Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or any such franchises. The only ideas that I own are my own that I write down here for you all to enjoy. And unfortunately, I've yet to make any money off of these ideas of mine. (T.T)
To those of you ranting about why Harry didn't think of getting a new wand, you'll get a bit of an explanation this chapter. To those reading, you need to understand that not every issue is going to be resolved in the same chapter that it's introduced. Some things will be solved or explained further in the next or following chapters.
This will also be the end of me responding to people just ranting about what they don't like about the story. If you have something actually constructive to say, then you'll get a response. But to anyone just complaining about what or how I'm writing, well I truly don't care.
With that out of the way, let's get onto the story!
-A Tale of Wings and Fangs-
Chapter 11
With the morning sun came a new day, and a new Harry Potter as well. Though none would notice it at first, there was a change in the air.
Waking up in the large bedroom space that his trunk provided Harry let out a slow sigh as his mind drifted back to the previous day's events. And as he thought back to all that had happened, he felt the anger build up at the blatant betrayal he'd suffered at the hands of his so-called friends.
Even when Hermione and Ron had doubted him and called him a liar, he'd still held out the hope that they would come to their senses once he was able to show some proof. He hadn't wanted to lose the two closest friends he had in the world, magical and non-magical. He would have accepted the harsh words and accusations if the two had apologized, but things had changed.
The physical beating had broken something in Harry. And the knowledge that his best friends had then stolen from him shattered his trust to pieces. And as he thought of all that had happened in the past five days Harry came to a decision.
He was done giving second chances to people. He'd given the school a second chance after the whole debacle with the Heir of Slytherin. All that the second chance had done was lead to an even worse wound when the entire school turned on him once again with such ease.
If people wanted to turn on him, then he would do the same in turn. Thankfully, Harry wasn't entirely on his own even after the school had turned on him. Hagrid was still his friend, he still had Hedwig, and the professors would be able to help.
But even as Harry thought the idea up, he already began to doubt it. The professors at the school had been painfully lacking when it came to help in the past. The incident with the troll, the philosopher's stone, and the basilisk all came to mind very quickly.
But also, Harry had Fleur and Gabrielle on his side. He was tentative to believe and trust them fully, but he needed someone in his corner, and the two had done a lot to win his trust in only a few short hours. The fact that Gabby had helped save him from an even worse beating and then had Fleur heal him was enough to make him trust the two. But even then, if the two betrayed him he wouldn't hesitate to cut them off.
The annoying part of the day was going to be going around with his eyes changed. It was going to draw a great deal of attention, but Harry didn't really have another option. While he was good at Transfiguration, glasses were rather difficult to make. The young wizard had tried to make a pair the previous night before bed, but all he'd been able to produce was a pair of regular glass lenses on a frame. He'd need to find somewhere that could make glasses to get a proper pair.
If he planned to unveil his animagus form during the first task, though, Harry would need to try and register his form. Sirius had mentioned that being an unregistered animagus could lead to fines, so he would have to find a way to get registered before the first task came around.
Getting changed into his robes, Harry was glad that either Fleur or Gabby had used some basic cleaning charms to get rid of the dirt, mud, and dried blood that had been on his uniform.
Looking up at the small ladder that led to the outside world, Harry stopped to think about the pair of Veela that had helped him out.
There was something about the two girls, more specifically Gabrielle, that put Harry at ease. He wasn't sure what it was, though he greatly suspected it had something to do with their allure. It wasn't a bad feeling, per se, but it was strange to feel after only just meeting the pair.
In the end Harry was just lucky that the other Gryffindor boys had been scared off by the honey blonde, blue eyed Veela.
She really did have beautiful eyes.
"God where did that thought come from?" Harry mumbled to himself, his cheeks feeling slightly hot as he did his best to think of something, anything, else. He had to find a way to survive the death trap of a tournament he was stuck in, it wasn't a good time to think about a pretty witch.
Pushing aside some distracting thoughts, Harry pulled out the communication mirror. He had to try and catch Sirius up.
