A few weeks had passed since Harry and Petunia moved in with the Weasleys. Harry was currently sitting in the back room of Ollivander's, spending time arranging woods again. He spent every day trying to get them in the right order, one row of regular wand wood and one of ancient wand wood in the same order. Each time before he always confused the woods based on color and grain.

Harry moved the last one in position and suddenly Runes on the table lit up and Mr. Ollivander leaned into the room. "Seems you've finally gotten it Harry. Well done, quite faster than most. I suppose we move on to the next steps yes?" Harry nodded. "Harry, reach out with your magic and feel the woods in this room. Don't worry it is perfectly safe."

Harry did as he was asked and closed his eyes, reaching out with his magic he could feel the different properties of the woods in the room. He could feel each individual piece around him, its grain, age, and feel. He could see in his mind as some of the wood floated not from the table in front of him but the shelves all around the room that were filled with each of the woods in front of him, each with their own feelings. He could tell that the woods themselves were slightly intelligent.

The woods around him reached out to him more than he reached out to them. As Harry pushed his magic out more and more a strange sense of distance attached itself to a new wood he hadn't known. He latched on to it and traced it through his magic an image of a large store front floated in his mind. A sign he could barely make out read, 'Wands and Staves, Personal Craft for Every Customer, 17 Knockturn Alley.' Harry pulled more on the wood and found that he couldn't even place its characteristics with the rest of the woods he had worked with. He started pulling his magic back in and opened his eyes.

In front of him sat new woods than the ones he had been working with before, though these floated nearly an inch off the table. He recognized them from his studies as he watched the wooden blocks dance around each other. The first Harry noted was Acadia, a relatively multi colored wood, hard to match with a witch or wizard. Generally, the wood refuses to produce any kind of magic for anyone other than its owner.

Next was Hornbeam, even floating in front of him Harry noted a slight shift and change across the wood as it read and felt his magic. Hornbeam was known to adapt very rapidly to its owner's specific style of magic, often rendering it useless to anyone else. The wood also tends to learn it's master's code of honor and will resist, even to them, to preform magic against that code. Next to the Hornbeam floated a block of Aspen. According to the books Ollivander loaned Harry it lent itself particularly well to those destined to be Master Duelists and also pushed forth fascinating and wonderful charmwork with ease.

On the far side of the Aspen floated a rod of Cedar wood, the most loyal wood of those in the shop. Cedar usually pointed to witches and wizards not of power but of loyalty, those who would die before betraying their loved ones and those who would do anything to protect them. The last wood that floated in the room was of Ash. This wood mustn't be passed from one person to another as it will lose power and skill if used by any other than it's chosen. Mostly seen in the most courageous duelist.

Harry wanted to start working on his staff but felt as though a wood was missing, a key part of what would one day be his magical focus. He reached once more out to the last piece of wood and felt it calling to him from that shop. He turned to Ollivander. "Mr. Ollivander, where can I find Knockturn Alley?"

"Why would you want to go there my boy? There is nothing there but darkness."

"I can feel a specific Wood calling me from a shop there, I could see the store front, something about custom wands and staves. I wouldn't feel right combining all of these till I had all of my woods."

The old man sighed loudly. "Grab your cloak, bring out the Slytherin Ring, it will help. I will take you to the shop you wish to see." He spun on his heel and grabbed his own jacket from the rack by the door. He stood and waited till Harry had put on his cloak and threw up the hood, the Ring that showed up a mere two days ago at Gringotts slowly appeared on his hand. The two left, Ollivander locking the door behind them with a slight wave of his hand.

They walked some short ways to a small offset alleyway that appeared to lead nowhere, but when they got to the back of it Harry noticed that another section branched off and they passed a sign that read, 'Welcome Brave and Lost Souls to Knockturn Alley.' They passed many dark shops, windows that were blacked out, witches that looked as though they would eat them, and even the odd wizard who did indeed seem a lost soul as they ran out of the Alley.

It seemed to be quite a long walk past all of these people before the tall man leading Harry stopped in front of the only bright building in the Alley, the one that Harry had seen. The man turned to Harry and looked down at him menacingly. "Once we enter, I cannot help you. Do not ASK, demand what you want. Pay for it. Leave. Do NOT go anywhere with Sirg, ever. Make sure he sees the Ring, do not let yourself be fooled by anything he says. Negotiate all you want but make certain he knows you are indeed Lord Slytherin and you mean business. If you fail to do any of these things, then I cannot help what happens. Do you understand?"

