Harry Potter and the Gem of Power

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I do not own it. Otherwise, I might. Not Sure.


This chapter was beta read by The 379th Hero. Please check out my poll, for the Pairings in the story, which may change at some points. This is also going to be a time leap, seeing as I had no drive, or reviews prior, and I';d like to get this story moving. If anyone want to know what happens between this chapter and the last, Id be all to happy to tell them. If I get enough people reviewing that they want to know what happens, I'll write some chapters and post them. Just in case you don't know, but this is a Harry, BWL story. Just not the usual type. Also, seeing as I really don't like writing about love, reunions, etc. I have simply left that portion out. If I get enough reviews asking for me to add it, I might add a chapter for it. No promises, but the more reviews, the more chance of it happening.


Chapter 9: Diagon Alley - Wands

Speech types:

~Parseltongue~

Spells

Parselmagic

"Normal Speech"

'Thoughts'

*(Gobbledygook)*

As Neville and I arrive, using the Floo, to The Leaky Cauldron people stopped talking, and seeing me, rushed over, only to witness me, grab Neville around the waist and take flight; without aid. I flew into the back, and shot the wall with a small spear of my magic, causing it to open, and once in the alley, wall behind us closed, I land, and release my friend. He spins, and very quietly says

"Never, ever do that again, Potter! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

I reply lazily, like I'm not even worried about what he'd do, "Yeah, but would you rather still be in there, waiting for me to give everyone my autograph? Cause I'd rather not be, unless they were all girls, then I might."

"You do have a point, but still!"

"Let's go to Gringotts, I have an appointment with a Goblin." I reply, and start walking, not waiting for Neville's response.

"Hey, wait up!" He calls, and I pause, and once he's caught up, resume walking.

(Time Lapse, Location: Gringotts)

*(Hello, Master Goblin. I would like to meet with the Potter Goblin, if he's available. Oh, and have my parents wills read.)* I ask the closest free teller, who looks at me in shock, before responding in Gobbledygook.

*(You speak our tongue, young Mage. But, very well, as you asked with respect, and in our tongue, I shall see if the Potter Financier is available. However, before I do that, please give me your vault key.)* The Goblin responds.

*(Oh, silly me, I forgot to ask you your name!)* I exclaim, earning many surprised looks from everyone in the bank. Both Wizard, Witches and House-Elves, for speaking Gobbledygook, and the Goblins for asking their name.

*(You are a very unusual human, Mister Potter. My name is Longsword, and the Goblin you are asking for is called Griphook.)* He replies, looking more and more impressed by me.

'Hey, Lily! Can you tell me the last Wizard Goblin Friend? Cause, for my plan to work, I need them as allies, or at least, out of the way.' I ask the voice, having ended up naming it Lily.

'No, I cannot give you the name, however, I can tell you it was a Potter. It was about 3000 years ago, before Hogwarts existed, and before Merlin was born. The Potters are almost as old as the Goblin race, and have never had a single non magical birth. That is why the goblin called you a young Mage. Because, with the entire Potter power behind you, and your current power level, not including possible power level, you could quite quickly become more powerful than Dumbledore. He has about 80% power compared to Merlin, whereas you already have 75% of power compared to Merlin.' Lily responds, sounding sleepy, like I had woken her up by asking her a question. 'Oh, and try to get emancipated. Not just using a wand without the trace, but a new, real wand. Or, I would think that you should get a stave, or a full Staff, seeing as how powerful you have the potential to get.'

'Okay, thanks. I'll think about it. Now, seeing as your awake, could you start looking for power rituals? I'd rather become as strong as Dumbles before I'm in Hogwarts. I also want to be able to overpower Ol' Voldy as early as possible.' I reply, and see the goblins return, and notice them motion for us to follow them.

(A/N: K, I'm not really in the mood to include all the little details right now, however, i might return once this story is done, and I'm moving onto the next one. Or if I ever feel in the before that, I might)

(Time Lapse, Location - Olivanders)

"We're here Neville. Time to get us our foci. Oh, and Neville, I might not be getting a wand, but a stave or Staff. Just a heads up." I tell Neville, and see him look at me in shock.