-A Tale of Wings and Fangs-
It took about a half hour to explain the situation to Sirius and try to calm the man down. Harry idly realized that he'd been doing that particular activity a lot. If Harry had been furious about the betrayal of his friends, Sirius was downright livid. Having already had his life ruined thanks to a betrayal of his own, Sirius was not a fan of Ron and Hermione after what he'd been told.
In no uncertain terms, Sirius had banned either of the two from ever stepping foot in any house he owned. Though he was sorry for Harry, he did agree with the boy's choice to cut out the pair.
Hearing about the loss of Harry's wand had taken up a majority of the time the two had spoken. The pair had bounced around ideas of what to do, and Sirius had suggested that he would look to see if any of his family had left wands in the house after their death. Unfortunately, the tradition was often for pureblood wizards and witches to be buried with their wands, so the chances were small.
Harry explained how he planned to use his animagus form for the first task, whatever it was, in case things got bad. The suggestion was made to get another wand, but Harry had explained how he didn't exactly have a legal guardian who could take him to Diagon Alley to get a new wand. At least, he didn't have one that wasn't hunted by the ministry.
The suggestion to ask a professor to take him was made, but Harry was hesitant to try and get help from the professors. Finally, he tentatively agreed to Sirius' idea after a fair bit of pleading from the older man.
Once the call had finished, Harry made his way out of the trunk and found the transfigured divider still up in front of his trunk. Gently knocking on it, he tried to get the attention of anyone in the room.
"Harry? You're awake?" Fleur's voice rang out just above a whisper.
"I'm up." Harry replied, keeping his voice quiet as well for whatever reason.
The reason became clear soon enough as Fleur dropped the spell on the divider, turning it back into a table and allowing Harry to see the rest of the room.
Fleur was up, dressed in her Beauxbatons uniform and sitting by a small desk that the room had. In the bed was Gabrielle, still bundled up under the covers and sleeping.
"Is everything alright?" Without a wand Harry wasn't able to easily check the time, but he could see the sun was already rising into the sky.
"Gabby had an emotional night. I decided to let her sleep in a bit." The older Veela responded.
"Did something happen after I went to sleep?" Harry asked, showing a bit of concern.
"Non, nothing happened. It's just that-" Fleur trailed off a bit, seeming to think of what best to say.
"Gabby is too nice for her own good. Sometimes she suffers for it." She explained.
"What does that mean?" Harry asked.
Fleur gestured for Harry to join her at the desk. After quietly grabbing a chair and moving to sit with the blonde, she continued.
"Gabby is what you'd call an Empath." Upon seeing the confusion on Harry's face, Fleur went on to explain further. "An empath is a witch or wizard who is able to read and feel the emotions of those around them. It's a rare gift much like a Metamorphmagus."
Getting a silent nod from Harry, Fleur resumed.
"You need to understand that being an Empath is a double-edged sword, Harry. My sister can feel the emotions of people around her. When she first started being able to do so, she couldn't control it, much like her allure. Now she has enough control that she can choose when to use her talents. But when she does, she feels the emotions of all around her. And being Veela she can feel the jealousy and anger that gets directed towards us. It has made things difficult for her."
The pair glanced over at the sleeping form of Gabrielle, who appeared to be soundly sleeping.
"I love my sister, and I've to do my best to protect her. But being an empath there are things I just can't protect her from. Gabby had a friend in her year. Gabby always could send a great deal of pain, anger, fear from her. It was only last year when she was pulled out of Beauxbatons that we learned that her mother had been abusing her. Gabby was inconsolable for days. She had been able to feel her friend's emotions and she had never thought to try and help her."
At the mention of being abused, Harry barely managed to hide a flinch. The conversation was dangerously close to something he truly didn't want to bring up. Thankfully Fleur seemed to either not notice or didn't press further on the topic.
"You make it sound like it's all bad."
Gabby's voice caused both Harry and Fleur to jump and swiftly turn towards the bed. Gabrielle, who had previously been sleeping, was wide awake and watching the two from the bed.
"It's true that I can feel all the bad things. And it's true that I regret not helping Yvette. But it's not all bad. I can feel how you, Papa, and Maman love me. I can tell when someone really wants to be my friend and when it's just the allure." She pointed out.
"How long have you been awake for?" Fleur asked after Gabby had finished.
