Meet the Dark Side

Raventree Hall

Late morning, 19 September, 1990

There are moments in your life that stand the chance of completely changing you. The Death of Hermione's father which broke her Occlumency, the moment when Ariana's death led Albus to the Light, the second when Jon threw caution to the wind and jumped in after the drowning Wolf pup, or even when James heard of his father's death and decided to enter the war.

For Harry, this moment came in the form an unsolvable puzzle.

As soon as he saw the Aurora Sinistra enter through the Floo, he promised to himself that come hell or high water, Harry Potter would fuck Aurora Sinistra during his Hogwarts years.

She was dressed in a sparkling purple form fitting jumpsuit, which, though it covered her dark body well, easily gave away the lack of undergarments. She wore heavy make-up that still looked quite natural on her, with her hoop earrings, dark lipstick and her waist holstered wand.

Those long eyelashes, that gorgeous body, with those huge dark breasts, that shapely ass, those plump lips, that long dark curly hair, those black eyes, that choclate coloured skin...

And most of all, the forbidden sex of a student with his professor.

And so Harry asked his smart side what the best plan for seducing her would be. And then, ALL of Harry's analytical mind returned a SYSTEM ERROR.

For all of Harry's knowledge from quarterly week-long conversations with strippers and whores, natural good looks, his likable insanity and even more likable charm, she was still way out of his league. He could easily convince her to follow him to war, forgive him detention, even make her lightly attracted to him.

But sex or even making out? With a 10 year old? As a professor? Impossible.

He, like countless other males and some females before him could only gaze at her and drink in her Perfection. Even Sirius Black would be hard pressed to convince this model of sexuality to do it with him.

So at this crucial moment, he decided he was going to become worthy of her, to become worthy of her, to become dark and sexy enough that she'd willingly come to him and have sex.

Harry's magic was faced with an insurmountable problem. It couldn't compute a solution for it. So it, being used to obeying its owner's will, mutated.

And in addition to its chaotic deductive genius, his mind also began recalling all the data he'd collected on influencing females over the years, forming a collective Incubus.

And his Passive Legilimency began developing its own internal features, beginning the evolution of his calming powers for the first time.

In and of itself, it was an insignificant change. The events of the day, however, would change Harry's life forever.

He saw that Alexa was already running towards that beautiful lady and a small part of Harry's brain was screaming, "Mine," when she snatched the letter from the hands of that veritable sex goddess, which the small still functional part of Harry's brain identified as her Hogwarts letter.

"You're wasting your time, Harry. Stop gawking at once. You don't have a chance with her. Besides, it's been 15 seconds," Jon said in a whisper, surprising Harry with his inner willpower, to resist the forbidden fruit the professor was.

'Or maybe he's given up.'

Harry took a moment to analyse the data he'd observed on Aurora.

[ Sleepy (tired eyes); Single, Beautiful and likes the attention it gets her, Impressed and slightly intimidated by the Hall, 20 to 22, teacher for 3-4 years, No evident pets, Star lover? Astronomy teacher! Carefree attitude.

Wait are those... piercings! Nipple Piercings!? ]

"She's hot and forbidden mate and she teaches Astronomy. I basically live under the stars. Besides I'm just readying myself for another challenge."

"Whatever." Then out loud he said, "Welcome Professor Sinistra. You've already met Ms Allesandra Watson. I am Jon Polaris Black, Lord Black and this is Harry James Potter, Heir Potter."

Harry continued, smiling a bit as the two approached Alexa from her left and right, "We'd have loved to invite you to spend some time at the Hall, Professor, but we have no way of verifying your identity and we don't want to shed blood in our home if we can help it."

They were all standing in front of the Floo now. Alexa, now stood between the two boys, both looking up at Aurora, while she read her letter.

Aurora, if shocked by his blunt statement (and she was, Harry always knew), did her best to not show it.

She smiled a bit as if humouring Harry, looked at him and said, "Good morning Lord Black, Heir Potter. I am curious, however, on how you plan to take me down? I was, humbly, no slouch at DADA to lose to three kids who've yet to enter school."

