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A Crossing of Paths: When Angels Conspire

Chapter Eleven: Of Tales and Tomes

Diagon Alley

London

"…Granger? Like Hermione Granger?. He asked as if trying to remember something.

"Yes. I believe that's right. Do you know her?" she asked.

"Y,Yeah. We met a couple summers ago." He said.

"Excellent, it's very rare to find two children, who were friends growing up in the muggle world, going to Hogwarts together. You should count yourself lucky."

"Huh. Well, I don't know if I'd go as far as to say lucky, because we kind of fell out of touch, but at least I feel better about going to a strange new place, in a world I know next to nothing about, with the knowledge that I'll at least have a friend there." He smiled as they entered the door beneath the sign that read 'Ollivander's Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C'

As they entered the little shop, Harry felt a feeling of magical charge in the air, fairly strong too. Even McGonagall seemed to sense it. He supposed it was due to all the wands in their little boxes that lined every inch of the walls and shelves. But after paying a little more attention to it he realized something was off about it. Whoever ran the store seemed to be taking their time, so he concentrated on the aura a little more. It seemed kind of, distorted, tinny, like one of Uncle Vernon's old Vinyl records played through speakers that were too small. Like a recording of a recording or something. He also noticed it seemed to be coming to a crescendo. 'ahh, I think I see what's going on here.' He laughed to himself as the charge seemed to magnify. ' if I'm right about this, it should be right…about…now!' just when the charge seemed to peak there was almost a tangible 'Click' and it was as if someone hit repeat, and it was back to square 1 with this same exact charge as when they walked in. 'huh, well I guess Wizards are just as welcome to spice things up with a little theatricality as anyone else.' He smiled inwardly as the shopkeeper rounded a corner suspiciously on cue.

"Ahh, Mister Potter… I was wondering when I'd be seeing you. Seems like just yesterday your parents were here buying their first wands." He said as he approached "Your mother was a difficult one, 10 and 1/4 inches willow and Unicorn Hair, swishy good for charms and healing. Your father however favored mahogany and Dragon Heartstring, 11 inches, pliable. Good for defense and transfiguration." He stuck out his hand "Octavius Ollivander at your service." Harry shook it.

"Nice to meet you sir. I suppose I don't have to introduce myself seeing as you already know who I am and where I come from, but nevertheless, I'm Harry Potter."

"True enough, but it never hurts to re-iterate the fact of the matter, if only to hear yourself say it." He paused for effect "Am I right?" and the 'magical aura spell' clicked over. Harry chuckled to himself, not fazed in the slightest.

"I can't argue with that." He said with mirth at both the statement and the delivery. Clearly Mr. Ollivander had perfected his timing and routine to the letter.

"Also, in doing so you have taught me a few things about you I may not have learned otherwise. Things that may make it easier to find out which of these wishes to go home with you." He gestured towards the many shelves.

"Really? Do tell." Harry asked intrigued.

"Oh I intend to Mr. Potter." He smiled. Mr. Ollivander was thrilled to have another child with knowledge and poise beyond their years conversing with him, not with wonder, but with intrigue. You see, you didn't get to be his age without being able to tell the shepherds from the sheep at an early stage, and he'd been seeing less and less, it seemed, over the years. But two in one year? Maybe things will be looking up after all. He busied himself gathering several different boxes and stacking them neatly on the desk.

"We're going to try all of those?" Harry asked. Ollivander nodded and removed the topmost box, studied it for a moment then set it aside.

"We'll save that one for last, I think." He said cryptically while removing the next wand from its' box. "Well, first of all, Due to our greeting, I now know you are right handed just like both your parents were, which suggests that you would best be suited for a wand of an odd length as opposed to an even." He handed harry the wand which immediately began to sputter like a teapot about to boil. Ollivander took it back.

"Though that isn't always true. Your mother was a case in point. Although the extra 1/4 inch of hers does lend some credence to that notion." He put the first wand away then paused as if in thought."We round up in Wandmaking." He then removed two of the ones still in the pile and put them away as well.

