So I know I made a comment about uploading after the new year, but with how fast I am writing these chapters, I may have one more uploaded before then. But If I do get the next chapter done before then, it will definitely be the last one I upload until at least the end of the first week of the new years.
Maybe
Depending on how I feel like writing. The only reason I might have the new chapter ready before then is because the Next chapter is going to be during Christmas, so it lines up.
ALLHEAVEN2: He can't see through Harry's eye.
To everyone else: Thank you for the support.
OHHHHH SILVER….
Silver: We just had round two in your latest chapter From A Time No Longer, do you really want to go for a third round
Sounds like a whole lot of bitch coming out of your mouth right now, and if I recall correctly, we're tied, 1 for 1.
Silver:...
That's what I thought.
Silver: Ploytoid does not own Harry Potter, or Assassins Creed, or God of War, or that TINY DICK HE CALLS A MANS PENIS, BRING IT BITCH
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Tom, the current owner of the Leaky Cauldron, was having a very slow day. There had only been one customer all day and he was running low on chores to finish. Every stall was clean, the bathrooms were spotless, and his dishes were all clean. He would have closed early at this rate. The old bartender sighed as he finished polishing the bar,
He stood straight as the fireplace turned green, signs of someone coming through the floo. He rejoiced, finally a customer had-
BOOM
He jumped back in fright when something came hurtling out of the fireplace, right into the other side of the wall. It was a black blur. The fireplace roared to life again and a short fellow in a cloak came out. Tom recognized him as Filius Flitwick, duelist extraordinaire and current charms master of Hogwarts.
"Did you perhaps see where my companion went?" The half-goblin asked. Tom blinked and pointed at the hole in the wall, causing Filius to sigh, "I knew he was going too fast. I didn't think he would be shot out at the same speed though." He muttered as he walked over to the large hole.
As he approached he heard his companion groan, and Flitwick put on a grin. Harry Potter had been hurt yet again. "Come on, no time to wait, Gringotts will be expecting you soon." the young lad groaned again as he stood up, a silver necklace falling on to his neck as he did.
Two weeks after the troll incident, Harry had been free to leave the infirmary to make a trip to Ollivander's to get a new wand. Why it took that long for him to heal, no one could say. But in that time Flitwick had been able to make him a necklace that could hide his tattoos and his eyes. Harry still hurt, and his right arm now had a permanent burn scar from where he overcharged his wand, but he was doing much better.
Currently, though, his head was spinning. Flitwick had told him about floo travel and explained the entire process. So why did it feel like he had been hit by that lorry again? He faintly heard Flitwicks voice as he pulled himself off the floor. He winced as his bones popped but noticed that the world had stopped spinning.
"My word, how is he okay? A trip like that would send most people to Saint Mungo." Tom exclaimed. Flitwick shrugged his shoulder as he took out his wand and repaired the wall.
"Sorry about that Tom, but we have an appointment to get to. Hood up Harry, lest you want the entirety of Diagon Alley to realize who you are. And while we walk I'm going to be giving you a rush course of Goblin etiquette." Flitwick said as he opened the secret passage.
The plan was to go to Gringotts so Harry could retrieve the money needed to buy a new wand. Seeing as Flitwick wasn't a part of Harry's family nor was he his magical guardian, he could not sit with him, thus the crash course.
Harry listened to everything while keeping an eye on the streets. They approached the bank quick enough. "Okay, I have a bit of business to do while I'm here. Once you get what you need, stop by the Drake Cuisine, down there next to the pets store. I will meet you there." Flitwick said and walked off.
Harry clutched his key and walked in. it was just as he remembered from last time, stall full to the brim of goblins and many rushing around with documents. He walked up to the head teller. "Good tidings teller, may the blood of your enemies wet your blade," Harry spoke in a soft voice.
The head teller stopped and blinked for a moment. No wizard ever bothered to greet them properly. "And may your blade never hurt those you love. What business do you have today Wizard?"
"I need to speak to my vault manager to go to my vault to retrieve some money. I will tell you my name but I ask that you not make a spectacle of it." the tall boy said. The teller raised an eyebrow but nodded. "I need to go to my trust vault, Harry Potter."