[ And arrogant too but not too much. Likes to challenge others. And if I'm correct, likes to lose...]

Alexa looked up from her letter. "You shouldn't have said that."

"Why not, Ms Watson?"

"Kill him, Professor," Jon demanded.

"What do you-"

"What Jon means to say, Aurora, is that I'm currently in possession of a stick of wood. And if any of us desired, you'd be dead before you could blink, unarmed and unable to defend yourself as you are."

And Harry smiled to himself as he saw that astonished expression on her face on seeing him hold up her wand between his two index fingers. As she held out her hand for her wand and Harry handed it to her, pointed end first...

...And saw her try and fail to hide a shiver of excitement when the tips of their fingers connected. Her cheeks flushed.

'Whatever was I thinking?I give it till summer of 1992 at maximum restraint.'

Alexa had gone suprisingly silent all of a sudden as Harry saw out of the corner of his eyes. He saw Aurora subconsciously lick her lips, holding her wand tightly. Harry thought they looked better Wet.

So it came as no surprise that Jon was the one who broke this moment, "Well let's go to the Leaky Cauldron then, Professor."

Aurora looked away. Alexa nodded in agreement.

The moment had passed and they all flooed away.


HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Magical Britain and its colonies- Ireland, France, Germany, Italy.

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin (First Class), Chief Warlock, WZT, Supreme Mugwump, ICW)

Ms Allesandra Francesca Watson,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.Term begins on September 1st, 1991. We await your owl by no later than July 31st, 1991.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress.


The bar that is known as The Leaky Cauldron looked the same to Harry. With Hedwig on his shoulder, alert and ready to attack at any sign of aggression, Harry noted the bar was lively as ever.

The walkway to the Alley was open too. It was Saturday and and there were many hundred customers having late breakfast. Alexa had for some reason rushed through the Floo first, followed almost immediately by Aurora, then by an amused Jon and finally Harry.

"Harry, Jon, Allesandra, do you mind if I have a late breakfast at the Cauldron? Most Astronomy classes are at night you see."

"Of course you may, Professor." Harry replied calmly.

Aurora nodded and hurried away, absently calling for The Usual and hurried over to a table quite far from the path to Diagon.

Jon, meanwhile, was staring at Harry. It was he who spoke, though the topic surprised Harry, "Your Eyes were glowing. Glowing ocean blue for Elemental control and calming and glowing green for..."

"For..."

"Well I don't know but that sure appeared to be sexual tension. Maybe a show of power or something? You may have a tiny chance, after all."

Alexa listened to this and nodded. "Besides pointed end first to a professor? You do know that's a show of supremacy, Don't you?"

"Huh?"

"You do read your father's letters on Magical traditions, don't you?"

"I don't know what came over me."

Jon commented, "Don't worry. None of us have known what comes over you for years."

"Are you Harry Potter?" A girl had suddenly approached them. She was a redhead younger than him, bouncing on her feet, her eyes darting to Jon and Alexa.

Harry absently nodded. He was trying to paint her mind.

[ Exited to be out of home. Energetic but shy. Admires me? Hates dogs and the restrictions placed by her mother but trusts mother a lot. Loud, obnoxious... Weasley Hair. Fuck. fuck. fuck. That's Ginny Weasley. ]

"Mum I found HARRY POTTER."

Her mother was on the other side of the Bar. Harry, Jon and Alexa had been moving towards Aurora's table when she shouted this to the Cauldron. Harry didn't find out if the mother got the message but the more than 500 people in the Restaurant surely did. Then the brat ran off to find her mother.

And the whispers began. Hedwig flew up, dove down and flamed away. And Harry ducked behind his friends, who tried their best to cover him as a crowd of people rushed towards their location.

And Harry dug out his Russian Invisibility Cloak and covered himself.

"Harry Potter?" "The squib?"

"He's magic, you fool, declared 6 years ago."

"Yes, has his own phoenix too."

