A/N: Hi everyone! I'm back with another chapter! I'm sorry the chapters aren't longer. I have the attention span of a goldfish. Please enjoy the chapter anyway!

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Wednesday, August 8 1996

Diagon Alley

Ollivander's Wands

Just past 3 hours after noon

Harry's meeting with Snape had gone rather well, in his opinion. As it turns out the Potions Master was already angry at the headmaster after receiving his letter. The dark-eyed man had been assured by yon Master of Manipulations that "despite your despicable mode of dress and near savage mannerisms 'young Harry is perfectly well cared for by his relatives. I dare say, Severus, the boy has plenty of money to spend as he wishes.'" Learning what he had from Harry, the man had offered a truce, of sorts, and in exchange for a trip down to the Chamber of Secrets to render the basilisk ("You haven't had the basilisk in the Chamber rendered yet?! You imbecile! It could be rotten by now!" "There's a preservation charm on the Chamber! I checked!") he offered to play both sides and bring information to the Mist. Harry was quite happy with how his day had turned out so far.

Standing in front of Ollivander's Harry fingered his wand. Eleven inches, holly and a phoenix feather from Fawkes; the wand had worked well for him for the past five years, however after his birthday the wand just hadn't felt right. As if it wanted to be his friend, to work with him, but didn't have the capability any longer. He stepped into the shop.

Ollivander's had the same ambiance as always, but this time Harry could literally taste the magic in the air, rather than just the vague tickling he felt on his first trip. This time he felt old Ollivander's presence before the aged man could scare the wits out of him by appearing – seemingly from nowhere.

"Ahh, Mr. Potter, I wasn't expecting you," the pale-eyed man began looking curious, rather than shocked at Harry's presence. "You haven't broken you wand, have you? Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches; brother to the wand sold to Tom Riddle, thirteen and a half inches, yew."

"Certainly not, it's still in good condition. I polish it maybe once a month. However, since I came into my inheritance on my birthday, my wand feels different. It's not that it completely doesn't work – because it does – in fact it feels as if it still wants to work with me, but can't. And I digress; I'm rather attached to this wand. It's been with me through four separate encounters with Voldemort."

Ollivander flinched at the name, but asked to see Harry's wand. The raven-haired teen handed over his wand and waited as Ollivander examined it. "If I may ask," the pale-eyed man began, "Into what inheritance exactly did you come?"

"Woodland elf, sir…a quarter from my mother's side."

"Ahh," Ollivander said, "Sometimes when a witch or wizard comes into what is generally referred to as 'creature inheritance' his or her natural magic changes…flavor – for lack of a better word. This happens because full blooded creatures have a different range of magical abilities, usually elemental." Ollivander expounded, "Veela for instance tend to have fire and/or air affinities and Elves usually hold powers in tune with water, earth and occasionally air. Goblins on the other hand, have abilities that are in tune with deep earth materials, such as metals, semi-precious and precious gemstones.

"These creatures could use wands or staves as foci, but even before it became illegal, tended not to, due to the fact that it doesn't help them much more than channeling the magic through a normal rock, or water.

"However as a wizard, Mr. Potter, your birth magic is what we wandmakers and magical theorists refer to as Original Magic or Self-generating magic, which at birth is pure and changes as we age to adjust to the type of magic we use. That's why some wizards end up needing several different wands or other foci throughout their lives, and why when you came into my shop the first time, I said told you about your parents' first wands. They were also their last wands, but not everyone needs a second or third wand.

"You, young man, are a rare case. Instead of needing to buy a new wand, I will be rebuilding your wand, I will use holly wood and maybe another type if necessary, as well as the feather in your current wand but I need you to help me find what else needs to be in your wand. I have a feeling yours will be one of the most powerful wands I will ever have the pleasure of making. If you'll follow me to my workshop to choose the new parts for your wand – or rather, be chosen by them?"

The more Ollivander explained the more amazed Harry became. He hadn't known what to expect when he walked into the wandmaker's shop, maybe to have a completely new wand made or to buy an already made wand, but it certainly wasn't this. But he had come prepared. Harry carried with him one of Buckbeak's primary flight feathers that the hippogriff had given him after a preening a few weeks ago. He also carried a thestral tail hair that he had found stuck to his robes after the ministry debacle and a vial of basilisk venom from the creature he had slain, that he had collected from the basilisk during Easter hols the year before.

He said so, causing the elder man all sorts of excitement ("The closer the connection between you and the pieces of your wand, all the better it will work with you." And "Basilisk venom, really?! I've never been able to work with it before…and from a beast you killed yourself, that's quite amazing!"). Harry followed the man into his workshop where he had a wall with two sets of shelves. One set had wand blanks and wood blocks in all shapes, sizes and colors. The other was filled with boxes of dragon heartstrings (sorted by species), unicorn tail hairs (sorted by length), and phoenix feathers (sorted by color – mostly red or mostly gold…etc. – and length).

Ollivander told Harry to wait by the workbench that stretched nearly from one end of the room to the other. He then began lining up different blocks of wood, setting Harry's holly wand at one end of the bench. The silver-haired man followed with the different boxes of dragon heartstrings, a set of boxes of unicorn tail hairs and the parts Harry brought along. When Ollivander was done, he told Harry to close his eyes, hold out his wand arm, palm down and move it from left to right over the wood blocks hovering about six inches above them and to stop when he felt a warm pull.

Harry moved slowly feeling a pull from a little ways to the right and held his hand over the block – which turned out to be cherry wood – then followed another strong pull nearly three feet to the right and stopped there, over a block of birch wood.

"Wow, Mr. Potter, three different yet complementing types of wood – holly for protection and overcoming anger, a warrior wood; then birch for new beginnings, a cleansing of the past, sometimes associated with vision quests; and last but not least cherry for death, rebirth and a new awakening. This will be a beautiful wand."

Harry was then asked to repeat the process with the cores. He ended up with a heartstring from a particularly protective Hungarian horntail, Buckbeak's feather, the basilisk venom, and of course Fawkes' tail feather. Although, Ollivander was especially excited with the thought of working with the thestral tail hair that Harry had decided to let him keep. "Only one who has truly come to terms with death could have a wand with a thestral tail hair. According to lore, the legendary Elder Wand, or the Deathstick, Wand of Destiny…etc. has a core of thestral tail hair!" Harry had enough tact not to ask who the man had seen die, as he could obviously see the tail hair of an otherwise invisible beast.

Harry was told to come back in three hours to receive his newly remade wand.

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