To his credit, there was no visible change to the goblin, who nodded and snapped his fingers. A smaller goblin appeared. "Take him to Ironclaw, he has an appointment." the younger goblin nodded. "Have a good day wizard."
"And to you teller, and may your day be quicker, time is money after all" Harry said, unknowingly causing almost the entirety of goblins within earshot to pause for a brief moment. The teller nodded and went back to his paperwork.
The goblin made a motion and Harry was led down a hallway. He squinted his eyes as something seemed familiar about this goblin. "Griphook?" the younger goblin smiled and nodded.
"Aye, good eye mister Potter. Most of your kind can not distinguish two goblins from the rest. It is good to see you in fine health." Griphook said, "Though I am surprised that you are meeting with your account manager today, shouldn't you be at school?"
This caused Harry to widen his eyes. "Wait, Ironfist is my account manager? I just need money from my trust vault" Griphook shrugged shoulders as they approached a door with an obsidian plaque on the wall labeled Potter.
"Before we enter Mister Potter, I need to ask you to put that necklace of yours away. It would look bad if you approached Ironfist with glamour on." Griphook said. Harry nodded and did so. As he did he saw the entire place lighten a little bit as particles of both magic and seidr started to float around. a quick knock on the door and he walked inside. Ironfist was like most other goblins, long-nosed, slightly greenish, and with white hair. Except he also had a small war hammer next to his desk. "Lord Potter, I was wondering when I would speak with you. Or would you prefer Lord Slytherin?" he asked.
"Good tidings to you Ironfist, may you be overwhelmed with gold," Harry said with a small bow, the older goblin grinned.
"And may your vaults never run dry. What say you, my lord?" Ironfist asked.
"I did not realize I had an account manager. I suppose this means that I have a main vault? And how did you know about my Slytherin lordship?" Harry asked, calmly.
"Salazar Slytherin's vault has been empty and inactive since the days of his 4rth great Granddaughter, Lizayth Evangeline. She was the one who had hid the Slytherin Lordship. As soon as the family magic accepted you, his vault became active and linked with yours'' Ironfist explained. "And Gringotts has been watching over the Potter vaults since the founding of this bank. They were one of the first 5 to be accepted. Do not tell me you did not know this?"
Harry winced and bowed again. "My apologies, Account Manager. I have grown up with muggles my entire life. I was introduced to the wizarding world at the beginning of August. When I first came to Gringotts, we made a quick trip to my trust vaults, so there was no time to ask questions."
Ironfist frowned but nodded. "Given those circumstances, I do not suppose you understand all of the details of picking up the Slytherin lordship and the Potter lordship?" he saw Harry shake his head and sighed. "You have acquired two lordships. Normally you would have inherited the Potter Lordship at the age of 18, however seeing as you were able to acquire the title of Lord Slytherin you were made an emancipated minor of the isles of the British Ministry of Magic. Because of this, you are considered an adult in the eyes of magic, giving you access to the Potter Lordship."
Harry nodded. "So do I have any pressing matters that need attending to or?" Ironfist nodded.
"There are a few things. First is the wills of James Charles Potter and Lily Potter, nee Evans. They were sealed by the Wizengamot upon their deaths, by decree of Albus Wulfric Dumbledore, former and current Chief Warlock. Only the head of house Potter or the Wizengamot can unseal the Wills. Do you wish for me to have a runner grab them?" Ironfsit said. Harry thought about it for a moment.
"No, I will unseal the wills later. I don't think I can handle that right now" Harry admitted, causing Ironfist to nod.
"There is no shame in acknowledging your weakness. The next item is the will left behind in the Slytherin vault. This was not left by Salazar, but by his wife Lilithem Slytherin, nee Evangeline. It was sealed upon the death of Salazar and has remained sealed ever since. Do you want me to send a runner to grab it?" He asked.
Harry thought about it for a moment. This one he could handle. He nodded and Ironfist snapped his fingers. "While we wait, we will move on. The Potter Mansion was heavily damaged in the first wizarding war. Your grandfather and father both put an effort to get it fixed but the state of the wizarding world led to it being delayed. Before his death, James Potter had written up a contract with Gringotts and a dwarven business under the name of Hide' N' Hide, to fix it up. Before he fled to Godric's Hollow he had it sealed inside the Main Potter Vault. If you will sign it as Head of your House, you can have the mansion restored."
