BORN TO CONQUER

Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter and I am sure you know if I own harry potter I won't be writing on fanfiction but on books. i only writing this for fun.

Author's rant: This is a harry/Daphne fanfic. I don't know how often I can upload the chapter but I will try to upload at least 1 chapter per week. Even though I read a lot of fanfiction, I wrote next to nothing. I have no experience in writing stories, so I apologize in advance for any mistake I make. I am writing this fic bcz I love harry potter series so much . I do love constructive criticism. English is neither my mother tongue nor I am a professional. If any one can point the any Grammar mistakes in the story I'd be grateful. point out any mistake you come across, i will rectify it immediately so no one need to point out the same mistake again. This is my first fanfic so any help is appreciated. I edited many mistake I came across and elaborated some things to clarify any doubts. I will upload 2nd on Friday.

In this story harry was smart not godlike harry, he have a large magical core compare to his classmates but he will only become more powerful through training. He grew in wizarding world from age 5 after Dursleys abandon him so he will know about traditions.

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'thought'

'Past'

chapter 1 : Diagon Ally

Prologue

Albus Dumbledore (Supreme Mugwump, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Grand Sorcerer, defeater of the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald, Order of Merlin first class and Headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry) appeared on the end of Privet drive in Surrey with an almost silent pop. As he looked around the quite, dark street bathed in the half moon light, he heaved a heavy sigh. All up and down the country, witches and Wizards were celebrating the fall of the most evil and powerful Dark Lord in Wizarding history, Lord Voldemort. As the leader and founder of the Order of the Phoenix, a group who were dedicated to fighting the Dark Lord and his followers head on in battle, one would expect him be out there celebrating the downfall of Voldemort.

However, on this Halloween night, he could not bring himself to celebrate, as two of his favourite students and very dear friends had been murdered by Lord Voldemort and their happy bouncing baby boy had been left orphaned when the Dark Lord had turned his wand on the boy, only to find his killing curse rebounding upon himself, destroying his body and forcing his spirit to flee the home. Harry James Potter had not even reached his second birthday, yet before he did he would be famous the world over, known as the only survivor of killing curse, known as the Boy-Who-lived, the hero of the light and the Wizarding world.

And that was why he was here on this Muggle street, while everyone he knew celebrated Voldemort's downfall, Dumbledore was overseeing the transfer of Harry to his Aunt and Uncle's home. While it was true in the fact that there were plenty of Wizarding families that would have been all too happy to raise young Harry in the Wizarding world, Albus felt it was best for Harry to grow up away from the fans, the fame and grow up as a normal child with a normal childhood, without been in the spotlight every time he left his home.

As he reached the bottom of number fours garden wall, he took a quick look round before he took a seat on the low wall. His trusted friend and the gamekeeper at Hogwarts was bringing young Harry to his Aunts and Uncle's house, as it was not practical to take a one year old through the Floo-network or use the other transport methods of Apparition or Port-key travel.

"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore spoke seemingly to himself as there was not another human being to be seen on the street, only a tabby cat sitting on number six's garden wall. A few moments later, said cat had jumped off the wall and transformed into a rather severe-looking woman mid-jump.

"How did you know it was me?" Asked the woman as she walked towards Dumbledore, fixing her square glasses and emerald green cloak to make sure they were on correctly.

"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly." Dumbledore answered with a slight soft chuckle as he turned his head slightly to look at McGonagall as she took a seat beside him.

"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day and most of the night." McGonagall replied tartly as she sniffed at the old wizard. "When word reached Hogwarts about last tonight's attack, I knew you'd be the one brining the boy." She said, explaining her reason for been inthatneighbourhood onthatparticular night.

"All day, when you could have been celebrating, why I must have passed over a dozen feasts and parties on my way here." Dumbledore mussed softly as he looked up at the empty dark sky; if one listened carefully, you could hear a very faint rumbling noise.

Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily. "Oh yes, everyone's celebrating all right, you'd think they'd be a bit more careful." She said impatiently, before the old wizard could comment she continued.

