(AN: Special thanks to Nemati for the name of the angel Innate, and they
were close to his third Innate. However, I know no one will figure out the
last animagi form.)
Chapter 12: Harry's New Wand
Harry sent Hedwig on her way the next morning. Harry couldn't practice any of his forms or sword fighting techniques since he had to go back to work. Work hadn't turned out that bad, it was mostly boring since all magic reserve build up would tear up his muscles, thus, when they rebuilt themselves, Harry's muscles got bigger. A little stronger, but more of a definite shape to them. He didn't really get the strength since he was already as strong as he would have gotten.
After work, Harry went back to the Dursley's with Vernon. Harry stopped in his room when he caught the reflection in a grimy, old mirror. Harry was impressed with what he saw. He didn't need his glasses anymore since he could transform into Blitz. He also had a strong looking chest, since his shirt was off so he could a shower, from his wing exercises. His arms were bigger with the work from the factory.
After Harry got out of the shower, he decided that he would do three sets of thirty push-ups three times a day (AN: for those of you that don't know, that was George Foreman's workout. He beat Muhammad Ali with that regiment and never lifted a weight during his boxing career), he also decided on three sets of sixty crunches three times a day. Of course, since Harry didn't know how difficult this would be, he jumped right into it.
Harry decided to do this, thinking that he would take a break from his flapping exercises that were the most tiring thing he had ever done, to do push-ups. He also wanted the energy to be able to concentrate on to turning into Blizzard. Concentrating on to turning into Blizzard was a lot easier than turning into Blitz for two reasons. One, he could already turn into another form and the other was that even though the extra magic Blitz carried helped with the transformation, it was taxing on Harry to keep the form going for more than five minutes.
Harry hadn't tried to turn into Blitz since the Deatheater attack. He didn't want to loose the little energy he had. While Harry was trying to transform into Blizzard, he started to think about wands and their cores. Harry wondered if he plucked a feather from one of his wings, or plucked one when he was in his Thunderbird form, if they could be used in making of a wand. Harry figured that a wand made from his own self would be the most compatible with him, and the fact that it wouldn't be Voldemort's brother wand would be a bonus.
Harry decided that the next day he would visit Ollivanders. After Harry finished his pondering, he noticed that his feet and hands were pure white wolf's feet. This made Harry extremely happy, since he could already transform part of his body into the animal. He didn't even achieve this with Blitz, one of the main reasons it was so exhausting.
Harry chose to change to Blitz so he could gather what little energy he could during the night while resting. It took him nearly ten minutes to turn into Blitz, and it was as exhausting as Harry thought it would be. He flapped his wings a few times, to discover a type of emerald mist rise from the gust he created. Harry pondered this for a minute before it clicked in his head that this would be the forbidden element Bella was talking about. She said they would know what it would be until he could fully change. He decided to talk to Bella before the week ended, which would be soon since it was Friday.
Harry quickly plucked feather from his tail and changed back with the feather still in his mouth. He sat the feather on the nightstand, next to a pair of dust gathering glasses, and flicked the light off to visit Ollivander's bright and early since he didn't have to work tomorrow. That sat weirdly with Harry, having them bring him back from the mini vacation he was granted, only to work one day, and then have the weekend.
Harry woke up before the rest of the Dursley's. Harry decided to pluck the feather from his wing now, so it wouldn't get wet when he came out the shower. Harry quickly extended his wings in a slight rustle of the feathers. He plucked a feather that felt a little bit warmer than the other feathers when he touched it. He quickly retracted his wings and examined his feather.
The feather was different of that of his Innate's, which had a gold outline on each of his. Harry also remembered summoning his wings. The same pure white color, but with out the gold outline. Harry examined the feather that he pulled out. It was the same pure white as the other ones, but seemed to have a faint gray outline. Harry realized that all his feather's had the same outline; he was just too excited to notice.
Harry was rolling the feathers of the two sources he got. The whiteness of his wing went beautifully together with the almost blackness of Blitz's feather. It was really the colors, Harry thought, but the way the light hit each feather, sending the sheen of each of the feather's color to mix well with the other. It had an almost hypnotic effect on Harry.
