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Chapter 3
-------- Dumbledore's P.O.V. --------
"Now sir, can you tell me your name?" Colonel asked in an official voice. Finally they might be able to find out some information on the boy, anything that could tell them what happened in the Great Hall, or where in the world he came from.
"No sir."
Silence so quiet you could hear a pin drop
"Excuse me? I told you to tell me your name. What's your name?"
"I don't know my name."
"What do you know about yourself?"
"I can't remember anything about myself except that I'm a wizard." Very strange indeed. Maybe he can answer if he supports Tom or not.
"Colonel, do you mind if I ask a few questions"
"Very well Albus."
"Do you work for or support Lord Voldemort?" he asked, ignoring the winces from the others in the room.
"No sir, I do not in any way support or work for the wizard claiming to be Lord Voldemort."
Claiming to be Lord Voldemort?
"You said 'claiming to be Lord Voldemort,' that is very strange wording to use. Why did you choose those words?"
"I am Lord Voldemort is an anagram for Tom Marvolo Riddle. He claims to be Lord Voldemort yet his birth name is Tom Marvolo Riddle."
"How did you come to know this?"
"I do not know."
"I think that is enough of that Albus" Colonel interrupted. "How did you get into Hogwarts?"
How indeed he thought.
"I don't know."
"Why did you attack Albus Dumbledore, Poppy Pomfrey and Auror Thomas?"
"I was scared for my life; I didn't know where I was or who they were?"
"Healer Albner, could we talk outside?" Colonel said as he put away his notes on the interview.
"Certainly sir" Albner said as he ushered them out. Taking one last look at the boy, he turned and walked out of the room to talk with the Healer.
"There's no way he could've been lying is there Healer Albner?"
"None at all sirs, I've never seen anything like it, usually under the influence of Veritaserum a person can tell us who they are and their whole life story. But this……." He whistled to make his point. "I'm not sure if there's anything that we can do."
"Well we'll just have to leave it for a little while and see if he remembers anything, he doesn't seem to have any bad intentions towards anyone, so at least one good thing came out of this. Good day fellows." He turned to walk away but was stopped by the Healer
"Wait a moment Mr Colonel; apart from the Amnesia he has made a full recovery. There's nothing more that we can do for him here at St Mungos, the only thing that will cure amnesia is time, and we'll need that bed. You said yourself that he won't be a danger to anyone, so I'm sorry, but he'll have to be moved from here as soon as possible."
"Oh very well, I'll have someone organise a room at the Leaky Cauldron for him. Good day." And with that said he huffed and walked away.
"Happy old Chap isn't he Professor?" the Healer said turning toward him
"Yes indeed, yes indeed" he chuckled as he walked away, still with a burning curiosity about the young man.
"Here is your room sir; you will have an allowance that will be enough to pay for this room and to buy essentials each week for six weeks. After that you will have to find a source of income for yourself, is that clear?"
"Yes sir."
"And make sure to contact us if you remember who you are or anything that can help us figure it out." The man said as the he walked from the room.
After the man had left the first thing he had done was gone down to Diagon Alley to explore. His first stop in the Alley was Ollivanders to buy a new wand, in all the drama he had somehow lost his. The old man spent ages trying to find a wand for him, each one just as bad, if not worse than the last, when finally he felt it, this was his. Ollivander had been surprised at the wand, 13 ½ inch with rare magical black yew wood and with an intertwined unicorn tail and phoenix tail feather as the core of the wand. "Very unique, not one of mine of course, a Gregorovitch creation, flows with the natural shape of the tree" he said as ran his fingers over the rough and crooked wand. "Not many people are compatible with a wand this contrasting. You see, this type of wood isn't able to be crafted into the normal shape of a wand without interfering with its magic, it's quite rigid, a very good wand for creating things. While the unicorn hair is from a mother mourning the loss of her cub, and the Phoenix feather is the only feather that has ever been given by that Phoenix. Both the hair and feather are quite pliable, A very strange combination indeed."
Being quite intrigued with how the wands were created, he ended up staying and talking with Ollivander about all different types of wands and the process involved in the creation of the wands, Completely forgetting about his planed exploration of Diagon Alley.
The next morning he went back to the Wand Makers shop and asked if it were possible for him to have a job as an apprentice Wand Maker, Olivander had been ecstatic to find someone that he could share his craft and knowledge with, telling him that he could start the next day.
That was three weeks ago.
With the money from the Ministry paying for his room and essentials, he now had his wages from Olivanders to pay for things like books and other little nick-knacks. Once he'd actually managed to go exploring in the Alley he found that he always managed to end up in the Defence Against the Dark Arts section of Flourish and Blotts. Every pay he would buy a book from there and go into muggle London and Apparate onto a ferry to read. He'd even used some of his pay to go looking for cores for experimenting with making his own wands. The farthest he'd gone was to Australia by international Port-key, using part of an Australian Eucalyptus tree for the wood and trying to get some rock from what they call Uluru, a big red rock in the middle of a desert, he could feel the raw magic flowing off it the moment he saw it. That trip had put quite a dent in his spending money, but it was well worth it in his books, he was in the middle of making his first wand out of it. Ollivander had scoffed at the materials he had chosen, but could always be seen within a close proximity when he started working on it in between customers, watching with interest, just like he was doing now. Wand making was a difficult process, first you had to craft the wood by hand to shape, then, if you were using rock like he was, you had to crush it with a mortar and pestle until it was a fine powder. Half the powder needed to be made into a syrupy potion that was difficult, taking a long time to make and needing constant watch. He then had to soak the wood in the potion for exactly thirteen hours, after that he had to create a spell to fuse the powder into the centre of the wand, creating the core. At the moment he was getting ready to take the wand out of the potion, he'd been writing the spell according to the reactions the potion had at certain stages, all he had to do was lift the wand out of the potion, tip the powder into the hollow in the middle of it while chanting the spell four times over. That would seal off the end of the wood, create the right length for the wand and fuse the powder and the wood together.
