The chapter Devil Nightmare has been waiting for, I hope :) lOVE, Wildreams

It was very quiet inside the shop that according to the professor, sells wands, with the exception of a girl with her mother buzzing around her. Apparently, the mother appeared somewhat fussy about the wand her daughter was currently using and wanted to get a new one for her. The shop owner looked provoke when she suggested that perhaps, they had made a mistake by purchasing the first wand.

Circe walked up to the old man who was busy choosing from the tall shelves. "Excuse me, sir." But before she could utter another word, he hushed her. "Oh, my dear child, I'm really busy! But do, please, browse around. You never know maybe you do not need my help." He smiled at her. Circe decided not to bother him and heed the old man's advice. She began to wonder about the tall shelves that gave the impression that they were padded to the wall. There were rows and rows of them, all containing neatly arrange cylindrical boxes of dark colors, which Circe assumed, contain wands. And a few of the boxes had a layer of dust on them, making them looked as if they have been in the store for ages.

She could still hear mumbles of the mother and the old man but it grew softer as she ventured deeper into the room, where there was hardly any light and the air began to grow dense and musty. Then, something caught her eyes. Sitting on the highest shelf, among other boxes, was a box that looked no different than the others. Circe felt like ignoring it but there was something strong inside her that made her stretch out her hands, on her tipped toes to reach for the box.

"Found something appealing, have we?"

Circe almost slipped and fell when she was frightened by the sudden appearance of the old man, if it wasn't for him who managed to grab hold of her just in time.

"Sorry, I...I didn't hear you coming. Thanks." She said sheepishly.

"Oh, no apology needed. But…" The man smiled at her with a mysterious grin. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ollivander." And he extended his hand out.

Circe, with a lot of caution, took his hand and gave a firm shake. But she remained silent. There was something about that man that made her feel as though he knew something about her that she does not.

"You need not tell your name, my dear child, for your face is forever…embedded in my mind. Forever…You seemed to take a particular likening to that box, right up there." His eyes took a quick glance at it.

"It's…it's probably just like others." Circe muttered.

"Oh…yes, it does, doesn't it?" Ollivander rubbed his hands together vigorously. "But of all boxes in this entire room, you wanted to see that box. You, my dear child, wanted to take that box down, open it and take a look."

"What's in that box?" Circe peered at him.

"Take it."

Circe gazed at Ollivander. She then reached out and brought the box down. It was covered by a thick layer of dust which told her that it has been there longer that the others.

"Go ahead…open it." Now, he had grown thrilled.

Circe roughly blew the dust off and traced the cover of the box. It was made out of a orange with black stripes scaly material. At the edge of the box, the year 382 BC was craved. She flipped it open.

Inside it was a long stick, or at least, what it looked to Circe. It was cream color with a very elegant handle.

"Well, hold it!" Ollivander said impatiently.

Circe held it and began to feel a strange energy flow inside her, starting from her fingers and slowly spreading to the rest of her body. It seemed to come from the wand. Even the handle felt as if it was custom made for her grasp. It was almost as though the wand has been waiting so ever long for her.

"What is this?" Circe eyed Ollivander with great suspicion.

"Oh, my dear child! It's the first wand made by the family. And we made sure we made an impression on the first wand. My child, every wand is different. That's because, every wizard or witch is different. But…the difference of this wand with the others…is that, it has been waiting for a very, very and a very long time for its master to arrive. By itself, the wand possesses great power and it is only willing to share its power with someone who can control its power without restricting it, who can unleash it without being overwhelm, to use it without being used BUT…most importantly, someone who the wand deemed worthy of its greatness. And it seems…" He's voice has calm down. "…that it has chosen…you."

Circe fingered it. "What is it made of?"

Ollivander smiled. "Exactly 12 and a half inch, made of yew wood. My forefathers prefer to make single core wands as it is more stable and only using Unicorn Hair, Phoenix Feathers and Dragon Heartstring. But this wand…has a blend of a single piece of chimera scale and runespoor fang." He saw her distrustful expression. "My dear, you may not fully comprehend the power of this wand but trust me on this, this wand is destined and has deep desires to make you very powerful; but…in light way or the dark way, that is up to you." Ollivander grinned widely. "I will be expecting to hear news about you soon."

"How much is it?" Circe enquired, while reaching for her little sack of coins.

"No…no…it's a gift from the family…to you." Ollivander shaking his head. "You have already given me the honours of meeting you at last. In fact, I actually thought the wand would choose a certain boy I know. But, alas, he was terrible with the wand."

"Is it...," she might be wrong for all she know but it was no harm done guessing. "Is it Harry Potter?"

Ollivander's eyes twinkled. "Do not worry, my child. Someday, you will be greater than the boy who lives."