"Long enough to hear you telling Harry about me being an Empath. And even if I can feel people's emotions, it will help when I try to become a healer. I can tell when people are in pain or lying to me." Gabby added.
"So, you can tell what I'm feeling right now?" Harry asked.
"I could if I wanted to. But I don't like to use my abilities often around people I don't know. It feels like an invasion of privacy. I get to feel every emotion they feel, even if they don't want others to feel it."
The response from Gabby really made it sink in for Harry just how difficult being an Empath could be. Not only was it difficult to deal with, but the response from other people likely wasn't very good either.
"I can sympathize with that a bit." Harry replied. "I'm a Parslemouth. People in Britain don't really like Parslemouths much. I was the school pariah second year because I saved someone from a snake for speaking it."
Of course, Harry left out the part of the story that included a basilisk roaming the halls and having to fight said basilisk with a sword and no wand.
"A Parslemouth! Can you show us?" Gabby asked excitedly.
The excitement got a chuckle from Harry, and he decided to show off a little bit. He imagined the visage of Asmodeus in his mind and began to speak in Parsletongue.
To Harry he was speaking actual words, but to the two Veela it sounded like the boy-who-lived was hissing like a snake.
The performance ended when Harry gave an exaggerated, joking bow. In response he got a few laughs from the pair.
"Well, if they throw magical snakes at us, we know who will win the tournament." Fleur joked.
"With my luck, that'll never happen." Harry shot back.
With the tournament mentioned, the atmosphere in the room grew a bit heavier.
"Harry you should try asking the headmaster or one of the professors about your wand. You also need to tell someone about those boys. They can't get away with hurting you like that!" Gabrielle spoke up as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"I've thought of that already this morning. I'll try, but I'm not sure how well it will work." Harry admitted.
Rather than elaborate further, Harry grabbed his cloak out of his pocket and threw it on.
"I'll get going now." He spoke.
Before Harry could get the hood of the cloak over his head, he was stopped as a hand fell on his shoulder.
"Let us come with you." Fleur spoke up.
"She's right. Having someone who saw what happened could make the story more believable!" Gabby added.
A part of Harry wanted to argue against it, but having some eyewitness accounts could be useful. It didn't hurt that spending time with the two girls was rather nice, like having some more friends.
"I'll wait outside then." He replied.
With the two Veela appeased for the moment, Harry covered himself fully with the cloak and snuck his way out of the Beauxbatons carriage. It was a good choice since there were already a few girls up and moving.
Once he was out of the carriage, Harry tucked his cloak away in his pocket and took a walk around the area to organize his thoughts. He was so distracted that he didn't notice the approaching figure until the man was a few feet away.
"Harry!"
Looking up, Harry couldn't hide his smile at seeing his first friend in the wizarding world. Hagrid towered over the young wizard, a wide smile on his face as he moved in to pull the smaller boy into a hug.
"HI Hagrid." Harry was able to get out once the half-giant had released him.
"All this bollocks about you and the tournament. Some of the professor even believe it, despite what I be telling them." The large man explained.
Hearing that Hagrid actually believed him was a large weight off of Harry's shoulders. So far, it seemed like Hagrid, Fleur, and Gabrielle were the only ones really on his side.
"Now as much as I want to catch up with you, I've got something serious to talk about. Meet me outside my hut tomorrow night and bring your cloak."
The expression on his face was far more serious that Harry was used to seeing from Hagrid, so he merely nodded in agreement.
"Can you at least tell me what's going on?" He asked.
"Not now, but I can show you tomorrow." The half-giant explained.
Despite his shaky trust at the moment, Harry found it hard not to trust the man who'd brought him into the world of magic. Hagrid had been nothing but a true friend since he'd met him, so Harry would continue to trust the taller man.
"Tomorrow, then." He nodded.
"Good lad. Now get going, I've got a class to prepare for." Hagrid said with a jovial pat to Harry's back that nearly sent the young man falling to the ground.
As the half-giant lumbered away, Harry made his way back towards the Beauxbatons carriage. He found Gabby and Fleur waiting for him, wearing some slightly warmer clothes than they had originally arrived in. While warming charms helped, sometimes warmer clothes were just the simpler option.