Harry broke out of his daze realizing he better leave quickly before the rush came to Diagon Alley. Harry quickly pulled over a pure white cloak he had and threw the hood up over his head. Harry then apparated to the Leaky Cauldron.
Tom the Innkeeper didn't give Harry a very enthusiastic wave as he usually did. Harry figured that everyone would be a little bit suspicious of a hooded figure, what with the attack the other day and what not. Harry gave a little wave back, which must have assured Tom that he was okay, and he visibly relaxed.
Harry made his way to the brick wall with the secret passage to Diagon Alley and tapped the right number of bricks to cross the threshold. Harry looked around and noticed that even though it was still early, there should have been a little more shoppers than now. The shoppers moved quickly and quietly to try and get to where they were supposed to go, and then leave just as quickly as they came.
Harry made his way to Ollivanders. It was still the same grubby place it had been when he came the summer before his first year. Harry walked in to a clinking of a bell and looked around the place. It had dust and boxes of wands everywhere. Nothing too interesting.
"Good day, Mister Potter," greeted a voice that seemed to come from nowhere. Harry didn't jump like last time, since he expected it to happen as it did back when he first came here and Hagrid almost destroyed the fragile looking shop when Mr. Ollivander did the same thing. Harry was more shocked to see that Mr. Ollivander saw through his little disguise.
"I guess. How did you know it was me?" Harry questioned.
"It was your white cloak. It is a color that represents a force of goodness. You're the only person I know that would openly support a side, besides you-know-who, of course. And I would bet he wouldn't wear a white cloak."
"What about Dumbledore?"
"He is a very good wizard. Very good. It doesn't matter though what side he would chose now. He is more of a symbol. Like that scar there and the color white or black." He said, tracing his finger down Harry's scar, scaring him a bit.
"Why?"
"His time is over. He is too old. So am I, now I think of it. He is close to two hundred years old. He should have died over fifty years ago, but he wouldn't allow himself. At first, I thought he was afraid of dying, but then again, this is Albus Dumbledore, he thinks death's the next great adventure. No, I realized he was waiting for something. Or someone." He looked pointedly at Harry now.
"You mean me?"
"Yes. You. Don't ask me why, ask him," he said, cutting off Harry's question.
"How do you know this?" Harry asked.
"Harry, I was Albus' best man at his wedding. As he was at mine. We grew up together. Best friends, still are." Harry was in shock. That must have meant Mr. Ollivander was close to two hundred as well. Both of the men looked good for their age, they didn't look a day over one hundred.
"Now, Mister Potter, I believe you had so business with me."
"Oh, yes," Harry said, remembering why he was there, "I want to see if you can make two wands for me. I have the cores, but would like you and your opinion to make the best combinations of wood for me."
"May I see your cores?" Ollivander asked, inquisitive on what kind of challenge he was up to.
Harry held up the feathers in a separate glass jar he put each in so they wouldn't get damaged. Ollivander's eyes got big at seeing them. He muttered, "My, my, my," before he eagerly took the feather's from Harry.
"I've never worked with a Thunderbird feather before." He said in awe of the feather. "I've never seen a feather like that before." He stated with curiosity but with the same amount of awe of the first feather, "where did you get it?"
"Well, your Dumbledore's best friend, so I suppose I could tell you, or show you." Harry then too off his cloak and shirt, and blocked out the windows with a simple charm wandlessly. He pulled his wings out, and spread them with all the glory they possessed. Ollivander was in awe at the display. Harry quickly put them back before another customer walked in, much to the displeasure of Ollivander.
"I never expected them to be so beautiful," he seemed to be saying this to himself.
Harry put his shirt and cloak back on and rocked back and forth on his feet nervously because Ollivander was still staring off into space. Harry finally sneezed that seemed to wake Ollivander of his trance and started looking like an eleven year old on Christmas day.
"Oh, this will be so exciting! I can't wait to see the results."
"When will they be done?" Harry asked.
"Oh, this is priority and free of charge. Being able to handle, see, and know that you were the only wizard in history is as much payment I'll need. You'll have to pay for the supplies though."
"That's alright."
"Good. Now I'll start with the Thunderbird feather first, seeing you'll probably be most compatible with that."
"Wait! Why would I be most compatible with that one?"