"Also, You have shown poise and decorum beyond your years, which is to say you know what the situation calls for and a certain affinity for tossing off the norms." Ollivander held two wands one light colored and one dark. "Normally those of us in the wand-craft like to start with the wood of the parents' as more often than not the child will share an affinity with one or the other." The light colored wand collapsed one of the store's many shelves, and after Ollivander repaired it, the darker one set fire to a spindly chair in the corner which McGonagall had to extinguish… Several different times… Ollivander just smiled. "As I thought. You have your mother's wit and your father's charm, neither one could hope to match you alone." He said as he put those two away along with three of the remaining unopened ones. Harry noticed he seemed to be timing the apex of the magic aura spell with handing him a wand.

"And now we come to the crux of the matter. The core. I have only ever used three sorts of core in any wand I have made or sold: Phoenix Tail-feathers, Hair of a Unicorn, and Dragon Heartstrings. Each has its' own strengths and weaknesses. Sometimes they tend to follow a certain pattern as to what sort of wizard they choose, and other times they seem to seek to break any and all patterns. For instance, Unicorn Hair is a very pure substance. It is excellent at healing and all manner of light magics. It tends to favor new magic as opposed to old, making it the favorite of new muggleborn students. It makes allies easily, and may be persuaded to change its' allegiance if appropriate." Harry took the wand he was given and the wand seemed to hum for a moment before meekly puttering out a spark then becoming silent. "…Though sometimes lacking in the potency department." He re-packaged the wand and shelved it along with the next-to-last one from the pile.

"It's polar opposite is the Dragon's Heartstring. The Pureblood's staple. Full of strength and vigor. Though not inherently dark, it can become so if guided there by its' user. Steadfast in its' allegiances, never wavering. It is true that each wand chooses the wizard. You will never get the same result from using another's wand, and this is doubly true for wands of this coretype." Harry took the last wand, besides the one Ollivander had set aside, and amazingly... nothing happened. So, for the heck of it he gave it a half-hearted flick, which promptly blew a two foot hole through three walls and a bookcase. Harry threw the wand on the desk as if it had burned him. "…I thought not." Ollivander said as he repaired the damage without so much as a glance, then putting the wand away.

"Not unless I ever want to start a magical demolition company." Quipped Harry as Ollivander returned.

"Indeed. If that were to happen by all means come back and I will sell that one to you, but I would insist you sign an agreement stating your company would never operate within a 50 mile radius of my person." Ollivander said in his own dry version of what Harry thought might be a joke.

"Fair enough." Harry shrugged nonchalantly. Ollivander smiled again.

"And, finally the Phoenix Tail-feather. Fairly rare the ingredients for these. Increasingly so these days. As with the Unicorn Hair, they must be freely given as one that is forced away from its animal originator will not function." Harry picked it up. "Holly and Phoenix Feather, 11 inches, nice and supple." For a moment nothing happened then he felt a nice comfortable warmth coming from the wand. Almost like warming your hands by the fireplace, or the sun shining on your face. Then, a phantom wind rose up around him and the wand shot Crimson and Gold sparks out the tip in a fountain that swirled around him all the way to the ceiling before dying down. McGonagall gave a small laugh and a short clap at the spectacle.

"I'd say we have a winner there." She commented.

"I'd say so." Said Harry giving the wand a good looking over.