"People could be a little more careful; I heard it on their news." She jerked her head in the direction of the Dursleys dark living-room window. "Flocks of owls… Shooting stars… well, they're not completely stupid, their bound to notice Shooting stars in Kent- and I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never did have much sense." Her nostrils flared in her anger and her lips thinned into a very tight line as she finished her little rant.

"You can't blame them Minerva, we've had precious little to celebrate in nearly twelve years." Dumbledore said gently. "It will die down soon, people are just celebrating the fact that hopefully there will be no more death and destruction happening." He explained in a gentle tone that seemed to deflate most of McGonagall's anger.

"I hope you're right." Began McGonagall. "The last thing we need is for the Muggle's to find out about us from people swapping rumours in broad daylight not even dressed as Muggle's." as she said this the Professor threw a sharp sideways look at Dumbledore.

"Are the rumours true? Did Harry really survive the Killing Curse?" McGonagall asked quietly with the slightest disbelief in her voice as she turned her head to look fully at the old wizard.

"Yes, Poppy confirmed it when we went to James and Lily's home." Answered Dumbledore sadly. "All three had been hit with the curse but only Harry survived." He bowed his head silently for the torn-apart family.

"How, how did he survive when no one in history has ever survivedthatcurse?" McGonagall asked in a soft voice, quite unlike the brisk and stern woman.

"As to that I have absolutely no clue." Dumbledore began in a quiet tone. " I believe it must have been Lily's love and sacrifice that had protected Harry from Voldemort." His explanation finished he bowed his head once more, remembering all the lost fighters and innocents in the war against Lord Voldemort.

"Do you have any other theories?" McGonagall asked him quietly.

"Not now" he lied smoothly, refrained from telling her about prophecy. What they don't know, won't hurt them.

"Harry will be famous in our world won't he?" asked McGonagall, she would not be surprised if today become known as Harry Potter day in the future.

"Oh yes, Harry will be famous, a hero and a Legend, known the world over." Said Dumbledore in a quiet, sad tone of voice. "

"And that is the reason why I am having him raised with his Muggle Aunt and Uncle. So he can grow up away from all that, famous before he can even walk and talk, it is enough to turn any one's head, he will be much better off away from all that." Dumbledore explained in that same quiet tone of voice as the faint rumbling had begun to grow louder.

"Are these people really the best you can find for him?" Said McGonagall disgustedly. "I've watched them since I arrived and they are the worst sort of Muggle's imaginable, they…"

"Are the only family he has?" Replied Dumbledore, gently interrupting McGonagall. However before either He or McGonagall could speak further, the rumbling that had been growing steadily louder as they had talked suddenly became thundering loud; the pair could feel the rumbling in their very bones as their teeth began to chatter slightly until they closed their mouths as they looked up.

Out of the midnight black sky, a huge motorcycle dropped out of the sky and down onto the street and came to a screeching halt in front of Number four's garden wall. Sat astride the motorbike was a huge man, who looked to be too big to be aloud. As the man stood from the bike, it was clear that he was twice as tall as a normal human man and three times as wide. The huge man had wild, bushy, tangled black hair and beard, when he removed the goggles from over his eyes; he revealed crinkly beetle-black eyes topped by very bushy eyebrows.

"Good evening Professor Dumbledore sir, Professor McGonagall." Greeted the large man as he got off the bike (which stood up on its own accord) and walked over to the now standing Professor's.

"Good evening Hagrid, no problems I trust." Dumbledore greeted the large man with a gentle smile. The headmaster was quiet tall standing a little over six foot; however, he was dwarfed by Hagrid's height.

"No sir, the little tyke fell asleep right as we were flying over Bristol." Hagrid replied in as quiet a voice as he could, so as not to wake the sleeping baby that was settled snuggly in a baby sling attached to his massive chest.

Dumbledore peered into the sling; just visible was a shock of untidy black hair and a forehead, which had a curiously shaped scar, in the shape of a lightning bolt. The scar was very raw and red, showing just how new it was.

"Is that where-?" Whispered McGonagall as she took notice of the scar.