"Lead the way, Harry. You know your school better than us." Fleur suggested as the two fell in to follow behind the boy-who-lived.
"Let's try Professor McGonagall first. She's supposed to be my head of house."
As Harry lead the way to the castle, the two sisters shared a look. Neither had missed the way Harry claimed McGonagall was supposed to be his head of house.
-A Tale of Wings and Fangs-
It didn't take long for the group of three to get to the Transfiguration professor's office. Classes hadn't started yet so it was the most likely place for her to be. Knocking on the door, Harry stood back and waited.
"Ah Mr. Potter. What did you need? And what happened to your eyes?" The Scottish woman asked as she opened the door and spotted the odd group.
"Muggle contact lenses." Harry lied swiftly. "I need your help, professor. Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Cormac kicked me out of the Gryffindor dorms. They pulled me out and-"
Harry was swiftly cut off as the older woman held up a hand, giving the young wizard an annoyed look.
"Mr. Potter, I know that you and Mr. Weasley have not been getting along, but that is no reason to try and exaggerate the situation and attempt to get him in trouble."
Harry's lips thinned and his eyes narrowed as his anger grew. Behind him, Fleur and Gabrielle's jaws dropped at the swift dismissal of the issue. But McGonagall wasn't done.
"I don't understand how you got around the headmaster's magic, but you should have expected that doing so would get people angry at you. I'm sure Mr. Weasley will calm down after an apology and things will go back to normal." The Scottish professor droned.
By that point Gabrielle had gathered her wits and had grown angry as well. She moved past Harry and looked to the Transfiguration professor.
"You don't understand! They broke Harry's-"
Before she could really get going, a hand on her shoulder stopped the girl cold in her tracks. A quick look over her shoulder revealed Harry lightly gripping her shoulder, an uncaring look in his eyes as he glanced at his head of house.
"She's not worth the effort. She won't listen to us. She never does." Harry explained, his voice cold and angry.
His response left McGonagall gaping in shock. And as the trio turned, led away by Harry, they could hear her angrily call out.
"Mr. Potter!"
Instead of turning, Harry instead kept walking until the professor was out of view. The moment that the group had gotten far enough away, Fleur stopped the Gryffindor exile and stared him down.
"What was that, Harry? Why did you stop Gabby from telling her?" She asked.
Instead of replying immediately, Harry just shook his head. "Professor McGonagall isn't worth it at this point. I've tried asking her for help before in the past and she's never listened. I'm done putting in the effort for people that don't believe me."
"Then what do we do now? You can't just let those horrible people get away with doing this to you!" Gabrielle insisted.
"I'll try the headmaster. But I don't think I want to go back anymore. I'll probably just live out of my trunk at this point." Harry admitted.
"Living in a trunk is far from acceptable for a student, Mr. Potter." A familiar voice called out.
The sudden introduction made all three students jump and turn towards the source. In the middle of the hall was Professor Flitwick. The diminutive professor was giving Harry a curious look as he wandered over.
"I was on my way to get some breakfast when I heard that, and I'm rather curious why you feel like you'd need to live inside your trunk, Mr. Potter." He asked.
"Getting kicked out of Gryffindor tower doesn't leave me with many options, professor." Harry replied sarcastically.
Flitwick looked surprised at first before his expression grew stormy.
"I'm sorry, it sounded like you said that you were kicked out of Gryffindor tower. Please explain." He said shortly, his voice tinged with anger.
"Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Cormack McLaggen physically kicked me out of the Gryffindor common room and told me if I ever came back, they would start throwing spells."
It was only the professor's anger that made Harry even bother explaining. His trust in the Hogwarts staff was badly shaken, but the anger shown by Flitwick had been enough to get Harry to take a shot.
"And what has Professor McGonagall done about this?" Flitwick then asked.
"Nothing, professor. We just came from her office, and she didn't believe us." Harry's tone, unlike Flitwick's, was blank and near emotionless. He had already bottled up the anger he felt to be used later.
If the man had looked angry before, he looked utterly furious after Harry's words.
"Come with me. The hallway is no place to discuss this. Breakfast can wait, we'll talk in my office."
