A/N:Okay this the final final part of the Diagon Alley sequence.

Disclaimer: Running out of fun ways to say I don't own Harry Potter, though the Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal is great fun so if you get a chance you should go.

The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside.

Looking around at all the shelves stacked with what looked like shoe boxes Harry felt like the very air was charged with magic. He almost expected his hair to start frizzing. "Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Harry completely unprepared jumped about a foot in the air and screamed dropping his owl's cage in the process, which caused her to flare her wings as she hooted somewhat indignantly.

An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop. Kneeling on the floor he quickly righted her cage and soothed her as best as he could. McGonagall looked disapprovingly at the old man. "Honestly, Ollivander was that really necessary? Look at what you did you scared the poor child out of his wits."

The man now identified as Ollivander chuckled sheepishly and said, "My apologies Minerva it was not my intention to startled Mr. Potter" holding up his hands in a gesture for peace. Turing to the child on the floor he said "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter."

Harry stood as quickly as he could without knocking over the cage again. Peering closely at the old man now Ollivander he said "How did you know that? Are you some kind of Seer or something?"

Seemingly delighted he said "Or something" with an air of 'I know something you don't know'

Continuing he said "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work." While Harry still thought Ollivander was a creepy old bastard he focused instead on the tidbit about his mom, willow wand he would go look up the meaning later.

"Your father on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it – it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course." "Now then follow me Mr. Potter and we'll get you fitted.

Okay parental information aside this guy is totally creepy. Looking to his professor for help he found none, she simply waved him on to follow the old man. Leaving his owl with the Professor he followed Ollivander to the shelves of wands. {Ollivander does the whole creepy You- Know- Who's wand thing.}

After asking him which hand he used Ollivander set up a tape measure it took him a while to realize that the tape measure was moving on its own and was measuring the space of his ears. Snapping his fingers Ollivander recalled the odd little thing and brought with him a stack of boxes. {If you guys really want to know all the trials Harry went through looking for his wand go ahead and reread the book, re-watch the movie or find another fanfic because I can't be bothered.}

Finally it came down to two wands, one holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple the other sycamore and dragon heartstring, thirteen inches, surprisingly swishy. Both gave him a warm rush of magic and produced sparks, the difference, the holly wand made red and gold sparks the sycamore wand gave pure white sparks.

"Well, well quite the quandary we are eh Mr. Potter?" Ollivander said quite happy with this latest conundrum. He had told Albus there was a chance that the holly wand would not be the only one to react to the Potter boy but did he listen, no he did not. Looking at the boy he said "Well Mr. Potter do you have a preference.

Looking at the wands Harry said "I think the sycamore wand is best sir." He had never heard of someone being chosen or having two wands. Nodding seemingly to himself the old man said "The only way to decide is to cast a spell; we shall use a first year spell. Do not worry Mr. Potter if nothing happens. Now, the incantation is Wingardium Leviosa. Are you ready?"

Picking up the holly wand first he points it at the quill set in front of him. Taking a breath he pronounces Wingardium Leviosa, quill lifts a few inches into the air wobbles then drops. Picking up the sycamore wand and says the spell again this time the feather stays in the air until he guides it down.

Smiling Ollivander says "That settles it enjoy your wand Mr. Potter that will be 7 galleons. I would recommend a wand servicing kit and a holster as well. They are on that shelf over there." Gathering the recommend materials Harry paid for them all 7 galleons and 19 sickles.

Leaving the shop he tucked the wand into the arm holster after enlisting the Professor's help in putting it on. After practicing flicking it out into his hand a couple times he re sheathed it. "Lunch time now right Professor?" he asked. Carrying his owl for him she said "Indeed Mr. Potter, shall we try some food in Muggle London?"

Harry followed his Professor out of the Alley they passed Tom again and exchanged goodbyes. They had lunch at a small bistro; surprisingly no one looked twice at his owl. Whispering Harry asked "Professor why does no one seem surprised that you are carrying an owl?" Winking at him she said "I cast an illusion charm, to the muggles it appears to be a hand bag. Now are you done?"

Harry quickly finished his sandwich then went to the restroom, when he came back the Professor had already paid the bill. Following her into an alley he braced himself for the unpleasant feeling of side-along apparition. Just before the professor grabbed his arm he stopped her. "Wait what about my owl will she be okay?" McGonagall blinked at him then said "That is right," unlocking the cage she handed the owl to him, "tell her your address and she will meet us there."

Petting her chest feathers gently he said clearly "I live at number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging Surrey. Just wait in a tree outside okay I have to clear your stay with my aunt first." With that she launched off his arm and into the sky disappearing among the clouds. Turning back to the professor he allowed himself to be pulled into a hug. And away they went being squeezed through a tube, it wasn't any better the second time.

A/N: Okay done, sorry once I started I just couldn't stop. See you in a week or more.

Edit 3/6/15: Added the disclaimer. Minor changes no worries.