"Yes, that is where the killing curse struck him." Said Dumbledore sadly as he too looked at the scar. "He'll have that scar forever." He sighed slightly as the boy moved his head slightly, burrowing deeper into Hagrid's chest.

"Couldn't you do something about it?"

"Even if I could I wouldn't, scars can come in useful. I myself have a scar above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground." Dumbledore did not like lying to his oldest friend but he would rather lie then tell the true reason why, he wouldn't or rather couldn't remove the scar on Harry's head, and it wasn't just because it was a curse scar from Dark Magic but it is also a mark of prophecy.

"Well, pass him here Hagrid we may as well get this over with." Hagrid as gently as he could passed Harry into Dumbledore's arms, successfully not waking the baby as he did so. Dumbledore turned and began heading towards the front door of number four, followed by McGonagall and Hagrid.

"Could I – could I say goodbye to him?" Hagrid asked quietly as they reached the front door.

"Of course." Replied Dumbledore as he turned to the large man, some of his eye twinkle coming back into his eyes for the first time since he had found out about Voldemort's attack on the Potter's.

Hagrid then bent his great shaggy head over Harry and gave him a very scratchy, whiskery yet surprisingly tender kiss. "Take care of yourself Harry." He whispered before moving away chocking back a loud sob.

Dumbledore then placed Harry on the doorstep and tucked a letter into his blanket before casting a warming charm on the baby.

"Good luck Harry." McGonagall whispered to the baby knowing he would need all the luck he could get. She nodded to Dumbledore before she turned and followed Hagrid down the garden path back onto the street.

After a few seconds Dumbledore joined them on the street and bid them both goodbye as McGonagall vanished on the spot and Hagrid got back on the bike and took to the skies once more.

Once McGonagall and Hagrid had left, Dumbledore removed his wand from his robes and began waving it towards the baby. Dumbledore started casting some blocks on the baby's magical core to reduce accidental magic in a muggle home. He also have secret agenda on the boy, according to the prophecy he listened, the boy will be more powerful than him. He know power corrupts, he didn't want power to corrupt this child as himself effected.

A 11 year old boy currently stood before counter of Gringotts awaiting in front of Goblin in counter,

" what deal do you have with Gringotts. Potter?" Goblin asked.

The boy with almond shaped stunning Emerald like green eyes and raven black messy hair answered "I would like to meet Potter account manager master Goblin Sharpclaw". The Goblin replied "wait there few minutes Griphook will accompany you" while gesturing towards a seat. Hadrian potter did as told, after few minutes Griphook came and gestured to follow him. They walked down many halls for several minutes and eventually stopped in front of two enormous gold doors. The doors were ornately decorated, with embossed designs and symbols, and the seal of Gringotts prominently featured in the middle. A pair of fierce looking, armoured, spear-wielding Goblins stood in front of the doors.

The goblin accountant walked forward as murmured something to the guards. One of the guards turned and knocked the door, then stepped back. Thirty seconds later a voice called, "Enter!" and the doors creaked open. They walked into the enormous office where a Goblin sat behind a magnificent desk. The goblin accompanying went forward and whispered something in the master Goblin's ear, then walked out, closing the door as he left.

"what do I owe the pleasure meeting with you young Mr. Potter?" older Goblin greeted him

"Greetings Master Goblin Sharpclaw, may your gold ever flow and shall your enemies fall to your blade." Harry greeted the Goblin in perfect etiquette.

Hadrian potter is the only wizard they respected because unlike other wizards he not only respected them for handling his money but also learned Goblin etiquette. He knew better than to insult Goblins who control the economy of a country.

Harry calmly replied "I would like a inheritance test and take the heirship master Goblin Sharpclaw". Goblin nodded and called Griphook to ready the test, after few moments Griphook came with a bowl and silver dagger placed in a table sharpclaw asked him to take dagger and drop 13 drop of blood in bowl, he did as told and waited. A parchment flew towards sharpclaw as he caught it and said

Hadrian James Potter

Born : 31 July 1980

Father : James Charles Potter

Mother : Lily Jasmine Potter nee Evans

Heir apparent of ancient and noble house of Potter (from Paternal side)

Heir apparent of ancient noble house of Black (Godfather's chosen heir).