Not giving the group a chance to respond, Flitwick stormed away towards his office with surprising speed for such a short man. Fleur, Gabrielle, and Harry rushed to catch up to him.
When the group got to the Charms office, Flitwick closed the door and swiftly cast a variety of spells. Of the lot, Harry only recognized a locking charm of sorts and a silencing spell cast on the door. With the spell work done, the Charms professor turned to look at the group.
"Tell me everything."
-A Tale of Wings and Fangs-
Harry had recounted all he could remember about the incident, from the bullying that his own house had been inflicting on him, to getting stunned and beaten by the four Gryffindors, to their threats against him.
Gabrielle filled in with her portion of the story and of helping bring Harry to get healed. Fleur, in turn, explained the extent of Harry's injuries and how she'd healed him as much as she could.
By the time the group had finished, more than a half hour had passed and Flitwick looked angry enough to start throwing curses. It was a side of the diminutive man that Harry hadn't seen before.
"And you said that they had your wand, Mr. Potter? And that you found his wand burnt and broken, Miss Delacour?" He finally asked once the group had finished.
Getting nods from the two students, Flitwick moved towards the window and opened it.
"Accio Harry Potter's wand." The professor called.
For a solid thirty seconds nothing happened. But just as Harry was about to say something, a stream of ash and small fragments of burnt wood flowed into Flitwick's hands. For a moment the group were silent before the professor spoke up.
"Were it my choice, I'd have all four of those boys expelled right this moment. Unfortunately, only the headmaster can do such things. I'll be speaking to him and Professor McGonagall soon, but first we have a more important task to do." The man's expression was positively stormy.
Flitwick turned, making his way to a door inside the office and gesturing the group of students to follow him. While they were confused, Gabby, Harry, and Fleur followed as the professor led them into his own living area.
Flitwick made a beeline straight towards the fireplace and grabbed some Floo powder.
"Diagon Alley."
As the flames turned a vibrant green, the Charms professor turned towards the group and spoke up.
"Mr. Potter, you and I will be going and getting you a new wand. While normally students wouldn't be allowed off of school grounds other than for Hogsmede visits, I believe that this will qualify as an emergency."
Harry was ecstatic at the news. Without Flitwick's help, Harry had no way of reaching Diagon Alley to get a new wand. While Hogsmede had a variety of magical shops, it wasn't home to any wandmakers.
Stepping towards the flames, Harry hesitated a moment and turned towards the two French girls that had already helped him.
"Professor. Would it be ok if Fleur and Gabrielle came with us?" He asked.
The question drew a small smile from the professor and Fleur, as well as a beaming grin from Gabrielle.
"Since I will be coming along with you, I don't see an issue with you bringing some friends, as long as they stick with us." Flitwick replied.
"And before we leave." The professor paused for a moment and looked towards Harry, casting a quick spell.
"I would like an explanation of what has happened to your eyes once we return, Mr. Potter, but for now we have something more urgent to get to." The short man explained.
"If you're helping me get a new wand then I think I can tell you that at the least, professor."
-A Tale of Wings and Fangs-
Even if it meant inventing a new form of transportation, Harry figured that it would be worth it not to use the Floo network.
Hearing the quiet giggling of Fleur and Gabby behind him only made Harry double down on his choice.
Floo travel was not for him.
While Flitwick, Gabrielle, and Fleur had all made it through just fine, Harry had stumbled through and fallen face first upon popping out of the Floo.
Making it to Ollivander's shop wasn't very difficult thanks to Flitwick.
Even though it was still rather early in the morning, Diagon Alley had still been busy when the group had arrived. More than a few people had recognized Harry and a few men along the way were entranced by the passive allure of the Veela sisters.
With Flitwick guiding the group and getting other witches and wizards to back off, the group got to the wandmaker's shop safely and in good time.
Upon entering the group were startled by the shop owner as he seemingly appeared behind the door.
"Ah Filius, Mr. Potter. I can't say I expected to see you both in my shop again so soon."
Flitwick, used to Ollivander's common tactic, wasn't surprised by the man. The three students, on the other hand, jumped. "I can't say I expected to be back so soon, Garrick."
"And I don't believe I've ever seen you two before in my shop. You're both a bit old to be first years, so I'm guessing you've both gotten your wands elsewhere." The wandmaker continued.