"Indeed, a very strong match, Curious though that you should…" Ollivander trailed off drawing everyone's attention back to the wand. The tip had started glowing faintly silver and was slowly gathering brightness. Harry opened his mouth to say something but quickly lost interest in whatever it was when the wand's brightness gathered speed, and began softly singing. It was a single note and it sounded somewhere between a person's voice and a Theremin. As it got louder the light got brighter before quickly shooting skywards. As it did, two more notes joined the chord which had stayed the same volume and two golden rings slid down the silver beam to the tip of the wand where they stayed. After a beat another note joined as did a small light purple light wove in and out of the two rings in an elliptical keeping close. The next was a light blue one that flew in a pattern of circles around the wand tip, the rings, and the other light, none of them ever touching. The next was a shiny silver one that didn't seem to know what pattern it wanted, but it never stopped moving. Next was a bronze colored one, it wasn't as vibrant as the others, but it made up for it in clarity. The red one moved in an angular pattern. The green seemed to just enjoy trying to keep up with its' friends. Orange had a lot of energy. Yellow and dark blue came in together and moved in tandem. Followed by dark purple which filled the empty space for a moment before being joined by a playful pink light. After every color had joined its note with the others and perfected it's pattern, the light and music began to intensify yet again. The song sounded like a full choir, and the light show was awe inspiring, the kaleidoscope of swirling color filled the little shop. It was so intense but yet there was obviously more to come, but before the spectacle could wind up any further, it seemed to flicker like it was losing reception. The light and volume began to fail. And several of the lights faded away. Leaving the two gold rings, the bronze one, and the silver one. Each sounding sad that their friends had gone. It looked like it was all going to fade out before the two rings seemed to glow with power. This seemed to energize the silver and bronze lights as they began flying frantically around the two rings. The rings began to slide down the wand stopping with one at either end of the handle. They shone brightly and sank into the wood before fading away and leaving a trench embedded in the wood. The lights took this cue to burn brightly as well and burrow their way from tip to tip on the wand, creating their own trenches, before shooting into the air and fading away to nothing.

The three occupants of the room stood there stunned at the scene they'd just witnessed. Several seconds passed in silence, before the aforementioned magical aura spell clicked over again, comically ill timed. Obviously Ollivander's showmanship hadn't accounted for whatever had happened.

"Oh my…" gasped McGonagall. Harry looked from the wand to Mr. Ollivander and began to turn.

"Mister Olli…" he was cut off.

"Freeze Harry!" he demanded. Harry did so. "Please…try to keep still for a moment." Harry froze and wondered what the big deal was, but the tone in the old wandmaker's voice left no room for argument. "I may be able to salvage that wand, but it can't sustain any more damage. Any at all. Not even the slightest scratch." Ollivander pulled his wand and pointed it at the wand in his hand. "Now, when you feel a pull, simply let go. Understand?" Harry nodded ever so slightly. Ollivander flicked his wand and harry felt the slightest of pulls on the wand. He loosened his grip and the wand slowly levitated itself out of his hand and into the air. Not taking his eyes off of the wand, Mr. Ollivander took a box out of a nearby drawer and placed it on the desk. He slowly lowered the damaged wand into the box where it seemed to stay levitating, not touching the sides or the bottom. He placed the lid on it and released the breath he had been holding. Harry was still frozen awkwardly in place. "You may move now Mr. Potter. I applaud your diligence though." He was so wrapped up in the tension he'd forgotten to move.

"What was that all about sir?" asked Harry.

"I'd like to hear the explanation to that as well." Said McGonagall.

"I wish I knew. I've never seen such a thing. All I know is that this wand has chosen you more strongly than any I have seen in all my days. By doing so, whatever that was has left it seriously damaged and it will take all my skill as a craftsman to salvage it. I'm sorry to say I don't know how long it will take or how much it would end up costing. If you would like to continue browsing for a different wand I will surely accommodate you."

"No sir. I would like that one. After you've repaired it of course. Do you suppose I can afford it Professor?" He asked her.

"Harry, even if you didn't have a vault full of gold to spend on it, which you do, I would make sure you would be leaving here with it. A wand is a wizards most valued possession, most cannot hope to do magic without one. I have never seen such a reaction Harry. You will have that wand, even if I have to buy it myself."

"You'd do that professor?"

"Of course. In the magical world, sometimes there are signs that nudge you in the right direction. What we just saw was less of a nudge and more of a punch in the nose. We'd be idiots to ignore it." She said standing up and gathering her things.

"Works for me. Mr. Ollivander?"

"If that is your wish I will begin work right away. I will owl you when it's done and we can settle up then." He opened the door to usher them out.

"Sounds fantastic. I look forward to it." Harry said as he and McGonagall said their goodbyes and walked out the door, which promptly clicked shut behind them and the sign flipped over to 'Closed.'