"Because, Harry, it didn't come from you like the wing feather. See, the wing feather would be like trying to use your very own hair in a wand. Yes, you are a magical animal, but human hairs or fingernails or skin or whatever wouldn't be a good conductor. It still could be, but not very good. Remember the veela hair in that one wand at the Weighing of the Wands?"
"Yes, that was Fleur's wand." Harry said.
"Yes, a half veela or quarter veela could use their hair in a wand, but they would barely cause any sparks. If someone else used it, however, it would be a good conductor, acting like a regular wand. The same with your feather. It is magical, you just would only be able to do diddly squat with it."
Harry felt dejected at this information. Ollivander must have seen Harry's face under the hood because he said, "Come now Harry, buck up, you could still be the owner of a Thunderbird wand."
That didn't make Harry feel any better because that feather came from him also. Ollivander asked him what was wrong since the latter information didn't cheer Harry up. Harry simply looked at him and concentrated. It only took about ten seconds that time to show Ollivander Blitz. He again had a look of amazement on his face, but quickly wiped it off when Harry changed back.
"Impressive form you got there Mister Potter. I can see why you are troubled. I think it will work wonderfully though." Harry looked up at this, hoping it was true so Ollivander continued, "See that wasn't really you, but it was. There was nothing human about you except your mind. Not your brain, but your mind. And the fact that it was your animal, it should only connect with you."
"Two questions. Why did you say, `not your brain, but your mind.'? And where will the other wand go?"
"Okay, your last question, first. Remember when I said it was the wand the chooses. Well, since it is your core, you can choose who it will be. Now, your first question. When you transform, you don't have the normal size of your original brain, but you still have the basics of your mind. You can feel the animal part fighting for control, but you ultimately have control."
"Right," Harry said thinking of who he was going to give the second wand to.
They finally got under way in to making the wands. Harry learned the basics of making a wand, so now if Harry got lost in the woods with anti- apparation wards around it, with out his wand, he could make a primitive wand.
They tried combination after combination and couldn't find any that seemed right. It turned out that arithmancy played a big part in making wands so Harry even learned the basics of that. They finally found a combination that looked like it would fit the Thunderbird feather. It was Cedar, fifteen inches, and sturdy. It was an odd combination and was abnormally long. Of course, Harry was a very abnormal person.
"All that's left is combining them. Would you like to do the honors?" Ollivander asked Harry.
"W-what. N-no th-thanks, the Ministry would find out, and you wanted to make the wand." Harry said with a shocked voice at the proposition.
"Nonsense I'll make the other wand. The Ministry can't detect under-age magic here; otherwise they would flip out with all the students that come through here. This one is to be yours." He said quietly.
"I-I guess. Sure, I'll do it."
"Excellent." And Ollivander instructed Harry on what to do.
Harry what he was supposed to, as the Thunderbird feather fused with the pre-cut piece of wood. A bright, green light came from the fusion. After all of the light was gone, laid a wand that looked black until some light bounced off of it, giving it an emerald sheen like the feather.
"I'd say that was a good combination. I've never seen anything like that before." Ollivander said in wonderment. Harry didn't say anything, but looked at it like it was a gorgeous model strutting around with her top off.
"Well, pick it up Harry," Ollivander said impatiently, wanting to see the results. Harry got out of his daze, and reached towards the wand slowly. When his hand got about a centimeter away, it started to glow an emerald color. This scared Harry and Ollivander, which backed away quickly and the wand fading as Harry got further away.
Harry got his nerves back, and went for it again. Again, as Harry got closer, the wand started to glow. He hesitated a second, then quickly grabbed it, sending a bright glow throughout the room. It then faded, and Harry could finally concentrate on the power the wand was emitting.
"Well, give it a wave, Harry" Ollivander said, still not in his normal voice.
Harry just nodded to him and gave it a wave. Out of the wand shot a bunch of emerald sparks, which formed the word, "Blitz."
"Why did it say that." Ollivander asked.
"That's the name of my form." Harry said in a shocked voice.
They finally got their bearings straight, and Ollivander told Harry to come back around lunchtime for the next wand. Harry apparated away, still in awe of his new wand.