Heir apparent of ancient house of Gaunts (right by Conquest)

Legitimate heir of most ancient noble house of Gryffindor (from Paternal side)

Legitimate Heir of most ancient most noble house of Slytherin (from Maternal side)

"I would advise to take Potter, Black, Gaunt heir ring now." Sharpclaw said firmly. He could tell Goblin is advising him, he is telling him.

Sequentially Sharpclaw opened three boxes to reveal similar looking red velvety interior. All the rings were beautiful in their own regards.

The Potter ring featured a wide gold band with ruby vines constructing its border. Nestled within the vines on the upper corner of the ring, a Griffin was portrayed with its wings unfurled, similarly on the bottom left was a Manticore on its hind legs. In the centre a shimmering ruby was encrusted with a 'P' carved on the topmost facet and filled with different colour filigree.

The Black family ring featured a silvery white band with a blue sapphire forming its outer boundary. Portrayed on the upper right corner was a beautifully inlaid raven at all is might and on the bottom left was a dragon breathing fire. From the fires of the dragon the letter 'B' was carved on top of the centre stone giving it a ethereal shine.

The Gaunt ring was a greenish band with silver stones adorned at the four corners. A mighty snake was curled in the shape of an G' on the front face of the ring. In the centre of the snake a bright silver gem sat shining brightly.

As, Harry placed the different rings on his fingers they automatically resized to fit him.

"Should you wish to conceal your rings Mr. Potter simply will them to do so."

"Could you tell me how did I get the Gaunt heirship?" asked Hadrian

"I don't know correctly but I guess the last Gaunt heir broke a law of magic so when you defeated him magic considered you as worthy and give to you" replied Sharpclaw replied.

"Voldemort" Hadrian hissed with venom

"how did they lose noble status. From what I read they are originated from the Slytherin house ?" Harry enquired

"50 years ago Lord Gaunt murdered a muggle and sent to Azkaban. you can read it in the old news paper and books. we goblin avoid rumours at all cost." replied Sharpclaw replied

"what of Gryffindor and Slytherin, how can I get the Lordship?" Harry asked

"the last lords of ancient houses present in the round table of King Arthur like Slytherin and Gryffindor left an ancient relic. only those who worthy enough to Lord of such house can claim it. Godric Gryffindor who was the last lord of House Gryffindor left a goblin silver sword. it is made by the ancestors of present king Ragnork. it is believed Slytherin left a ancient locket of heavy gold created during origination of house Slytherin." Concluded Sharpclaw

Sharpclaw gave two letters from parents to him but instead of opening it he pocketed it then he concluded business with Potters and went into Black.

He promised the old man, he will try his best to bring back the legacy of Blacks, Black account manager Bloodfang give him a pensieve and some memories and each had a note attached to it from the old man about his younger life and friendship b/w his grandfather. He placed the pensieve in 4th chamber of his trunk which he brought from Victorian alley in America.

"Is there any other matter you would like to attend to?" The Goblin asked him some short time later.

"I'd like to make a withdrawal from my Potter trust vault please." Harry replied in cool polite tone.

"And do you have your key?" The Goblin asked as he looked down at Harry showing way too many pointy teeth in Harry's opinion.

"I'd look a fool if I didn't." Harry smoothly stated as he slid the key over the counter.

"Indeed." Agreed the Goblin as he picked up the key to examine closely.

he passed the key back to Harry. "That's all in order Mr. Potter." He then called over his shoulder in a Gobbledygook before Griphook came over and motioned for Harry to follow him, which he did after retrieving his vault key.

After what could only be described as a crazy cart ride deep under ground, the cart stopped in front of vault 687.he also saw a Giant in the ride. Harry followed the Griphook out of the car and towards the huge vault door, with the name Potter written above it in large gold letters.

"Key please." The Griphook held out his long fingered hand. He then unlocked and opened the vault door after Harry had passed him the key.