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After that fiasco, McGonagall decided it would probably be prudent to buy a trunk in order to store all the rest of Harry's supplies. The trunk store offered several fancy expensive options, but Harry finally decided on a variation of one of the less expensive ones. The base model had three separate compartments controlled by a dial near the latch. Each position on the dial changed what compartment was being accessed. It included an Undetectable Extension Charm for each compartment that provided near endless storage space, an overall Featherlight Charm to keep the weight manageable, and a runic locking mechanism keyed to a person's magic. Harry asked the salesman if a living space could be added to the trunk instead of storage, but apparently there was some sort of limitation on the changeable Extension Charm that prevented that. He explained that storing objects is one thing, but to store a living thing is quite another. Though, after prodding a bit, the salesman relented and said that he could probably add a small space to the trunk that a person could access, but Harry would have to trade the near unlimited storage space in the other two compartments for a much smaller capacity. After careful consideration, Harry accepted those limitations. After all, if he ran out of room, he could just buy another trunk. The only other option he added was a runic controlled shrinking charm for easy transportation. After a hefty bill for the custom trunk, and a sizeable tip for the salesman, and several minutes of waiting, they left the shop with a brand new trunk, ready to be filled with school supplies.

The rest of the shopping was relatively uneventful. They bought potions supplies from the apothecary, and promptly left as the smell of the place was giving them both a headache. Then Harry got fitted for his school robes at Madam Malkin's, where they ran across a haughty looking blonde man and his miniature clone, which Harry assumed was his son.

"Professor." Said the man with a sneer.

"Mr. Malfoy." Was McGonagall's curt reply as they passed each other in the doorway of the shop. No other words were exchanged, but Harry got the feeling that he wouldn't enjoy being in their company for very long, especially since McGonagall obviously didn't particularly find any joy in it.

Their next stop was Magical Menagerie the pet store. Harry had tried to talk McGonagall into letting him buy a broomstick at Quality Quidditch Supplies, but she insisted that he would be better off waiting till next year as first years weren't allowed to have them. She explained that it would just be torturous to have a brand new broom burning a hole in his trunk when he knows he couldn't fly it till next year. But the upside is that when he asked if he could get an owl she didn't put up much of a fight. They did have a small surprise waiting for them in the shop though. The young lady that was running the shop seemed to be expecting them. When asked why, she explained that Hagrid had stopped by on his way out of the Alley and said that he had forgotten to get Harry a birthday present and if Harry wanted a pet, he would be glad to pay for it. Harry tried to argue, but the shopkeeper wouldn't have it.

"He said you might try to get out of it, and he told me specifically not to let you. He told me to tell you, and I quote: Tell 'em tha all he has ter do to pay me back is to come visit and drink a cuppa' every now n' again." She said in her best Hagrid voice. At which they all had a laugh. After a bit Harry settled on a beautiful white Snowy Owl. He didn't know why, but he just felt like she just had to go home with him.

Last stop was Flourish and Blotts, the bookstore, the place harry had been waiting for. Upon entering, McGonagall immediately lost him as he darted between the aisles, periodically depositing stacks of books on the checkout counter. The shopkeeper finally caught ahold of him before he could pile any more on the clearly overloaded table.

"Oh, sorry, put them in here." Harry said as he un-shrunk his new trunk and opened it to the first compartment for him. " This should cover it." He said as he took his bag full of Galleons and poured nearly half of it into the gawking man's hands. "Let me know if I run out of credit." Said Harry.

"I, I, I daresay you won't have to worry about that anytime soon." Said the man as he struggled to count it all. McGonagall tried to object to Harry spending that much on books, but he was already gone, so she gave up. After all, it's his money.

"Is he by chance related to that other girl you brought shopping earlier this summer Professor?" laughed the man as he struggled to put all the money in the cash register. She half- laughed.

"You would think so. Both Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger seem to be cut from the same cloth when it comes to books don't they?"