(AN: How was that? One of my longer chapters. Not much to say but thanks for the reviews. Peace).
Chapter 12: Harry's New Wand
Harry sent Hedwig on her way the next morning. Harry couldn't practice any of his forms or sword fighting techniques since he had to go back to work. Work hadn't turned out that bad, it was mostly boring since all magic reserve build up would tear up his muscles, thus, when they rebuilt themselves, Harry's muscles got bigger. A little stronger, but more of a definite shape to them. He didn't really get the strength since he was already as strong as he would have gotten.
After work, Harry went back to the Dursley's with Vernon. Harry stopped in his room when he caught the reflection in a grimy, old mirror. Harry was impressed with what he saw. He didn't need his glasses anymore since he could transform into Blitz. He also had a strong looking chest, since his shirt was off so he could a shower, from his wing exercises. His arms were bigger with the work from the factory.
After Harry got out of the shower, he decided that he would do three sets of thirty push-ups three times a day (AN: for those of you that don't know, that was George Foreman's workout. He beat Muhammad Ali with that regiment and never lifted a weight during his boxing career), he also decided on three sets of sixty crunches three times a day. Of course, since Harry didn't know how difficult this would be, he jumped right into it.
Harry decided to do this, thinking that he would take a break from his flapping exercises that were the most tiring thing he had ever done, to do push-ups. He also wanted the energy to be able to concentrate on to turning into Blizzard. Concentrating on to turning into Blizzard was a lot easier than turning into Blitz for two reasons. One, he could already turn into another form and the other was that even though the extra magic Blitz carried helped with the transformation, it was taxing on Harry to keep the form going for more than five minutes.
Harry hadn't tried to turn into Blitz since the Deatheater attack. He didn't want to loose the little energy he had. While Harry was trying to transform into Blizzard, he started to think about wands and their cores. Harry wondered if he plucked a feather from one of his wings, or plucked one when he was in his Thunderbird form, if they could be used in making of a wand. Harry figured that a wand made from his own self would be the most compatible with him, and the fact that it wouldn't be Voldemort's brother wand would be a bonus.
Harry decided that the next day he would visit Ollivanders. After Harry finished his pondering, he noticed that his feet and hands were pure white wolf's feet. This made Harry extremely happy, since he could already transform part of his body into the animal. He didn't even achieve this with Blitz, one of the main reasons it was so exhausting.
Harry chose to change to Blitz so he could gather what little energy he could during the night while resting. It took him nearly ten minutes to turn into Blitz, and it was as exhausting as Harry thought it would be. He flapped his wings a few times, to discover a type of emerald mist rise from the gust he created. Harry pondered this for a minute before it clicked in his head that this would be the forbidden element Bella was talking about. She said they would know what it would be until he could fully change. He decided to talk to Bella before the week ended, which would be soon since it was Friday.
Harry quickly plucked feather from his tail and changed back with the feather still in his mouth. He sat the feather on the nightstand, next to a pair of dust gathering glasses, and flicked the light off to visit Ollivander's bright and early since he didn't have to work tomorrow. That sat weirdly with Harry, having them bring him back from the mini vacation he was granted, only to work one day, and then have the weekend.
Harry woke up before the rest of the Dursley's. Harry decided to pluck the feather from his wing now, so it wouldn't get wet when he came out the shower. Harry quickly extended his wings in a slight rustle of the feathers. He plucked a feather that felt a little bit warmer than the other feathers when he touched it. He quickly retracted his wings and examined his feather.
The feather was different of that of his Innate's, which had a gold outline on each of his. Harry also remembered summoning his wings. The same pure white color, but with out the gold outline. Harry examined the feather that he pulled out. It was the same pure white as the other ones, but seemed to have a faint gray outline. Harry realized that all his feather's had the same outline; he was just too excited to notice.
Harry was rolling the feathers of the two sources he got. The whiteness of his wing went beautifully together with the almost blackness of Blitz's feather. It was really the colors, Harry thought, but the way the light hit each feather, sending the sheen of each of the feather's color to mix well with the other. It had an almost hypnotic effect on Harry.
Harry broke out of his daze realizing he better leave quickly before the rush came to Diagon Alley. Harry quickly pulled over a pure white cloak he had and threw the hood up over his head. Harry then apparated to the Leaky Cauldron.