"Where is he?" "Sacrificed his magic an' got it back."

"Potter." "Potter." "Potter."

"Some say he's the real savior."

"Potter." "Where is he?"

"Do you see him?"

"Mum, I want my own Harry Potter to marry too."

"Did she point there?"

Harry saw people pointing and gesturing and looking about for them.

"Kill her when you next see her Jon," Alexa sounded angry at the young dreamy blonde who wanted her own Harry, "and that Red screaming brat too."

Harry shouted, pointing towards the doorway to London, "He's leaving the Cauldron Muggle side. Someone CATCH him."

Nobody said Magicals were smart. Many people in the Cauldron rushed towards the Non magical exit in seconds while Harry, Jon and Alexa rushed towards the exit to the Alley.

As he was rushing, Harry saw a stampede was about to take place. That of course wasn't enough for Harry. So, he put his hand into his bag and bent down to fling a smoke bomb at the crowd of people to increase the chances of chaos and hinder movement.

To cover his trail, he shouted obscenities at four people he found looked the dumbest. Three of them attacked the nearest person in their vicinity.

Alexa was Harry's friend so she picked the nearest plate of food and threw it into the crowd.

Jon was laughing and called for Chilled Butterbeer1 only to fling it into the crowd. Thrice.

And someone used their wand to blow away the smoke... right into the face of someone else who then cursed the first... but accidentally hit a third. And the third blasted the second into the air and then into the moving crowd. Harry really didn't know what the fuck went through third's mind.

Thus started the first Free-for-all Duel/Food fight in the Cauldron since the the Battle of the Leaky Cauldron (War for Britain, April, 1979). No one remembered Harry Potter anymore.

In the pandemonium, the three rushed out and Harry crossed the wall that marked the beginning of the Alley.

All three were chuckling and out of their breaths. Someone had thrown Butterbeer4or 5 in their direction and they were half wet, their hair wind ruffled. And in Harry's opinion, they never looked better.

"Smoke Grenade? Really?" Alexa said between half laughs, half giggles.

"Yup. Always keep five with me."

Perry Hatter was an International Nuisance. Whenever he stole something the police generally puzzled for a day or two before giving up.

"You do know that it took you just half a public interaction to cause a Food fight between about 600 people."

They walked towards the nearest narrow alley and Harry threw off the cloak.

Hedwig instantaneously appeared in white flames and took her place on his right shoulder.

"Don't play smart, Lord Black. I just started the duels. The Food fight was all you two."

"Yes because you can't harm your perfect hair."

Jon laughed, "Alexa, you spend an hour or so braiding yours."

Alexa was once a ponytail girl. Then when her hair grew till her hips, she began to use the Fishtail braid. Harry didn't completely get it but it took her about 20-25 minutes to make.

She did look prettier though.

Anyway, Harry walked out and saw his first view of Diagon Alley.

The commercial centre of the Magical World, it was more than a mile long of paved street, about 60 feet wide, with shops on either side, some narrow unused Alleys and the side streets leading off to the residential sections. Thousands of people were bustling about, selling, buying, seeing the sights or strolling through.

Harry also felt that same feeling of overwhelming sentient magic he'd felt when he landed as Draco Malfoy into the Gringotts lobby or even the Leaky Cauldron This was what the Mist hid.

He was staring at the shops selling Quills, Quidditch supplies, Joke shops and there was Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, Flourish and Blotts 200 feet away. He saw Madame Malkin's, Twilfitt and Tatting's and Gladrags.

He saw the huge Grocery shop, frequented by elves and the middle class, the small watch shops, wine shops and there was the other bar, Moonstones. He saw travel agencies, weapons shops, shops selling used books and the pet shop, Magical Menagerie. There was the Bell's Place, fast food sellers, Potage's Cauldron Shop, the Grace Apothecary, selling all kinds of weird potion indegrients.

Across the street was the Prophet House, an Owl Emporium, a small blade shop, an Enchanting House, Photo Studio and even Ollivander's Wand Shop. They walked past them all to reach Gringotts, the marble building located at the end of the Alley.