What would happen if anyone but a Potter or a Goblin tried to enter?" Harry asked as he watched Griphook opening the door

"they would be sucked inside and left there until one of us Goblin's checked for any intruders." The Goblin answered with a feral grin as the door finally swung fully open to reveal its full contents.

"How often do you check for intruders in vaults " asked Harry cautiously

"Once in 10 years" Griphook replied with a toothy grin.

As the door swung open, a large amount of green mist came billowing out. As he looked inside the vault. From floor to ceiling, the vault was piled with gold coins. Picking up a piece of yellowing parchment, Harry read.

Trust vault for Harry James Potter.

50'000 galleons

20'000 sickles

10'000 Knuts

Griphook hand him a bottomless and weightless money pouch.

" thank you Griphook ." Replied Harry as he turned back to his vault and began filling the pouch, completely missing the Goblin's look of surprise at the show of respect.

After he had pilled, what he felt was enough money into the bag Harry left the vault and the Goblin locked the door before handing Harry the key back. They both jumped back into the cart, which set off for an even longer, crazier ride. Finally the cart screeched to a halt in front of a vault marked number, 713 for the Giant person. He usually don't put his nose on other's business but he saw a red glint from small package the man dropping into large pocket of his abnormally large coat.

He decided to buy robes first, he is more comfortable in muggle suites but robes represents tradition of wizarding world.

"Hogwarts dear?" asked a grey haired woman who had come out from the back room upon hearing the shop bell ring.

"Yes Ma'am." Harry answered with a short bow of his head before he followed the woman into the back room at her motioning him too. As he entered the back room he noticed a blonde haired boy with a pale, slightly pointed face stood on a stool and also stood upon a stool was a short, slender, honey blonde haired girl. She had sparkling icy blue eyes and a emotionless mask on her face as though she is hiding something behind mask.

"Hullo." Said the boy "Hogwarts too?" he asked Harry as he was directed to step onto a stool in-between the boy and girl.

"What gave it away?" Harry asked in a sarcastic voice, causing the girl beside him to lips curl.

"Father's next door buying my books." Continued the boy obviously not understanding Harry's sarcastic tone. "And mother's up the street looking at wands." The boy had a drawling voice that was quickly getting on Harry's nerves. "Once I'm done here, I think I'll drag them up to the Quidditch shop to look at racing brooms."

"Well, the very best of luck to you with that then." Harry sarcastically replied to the boy who still did not seam to understand Harry's tone.

"I think I will bully father into buying me a broom and I'll smuggle it in somehow." The boy went on.

"He must be stupid if a twit like you can force him to buy a broomstick of all things ." Harry said to him, however, the blonde wasn't paying any attention to what Harry said as he continued talking.

"Do you play Quidditch?" the blonde asked even as the girl next to Harry was dying not to laugh aloud.

"No, I haven't." Was Harry' s reply

"Know what house you'll be sorted into?" the boy continued.

"Hufflepuff, the best house at Hogwarts." Replied Harry.

"You got be kidding me, Hufflepuff is a house of leftovers" the blonde proclaimed.

"Well no-one really knows until we get there, but I'll be in Slytherin since my entire family has been there for hundreds of years." The boy seemed oblivious to the fact that everyone was laughing at him.

"Not with an IQ less than a troll you won't." The girl and the shop assistants laughed but covered with cough at Harry's words to the idiot boy.

"There you're all done." Giggled a shop assistant to the boy.

"I am so going to enjoy tormenting the shit out of him for seven years." Harry said seemingly to himself as the girl snorted again.

"What material would you like for your robes, Nylon, Cotton or Silk?" Malkin asked Harry once the blonde boy had left.

"Silk Ma'am." Harry replied in a respectful tone his blank mask slipping back into place once more.

"What type of silk?"

"The best you have, Ma'am." Answered Harry who did not know there were different types, so went for the best. After he had been measured, Harry asked for everyday robes in blacks, dark silver, dark reds and two in dark almost black purples, he also ordered two dress robes, one black, and one dark green. Malkin told him his purchases would be ready in three hours,

Then he made his way over to Eeylops Owl Emporium. Inside, a lot of owl were fluttering about in their cages. Harry's eye was caught by a particular snowy one with amber eyes. He put a finger inside the cage to stroke her feathers.