"How much will it cost?" Harry asked.
"It has already been paid for. Gringotts and the Dwarves had already signed the contract. The agreement was that it would be fully paid for in advance before they began the work. The contract was being sent by the dwarves after they received payment when your parents were forced to move. All it requires is your signature." Ironfist said and brought out a contract. "I pulled it out when Gringotts recognized you as Lord Potter. Merely sign the dotted line and I will contact the dwarves."
The young lord read over the contract for a moment. It was simple. They would rebuild the main structure of the house and rebuild the wards that had been placed there. The Mansion was sitting on a leyline, which would power the wards instead of a traditional wardstone. He nodded once and grabbed a quill. With a quick flourish, he handed the document back over to Ironfist.
There was a knock on the door as another goblin entered and handed Ironfist an ancient-looking scroll. "Allow me to read for you."
To my descendant,
If you're are reading this then you have passed my beloves tests. My daughter is delivering this to the new banking Structures, run by goblins names Gringottr. This is an inheritance title. Now doubt Salazar has left a letter leaving you everything he owns. This letter is for something else. Unlike his drengr (Courageous Warrior) friend, Godric, Salazar does not have his own castle to call home. In the forest of Wessex, there is a cave, heavily charmed and warded for privacy.
It will lead to a small entrance that leads into the main chambers of an underground cave system. It is completely isolated; the only way in it is through the mouth of the cave. That is where my clan, Clan Evangeline, has rested. The Britons are declaring war on the Ragnarssons, and they have called for our aid. the Raven Clan is supposed to join the fight as well.
Getting back to the point, if Sal's snake has accepted you then take the key that comes with this letter. Find the cave where my clan calls home. Everything we have owned will be there. A seer has prophesied that the coming battle is going to lead to the death of our clan. Salazar is taking my daughter to Rowena Ravenclaw. I will not allow them to join the coming battle. Fight well, and may you find favor with the Gods as they have favored us
Lilithem Slytherin, nee Evangeline,
Jarl of Clan Evangeline.
After he finished reading the letter, Ironfist held out a small, gold key. With his mage sight, Harry could see the bright runes engraved in the precious metal. Harry accepted the key and put it in his pouch. "Well, I wasn't expecting that."
Ironfist barked a laugh. "I didn't suspect you would have, though I am not surprised. Given your height, I figured you had some kind of Norse blood in you. Moving on we have two more items to handle. First, is the Slytherin Vaults. We can deactivate and empty them into the Potter Vaults. That will make it easier for you and we can keep everything separated inside the one vault, minus the gold of course, or we can leave it as it is"
Harry thought for a moment and nodded his head. "Keep the Vaults active, but move all of their contents to the Potter Vaults. I have a plan for that later." Ironfist wrote something down and nodded with another grin.
"Wise choice. Now the last item before we go. You're parents' bodies. When they died, Dumbledore had their bodies buried in Godric's Hollow Cemetery. However, Potter Manor has its own crypt for its family. When the construction is complete, would you like their bodies moved there?" Ironfist asked.
"How well known is the location of Potter Manor?" Harry asked.
"It is not. The location has been kept a secret since its foundation was built, by order of Horace M. Potter, the fourth Lord of House Potter. Gringotts knows the location because of the contract your father signed. The dwarves will know when they start reconstruction. But, near the end of their work, they will reapply the Fidelius Charm, and you will be required to be there to be named Secret Keeper. Once their work is done, the location will be expunged from their minds" Ironfsit said.
"Then please, allow my family to be buried in the crypt," Harry said. Ironfit nodded as wrote something on a roll of paper and gave it to Harry to sign. "How long will it take for the Manor to be rebuilt?"
"It will take upwards to six or seven months depending on the state of the manor. But it should be ready by the start or near the middle of Summer. An owl will be sent your way when it is almost done. You should be able to live there when they set up the wards." Ironfist said as he got up. "Now you wish to explore your new vault. If you'll forgive the bluntness, you appear to be handling all of this well enough. More than any normal child."
"I was forced to be an adult early." was all Harry said. Ironfist nodded again and didn't press the issue. He led them to a cart and pulled the lever, going across the strange network of tracks. As they got closer to the bottom Ironfist pulled out a pair of clappers.