Tom the Innkeeper didn't give Harry a very enthusiastic wave as he usually did. Harry figured that everyone would be a little bit suspicious of a hooded figure, what with the attack the other day and what not. Harry gave a little wave back, which must have assured Tom that he was okay, and he visibly relaxed.
Harry made his way to the brick wall with the secret passage to Diagon Alley and tapped the right number of bricks to cross the threshold. Harry looked around and noticed that even though it was still early, there should have been a little more shoppers than now. The shoppers moved quickly and quietly to try and get to where they were supposed to go, and then leave just as quickly as they came.
Harry made his way to Ollivanders. It was still the same grubby place it had been when he came the summer before his first year. Harry walked in to a clinking of a bell and looked around the place. It had dust and boxes of wands everywhere. Nothing too interesting.
"Good day, Mister Potter," greeted a voice that seemed to come from nowhere. Harry didn't jump like last time, since he expected it to happen as it did back when he first came here and Hagrid almost destroyed the fragile looking shop when Mr. Ollivander did the same thing. Harry was more shocked to see that Mr. Ollivander saw through his little disguise.
"I guess. How did you know it was me?" Harry questioned.
"It was your white cloak. It is a color that represents a force of goodness. You're the only person I know that would openly support a side, besides you-know-who, of course. And I would bet he wouldn't wear a white cloak."
"What about Dumbledore?"
"He is a very good wizard. Very good. It doesn't matter though what side he would chose now. He is more of a symbol. Like that scar there and the color white or black." He said, tracing his finger down Harry's scar, scaring him a bit.
"Why?"
"His time is over. He is too old. So am I, now I think of it. He is close to two hundred years old. He should have died over fifty years ago, but he wouldn't allow himself. At first, I thought he was afraid of dying, but then again, this is Albus Dumbledore, he thinks death's the next great adventure. No, I realized he was waiting for something. Or someone." He looked pointedly at Harry now.
"You mean me?"
"Yes. You. Don't ask me why, ask him," he said, cutting off Harry's question.
"How do you know this?" Harry asked.
"Harry, I was Albus' best man at his wedding. As he was at mine. We grew up together. Best friends, still are." Harry was in shock. That must have meant Mr. Ollivander was close to two hundred as well. Both of the men looked good for their age, they didn't look a day over one hundred.
"Now, Mister Potter, I believe you had so business with me."
"Oh, yes," Harry said, remembering why he was there, "I want to see if you can make two wands for me. I have the cores, but would like you and your opinion to make the best combinations of wood for me."
"May I see your cores?" Ollivander asked, inquisitive on what kind of challenge he was up to.
Harry held up the feathers in a separate glass jar he put each in so they wouldn't get damaged. Ollivander's eyes got big at seeing them. He muttered, "My, my, my," before he eagerly took the feather's from Harry.
"I've never worked with a Thunderbird feather before." He said in awe of the feather. "I've never seen a feather like that before." He stated with curiosity but with the same amount of awe of the first feather, "where did you get it?"
"Well, your Dumbledore's best friend, so I suppose I could tell you, or show you." Harry then too off his cloak and shirt, and blocked out the windows with a simple charm wandlessly. He pulled his wings out, and spread them with all the glory they possessed. Ollivander was in awe at the display. Harry quickly put them back before another customer walked in, much to the displeasure of Ollivander.
"I never expected them to be so beautiful," he seemed to be saying this to himself.
Harry put his shirt and cloak back on and rocked back and forth on his feet nervously because Ollivander was still staring off into space. Harry finally sneezed that seemed to wake Ollivander of his trance and started looking like an eleven year old on Christmas day.
"Oh, this will be so exciting! I can't wait to see the results."
"When will they be done?" Harry asked.
"Oh, this is priority and free of charge. Being able to handle, see, and know that you were the only wizard in history is as much payment I'll need. You'll have to pay for the supplies though."
"That's alright."
"Good. Now I'll start with the Thunderbird feather first, seeing you'll probably be most compatible with that."
"Wait! Why would I be most compatible with that one?"
