The door closed behind Harry.
He looked around the room. Inside, there was a multitude of tools laying on various tables and shelving units. Many tools were large, such as the sandblaster or the lathe. There were a few CNC machines clustered towards the back of the shop and only a few things stood out.
The most notable of these was a large forge in the center of the room. It looked to be made out of bricks and cinderblocks with bellows attached to the sides at strategic points.
Harry sat down with Mr. Ollivander at a small, cluttered desk in the corner of the shop. On the tables surface rested a variety of precision cutters and shavers, as well as several blueprints and schematics for various guns and projectile weapons. The most unusual of which was a sword crossbow combo that seemed to function on heat energy.
Mr. Ollivander looked at Harry steadily for a minute before suddenly breaking the silence that had settled over the shop.
"would you rather watch your enemies die from far away, or up close?" he asked suddenly.
"what?!" Harry said, shocked that he would say that.
"guns are used to kill, nothing more, nothing less. And yet, they are a work of art that rivals the greatest musicians, painters and actors. Fighting is the second oldest profession in the world." He explained.
"what is the first oldest job?" Harry asked innocently.
Ollivander chuckled "I think that you should wait a couple of years to learn the answer to that question, Mr. Potter. Now, I believe that you would like a mid-range gun, good for both close and far combat. For your body type, I would think that a bullpup rifle would fit, and perhaps a medium sized round, good penetration, with lower recoil. Small, compact and very reliable with my custom finetuned barrel rifling system to increase accuracy." Ollivander walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a Herstal P90 "Well, give it a shake Mr. Potter, there is a small range over there in the corner that you can try it on. It is chambered in 5.56 NATO. Be sure to brace it properly against your shoulder like this to avoid injury, and avoid putting your eye to close to the scope."
Harry proceeded to the range, unloading a full clip into the target. Most of his shots missed horribly, but around the 26th shot, he began to hit the target.
"My god! You're a natural! I must tell my family! I have not seen a student of violence learn his craft this quickly in a few centuries! Why, the last one of this skill level was Hercules, I made his sword, Maweth. I wonder if it is still around somewhere…"
Harry came back, removing his ear protection and handed the gun back to Ollivander "Did I do good, Mr. Ollivander?" he asked earnestly.
"Why, Mr. Potter, I think that you are the most skilled pupil of war that I have seen in ages! Here, you must take this. It is yours now. I named it Aeron, may it serve you well. Here is the case, so that you have a place to keep everything and not lose it."
Mr. Ollivander placed a violin case on the table and opened it to reveal an imprint of the p90, with several other pockets to store magazines and ammo, as well as a folded up roll of tools for maintenance and cleaning of the gun.
"Mr. Potter, here is a manual on how to take care of firearms. This gun in particular will require some maintenance, but it has been simplified by some of the components built into the gun by me. The most you will have to do will be to clean any gun powder residue from the barrel. If that is all, I would like to move on to your sidearm." Ollivander guided Harry back to the table they sat at originally.
"So I hear you are rather partial to your Berretta Mr. Potter? May I look it over?" Ollivander held his hand out to accept the pistol as Harry wordlessly handed it over.
Mr. Ollivander looked at the gun for a moment, before he quickly striped it down into each individual screw and part. "HEY!" Harry yelled as he did it.
"Fear not, Mr. Potter, weapons like these are meant to come apart and go back together again with minimal stress to the firearm components. I will clean and perhaps upgrade a few parts here and there. I do not usually have the opportunity to build a firearm for one who has no experience with them, and so I will focus on making this one as easy to wield as possible, perhaps with a….." at this point, Ollivander began muttering a collection of gun related jargon and listing numerous technical terms that Harry did not understand.
Mr. Ollivander bustled around the shop, his arms going every where as he assembled various parts and accessories and fitted them to the now reassembled Berretta.
"Mr. Potter, would you prefer a red dot sight, or a more refined fiberoptic sight?" Ollivander asked suddenly, holding up the 2 different sights.
"I don't know what those are, sir…" Harry replied uncertainly.
Mr. Ollivander beamed "Well, my boy, a red dot sight can work at night due to a small light that projects a dot onto a screen attached to the gun. I would recommend this sight for faster target acquisition, and the Fiber optic sight is better for more precision firing." He explained helpfully.
Harry thought for a minute. "what sight would be better for a city environment?" he asked.
"I would recommend a red dot sight for urban encounters, keep in mind that should you need me to, I could switch the sights out with relative ease." Mr. Ollivander replied.
Harry nodded "I will take the red dot sight then."
"An excellent choice, Mr. Potter." Ollivander replied. "Now, think very carefully. When you enter a building that you know to have an unknown number of hostiles, what do you do first?"
Harry looked confused "why would I enter a building of bad guys? Couldn't you just blow them up or something?" he asked.
Mr. Ollivander looked at Harry for a moment before exploding into laughter "Very good Mr. Potter! Yes you could to that, but what if you needed to rescue someone from the bad guys?" Ollivander regarded Harry with inquisitiveness, curious what he would do next. Harry sat in his chair; his face screwed up into concentration as he tried to find a way to solve the problem.