"It's for the dragon," He explained, causing Harry to blink. "The lower levels are for the more important vaults, so we have a dragon guard them. Quite effective in deterring any thrive who are lucky to get down this far" Harry nodded, the logic was understandable.
As they continued to walk he noticed that they were suspiciously lower down in the cave system than where his trust vault was supposed to be. "Teller Ironfist, why is my trust vault closer to the surface?"
Ironfist grinned as they reached a level area. "No one ever asks that question. Your trust vault actually belonged to James Potter. Opened by his father, Charlus A. Potter. When James was made Lord Potter, he built the trust vault on his own earnings. And when Lily confirmed her pregnancy with you, he made it your trust vault. To be available to you when you turned 11. But recall what I said early. The Potter family was one of the first 5 vaults we ever started to look after. Of course, your family name was Porter at the time but still. It is the oldest, and so it is the most protected."
The rest of the trip was silent, as they approached a door made of pure obsidian. Using Harry's key and a little bit of magic the doors slowly opened. Harry understood that his family roots were old, but he was unprepared for the absolute hoard of gold that formed a mountain in the back. Ironfist actually laughed at his gawking. "Take your time, Lord Potter, but remember time is money."
Harry nodded and walked around the vault, grabbing a handful of galleons into a coin purse. The vault itself was actually set up in a simple way. All the gold was in the back. Any expensive furniture and other likewise objects were in front of that. Then there were rows of chests, labeled for different purposes, like clothes, heirlooms, etc. He didn't grab much, except a few journals that were written by his parents. As he picked up a charms journal, a note fell out.
'October 29th, 1981,
James and I are at our property in Godric's Hollow. Dumbledore suggested it, though I don't know why. The Potters have another property behind Buckingham Palace. From my understanding, the Queen's castle has war wards that extend past it. All we have is a Fidelius Charm. Jame's set up it yesterday with the boys. I don't think I actually feel safe here.
I don't know why, but it wasn't like James to just agree to Dumbledors idea like that, call me paranoid later. But all is well right now. Little Harry isn't making too much of a fuss here, and Padfoot is more than happy to make him smile.
I have to admit something. Voldemort is waging a good war, and we've made ourselves a target. Thrice now we have defied him and openly combatted him. He'll take an offensive approach against us soon, one I don't think we'll win if he truly means to kill us. Alice and I have been talking about some rituals. Elder Futhark runes work best with me, so think I'll put some protection on Harry.
Having Death put in front of my face doesn't scare me like I thought it would, but I am a mother now, and I fear for Harry and myself. I think I'll send a message back to Severus. He's tried for years to apologize to me for the accident, but I've let my temper stop me. However, it would be nice to have my old friend back.
I know he's a spy for Dumbledore in this war, and the danger he constantly faces. But to let himself be branded a death eater? I didn't think he would ever agree with that mad man's idea even if he was a pureblood. I'm not sure about the rest of the boys, but James has always encouraged me to bury the hatchet with Severus.
Maybe I will send that letter…
P.S., Remember to attach this to the dairy when I find it'
Harry blinked as he read the note, rereading it, mainly about the 'accident', whatever that was.. 'Eh, it was before my time. But this is right before they got killed so he probably doesn't know about it. She was finally ready to make amends it seems, as was Severus.' He nodded to himself as he pocketed the note.
He looked around a bit more before he exited the vault, which closed behind him. "If 'it's okay with you, I would like to see Slytherins vault next please."
"Of course, Lord Potter. It is a bit down the cavern, over here." Ironfist said as he started to use the clapper. A roar in the distance was his response. "Though take care, Berthia is over this way today it seems"
Harry quirked an eyebrow but nodded. It was a bit of a walk to get to the next flat area, as they climbed a small hill, and as they arrived at the new area, a greenish-white dragon was in the corner, growling. This area split across four bridges, one for each of the four founders.
Harry noticed the green door immediately. As they approached, Ironfist fished a key from his robes."As last time, be mindful. I will wait for you"
The tall boy nodded and walked in. This vault was set differently. There was a much smaller hoard of gold, but still very sizable if Harry was estimating correctly. Across the walls were books, tomes, and scrolls packed on shelves. On the other side was another hoard, this time of precious metals and gems. He also noticed something the Potter Vault did not. An armory section.