"Because, Harry, it didn't come from you like the wing feather. See, the wing feather would be like trying to use your very own hair in a wand. Yes, you are a magical animal, but human hairs or fingernails or skin or whatever wouldn't be a good conductor. It still could be, but not very good. Remember the veela hair in that one wand at the Weighing of the Wands?"
"Yes, that was Fleur's wand." Harry said.
"Yes, a half veela or quarter veela could use their hair in a wand, but they would barely cause any sparks. If someone else used it, however, it would be a good conductor, acting like a regular wand. The same with your feather. It is magical, you just would only be able to do diddly squat with it."
Harry felt dejected at this information. Ollivander must have seen Harry's face under the hood because he said, "Come now Harry, buck up, you could still be the owner of a Thunderbird wand."
That didn't make Harry feel any better because that feather came from him also. Ollivander asked him what was wrong since the latter information didn't cheer Harry up. Harry simply looked at him and concentrated. It only took about ten seconds that time to show Ollivander Blitz. He again had a look of amazement on his face, but quickly wiped it off when Harry changed back.
"Impressive form you got there Mister Potter. I can see why you are troubled. I think it will work wonderfully though." Harry looked up at this, hoping it was true so Ollivander continued, "See that wasn't really you, but it was. There was nothing human about you except your mind. Not your brain, but your mind. And the fact that it was your animal, it should only connect with you."
"Two questions. Why did you say, `not your brain, but your mind.'? And where will the other wand go?"
"Okay, your last question, first. Remember when I said it was the wand the chooses. Well, since it is your core, you can choose who it will be. Now, your first question. When you transform, you don't have the normal size of your original brain, but you still have the basics of your mind. You can feel the animal part fighting for control, but you ultimately have control."
"Right," Harry said thinking of who he was going to give the second wand to.
They finally got under way in to making the wands. Harry learned the basics of making a wand, so now if Harry got lost in the woods with anti- apparation wards around it, with out his wand, he could make a primitive wand.
They tried combination after combination and couldn't find any that seemed right. It turned out that arithmancy played a big part in making wands so Harry even learned the basics of that. They finally found a combination that looked like it would fit the Thunderbird feather. It was Cedar, fifteen inches, and sturdy. It was an odd combination and was abnormally long. Of course, Harry was a very abnormal person.
"All that's left is combining them. Would you like to do the honors?" Ollivander asked Harry.
"W-what. N-no th-thanks, the Ministry would find out, and you wanted to make the wand." Harry said with a shocked voice at the proposition.
"Nonsense I'll make the other wand. The Ministry can't detect under-age magic here; otherwise they would flip out with all the students that come through here. This one is to be yours." He said quietly.
"I-I guess. Sure, I'll do it."
"Excellent." And Ollivander instructed Harry on what to do.
Harry what he was supposed to, as the Thunderbird feather fused with the pre-cut piece of wood. A bright, green light came from the fusion. After all of the light was gone, laid a wand that looked black until some light bounced off of it, giving it an emerald sheen like the feather.
"I'd say that was a good combination. I've never seen anything like that before." Ollivander said in wonderment. Harry didn't say anything, but looked at it like it was a gorgeous model strutting around with her top off.
"Well, pick it up Harry," Ollivander said impatiently, wanting to see the results. Harry got out of his daze, and reached towards the wand slowly. When his hand got about a centimeter away, it started to glow an emerald color. This scared Harry and Ollivander, which backed away quickly and the wand fading as Harry got further away.
Harry got his nerves back, and went for it again. Again, as Harry got closer, the wand started to glow. He hesitated a second, then quickly grabbed it, sending a bright glow throughout the room. It then faded, and Harry could finally concentrate on the power the wand was emitting.
"Well, give it a wave, Harry" Ollivander said, still not in his normal voice.
Harry just nodded to him and gave it a wave. Out of the wand shot a bunch of emerald sparks, which formed the word, "Blitz."
"Why did it say that." Ollivander asked.
"That's the name of my form." Harry said in a shocked voice.
They finally got their bearings straight, and Ollivander told Harry to come back around lunchtime for the next wand. Harry apparated away, still in awe of his new wand.
(AN: How was that? One of my longer chapters. Not much to say but thanks for the reviews. Peace).