"Could you make them fall asleep with a gas or something? I saw that in a comic book once…" Harry finally said, "Maybe enter from the roof or a window so that you don't need to fight your way through everyone on the bottom or the top?" Harry's face became animated "Yeah! You make a bomb on the roof and then blow a hole to whatever floor you need to get through and use ropes or something to fall down and then take out all the bad guys! Then you find the person and take them out with a fast car or a helicopter!"
Ollivander laughed again at Harry's enthusiasm "My boy, you are too precious. What a shame that this is the life that you were sucked into. Enjoy these years while you can, for the end of this time is coming soon." Ollivander trailed off, looking for all the world as if he were looking into the future and lamenting for things to come.
Harry looked at him "what's the matter, Mr. Ollivander?"
Ollivander wiped a tear from the corner of his eye "If only I could interfere! But alas, it is not my place to defy fate. Know this, young Harry. No matter how hard the journey gets, keep going! There is always an end to suffering, always a light at the end of the tunnel!" Ollivander seized Harry's wrists, a sharp gleam in his eyes "NEVER GIVE IN! FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE AND GO BEYOND YOUR CAPABILITIES! YOU MUST, ELSE ALL BE LOST! Oh god- 'FOR THE END COMETH NIGH, BEHOLD THE COMING OF THE WARRIOR, THE SCOURGE OF THE WORLD. THEY THAT WOULD TEMPT THE FATES TREMBLE IN FEAR, FOR BEHOLD THE SCOURGE OF THE WORLD, THE END OF THE WORLD COMETH NIGH! THE RAGE OF THE SCOURGE CONSUMES THE USERPERS IN AN ALL ENCOMPASSING ROAR, RENDING EARTH AND SHAKING STARS WITH HIS FURY. BEHOLD, THE COMING OF THE SCOURGE!AND HIS ANGER WILL BE TERRIBLE IN ITS MAGNITUDE BUT HAVE FAITH! IF THE SWORD AND SHEILD UNITE, ALL WILL BE SAVED! FORGED ANEW IN THEIR SPLENDOR, THEY BALANCE THE WARRIOR IN HIS RAGE. LOVE, HATRED AND APATHY, FIRE, ICE AND EARTH, DARKNESS, LIGHT AND THE INFINITE VOID. BEHOLD THE SCOURGE COMETH, AND THE END OF THE WORLD IS NIGH…' ***cough-cough***
Suddenly, a ball of fire appeared in the shop.
A jagged line of fire traced itself in a zigzag pattern in the air.
"Mr. Potter, listen to me! You must run, take Jerry and Mr. Jenkins with you!" Ollivander said urgently "They will try to take you, hurt you even! You must stay free! The fate of the world depends on it! He is coming! He needs you to be weak so that he can use you! You must become strong, stronger than all who would come before you so that you might be free! THE WORLD DEPENDS ON IT!" With that, Ollivander opened a hidden drawer and removed a single knife "Take this! It is the first of many! You need to collect the 9 implements, or else the end is unavoidable. I hope my tools will help in this regard. Hurry! Run Harry! Take them, run!"
Harry, already shaken up from the strange things Ollivander had said to him, began to cry as the old man pressed the knife into his hands and tucked the P90 into the violin case and slung it over Harry's shoulder, before grabbing a belt with several magazines and an empty pistol holster and buckling it around Harry's waist. He inserted the Berretta into the holster before sticking the knife into an arm sheath and wrapping it around his forearm.
Mr. Ollivander then ran to the door and pushed Harry through it, before turning to a long metal cabinet that ran along the wall of the back of the shop. He pulled a strange liquid like key out of thin air and unlocked it. Inside were guns and weapons of all kinds. He reached inside and pulled a simple pump action shot gun with strange symbols all over it. He cocked it, and looked around the shop "Good by, my dear friends and partners. It was wonderful working with you. Ollivander pulled a wand out and transfigured the floor tiles into bricks of C4. He looked around once more, wistfully, before summoning all of the guns into a duffle bag, and all of the paper into a folder. His preparations completed, he turned to look at the jagged line that descended from floor to ceiling in the middle of his shop.
"Oh Albus, you misguided fool. Prophecies are not to be delayed or controlled. They simply are, and now it falls to me to prevent you from meddling where you aught not to." Ollivander muttered to the air.
The line suddenly turned a dark purple, pulsing with energy. Mr. Ollivander's eyebrows raised "Lord of the Light my ass, that is demonic energy. Well, Albus my boy, my wards will delay you a while yet, and Harry will escape, hopefully forever. Perhaps we will meet again someday, but it will not be today!"
The old man stooped down, pulling a silvery box out of his coat pocket. He set the activation parameters to when the ward falls, and walked out the door and into the street, where he vanished without a sound.
AN: guys, it is with great pleasure to announce that we have broken 600 veiws! We also have 15 followers and 12 favorites! Just wow. Please review, and don't forget to leave a favorite or a follow. Seeing the results of the one conversation with my brother expand this much bring joy to my heart.
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