Circe watched the old man. "Alright. Thank you." she finally said as she placed the wand back into the box with a feeling of reluctance for the energy flowing in her was fading gradually.

Ollivander watched her as she exited his shop. He never dreamed that it will be him to give the wand away. It was on the top shelf for so long that sometimes, he forgotten about its existence. He wondered in what manner the wand will change the girl. No doubly powerful but the question was how? For good or for evil? He thought of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He thought of the boy who lived. He thought about the girl. Oh, yes. Everyone has heard of the first two. Everybody has talked about them but no one knows the girl. She even came to his shop alone. But things are going to chance, Ollivander was sure of that. The girl maybe unknown to the world now but soon, everyone will speak of her name.

Circe stepped out into a bustling street. She had to squint her eyes after spending a long time inside that gloomy shop. Her lips curled with satisfaction when her stage show turn out well; she succeeded in appearing confuse and dubious when in fact, the thrill and excitement was burning in her. She was going to make her mark in this world.

"That's it?"

"That is all, sir." Circe innocently replied.

"You mean to tell me that all Ollivander told you were that the wand is suitable for you?"

"Yes, sir."

"He didn't say anything else?"

"No, sir."

She said that her wand is made of yew, with the dual core of chimera scale and runespoor fang. Hence, it was the first time Circe told a lie. Ollivander never made a wand with those cores but she did bought the wand from his shop. It means Ollivander himself didn't make the wand; someone else did. Someone Ollivander knew. But she never lied before. Therefore, there is something very important that she decided to wield held back.

"You may leave." There isn't anything else he could extract from her. Since she lied, she probably won't reveal anything else. Besides, he already knew what he had to know. After she left; Severus made his way to Professor Dumbledore's office.

The headmaster was feeding Fawkes passionately. The magnificent red phoenix rubbed its head against the sleeve of Albus. "You were quicker than I expected, Severus. Come now, tell me what you know." Albus said, as he release himself from Fawkes and beckon Severus.

"Something happened at Ollivander's, something that she doesn't want us to know. I can tell because she purchased a 12 ½ inch yew wand, with a dual core of chimera scale and runespoor fang."

"Are you certain that she had the wand from Ollivander's?"

"I say her coming out from the shop myself, professor."

Albus gave out a loud sigh. "Indeed, Severus, she is lying." He popped into his mouth a chocolate frog but could not find the delight in it.

It is known that yew wood is a powerful wandwood. It is uniquely associated with death and rebirth. But due to the sap of the yew tree which is poisonous, it has dark leanings. Hence, the user of the yew wand must be extremely careful of its innate destructive workings. It is said to enhance magical and physical abilities and particularly good in Transfiguration, Dark Magic and Necromancy.

"A runespoor fang…I should have thought of that, Severus…" Albus muttered to himself. Severus remained his silence. It was clear that the girl was a parselmouth and a Slytherin after all. The knowledge of runespoor is a rare knowledge. A runespoor is a three-headed snake only found in Burkina Faso, Africa. They are said to be six to seven feet long and the color of orange with black stripes. Each of the Runespoor's head serves a different function. The left head is the planner, it decides where the Runespoor to go and what to do next. The middle head is the dreamer (it is common for a Runespoor to remain stationary for days lost in glorious visions and imaginations) and the right head is the critic whose fangs are highly venomous. It is also those fangs that are use in wands. The right head evaluates the efforts of the left and middle heads with a continual irritable hissing. It is common to see the far right head missing, as the other two heads often band together to bite it off when it criticize the other two heads too much. Because of this, the Runespoor rarely lives to a great age. But the most significant traits of the runespoor that is related to Circe was that, the Runespoor has been long associated with Dark Wizards.

"And Chimera scales…" Albus continued muttering.

The Chimera is a monstrous fire-breathing creature of the body of a lioness with a tail that terminated in a snake's head; with the head of a goat arose on the back at the center of the spine. A wand made from the core of a Chimera scale is very rare. But it is prized for its raw power. However, most wizards failed in controlling it.

The fusion of the wandwood and the core of the wand, it made the child's wand a thoroughly evil wand, Snape mused. Even her father had not had such a wand.

"I will write a letter to Ollivander and see what he has to say about this matter."Albus finally decided. "I'm sure he'd remember selling out a wand like that."

Then, the door burst open. "PROFESSOR!" it was Professor McGonagall. "Professor! You MUST come as see this!" Her voice was tense and sounded horrified.

Without another word, the both of them followed her.

I hope you like it. I really did a lot of research on Circe's wand. I chose the cores according to her future character developement (until Book 7). I do hope no one argues about my decision :D lOVE, Wildreams