The shopkeeper let out a startled sigh "that owl usually pecks everyone that put finger in her cage so I think she likes you"

harry replied " I will take her, she seems to be intelligent" as to prove the point she shared a look "damn right human".

"Add a perch, a cage and a year of owl treats," he said, having made his mind up.

"Are you sure? That owl's been biting whoever comes near it." Harry nodded once. The man carried the owl down along with all the other stuff. "That'll be 30 galleons." Harry forked over the money and took the owl.

"I think I'll name you Hedwig." The owl hooted happily and the he went over to the Leaky Cauldron to have some lunch.

As shopping ended he decide to eat an ice cream. When he started eating his ice cream, a girl with honey blonde with a icy blue eyes he seen form Madam Malkin's shop and her mother sat across him and ordered ice cream for them.

He knew even though he was famous they wouldn't recognize him , they were expecting the exact copy his father with glass and his mother's eyes with a lightning bolt scar on this fore head from 'You know who'. But he was different from their description he rectified his eyes so don't need any glass and for scar he had to thank the Old man for that, his scar was faded old thing. He had high cheekbones and raven black messy hair that he kept short, he was starting to grow it out now. A couple of strands fell lazy on his fore head. He looked good and he knew it. All he got from parents is eyes from mother, hair and some facial things from father

She was about his age so hopping she is going to hogwarts he asked "are you starting hogwarts this year too?".

" yes I am, what is your name ?" she replied coolly

. He grinned "Hadrian potter at your service and What's yours my lady?"

both women's eye widened as they s quickly glanced to forehead which turns to a confusion but girl composed herself before answering

" I am Daphne Greengrass, Heiress of house Greengrass and this is my mother Lady Roxanne Greengrass. He kissed their knuckles in a very pureblood manner. 'Even though she had a stoic mask on her face she is beautiful' he thought. Both women raised an eyebrows at the mannerism shown by boy who lived, They are expecting a arrogant Dumbledore's golden boy who looks like he was merlin gifted wizard kind. But here sitting a confident yet not arrogant, gentle And he is lacking the lightning bolt scar on his fore head that most people talked about. They are more confused at this, they wanted to ask about scar but thought better of that.

"However sorry ladies, as much as l would like to spend time with two lovely ladies I have to bid you a good bye for now hopefully we can see in hogwarts express I have a appointment to keep" he said warmly.

"okay you are quite a mystery and charmer I see". Roxanne said

He bid them good bye and went into Chris's magical spectacles and got a good glass with anti legilimency charm, anti fog charm and transform into sunglass at will. and wander the diagonal alley a bit.

From flourish and blotts he brought a book namedart of War by sun Tzuand some advanced mind arts books and strategical duels. He decided stay on leaky cauldron. He would have chose a room in muggle world but due to the statue of secrecy he can't do any magic in mundane world. The underage magic won't do anything to him as his wand is custom made and untraceable. He slept that night peacefully with memory of encounter with Gellert.

1 month ago

Harry entered into a well-known American Wand maker Gellert's shop

"I want a custom made wand and untraceable too, could you make me one?" he said

the man replied " I would if you have enough gold". as if to prove that point harry put a sack of galleon on table, the man motioned towards inner working space, harry entered that place on one side there are several woods and on the other side there are substances for cores.

The wandmaker nodded in acceptance, "Well, you came here looking for a wand. Let's get you started. First-things-first, I'll need to take some measurements."

"now which is your Wand arm?". Gellert said

"I am ambidextrous sir" Harry asked

"Oh" exclaimed Gellert happily, the magic tape automatically measuring the boy

"Now, Mr. Potter, I'll need you to run your hand over the tiny wood samples I have here on the table" at this, he gestured to the slivers of wood he had set in rows. "There are dozens, yes, but you'll need to go over every single one, and then let me know which one gives you the greatest feeling of warmth." Harry walked over and began.

He moved his hands above the samples but none gave the desired effect. Some just felt too cold while some gave him a shock. Finally on the last sample, he felt a warming feeling. The heat wasn't too intense, just calming, like on a warm sunny day.