Harry nodded under the hood and said a simple yes. They turned and walked into the shop. It seemed to be a vibrant place, no one there but it also did not have the shelves full of boxes that Ollivander's shop had. Instead it was a simple open room with Wand Wood on one side, floor to ceiling, and Wand Cores on the other, strange ones Harry had not seen before even in the clear glass containers. A man much younger than Ollivander appeared behind them the same way Ollivander himself did in his shop, though this one put a wand to the back of each's neck.

'That must be a Wandmaker trick, have to ask Ollivander about that later' Harry thought as the man spoke.

"Ollivander. Here to steal customers again old man? What is it gonna be today? 'His wands use dark cores?' 'He isn't even a trained Wand Maker?' And who is it you brought with you?" The man pushed Ollivander deeper into the room and came around looking at Harry, trying to catch a glimpse under his enchanted hood.

"Sirg. This is Lord Slytherin." The man whipped his head towards the man he hated. "He requested an escort here as you seem to have something he wants." Ollivander nearly spat the word 'requested' making it sound as though he was threatened into coming here.

"Lord Slytherin? Really? You expect me to…"

The man never finished as Harry quickly grabbed his shirt collar and thrust his Ring into the man's face. "Do not doubt me Mr. Sirg. I do not take well to being denied."

This elicited a minor squeak from the man who nearly questioned the Lord of Snakes, but merely brought a raised eyebrow to Ollivander's face as he was not expecting the change of voice. "I am sorry Lord Slytherin. I told you he could not help you. Come. Please, I can get you anything you need in MY shop." Ollivander spoke with conviction as though he truly felt that Harry need not be here.

"No. No, milord, I will do anything for the Lord of House Slytherin. I have many more options here than Ollivander has had in a century."

Even as the man spoke he cowered more and more as he felt Harry release his magic, a slight aura appearing around his small frame. Suddenly, three objects flew from the shelves in the room, two from the Cores side and one from the Woods. Floating in between each of the men were a strange looking wood, a pure silver hair, and what seemed to be a ball of webbing. The three items floated to a table that sat in the middle of the room as Harry pushed the man he was holding and walked towards them.

"What are these?" Harry said, pointing to them.

The man scurried to the table with a small notepad he had summoned from somewhere. "The wood is… Whomping Willow Wood, a fallen branch from the only tree in the U.K. the one at Hogwarts. The only known branch of Whomping Willow to be usable as a Wand Wood. I have no idea what it will do for you, though I don't recommend touching it for long as it seems to still want to hit things occasionally. The two other items are… A Veela Hair, and the web of an Acromantula, who interestingly was also found on the ground of Hogwarts."

"And their properties?"

"The Acromantula web is known to make binding spells more powerful, no matter the power of the user, and sometimes makes spells 'stick', also good for a particularly interesting path of magic not taught anywhere and no I will not disclose that information as by law I cannot. The Veela Hair, I couldn't tell you what it does."

The older man spoke up, "Veela Hair, when given willingly, make a slightly tempermental wand, it occasionally will act of its own accord and will be useful particularly in a situation where you absolutely need it. Usually, from what I know of them, they only bond with Veela themselves, mostly those who are related to the donor. That one chose you is rather curious."

"I know all of that Ollivander. But I still cannot tell you what will happen with it." The man looked back at Harry, particularly his ring.

"So it is a stolen Hair then," Harry said, earning a nod from the young man. "From who?"

"I am not sure, I don't gather the Hairs myself, I occasionally get some in shipments."

Harry nodded slowly before turning his attention from the objects in front of them. "1000 Galleons."

"I'm sorry?" came the wavering voice of the man.

"1000 Galleons."

"Those items only cost 214 Galleons, the actual combining of them is another 6, bringing you to 220 Galleons." The man stammered.

"Oh, you misunderstand. I am TAKING the items. I am paying you 1000 for silence that I even exist. If I hear even a whisper about the return of a Founder's Heir I will personally come here with a small Whomping Willow to repay your kindness." With that Harry grabbed the items, dropping a large bag on the counter and turned on his heel, leaving the store.