He saw swords and shields, plates of armor, enchanted blades, and other magical items. He nodded as he saw everything, after all, once he left the contents of the vault would be transferred over to the Potter Vault.
He quickly grabbed a few journals, which were labeled for Salazar's earlier life. And a few books that were written in Parseltongue. Once he was satisfied with what he had grabbed, he left. He nodded to Ironfist and they walked back to the cart system to go back to the surface. "Lord Potter, if you will answer me, why does natural Sedir flow through you? Does it have something to do with the magical tattoo or your discolored eye?"
"You could say something like that," Harry said simply. Ironfist took the cue and dropped the subject, one that the young lord did not wish to discuss. Once they reached the surface, Harry gave him a curt nod and left, tired of being underground.
As he left the building, he slipped his necklace back on and turned up his hood. The next stop was to Ollivander's to get a new wand. As he started to make his way down the street he slipped into his thoughts, thinking about several things. It was a bump into another person that brought him back to reality as he accidentally caused a person to fall, "My apologizes, I should have watched my step." he said as he put out his hand to help the victim up.
The said victim was a blonde girl with strange shaped radish shaped earrings. She had pale blue eyes that had a far off look in her eyes. If he had to guess she was either nine or ten. "It's no problem. I often get lost when my thoughts are as heavy as yours," she said as she grabbed his hand to pull herself up.
Several things happened in an instant. As soon as she grabbed his hands the world blurred past him as he appeared in the Asgardian forest. The next thing was that Folnir was nowhere to be seen, nor his companions. The last thing was the clearing he was in, he didn't recognize.
"What's next Mommy?" He heard. He turned and the fog cleared to show a rook shaped house. A small child running up to an older woman who was clearly her mother. Her blue eyes held the same dreamy state that the younger girl held. Beside her was a man, wearing a flashy orange robe, drawing a circle for something.
'That day was perfect' a voice permeated the air, bouncing around everywhere. "Well little moon, me and Xeno are going to try and cast lighting on those annoying pixes in the forest that keep causing the dumdringers to come around," The woman said.
The man, now known as Xeno, smiled. "Don't worry Luna, if we get this right, you should be able to do this when you get a wand and a proper understanding of all the runes." The little girl, Luna, smiled and bounced around them.
"We were happy, all by ourselves. No one to disturb us' the voice said, which sounded like the little girl.
"Okay Pandora, we are ready to go. Fire up the Protection and the Magic Grounding Ward." Xeno said, grabbing Luna and backing up. Pandora nodded as she grabbed her wand, tucked behind her ear, and gave it a wave.
Harry noted that the circle she was in was made of three total layers. The first circle lit up, a small magical barrier sprouted in front of her. She waved her wand again and the second circle lit up. Harry could see a huge amount of magic gathering above her head.
With a final wave, the last set of runes lit up and Harry saw the sky darken and lightning start to gather by them. "Fulgur Naturalis Observus' she intoned and waved her wand in a wide arc.
'What went wrong? Why didn't it work?' the voice said, deep sadness in her voice.
In the next milliseconds, everything seemed to slow down. Harry saw the runes on the outer edges start to blink, and fade for not even a full second, but once it blinked, the entire lighting bolt gathered in her hands went straight in Pandora's body.
She didn't even have time to scream. After the lightning hit the ground, there was a flash of light, which lasted for only a few seconds. "PANDORA/MOM?!"
"WHY?"
Before the light faded he was back in Diagon Alley, helping the girl onto her feet, "Thank you, kind sir. I am Luna Lovegood." She said as she smoothed the robe she was wearing.
"Harry Potter," He said, trying to process the scene he just saw. He gathered quickly enough it was another vision of the past, but the depth of everything he saw still took him by surprise.
"Is something the matter?" she asked while tilting her head, much as a dog did. The taller boy shook his head as he coughed lightly.
"Oh, it's nothing." He said as a man came upon them. He was the same man from the vision he had seen.
"There you are little moon. What have I said about walking off like that," he said. "Though it seems you made a friend. Hello, Xenophilius Lovegood. She hasn't asked you to do an interview yet has she?"
"Excuse me?" Harry said, confused at the statement. The older Lovegood shook his head as Luna looked away.