"Potter? Like Harry Potter?" McGonagall nodded. " Well in that case I shall give him a discount. Not that he needs it mind you. He now has enough store credit to cover both of them for years to come." Said the man as he started to stack all the books in the open trunk.

McGonagall only caught a few of the titles as the shopkeeper quickly made note of his now vastly depleted inventory before putting them away. Most of them had the words "Advanced" and "Theory" in the title, and some didn't even seem to be in English. She merely shook her head. Filius was sure to enjoy these two students for the years to come.

Eventually all the books were loaded into the trunk, which was re-shrunk and returned to Harry's pocket. The shopkeeper presented him with his ridiculously long receipt which stated he still had a small fortune in store credit. He merely shrugged. He'd use it eventually. Next was Fortescue's for a light lunch and some ice-cream, then a quick stop back at the Cauldron to drop off a snoozing Hedwig and his other purchases, then back to Gringotts for their private meeting.

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"Next." Said the teller. McGonagall stepped up to the desk.

"Yes I believe we were scheduled for a private meeting at 1 o'clock." She stated. The goblin looked up from his work and made note of who they were.

"Yes. I see. One moment, and I will escort you there immediately." He said a little more civilly before turning and saying something in Gobbledegook to the teller next to him and then making his way around the counter to them. "Follow me please." He said as he turned and led them to some large obsidian doors in the back of the lobby. The guards that stood on either side of it lowered their pointy weapons and the doors opened themselves as they approached. Harry noticed as they passed the guards had seemingly abandoned their post as the doors were closing and were now flanking their little group keeping pace with them. After several turns and twists and flights of large ornate staircases. They made their way to what must be the biggest office in the entire building. It too had armed guards standing on either side of it. The plaque on the door said simply said: "Ragnok, Director."

"One moment please." Said the teller who had escorted them here. Before he opened the doors just long enough to slip through before closing them behind him. Leaving the two of them standing there with their escorts now just behind them on either side and the two guards either side of the door. McGonagall simply stared straight ahead at the door, not daring to take her eyes off of it. But Harry was busy looking around trying to take in as much of this experience as he could. As he looked around he noticed the escort on his side was eyeing him curiously he met the goblin's eyes for a moment before giving him a nod. The goblin narrowed his eyes for a moment before inclining his own head ever so slightly as if he hadn't been expecting him to do that. Harry simply returned to looking around before noticing that the escort on the other side of them was also watching him. He repeated his earlier actions and earned himself a more pronounced acknowledgement than before, then returned to his observations. What he missed was how the two escorts then turned to look at each other for a moment before they turned back towards the front with the slightest of smirks.

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Author's Note

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Well I guess that's a good place to stop this one. I'm not real sure yet as to what will happen here. The next part will probably set the tone for the rest of the story, so I have to be careful with it. This is also the first chapter I finished after putting the story on temporary Hiatus. I've gotten a rough timeline written down, but it will probably change.

I really enjoyed writing Ollivander. I had a whole other scene written for the whole wand thing, but I decided it was trash, so it got scrapped.

I could have spent more time on the shopping, but I really want to get into the story. Hopefully I can get the senshi in there in a few chapters. We'll see. I'm hoping that once I get to hogwarts I can do all of year 1 in a single chapter. Maybe two. I dunno. (Note from the future during editing: That didn't exactly pan out. Lol)

I really like fics where harry gets fun stuff at the beginning, like a million compartment trunk with a full apartment and what not, but I didn't want to do that. I figure if you can get a fully furnished mansion that fits inside of a trunk which you can put in your pocket…why does anyone even bother with a house?

Also, I have reviewed and re-uploaded chapters 1-6 to account for grammar errors and formatting mistakes. As you probably noticed, my leading quotation marks were missing for most of the dialogue. This is why: when you begin a line with a quotation, MSWord will not auto-capitalize the first letter of the sentence. So stupid me decided to leave them off because I'm lazy, and put them in later. Later never really came. A reviewer pointed it out to me, and I found that I had already fixed the problem on my thumb drive where I store all my writing, but hadn't actually uploaded it yet. So. There we go. Problem solved.

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