He picked it up relishing the feeling of warmth. The wood was a rich blue in colour with gold spots in between.

When Harry showed Gellert the sample the wandmaker looked like Christmas just came early. "Oh...my " He exclaimed joyously. "These wood has chosen you. It is a very special Mr. Potter. This is from the core of Yew that survived a lightning strike, and Elm... wow. They have a specialty Mr Potter, these two woods never cooperate each other. If these woods set aside their enmity to serve you, you will be a wizard to watch" The wandmaker paused for a while letting Harry grasp the information. "Moving on, you'll need to repeat the process with my selection of cores" he gestured to myriad of jars and containers with a smirk, "Same process as before." With a wave of his, own wand, all the lids and tops of the containers opened themselves, and vanished.

Harry walked over with an amused sigh, and began to run hands over the tops. He distantly heard, "It is okay to have more than one core as well. Multiple cores tend to make for some very interesting and powerful wands". By the end of the process, he felt warmth from a shimmering white feather and a string of reddish-orange tissue.

Gellert looked ready to faint. "Dammit! A heartstring of ice dragon and the heartstring of a Nundu, you are not going to be an easy customer Mr. Potter. Your wand will be an interesting one, Harry, but I'll make sure it is one to be proud of. Come after 13 days and I'll get your wand ready."

On these 13 days he couldn't keep his excitement in check. He waited for few more minutes on the 13th day for Gellert to came back with a black wooden box.

"Here you go Mr. Potter. Your wand was a feisty one, but I am pleases to say it was my most powerful creation yet. "He said. "Go ahead, open it."

Taking the box, he reverently opened it. Words couldn't do justice to the beautiful work in front of him. The wand was a rich blue in colour with fine gold lines spiraling along its length. The moment he grasped it, he could feel his magic establish a connection with the powerful tool. He gave an experimental swirl and a bolt of lightning burst from his wand.

Stunned, Harry looked down at the wand in his hand, then back up at Gellert, multiple times. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but no words came out. Gellert chuckled, reading his newest customer's thoughts. "You're welcome. Now that'll be 200 galleons."

You are very interesting wizard and have an astonishing personality" Gellert said

"What do you mean" harry asked

"As old British Wand maker Ollivander said 'Wand chooses the wizard' and chosen by his personality. The wood elm represents gentleness, you care for others who you trust but people have to earn your trust first and it is difficult since you always be on edge, yew make very powerful wands only a powerful men can wield a yew Wand. As for ice dragon it is a Grey type dragon they are not dangerous but can be ruthless if needed,you don't react kindly to those who attack your card ones. They do not attack a innocent person but did not hesitate to maim or kill if attacked. And Nundu is a alpha personality. It is quite rare to have all these personalities " Gellert calmly replied

"Actually sir, I wanted to ask you a question if you don't mind." Harry waited for the man to nod, then continued.

"Sir earlier you said that my wand cores were a powerful combination that you have never made before. If that was so, then why don't you make every wand made from such powerful ingredients? If indeed the wand decides the power of a wizard, then won't every magical folk want a powerful tool?"

Gellert looked at Harry with a mixture of pride and admiration. "Very good Mr. Potter, it is the first time a wizard has observed such a thing. The answer however, is quite the opposite. The wand as you put it doesn't decide the power of a wizard. That is determined by the wizard himself. The wand is just a conducting medium if you will. It just serves as a base to direct your magic. As for the cores, well, they are decided by a wizard's power level, the more powerful a wizard gets, the more powerful conductor he would need, hence the power difference between the cores. Now just for theory Mr. Potter if you were to say, use my wand do you think you would be able to perform magic? No, because your power levels are so high that my wand won't be able to conduct your magic, the same is true vice-versa, the only difference in my case is that my magic levels are nowhere enough to even power your wand much less cast spells with it. Get it?"

Harry nodded understandingly. "Thank you for the insight sir. Have a nice day. Where did I can get more knowledge on wand lore?" harry asked excitedly. Gellert replied by recommending some books on wand lore.