"Oui. Our wands were made by Monsieur Jacques." Fleur explained.
"Jacques? I haven't seen that man in ages. It seems he still hasn't lost his edge, though. Would you mind if I see your wands?"
At his question, both Fleur and Gabby volunteered their wands to be checked over by the wand maker.
"Rosewood and Veela hair, hmm? Quite an interesting combination." It was astounding that the man could tell the core just from looking at the wand for a few moments.
"It was a hair from my grandmother." Fleur explained.
"Yes, that would work quite well. It would respond best to you and not many outside of your direct family."
Turning towards Gabby, the man spent a few seconds examining her wand as well.
"Willow and Veela hair, likely from the same source I'd imagine. It's quite the potent wand for a healer." Ollivander assessed.
"It is my end goal." Gabby replied, happy at the assessment.
"Both of your wands are in excellent condition. I imagine that you two are not the reason why you all are here." At that he turned to look at Harry. "Has your wand been damaged, Mr. Potter?"
In response to the question, Flitwick waved his wand and the pile of soot, ash, and burnt wood floated onto the counter for Ollivander to observe.
It was the first time Harry ever saw the wandmaker look angry as he gazed at the burnt remains of Harry's wand.
"I see." Came Ollivander's cold response.
After a few moments the anger was wiped from his face, and he smiled at the group.
"Unfortunately, you went through my stock rather thoroughly during our last encounter, and I've yet to make any more wands that wouldn't be a mix of what we have already tested."
The words made Harry's heart sink to his stomach.
"But that just means that this endeavor will be a bit more costly for you than a normal wand. It's been quite some time since I've taken on a custom order. Follow me."
Ollivander waved a hand, gesturing for the group to follow him as he moved into the back of the shop. A workshop had been prepared, and the group watched as the older wandmaker set up a variety of small wooden blocks and another row of small boxes full of magical wand cores.
"First thing first, hold your hand over this box, Mr. Potter. It should feel warm."
Despite the man's assurance, as Harry held his hand over the box, he didn't feel any warmth.
"It's cold." He replied.
"Interesting. Mr. Potter, have you gone through any sort of major events recently? Something that would change how you feel about the world or something that would greatly affect you physically?"
The question brought up a couple ideas in Harry's mind, but primarily the phoenix tears and basilisk venom in his bloodstream and the recent changes to his attitude.
"Yes. Why?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Well, you see, Mr. Potter, when a witch or wizard goes through events such as what I just described, the requirements of a suitable wand can change. For example, losing an arm or a leg could lead to needing a slightly shorter, longer, thinner, or thicker wand. And emotional trauma or great changes in world view can cause a disconnect with a wand."
Ollivander opened the small box in his hand, revealing a beautiful red feather.
"What you just tested was a phoenix tail feather. While it isn't from the same source as your previous wand, it should have had some connection to you. But you claim that it is cold. That means that something about you has changed since we last met. It also means that you'll need a new wand core and wood."
The man nudged Harry closer to the workstation, gesturing to the variety of woods and small boxes.
"I want you to slowly move your hands over each wood type and each wand core. Whichever feel the warmest, tell me." Ollivander explained.
Following the man's instructions, Harry slowly moved his right hand over each of the wood blocks prepared. A few felt warm under his hand, but none felt like the warmth he'd had while holding his wand the first time.
Mid way through the prepared samples Harry physically recoiled from the heat he felt. Without even needing to say anything, Ollivander leaned in picked up the red colored block of wood.
"Cherry wood. Interesting. Alright Mr. Potter, try out the cores that I have prepared."
Not knowing much about wand lore, Harry couldn't make any assumptions about the wood he'd chosen. Reaching out towards the cores assembled behind the woods, Harry paused. His hand was hovering over a dark, black colored wood.
"This one feels hot as well." Harry spoke up.
"Two woods for a wand, and ebony as well? You really are going to make this a challenge, Mr. Potter." Ollivander said. Despite his words, the man had a small grin on his face as he grabbed the small block.
Once again Harry reached out, hovering his hands over each of the boxes lined up. But one by one, each felt cold to the touch. Only one or two even felt slightly warm under his fingers.
