd to find Hermione. He quickly found her. After a quick hug from her, which he still stiffened at, he was greeted by her parents who remembered him from their brief meeting. They talked a little and the train's whistle soon blew. They said their final goodbyes and boarded the train.

Meanwhile, a group of redheads wearing shabby clothes were just outside the express's platform looking for a clueless looking boy with a lightning scar on his forehead. As the train's whistle blew, they ran like hell to reach the train in time. It was a wonder that the second youngest redhead was handed his pet rat fast enough in the speeding train.