"Luna, I told you when you meet someone as famous as him, the first thing you do is ask for an interview. It'll boost the Quibbler's popularity. Would you mind an interview, Mister Potter?" Xeno asked.
"Wait, you're famous? For what?" Luna said, confused.
"He's Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, little moon. Do you not remember your mother telling you about him?" He asked,
"Oh, he's the one that was supposed to put an end to the Rotfang Conspiracy! Or was that Elward? Mother was never specific about that." The younger girl said with a nod of her head.
Harry shook his head as he tried to keep up with the conversation. "Um, forgive me. But I have an appointment with Olivander to get a new wand. However, if you're in the area when I get done, I wouldn't mind doing an interview, to make up for bumping into Miss Lovegood."
Xenofillius nodded as he pulled out a list. "Good, then I will see you later Mister Potter. say goodbye Luna"
She extended a hand and Harry hesitated for a second but shook it. This time nothing happened and they walked away. Harry sighed in relief as he turned back to Olivander's. He took a step and then immediately braced against the wall as the world started to spin in front of him.
He closed his eyes to focus. When he opened them he was back in the Forest. This time the scenery was different. The rook-shaped home was still there, but this time Xeno and Luna stood beside a patch of ground, a tombstone at the head of it.
"Daddy, will we see mommy again when she wakes up?" The young girl asked, her eyes were red from crying. The older man nodded as he places flowers on the gravesite.
"Of course Luna. Though we shouldn't be hasty in trying to meet her. She would be upset, and we do not want that." he said in a rather dead voice.
"Will you try and complete the spell she was working on?"
"I am unsure. Pandora was always a better spell crafter than me. She understood the arithmancy and rune work better. I don't even know where it went wrong." He said, a hat covering his eyes, though Harry could see the silent anger.
"Daddy, we have to go. Minister Fudge agreed to our interview today." Luna said as she laid a sunflower on the grave and turned back to the house. Xeno nodded as he placed a hand on the tombstone.
"I am sorry, my rainbow. Watch over me, and your daughter. She will be a firecracker later. I will need your guidance." He said and walked away.
Harry watched the scene. Xeno got up and as he turned, the boy gasped. He saw an ethereal version of Pandora, standing back to back with Xeno, smiling.
"I will always watch over you. I am sorry it had to be this way." the ghost said as they both took a step away from each other, Xeno back to his house and Pandora to the woods. The next scene confused him.
Pandora stopped at the forest line and looked back at him. Not at Xeno, but right at him. She smiled and was gone on the winds, which whispered in his ears something he couldn't distinguish.
He blinked and he was back in the real world. He straightened up and started to walk, noticing that some people were looking at him strangely. The scene replayed in his head, all the way up the wand shop.
'Folnir said I would start having visions, but for them to come from simple contact? I may need to talk to Professor Flitwick, or Merlin forbid Dumbledore. I cannot allow myself to fall like that, even if it only lasts a moment.' the tall boy thought to himself. He shook his head as he walked into the wand store.
It was still dark as he remembered. The shelves packed to the brim with boxed wands and foci used to make them. "Harry Potter, 11 ¼ inches, holly with a phoenix feather. What need do you have to find yourself here?" Olvidaner said, from the wall behind, making him jump slightly.
"There was an accident at Hogwarts. My wand was...broken. I am in need of a new wand it seems" Harry said. Olivander frowned but nodded, heading to the back, grabbing random wands as he did.
"Let's try this one first, 13 ½, acacia wood with a unicorn tail string. Flexible, good for dueling." He said holding out a red wand with a gnarled end to it. Harry picked it up and gave it a wave, letting loose a stream of sparks. The wandmaker shook his head and took it back. "No? Okay then let's try this one. 9 inches even, oakwood with a dragon's heartstring. Rigid, good for charms and enchantments"
This went on for near an hour. Wand after wand was tested, and none of them rang positive. Olivander was for once in his life stumped. This never happened before. Usually, after a few false positives, he knew enough to grab a selection of wands that would always be perfect. "I must say, Mister Potter, you are by far my most stubborn customer. Dumbledore may have been right about your Holly wand but this is rather confounding. I have a few more for you to choose from but I'll be worn after that" He said, coming back with four more boxes. "A little bit of background information. These wands were a collaborated creation between me and wandmakers around the world. To make the rarest wands we could make with exotic ingredients. They have never found a master before. I am hopeful one of these four will choose you. The first one, 13 ¼ inches, with yew from the oldest yew tree in the British Isles, given to me by the druids that protect it. The core is a Kitsune Spirit Essence, the most exotic ingredient in Japan. Flexible and surprisingly springy. Good for jinxes and charms."
