"Thanks for that, though I can handle myself," The girl glanced at them. She had bushy, dark brown hair, and skin a shade lighter. Her eyes were a yellowish color, and her teeth were perfectly straight.

"Oh trust me, we saw," Harry commented. "He went tens of feet in the air! You're pretty strong,"

The girl smirked. "Thank you. Anyway, what're two kids like you doing in Knockturn Alley?"

"We're all kids," Ron cut in, blue eyes sparkling. The girl made a face at that. "I'm Ron Weasley, this is Harry Potter," The redhead offered his hand, going into the same state after shaking her hand that he had with Harry, but this time being out for a bit longer.

"You're a Seer," Hermione whispered in awe when he shook his head, losing the daze. "Not even a fraud— You're a true Seer. Amazing,"

"Seer?" Harry asked.

"I can get glimpses of the future," Ron began, "It's different for every Seer, but I get lots of visions after skin to skin contact. Usually I'll see the impact that person will have on my life, personally, but I'm also not fully developed. Grandmother Lucretia says my powers will grow as I get older, if I practice and meditate,"

"Wow, that's amazing!" Harry exclaimed. "I wonder if we have any special powers we don't know about?" Harry looked to Hermione, who glowered.

"I probably don't— I'm a muggleborn," Hermione hissed. "As if we have it easy– As if muggles even want magical children. I've been called a demon,"

"And a freak," Harry took her hand, squeezing it, and Hermione looked perplexed.

"But you're Harry Potter. Why would you have been raised by muggles? You're a half-blood,"

"Apparently Headmaster Dumbledore left me on their doorstep," Harry sneered. "At least now I know who to blame,"

"Speaking of, I may just have a solution for the both of you," Ron grinned. "We should probably get your wands first, though,"

"Where do we get them?" Hermione asked, quite content with not releasing Harry's hand.

"Well, there's loads of wand shops in Knockturn and Diagon, but there's only one place to get the best," Ron said, starting to lead them to Diagon. "Ollivander's,"

o - o - o

"I was wondering when the three of you would show up," The old man said when the bell rang as the door swung open, not even looking away from what he was doing. "Ronald Weasley, Harrison Potter, and Hermione Granger,"

"How do you know our names?" Hermione asked, suspicious.

"I know the names and wands of every person who enters my shop," Ollivander said, turning to them. "And when three children of immense magical ability and power wander into Diagon Alley, well. I wouldn't call it simple coincidence,"

Everyone turned as a box on the wall started glowing and vibrating, shooting off the shelf and stopping in front of Harry. Ollivander raised an eyebrow, perplexed, and eyed another wand on the shelf.

He opened the box, talking as he handed it to the young wizard. "Vine Wood and Dragon Heartstring, 12' inches. Good for a variety of magic, but best in regards to Charms. Your mother was a Charms prodigy," Ollivander listed, "Not inclined toward Dark or Light magic, but suited for either."

Carefully, Harry took the wand into his right hand, looking relaxed at how right it felt in his hand. A soft breeze filled the room as the wand thrummed, finding it's new master.

"Curious," Ollivander murmured, as this had not been what he expected. You see, the Ollivander line had a drop of Seer blood, which is why they were so adept with wands and remembering wizards. There was another wand, in the far corner, that had no reaction. A wand whose brother had given the boy his identifying scar.

But that didn't happen this time around. This time, the genius he was, Lord Voldemort made only one horcrux.

And it was not Harry Potter.

I wonder if anyone had told Dumbledore?

"A very loyal wand, that one. I reckon you'll never find a better fit, in the scenario you lose that wand," Ollivander said before turning to Hermione. "Hmm. Normally, I would assume you to be a carrier of Vine Wood. Maybe Bundimun core?" He glanced at her, before shaking his head. "No, no—" The old man stopped, frozen in place. Quickly, he strode to the back of the shop, pulling a box from the highest shelf. The box was antique, but not dusty.

"11 inches, Acacia Wood and Graphorn Horn. Neutral just as the previous one, but skilled in a variety of curses," Hermione's eyes brightened and she grinned wickedly, taking the wand from its box and giving it a flick. Another glow filled the room, a bright glow, and the feeling of power.

"Graphorn Horn? Isn't that—"

"Often sold on the black market and quite possibly the only wand of its kind in England?" Hermione cut Harry off, preening. "Yes, yes it is,"

Amused, Ollivander turned to the last customer. "Well?" The old wizard prompted after a moment of silence. Ron's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Mr. Ollivander, I have a wand. Handed down from my brothers— My parents can't afford anything new for me," The redhead's voice was only slightly bitter.

"Mr. Weasley, you know very well that you will get your wand from me today," Ollivander raised an eyebrow. "Do not worry about the cost, it will be covered. Now; am I going to have to go through the process, or can you tell me what you believe your wand to be?"

Ron beamed, "Silver Lime and Vampire Fang, then."

Ollivander's eyes twinkled and the man grinned back. "Exactly my thought. You'd make an excellent wand maker, young Mister Weasley," Ollivander told the boy as he handed him the box, having it already prepared beneath the counter.

"13' inches, Silver Lime Wood and Vampire Fang core, a powerful wand, and an excellent match for a Seer. And as such, is also a Neutral wand, if not more inclined to healing spells," Ollivander smiled as Ron flicked the wand, releasing the sound of wind chimes.

"Curious, how very curious," Ollivander murmured, glancing between each of the wands and wand holders.

"What? What's curious?" Harry asked.

"Your wands, Mister Potter, are connected," Ollivander explained. "Yours is more inclined towards magics with water affinities. Miss Granger towards magics with more nature affinities, and Mister Weasley towards more air and wind affinities. Sea, Earth, and Sky,"

"Cool," All three gasped, staring at their wands. After a glance at Ron, Hermione frowned and looked up at Ollivander.

"What's the price? All of these seem to be rather expensive wands," She asked warily, and Ron winced, having forgotten for a moment.

"For you three, I'll make it fifteen galleons altogether," Ollivander's eyes twinkled. "From what I can tell, it would be a shame to burden you with wands that hadn't chosen you, Miss Granger,"

"I can pay. I have too much money anyway, I don't really know what to do with it all. Besides," Harry smiled at the shocked Ron and Hermione. "You're my friends, are you not?" The raven haired boy gave Ollivander the money, and the three left the shop.

"How about we finish our shopping together? Since we've got no one else," Hermione offered, still holding Harry's hand. "Ron, can I hold your hand?"

"I need gloves first, since I haven't honed my abilities yet," Ron said. "It's why I'm wary with touch,"

"I'm paying for you both," Harry said with finality. "We're friends, so I want to spoil you guys. Friends do that, right?"

"I was bullied. I wouldn't know," Hermione shrugged.

"I've never had friends either, so," Ron also shrugged, and Harry beamed, dragging the two down Diagon Alley.

"Right, school supplies and such is good to get at the alley, but," Hermione chewed her lip, glancing at Knockturn.

"We'll check out Knockturn later. You're not the only person curious," Harry admitted to her.

"Oh, and I wanna drop this rat off at the Auror Station," Ron said. "Harry, there's gonna be a lot of articles about you in the coming days, sorry mate,"

"It's fine. Now, let's finish our shopping," Harry said.