As Harry was losing hope, he got to the last box set up. Immediately he felt a warmth emanating from the core inside. Ollivander's grin grew even wider as he took the box and assembled the three parts together.
"Cherry, ebony, and thestral tail hair. Mr. Potter, this will easily be the most challenging wand I've ever made. It will also likely be the most powerful I'll ever make."
The group looked surprised at the revelation, especially Flitwick.
"Cherry wood is a powerful one, and wands made of cherry can be especially powerful and deadly. Ebony wands tend to be great towards all kinds of combative magic, Transfiguration above all. It is a strong wood meant for those with powerful wills. But the thestral hair is the most interesting part. I've never made a wand with thestral hair. In fact, that core is the only one I have of that type."
The surprise on the faces of the group was clear for all to see, but Ollivander wasn't done yet.
"Thestral hair is incredibly hard to work with, but the results speak for themselves. They are distinctly attuned to those who have been close with death. Wands with thestral hair are known to be powerful, even more so when their wielder is in life threatening danger. Mr. Potter, this wand will be a survivor's wand. Built for combat with a heavy lean towards Transfiguration. It will be incredibly powerful, and I would suggest practicing before you cast a spell at anyone."
As Ollivander finished, Harry had to pick his jaw up off of the ground. The wand that the man described was incredible!
"And... how much will this cost?" Harry asked.
"Normally custom orders range from ten galleons to the range of twenty depending on difficulty. Your wand, though, will be far more difficult. Thirty galleons will be the price for this wand. It will take me about two hours to make as well."
The price caused Gabrielle and Fleur to stare in shock. While their family was very well off, thirty galleons for a wand was absurd.
"Deal."
Harry didn't even hesitate though. He had more galleons than he knew what to do with, though he would need to visit Gringotts to get enough galleons for his wand as well as a side trip that he wanted to make.
As the group walked out of Ollivander's, Gabby moved towards Harry's side and was practically bouncing with excitement.
"Harry your wand is unbelievable! You need to show me when you get it. It sounds like you'll be able to do so much with it." She exclaimed.
The excitement drew a chuckle from Flitwick and Fleur before the professor spoke up.
"While it will be a very powerful wand, the knowledge of the wizard holding it is what will make it more powerful." He explained.
"I'm already searching through as many books as I can for useful spells. I'm behind everyone else in this tournament." Harry admitted.
"Well, Mr. Potter, I wouldn't mind taking you on for some extra lessons. I know a fair bit about dueling so I could teach you some things." Flitwick casually suggested.
The offer left Harry floored and unable to respond for a moment. In just an hour the Charms professor had already done so much to help him, and here the man was offering to train him for the tournament.
"If it's not too much effort for you, professor. If you can train me, that would be amazing." Harry responded quickly.
The diminutive man just grinned and laughed a little.
"I wouldn't be offering if it was too much trouble. Monday thru Friday, meet me at my office after classes are all done for the day. I'll do my best to make sure my best student survives this awful tournament." The professor explained.
Harry had just enough time to give Flitwick a heartfelt thanks before the group stepped inside the marble halls of Gringotts.
Getting to a teller only took a couple minutes.
"May your enemies fall to your blade, Master Teller." Flitwick spoke up, drawing some attention from the surrounding goblins.
"And may your gold forever flow. Welcome honor-blood. What do you require today?" The teller replied.
It was the nicest many had ever seen a goblin act towards a witch or wizard.
"I'm not in need of your services at the moment. Though this young man is." Flitwick explained, gesturing to Harry.
Taking it as his cue, the young wizard stepped up to the teller and pulled his key out.
"Harry Potter here to withdraw some galleons from my trust vault."
The goblin's eyes widened a fraction as he heard the name. But as he took the key, his eyes fully widened. Quickly he pressed a button and hopped down from his seat.
"You will follow me, Mr. Potter. You may bring your guests." The goblin explained.
Harry looked back at the group; confusion clear on his face. He was greeted by similar looks, even from Flitwick.
"It's best that we follow him. The goblins don't normally do things like this. And if you were in danger, you'd have been killed upon entering the bank, Mr. Potter." Flitwick explained.