And Harry took out the Bucket. It was time to visit Gringotts. The Goblins gaurding the doors bowed to him. When Harry had won the Malfoy case, he'd also stopped the breakout of a Wizard's War with Goblins.

Gringotts maintained that Excalibur was unstolen. Harry was declared an ally of both Goblins and wizards and graciously told that he had the Goblin Hospitality, should he care to use it. The Bucket was declared a symbol of Wizard-Goblin unity.

He almost burst out laughing at reading the poem. He'd found more than treasure alright. Gringotts had actually paid him 1% of the compensation (and another 1% to Alexa) Malfoy paid the Goblins after the Directors of the bank especially enjoyed the balding.

All three of them were also declared to be honary members of the Gringotts board, whose suggestions may be considered in drafting new policies.

They had been rewarded for stealing the treasure.

Most Goblins nodded to Jon, Alexa and him when they passed. Jon went to the teller, bypassing all the lines and asked, "Master Goblin, please withdraw 1500 Galleons from the Black vault, and 100 each from my friends'."

The Goblin smiled a scary smile and nodded. If you wanted, you could ask Goblins to withdraw your gold. Most families didn't trust them however. They left in minutes because Goblins gave free service to their friends.

"Why isn't Professor Sinistra joining us Harry?" Jon suddenly asked, suspicious.

"Remember when I returned her wand to her?"

"Yeeah..."

Harry dug his hands into his bag and pulled out a wand, Aurors's wand. Hedwig

"I didn't."

"What?" Alexa exclaimed. They were now walking to Madame Malkin's.

"I just stole it back seconds after returning it. She was too lost in my eyes to notice."

"Remember when I said you may have a chance with her Harry?" Jon said conversationally.

"Yes."

"Well she's going to kill you before she sleeps with you."

Harry's face suddenly displayed an inner wisdom far beyond his years.

"Jon, there is almost no sex better than consensual Hate Sex. Oh the passions a rage fuels."

Alexa must not have agreed with him as she kicked his shin hard.


Madame Malkin's had been a clothing establishment founded by her grandmother about 150 years ago. In Wizarding Britain, only those businesses already well established or having a lot of potential could open shops in Diagon Alley.

It had taken Gran 18 years to be considered and another three to be approved. At present, she was the Madame Malkin at the ripe age of 52, selling All-purpose robes Hogwarts uniforms and Dresses for balls and such.

Occasionally, once every decade, a odd customer would surprise her. Such as the three children standing before her.

Alexa Watson, the girl standing between the boys stared pointedly at her.

"Three set of Black robes it says."

"I can get you the Egyptian cotton shirts and trousers and skirts for I can't believe I'm saying this, Alexa Watson, Harry Potter and Lord Black, and the, again unbelievable, Spidersilk Shirts, trousers and ties for all three of you and the dragonhide leather overcoats you want..."

"...Thank you."

"You must, however, tell me how you got these."

Harry Potter answered her. She tried her best to not giggle like a fangirl.

He had the famed thin Ring Of Fire on his right index finger, a thin red band of crystal made of crystallized phoenix tears. Given to Potter Heirs on their tenth birthdays.

"Um... We got the dragonhide when we killed that Australian ganglord for fairy smuggling, the Spidersilk from The Forbidden Palace in China, from the Empress's closet and the Egyptian cotton from that cloth shop in non magical London. What's its name Jon?"

"The Kingsman." Harry Potter was friends with a Black of Storm Grey!

"Yes, that."

Pause.

"You could just have said its confidential, Heir Potter. I would understand."

Alexa Watson shrugged, "Knew you wouldn't believe us."

"We'll collect on July 31st Madame." Jon Black said.

They left as if the materials left behind weren't costier than her decade's income.


"Hogwarts is cool. Allowing us to wear leather jackets."

Alexa replied, "Wizards are foolish. They forget skirt length regulation, the word mandatory, and only mention colour of robes."

