All For the Best
Chapter 6
Harry nervously walked into the little shop. An old man (who was a bit creepy) stood next to the door, staring at Harry, watching his every move.
"I remember the day your parents came in to buy their first wands. Good people, they were. Now, hold out your wand arm, and we'll get you measured," said the old man, who must be Mr. Ollivander.
"Elliot," whispered Harry, "what's my wand arm?"
"Well, what hand do you write with?
"My right…"
"So that's probably your wand arm."
"Oh, all right," Harry said, as he stuck out his right arm. A long tape measure with little silver markings on it immediately began to measure him.
"Now, let's see… Here, try this one. Maple and unicorn hair, seven and a half inches, springy. Go on, give it a wave," said Mr. Ollivander, handing Harry a wand. Harry waved it, but nothing happened.
"No, no, that's not it. Not to worry, try this one. Ebony and dragon heartstring. Quite whippy. Go ahead try it," he said, handing Harry another wand. Harry waved it around a little, but again, nothing happened.
"No, no, no, that's not it either. The wand chooses the wizard, Harry, remember that. We'll find you one," said Mr. Ollivander, looking through stacks and stacks of wands. He came back another wand, holding it very carefully, as if something very fragile were inside. "I wonder… try this one," he said quietly, almost in a whisper, "holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple." Harry gave it a wave, and his fingers suddenly became warm. He waved it around, sending red and gold sparks everywhere. Harry stopped and grinned, and Mr. Ollivander was obviously happy (probably because he just sold another wand).
"Nicely done, Harry. But I wonder, very curious. Yes, very curious indeed. Curious… curious… curious…" Mr. Ollivander now seemed to be talking to himself, as he wrapped Harry's wand.
"Curious, sir? What, exactly, is so curious?" Asked Elliot. Harry had forgotten he was even there.
"It is very curious, how Harry could wind up with this wand. I remember every wand I've sold. The phoenix whose feather is in the core of your wand gave one more feather, just one. I've sold the other wand with that phoenix's feather. It is curious how Harry should end up with this wand, when its brother belongs to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the very wand that gave Harry his scar."
Harry gulped. It had to be just a coincidence, but of course it was a bit odd. Harry paid for his wand, and he and Elliot left as fast as they could.
"I wouldn't worry about what Mr. Ollivander said too much. Just because you-know-who has a wand with the same phoenix feather in it as yours doesn't mean anything," said Elliot, but Harry could tell he wasn't really believing what he was saying.
Once they were back to the Leaky Cauldron, Harry went to his room and laid down. "The wand, that can't mean anything," Harry thought to himself, "I'm going to go to Hogwarts, become a wizard, and that's it. Nothing bad will happen, my wand is just a wand, nothing special."
A/N: I tried to write the Ollivander's thing in my own words, so sorry if it's too similar to the original, but I really didn't think I should change it too much, because that could change the outcome of the story. My last day of school is June 9th, so after that I'll try and update this more!!