Hesitating for only a moment, Harry soon followed behind the goblin as the group were led through the halls.
Eventually the teller stopped before a door and allowed the group inside. As it shut behind Flitwick, the sole goblin in the room turned to face the gathered witches and wizards.
"My name is Irongast." The goblin introduced himself. He was dressed finely in a full suit and had a rather annoyed expression on his face. "I am the Potter family account manager. We've been trying to reach you for nearly a week, so you can imagine my surprise when you arrive here with no notice or reply. So please, do tell me why you are so late Lord Potter?"
-A Tale of Wings and Fangs-
And that's chapter 11 done!
This one was fun to like, and I hope you all enjoy my choices of woods and core for Harry's wand. You'll see how Harry's wand comes out as well as the rest of the trip in the next chapter. After that comes Hagrid's not so little secret and the weighing of the wands.
As I said last chapter, I'll be putting responses to reviews down here at the bottom from now on. I've been getting enough that it's easier to put down here where it's easier to skip.
Cleddyf- And a new wand he shall get. The tasks won't be done wandless, that I can promise.
scyfly- What was stopping him was no way to get it himself. Harry can't apparate and the Floos at Hogwarts are controlled by the professors and Dumbledore. Going to Hogsmede wouldn't fix it either since there isn't a wandmaker there.
bahnannah- Oh that was definitely part of the plan. Gabby and Fleur are very likely to join in on the payback, and probably do some of their own.
plums- Backtracking to Harry's POV was pretty necessary. Details are needed for some stuff, and it sets up points for the future.
vijaypadma9631- Who ever said that Moody is fake? You'll have to read and find out what's going on, but I can say that something odd is definitely going on. And yes, I was able to improve a bit with some of the critiques, but there is a difference between actual constructive critiques and useless bashing.
Ironhidensh- I'm still on the fence about Hermione, to be honest. Ron is going to get bashed hard, I'm dead set on that. Hermione I'm debating on whether to leave her bashed or give her redemption.
albus potter-greengrass- There will be punishment, don't worry.
jhechavarria- There will be some pranks, but that's just because that's easier to get away with. But don't worry there will be proper revenge. Just gotta balance it to not make Harry seem like he's 'going dark'.
Guest 1- It was a lot, so I'm moving them down here. But I will respond to the people who review. Though people talking shit will be ignored now.
Ratchetx7- He will, hopefully soon. Here's the next chapter though!
arata7kasuga- Who knows if it's Barty or not. As for the map, Harry isn't going to just walk around with the map out in the open. He's not going to check it constantly. He'd just get it confiscated that way. I will admit that Dobby will likely be how Harry finds the Room of Requirement though.
N. A. Wennerholm- You're quite harsh, aren't you? Here's the big thing though. The rules of London and the non-magical world don't mean shit to wizards. And it doesn't mean much in this story. Maybe in a future one.
Metalloid- Let them die? Nah, that's the easy way out. They're gonna suffer!
danny9969- Harry was rather pessimistic about his views. He was thinking of the worst-case scenario. Thankfully it didn't happen.
phoenix-rob- Thanks! It means a lot to me! As to your question, this chapter and future chapters will answer a lot.
Th. K- Thanks for the compliment. As for why, it's still only Harry's fourth year in the magical world. He doesn't know everything.
Dragonstar125- Oh you'll see some interesting stuff next chapter.
Raiyin577- As I've said before, I'm not a perfect writer and I make my mistakes. Even the most popular writers on here do. I made my choices and that's it. Hopefully you'll stick around but if not, that's your choice.
Guest 2- I'm sure Harry would appreciate those words.
Jerrend- Yeaaaaa... About that...
Ken106348- Looks like you need to go back and read the summary. Congrats on being the first to correctly guess Redwall though.
EP- Merci.
DS2010- You'll see soon in the future.
Shadowdog11- I'm glad you're at least able to see that. You've realized something quite a lot of people didn't. And yes, there will be sweet payback.
Guest 3- I respond to the people who review. If you don't like it, then I'm sorry.
Guest 4- Thanks!
I'll try and get the next chapter out as soon as I can, but pre-calc sucks.
Till next time guys! Stay tuned for more!