Besides Alexa would've cried if Jon Black, the boy born to wear leather didn't get to wear it. Leather fur coats would look even better on him. She knew Harry would only wear cotton but she herself liked Silk best.


They were in the trunk shop.

"Surely Lord Black and Harry Potter can do better?"

"No. One level 15 Closet trunk, please."

"Only for Ms Watson then. If you're sure?"

Jon was getting irritated. He had a diamond trunk in the vault at Raventree, another trunk named The Trunk of Blacks which was said to be protected against neclear explosives in the middle of Fiendfire. He also had two Black Trunks(TM).

However, Harry had pointed out and Jon had agreed that Harry could use his sling bag with no need of a trunk, Jon could use his Father's Black Trunk(TM) and Alexa could use an enchanted closet trunk. She had ten times the luggage than Jon in her books and dresses.

This salesman was adamant to sell him something and Jon was adamant to kindly refuse him.

Now, however, it was getting monotonous. "I'll burn your shop to the ground if you try your 36th Sales pitch and then challenge you to an Honour Duel with Harry Potter as my champion."

They had left with Alexa's Trunk in a minute.


The smell of the Apothecary was intolerable for Alexa. When she turned to ask Harry to bring her potion equipment, Harry shook his head, took out his Invisibility Cloak and hid.

Jon, that brave boy, foraged into the shop and returned with... nothing. He shouted into the empty air...

"Harry Potter, you Bastard, we get our own indegrients at Hogwarts. And you knew this is not the shop for potion equipments."

Alexa sighed. Jon hated shopping.

The Cauldron shop sold crystal vials and brass scales too. They bought these (Jon bought a silver Cauldron in case one of them was a good brewer) and left.


The three had lunch in the Bell's place, the one place to get Hamburgers in Diagon Alley. They were excellent. Jon decided if he knew he could only have one last meal, it would be Hamburger followed by Cake.

Then they entered Flourish and Blotts. Alexa loved books. The boys went to a quiet section of the Store (books on logic and reasoning. No true magical would come here). Harry put his hand into his sling bag and pulled out two beach chairs and they both went to sleep right there.

Harry and Jon were both woken at about 4 pm by a blushing Alexa holding 100 or so books in a store bag. Jon simply nodded, went to the counter, paid 100 galleons, no change required and they left.

The accountant didn't blink an eye. Alexa was a regular customer here.


The Last stop. They had finally reached Ollivander's. Jon's Lord Grandfather had said that getting a wand was the moment a wizard first experienced the true power of magic. It was the generally the first instance of semi-conscious magic by a kid and a moment for self discovery too.

House Black did possess the used wands of dead house members but they were powerful wands with their own characters and it were not to be used unless one's proficiency at magic was establised and he knew of the wand best suited to them.

Ollivander's had sold wands for about 2400 years and never sold a wrong combination. The collection was quite legendary and Jon was getting exited.

Jon pushed open the door to the shop and entered, Alexa and Harry following. It was a small shop, with a single chair to sit upon, the window showing a single wand to the world on a pin cushion. Though the exterior was quite ordinary and not dusted in the last millenia, the interior was neat and tidy.

The very air smelled of magic as Jon felt, as he walked towards the counter, stronger than anywhere else in the Alley. Thousands of shelves containing wands behind that counter where most magicals received their foci all seemed to vibrate.

Suddenly a voice intoned in a soft whisper...

"Jon Polaris, Allesandra Fra—"

The old man had to stop in the middle of his recital of their names as there was a sword at his throat.

"How?" Jon did not like ambushes, whether on the fields of battle or in a wand shop.

The old man's pale eyes looked unafraid in the face of danger. Harry was standing relaxed his hands in his pockets, while Alexa looked curiously around the shop.

"Notice me Nots and surface Legilimency, Lord Black," his voice was amused more than anything, "When you enter my shop, you are under the obligation not to harm the crafter of your wand. Arcturus Black would be disappointed in you."

Jon kept his sword at his throat, unmoved.