"Um, but only the most powerful witches and wizards get staves, and only Merlin ever got a Staff. How would you get one? Not ever Dumbledore has one, and your not as strong as him!" He exclaims, both in denial that I could be stronger than Dumbledore, and in shock that I said that in public.

"Well, anyway, let's get on with this." I say, before opening the door, and entering, noticing that I couldn't see anybody, but could sense someone watching me. I sent out a pulse of magic, and saw someone appear from just behind the counter. "Oh, you must be Olivander. I must tell you, I really don't like being watched from someone I can't see. Like how you were just invisible. That gives me the reaction or desire to fight. And I don't fight clean, I fight dirty."

"Very well, however Mister Potter, please don't threaten me. I am much more powerful than you, so don't make such Honor Duel worthy comments." He replies, looking irritated.

"First, you are incorrect in calling me Mister Potter, as it's Lord Potter now. Secondly, I'm not sure you are more powerful, but lets get on with why we're here. My friend needs a wand, and so do I. So please, lets get to that." I state, and see Neville look at me with gratitude.

"Very well. Mister Longbottom, lets get you fitted with a wand. Here - Dragon Heart String and Old Oak wood. Go ahead, give it a wave." Olivander explains, making Neville glare at him.

(A/N: I'm not feeling like going through all Neville's wands, but he ends up with the Holy and Phoenix feather wand. Harry is the BWL, so it's not a WBWL story.)

(Time Lapse)

"Lord Potter, please hold out your wand arm." I do as asked, however feeling that it wasn't going to matter. I was probably going to get a stave or Staff, so it wouldn't make any difference, seeing as how strong I already was. As I hold out my right hand, I see Olivander look at me in shock, and seeing me look at him, looks me directly into the eyes. I feel something nearing my head, and instantly bring up my most powerful mental walls. The thing bounces off it, but before it can escape, I latch onto it and hold it with my magic. Realizing he was trapped and unable to fight, he goes to take out his wand, without realizing that I could literally absorb any spell, save the Unforgivables, and wait for him to cast something on me. I see a red light streak towards my face, and hear Neville gasp in shock and astonishment. I focus on my magic, and bring it up to 'catch' the stunner. As the spell impacts my magical barrier, I see and sense it dissipate.

"Ollivander, how dare you try and mind rape me you filthy bastard! You should consider yourself lucky - I might not try and press charges on you for your actions, but only if you get me my Staff!" Harry roared, face flushing red in anger. Neville, who had never even seen Harry irritated, yelped and hid in fear, not noticing that the air around him was swirling. Once he actually noticed it, he then realized it was actually swirling around Harry, not him.

"I apologize. Now, let's get onto getting you your wand." Ollivander replied, not even thinking about what he was saying.

"I think you mean 'Staff', do you not?" Harry asked, eyes glowing with power, and rather close to floating from the magic he was suppressing internally.

"Yes, right this way, young Lord, and we shall find the wood that suits you best, as well as the cores that suit you."

(A/N: I'm going to skip the selection process and give you the final ingredients, or aspects. I'm only including the wood(s) that the Staff is made of, not the cores, or not just yet. Maybe next chapter, depending on how many reviews I get.)

"Bloody hell Harry! You actually got a bleeding Staff! I thought you were joking about that!" Neville exclaimed as he saw Harry finally return with a rather pale and nervous Ollivander.

"I never joke, at least not in a light sense. Always in a dark, or sadistic sense. I've lived with you for how many years, and you still haven't realized that? That's sad." Harry replied, looking disappointed with Neville.

"True, now, what is it made of?" Neville asked, observing Ollivanders' state.

"Elder Wood and Blackstone Oak*, but I'll tell you the cores at home." Harry said, much to Neville's shock and dismay.

"Elder Wood AND Blackstone Oak!? That's a VERY dark combination-" Neville began.

"Yeah, but it suits me, and it works just fine. So shove the dark shit up your ass, and grow up." Harry interrupted, rather angrily. "How much for the both of them?"

"Free! Such fine creations, and with such power, consider it my gift!" Ollivander said, just waiting for them to leave, so he could owl Dumbledore. And just to get out of Harry's presence. That child was STRONG!


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