Ollivander quickly followed him and after just getting around the corner burst out laughing. "I have never seen him so scared. That was well done Harry, well done indeed. How did you change your voice though, it was very ominous coming from under that hood?"

Slowly he turned to the older man, his face still hidden behind the enchanted hood. "You think I am funny old man?" He said in the same chilling voice, slowly raising his hand as though there was truly a wand within it, pointing it at the man. "Because I think I am hilarious." He cleared his throat. "A simple change in vocal passages, seems when you unlocked my magic I gained a few more talents. You should have seen your face when I pointed my hand at you, you looked like you thought I was really going to hurt you. Come on, let's head back, I am sure Mrs. Weasley will be worried."

Harry was proven right as they came around the corner to see a very frustrated Molly pounding on the door to Ollivander's in which hung a Closed sign, screaming for the two of them. Next to her was a worried looking Ginny, though Harry couldn't tell if it was for him or for the looks her mum was attracting. The small girl looked up and saw Harry coming, tugging on her mum's skirt she pointed to him before running up to him herself. When she plowed into a hug she knocked his hood back, causing Ollivander to chuckle.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING CLOSING THE STORE LIKE THAT?! AND WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU DOING IN KNOCKTURN ALLEY?! YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO OLLIVANDER." Molly screamed, dragging the old man to the door of the shop and motioning for him to unlock it.

Once they were inside Harry could hear the two going back and forth about what happened. He wrapped an arm lazily around Ginny and led her to the door. As soon as they crossed the threshold though a flash of lightning and a burst of flame appeared in front of them. Ginny and Harry took small steps back as they gazed upon the creatures in front of them. A gigantic yellow bird with feathers seemingly made of electricity floated behind a smaller bird that Harry recognized.

"Fawkes?" A happy trill sounded from the bird before a voice sounded in the heads of both children.

'Yes Harry. And this is my mate, though she remains nameless as she is not bound. We have come to deliver something to the two of you.' The birds each pulled a feather from each other and presented them to the pair. 'Harry, that is a feather from me to use in your Staff. Sadly, it is the same feather, though regrown, as the one in the Wand that killed your parents. Please, do not dismiss it outright for the actions of its brother, I gift that feather to you in hopes that you redeem it and its brother's names. Miss Ginevra Weasley, that is a feather from my mate, she gives it to you in an effort to assist in the same goal as Harry. As we are mated so will be your Wand to his Staff, meaning that you will each be able to use each other's magical focus with ease, do not mistake this Harry, you will still have to control your power for fear of burning out her Wand but you will need to do so less than if it were anyone else's. We leave you to your wonderings and adventure's Mr. Potter, Miss Weasley.'

Just as suddenly as they appeared, they left. The two adults stared in shock at the two children. Ollivander recovered first. "Miss Weasley, we should contain that before it gains its more fun magic." He pulled a very strange looking glass box out, it seemed to have runes inside the glass all around it, though if you weren't looking you would barely notice anything there. The young girl set the now faded feather in the box and just as the box closed, it lit up bright, sparks flying in every direction around it. "That is a Thunderbird feather, none have been used in England in nearly three centuries. Though they are mostly an American bird. And Harry, was that Fawkes?" at the boy's nod he continued, "He left two feathers here once, the second wand is on the shelf right over…" As he pointed the feather started glowing in Harry's hand and three shelves over an explosion occurred, knocking all the wands to the floor. "There… well it seems he no longer cares to have that wand sold. Did he happen to tell you which wand…"

"He said it was the same feather as the one who killed my parents."

The elderly man nodded, "I thought as much. Seems fate has rewarded you both greatly. That core will make an excellent addition to your collection Harry. Please, use it carefully."

He nodded before speaking again, "Can I leave these here?" he hefted what he was carrying. "In the Workroom perhaps?"

Ollivander nodded and allowed the youngster access to the room. It took him only a minute to set his things on the table and come back. "Thank you for your help today Mr. Ollivander. I will come back tomorrow to get started on the Staff." He bowed to the older man before shaking his hand.

Ollivander pulled him in close and whispered in his ear. "Why don't you bring the young Miss Weasley tomorrow? I may need her help with a few things, provided it is alright with her mother." Harry stepped back and nodded with a large grin on his face. He left with Mrs. Weasley in the lead, he and Ginny trailing slightly chatting away about the events of each's day.