It was Harry who answered, calm but with that characteristic enthusiasm, "Arcturus would be proud of him, badmouth you to all his friends and declare you a sissy, Mr Ollivander. You've impartially sold wands for years and will continue to do so for many more. All of us know a real battle would've ended by now."

Jon withdrew his sword. Ollivander, however, just looked curious.

"And with what result Harry?"

"Jon's death by a stab in the heart, I'd die seconds later but you'd faint before you reached Alexa."

"And Why—"

His eyes rolled and he fainted dead behind the counter. Jon smiled. Tranquilizers rocked.


"You judged us the most dangerous and so you didn't see Alexa using the tranquilizer."

Mr Ollivander was looking quite jovial. Not because he liked being hit by tranquilizers which would just be weird. No, all the wand cores Alexa had tried completely disagreed with her.

"A most unusual customer you are, Ms Watson. Unicorn hair is compatible but not enough. Dragon Heartstrings are not. Phoenix feather hates you it seems."

Harry had gone out, watching birds fly. Jon curiously watched on as Alexa tried wand after wand. Ollivander's enthusiasm was rising higher and higher. He was jumping about now.

Arcomantula, Thunderbird, Nundu, Fire crab, Manticore and Troll were all rejected. That is until Hedwig suddenly flamed into the shop out of nowhere.

Ollivander's breath was taken away, at seeing an Ice phoenix, perhaps? Hedwig meanwhile just stared at him with those golden eyes af if evaluating something. Then she nodded once, flew into the air and flamed away.

For the first time, she left behind four silver feathers, which seemed to shine in the light of the overhead lamp, before floating down. Before it could touch the ground, however, Ollivander waved his wand and 4 crystal vials caught them.

Jon looked up and saw tears in Ollivander's eyes, watching the four feathers. "A willing gift by an Ice phoenix."

Ollivander glanced up. "9 and three quarter inches of Vine and Ice Phoenix feather, Flexible and yeilding . A wand good at every Wanded Art. A perfectionist's companion, Ms Watson. I will, sadly need atleast three months to prepare it."

"We'll pick it on July 31st or in a week after that if you're agreeable, Mr Ollivander," Alexa said.

"Of course, Ms Watson."

Then it was Jon's turn. Ollivander handed him a few wands, one after the other, until he found the most compatible core which was... Thestral Hair.

"I'd thought you would favor Dragon Heartstring, Lord Black. Thestral hair, however seems even more appropriate. It is so rare however, that I don't have the 12 and a half inches of Thestral blood coated Aspen you'll require. I do have the thestral hair of a mare, during her labour, willingly given too, just before she gave birth. I can give you your wand by July 31st too."

"Of course." So they'd both have to wait.

Harry, now in after Alexa got her wand, began chuckling at Jon's core's origin

"A Knight's wand, Lord Black. Quite powerful in both attack and defence. It is enthusiastic and likes to be used regularly. It will obey most orders and supports both light and dark spells."


"Which hand do you use, Mr Potter?"

"I write with my right and fight with my left hands."

Ollivander's eyes widened. "I see."

For Harry finding compatible cores was difficult too. He rejected Unicorn Hair, Phoenix feather and Dragon Heartstring immediately, and after more than an hour of trial, was only slightly comfortable with one core, Thestral hair. Wands blasted out of his way, rejected and threw him about.

Ollivander was instead of being excited, becoming more and more pensive. "Try that again." "Are you sure there's no connection?"

"Let's try Troll hair." "Is there no quiet satisfaction on contact?"

Ollivander was sweating, giving him newer and newer wands, emptying his shelves in a bid to find a connection.

It was nearing dinnertime, so Jon and Alexa went off to get some food.

Finally after two hours of searching, which yeilded no results, Harry grew irritated, "You do have a wand that you believe is compatible to me. You're just reluctant to give it to me. Please respect my intellegence and don't waste my time."

Ollivander hesitated and was lost in thought for a few moments. Then he stared into Harry's eyes and his panic seemed to ebb away. Then he slowly nodded and walked to the back of his shop. He returned with a Lead casket. When he talked it was in a rambling manner.

