"What do you think of your wand, Loxtan?" His mother asked as the young teen entered their small cottage home on the outskirts of town. "I love it Mother! You were right, the Wandmaker may be eccentric, but he is a master of his craft." Loxtan answered joyfully as he twirled the stick through the air, showering the area in shining blue sparks.

"Brother!" Shouted a boy no more than eleven years old as he ran down the stairs. "You survived!" He exclaimed happily as he latched onto the older boy's midsection, his words making the teen laugh as their mother shook her head.

"Notus, the Wandmaker is a very kind man, why are you so frightened of him?" Loxtan asked as he kneeled before the now blushing boy. "W-well he lives in that creepy old house on the hill by the ruins! The place is always wailing and moaning, and Torkin's friend says it's haunted!" Notus said, swatting his brother's hand away when he tassled his hair.

"Well Torkin's friend is lying. I just came from there and saw no spectres. The house is old Notus, especially if the sign above the door is to be believed, it's going to make noises like that." Loxtan eased as he got to his feet once more. "Now I have to go pack for the Mage Academy, you help Mother with dinner."

With a sigh, Notus looked up to his mother after Loxtan went upstairs to their room. The woman just raised an eyebrow before slowly smiling and shaking her head. "Fine, go play, away with you." The woman shooed. Not needing to be told twice, Notus grinned and shot out the door.

Taking the shortcut over the creek into town, Notus ran for a few minutes until he crested a hill that looked over the town. In the distance were the ruins of a once magnificent castle that looked over the town. Now just eroded stone and the scant dilapidated tower or archway. He loved exploring those ruins, despite their age, he could still feel the old magic within them, a joyous magic that hugged him close and made him feel welcome.

Closer to the village, but still on the outskirts, was a tall oddly shaped house. The house of the Wandmaker. Despite what his brother insisted, he still was creeped out by the building. Swallowing his uncertainty, he started making his way toward the shop.

Before long, he was walking up the worn cobbled path toward the creaking construct, its noises sending shivers down his spine. As he got closer, he could begin to make out the words on the sign hanging above the door.

The Shrieking Shack

Makers of Fine Wands for

198,962 years

Now that he was outside the Shrieking Shack, Notus' courage was waning. The looming building was much more intimidating up close. Shaking his head vigorously, Notus steeled his nerves before walking briskly up to the door and entering with nary a knock.

When he felt the air of the shop, he let out a gasp. It was absolutely charged with magic, even more than the ruins, more than he'd ever felt in his entire life even. It sang with a multitude of power, each thrumming to its own tune, each different than the last.

And then he saw the shop itself. It was beautiful! The room was circular and belied the true size of the house. The curved walls stretched so far up that he couldn't see the ceiling, not that there was one, he could see the sky as if he were outside!

"Aren't you a bit young for a foci?" A calm, curious voice sounded from behind him. Whirling around wildly to face the newcomer, he was met with a man in his mid twenties who had messily styled black hair with a short beard. But the most noteworthy thing were his eyes. Behind a pair of circular glasses were glowing green eyes, shining with mirth and wisdom belying their years.

Realizing with a start that he hadn't answered the man's question, Notus hastened to reply. "U-uh I'm eleven?" He stammered out, the man smirking with a hum as he slowly walked a circle around the boy, eyes seemingly penetrating his very soul as he examined him.

"It was my understanding that the common age to get a foci is fourteen now, not eleven." The man said, still smirking as he ended his scrutiny and leaned against the counter that was facing the exit.

"I-it is, but I was just curious." Notus answered. "Curiosity is a curious thing." The man said with a sagely smile. "I am Harry Potter, the Wandmaker, and you are?" Harry asked as he summoned a single wand box to the desk and removed the wand.

"I'm Notus Yastin, nice to meet you… what are you doing?" Notus asked. "Ah! Yastin, your brother was here earlier. 12 inches, Walnut, with a Phoenixbear feather core. Intelligent, caring, yet fiercely strong. A good match for Loxtan." Harry said absently as he examined the wand he'd summoned. "And to answer your question, I'm making sure your wand is in working order, as is my job." Harry said as he held the wand out to Notus.

"Fourteen and seven eighths inches, Cherry, with an Ice Breaker Behemoth heartstring core." Just as Notus was about to eagerly grab the wand, Harry pulled it just out of reach. "Know this, young Yastin. This wand is dangerously powerful. I'm sure you don't know what an Ice Breaker Behemoth is, do you?" Harry asked expectantly. Notus felt oddly chastised for his eagerness, but shook his head nonetheless.

"Behemoths are a very solitary race of dragons." Harry started, enjoying the widening of the boy's eyes. Twirling the wand in the air, Harry projected his memories of the various Behemoths, each a different element. None larger than the white, tusked Behemoth with a large mane of spikes.

"Fifteen millennia ago, there was an ice age, many creatures were lost, went into hibernation, or simply left our plain of existence. But the Behemoths… they were free to do as they pleased. No longer were they hindered by society. They were able to roam and no longer hide themselves away in the planet's interior." Harry said as the projection showed the Ice Breaker Behemoth towering into the sky as it showed its dominance against a particular gutsy Lightning Breaker Behemoth, the sight shocking Notus.

"It was near the end of the ice age, that the Ice Breaker Behemoth called me to him. He was dying, and he wanted to be able to benefit the changing world in some way, and allowed me to harvest his body for wand components and other useful materials." Harry said with a sad smile as the projection faded.

"This wand holds the power and will of the King of Behemoths, Uisce. A ruler of benevolence and strength. It will be partial to ice magic, but not averse to any other form either." Here, Harry's voice became frigid, as the light in the room seemingly faded. "You will do great things, young Yastin, but never stray far from the path of righteousness, for if you do, this wand will betray you, just as you betrayed it by taking that dark path…"

Uncaring of the terrified look on the face of the boy, Harry held the wand out to him once more. With wide eyed trepidation, Notus grabbed the wand. Instantly the room was assaulted by a glacial wind as a torrent of teal sparks illuminated the room.

With a look of pure elation, Notus twirled the wand, leaving a trail of snowflakes in its wake.

As the wind faded, Notus' face seemed to droop slightly as he looked up at the Wandmaker. "I don't have any money…" He said slowly. "No worries." Harry waved him off uncaringly. "Money is something I'm not short of, so consider it a gift. Just remember my words…" He continued, ruffling the boy's hair.

"Of course, I'll make you proud!" Bidding each other goodbye, Notus ran out the door, grin displayed broadly on his face as he made his way home.

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AN: Yo, this was just a rough draft for an interdimensional Harry fic I'm writing, but I decided to post it anyway. I might make it a series of various people receiving their wands if enough people enjoy this, we'll see!