"The next is an aquatic variant. 10 inches even, the wood comes from the root of an underwater plant called Posidiana. Using roots for wands is unheard of, which makes this one especially rare. The core is equally aquatic, it is the tail hair of a rather rambunctious Kelpie. Rigid, and good with transfiguration."
"The third is an American make.12 ⅝ inches. Its wood comes from the oldest Bald Cypress tree in North America. The druid clan that protects that tree is extremely fierce. My friend and I had to bargain quite a lot to gain enough bark to make this wand. It is possibly the only wand made from the tree. Equally as rare, the core comes from the biggest thunderbird, a curious fellow named Aquilla."
"The last one is my masterpiece, my most precious wand. In the center of Ireland is a tree, the people have called it Ydggstril. It is extremely magical, one of the rarest materials I have ever had. It is woven with two cores, first a heartstring from a very nasty iron belly intertwined with the heartstring for a nundu. 12 inches, loose and flexible, good for every situation. This wand was, is, the most complex wand I have ever had the pleasure of making. It took the combined effort of 6 different wand crafters, working together, to make this wand"
Harry looked at all four wands. He was tired of the guessing game, and Flitwick would be waiting for him by now. So he came up with a simple solution. He called on his sedir to pull a wand towards him, whichever wand would call to him. To his surprise, a white wand came flying into his hand. It was the Nundu wand, because why wouldn't fate let him have a normal wand.
"To think, this wand has been sitting in around for ten years, and it has finally found its master. I told you this once Mister Potter, but you are destined for great things, and I for one do not wish to be caught in its crossfire. That'll be 32 galleons please" Olivander said.
Harry nodded and forked over some, and took a closer look at the wand. He could feel his sedir and the wand's magic dance around each other. Around the wand itself was a soft yellow glow. He could feel a fierceness coming from the magical foci. "Thank you, Mister Olivander. I bid you a good day, but the winds call me forever onward" Harry said, reciting a small saying Folnir had told him.
Olivander watched the young boy exit his shop and he smiled. He quickly flipped his store sign to closed and walked into his workshop. He knew no one else would ever come into his wand shop, but he still started to cast privacy wards. Once he was satisfied he pulled out a roll of paper.
'To the Shadows,
Yggdrasil has been bought. To P, your visions of Frejya seemed to have held a nugget of truth. POI: Our youngest Celebrity. I will keep an eye on him. Should he prove worthy, I will bring him into the fold.
Signed, Lore'
He wrote his note quickly and tied it onto the leg of a yellow hawk. "Carry this on swift winds, my friend, a tide of change comes." The owl hooted once and took flight, leaving the wand crafter by himself.
The tall boy walked into the Drake restaurant Flitwick told him about, and to his surprise he did not see the professor inside. But he did see two blondes he had seen earlier. Well he did promise them an interview.
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That's the chapter folks. I hope ye enjoyed it. I was thinking over what wand to give to Harry, as the only reason his wand broke in the first place was because I needed to give him a reason to go to Diagon Alley, so he could talk to the Goblins.
What do you all think of me trying to redeem Snape? He definitely deserves all the hate he gets, but I want to try and make a good Severus, something I've not seen much of.
NEXT TIME ON A PAGAN'S VIEW:
"What do you mean 'apologize'? I've done nothing wrong." the red head snapped back, his anger rising to the surface.
"I mean, if it had not been for you, Hermione would not have been in danger, Ronald. She deserves an Apology" Harry said in acool voice, hiding the irritation he felt.
"She would have been fine, the troll was going after the filthy snake and they were a whole floor above them. Good riddance to bad rubbish I say" the weasel said, stuffing his mouth, unknowing that certain people had overhead what he said. That was before he suddenly found himself blasted into the wall.
"MISTER POTTER"
JA NE
Ploytoid signing out.