"Very dangerous. It is kept secure to prevent the formation of an auras and prove as test for worthiness. I have not made this wand, Mr Potter. It was handed down to my family for safekeeping. This is the Wand of Desire."

Ollivander set the box on the counter. It was a plain lead container, which instead of a keyhole had a small pointed pin, protruding outwards.

"You're really not scaring me." He was scaring him.

"13 inches of Elder and Dark Phoenix feather, unyeilding and yet enthusiastic. It has been suspended in a medium of highly concentrated, willingly given unicorn blood."

"Which means nothing to me."

"Dark phoenixes are known for their manipulative tendencies. They are extremely selfish.They are passionate creatures and the phoenixes which actually lay the phoenix eggs."

"Unicorn blood gives off a strong aura of pure attraction and admiration towards itself which in this case may apply for the wand's owner too."

"If that doesn't convince you, the scar on your forehead was caused by a 13 inch Yew and Dark phoenix feather wand, suspended in concentrated Basilisk venom, the Wand of Passion."

"Artemisia has such a wand."

Ollivander's eyes looked as if remembering something. "Yes she does. This is a very powerful Dark wand. The wand of a Master manipulator, a natural Legilimens. If the wand is made to completely submit to its owner, it is an extremely powerful weapon. If not, it will slowly eat away at your personality and impose its own character on you. If you say things, most people will believe its true. When you do things, people admire you. And you have already completely rejected all wands Lighter than this."

"It can however, have very negative effects on complete light magic..."

As Ollivander went on speaking, however, Harry ignored him in favour of the casket. What was the pin for. He extended his hand towards it, suddenly unnaturally interested in its sharpness. As soon as he touched it with his left thumb, the box jerked a bit and the pin made a cut on his thumb.

And the lid popped open. In the background, he heard Ollivander stop speaking. He ignored him. The air filled with powerful magic. Forbidden magic. Harry suppressed a shiver of delight.

The world condensed into just the rectangular black wooden box within the casket, which Harry gingerly picked up and smelled the intoxicating smell emanating from it. He opened the box.

It was a thin jet black wand with tiny runes inscribed all over its surface. It had an obsidian handle that was cut at sharp angles. Before Harry's hands could approach it, it flew that last few inches into Harry's left palm.

And the moment they connected, Harry's blood roared with magic, ecstasy filling his nerves as if the final piece of the puzzle of Harry Potter were completed.

Had Harry been looking at himself, he'd have found himself surrounded by a purple glow, lighting up the small shop for the world to see.

The wand sent of a black beam of light out the door into the night sky, while a black spell impacted Ollivander before he could defend himself.

His eyes were closed, his hands parted, wand jutting out towards the sky and each lungful of breath seemed to fill him with happiness.

He opened his eyes and saw both Jon and Alexa standing at the front door slack jawed at the soft purple glow he could see he still gave off, the street full of curious people behind them.

And Harry, confidence running through his veins like never before, turned to Ollivander and asked softly, somehow knowing he held some power over him, "What can you tell me about Artemisia's Wand of Passion?"

Ollivander had a confused look on his face. "What wand of passion?"

"The brother wand to my Wand of Desire? The one you talked of moments ago?"

Ollivander had an intrigued look on his face, "Holly and Phoenix feather, 11 inches, nice and supple is a great wand Mr Potter. But it is certainly not the brother wand of the Dark Lady. I will expect great things from you, Mr Potter. And the three wands will be free of charge. In exchange for the feathers your phoenix gifted me. Now off you go."

He turned to his friends, "How long do you think this wand is?"

Jon considered for a moment, "about 11 inches, give or take a half?"

Harry nodded and asked Alexa, "Don't you see the purple glow surrounding me?"

"Uh... what are talking about Harry?"

Harry looked at the 13 Inch wand he held in his hand, the purple glow, now softer surrounding him and said to himself, "Well its as cool as its creepy!"

And the three left after a long long day, introducing Jon to the non magical but still magical Hot dogs on the way.