Taking the wood out of the potion and slowly pouring the powder into the end of the wand he started chanting
"Fruit of my toil,
Unify stone with something taken from the grove,
Essence of your natural ways,
Hear my pleas, to bend to the will,
To only those worthy of your sway."
Moving his arms in complicated gestures around the levitating wand while chanting, he could feel the flow of raw magic feeding the wood with its essence. Slowing down his movements, along with the chant, the wand started to gently float down to waist level, parallel to the table, waiting for him to take it into his hands. He gently ran a finger along the length of it before grasping it in his hands to examine it closely.
"Very fine craftsmanship young man" Ollivander said as he took the wand from him and scrutinized and tested the wand. "Very fine indeed" he muttered as he wandered off after giving him the wand back. He could've jumped for joy. His first ever wand, and it actually worked.
Later that day he could be found lying down on the grass under the shade of a tree reading a book in muggle London. He found that once he read a passage about something, that it would click in his mind whether he knew the information or not. After buying a couple of books on different subjects, he found that he had the most knowledge about Defence Against the Dark Arts and Charms, and when he tried the spells out with his wand it was with the same results, although he seemed to have a bit of an apt for Transfiguration as well. He was planning to go to the Ministry one day and ask if he could take his N.E.W.T'S. He could hardly get ahead in life if he didn't have them, and who knows, maybe he might get better results than when he actually knew who he was. And so that was how he spent the next couple of weeks, making his own wands, selling Ollivanders wands, and reading up on all the texts that were about or above seventh year level.
"Yes I'm here to re-take my N.E.W.T'S, Auror Colonel knows all about it" he said to the old witch behind the counter.
"Yes deary, just step into the room over there and be seated, an Official will be with you in just a moment." The witch said, pointing vaguely to where there was a polished wooden door, without even looking up from her desk. Walking in through the door he was greeted with a plain white room, void of any windows posters or other decorations.
A stiff backed wooden chair and table stood in the middle of the room, just waiting to cause endless aches and pains to the next person to take their dreaded N.E.W.T'S.
"I'm Professor Marchbanks and I'll be your examiner today, you will be completing your theory examinations in the subjects of Divination, Ancient Ruins and Care of Magical Creatures. You will have three hours for each theory component. Your time starts now."
An exhausting ten hours later and he had completed all three examinations, although he didn't expect that he would do extremely well Ancient Runes, and he defiantly bombed out in Divination, but Care of Magical Creatures went as well as expected. The next day was the practical component of Divination and Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes, next was the theory of Potions, Astronomy and History of Magic, then practical of Potions and Astronomy, then theory of Arithmancy, Defence Against the Dark Arts and Charms, then the practical of Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts, then there was the theory and practical of Herbology and Transfiguration.
Feeling utterly exhausted after doing over twenty examinations he plonked down onto a stool in the Leaky Cauldron and ordered some Firewhisky.
"You look dead on your feet m'boy." Tom said as he poured him a cup to drink.
"I reckon you would too after doing your N.E.W.T'S" he said with a slight smile. Tom had been very understanding when it came to him, he didn't treat him as something that needed to be examined or ask too many questions about what he did and didn't remember, he just treated him as a friend, nothing more and nothing less. Unlike the Ministry, who had been treating him as some sort of test subject, trying to figure out who he was, where he came from and all those type of questions. With little success in outcome.
At first Tom had been a bit stand-offish towards him, thinking that he was some little brat that just wanted to have free room and board, and getting the Ministry to pay for it was some scheme he'd hatched up. But when he heard about the job at Ollivander's during the first week and had gotten all the details about why he was there he'd been all to friendly, making sure he was looked after and everything,
"Yeah, how'd they go? Not too dreadful were they?"
"I actually think I faired alright, although I definitely bombed out on Divination and History of Magic, although to be fair, I think whoever set the History of Magic Exam had some sort of fetish for Goblin Rebellions."
"Ah yes, that'd be Professor Binns, dreadfully dull character that one." He said while chuckling "How'd you do on the other ones?"
"Well, I can definitely say that I passed Defence against the Dark Arts I reckon, probably Charms and Transfiguration as well. The others I did alright on, nothing to boast about though."
"You, boasting, don't think I'll live to see the day when that happens." he said laughing.
"Ha ha ha, very funny, I guess I'll just have to wait and see." He said, swallowing his whole glass in one go, making his eyes water and his throat burn. "Well I guess I'll see you tomorrow, you've got customers waiting." He said getting up off his stool, leaving Tom to his customers. "Night." He called over his shoulder as he climbed the stairs to the comfortable bed that was calling his name.
An agonising week later he was sitting down to breakfast at the Leaky Cauldron when an Owl landed on top of his toast. After taking the letter and paying the Owl he opened the letter with shaking hands.
Dear Mr Unknown Person
We are pleased to inform you that you have passed your N.E.W.T'S with the results as follows:
Pass Grades
Theory Practical
Defence Against the Dark Arts
O O
Transfiguration
O O
Charms
OO
Potions
E O
Herbology
E E
Care of Magical Creatures
E O
Astronomy
A A
Arithmancy
A A
Fail Grades
Ancient Runes
P P
Divination
T T
History of Magic
D -
H sat there staring at his results for ten minutes, just staring, until Tom snapped him out of his daze.
"You're gonna be late if you don't hurry up. What you got there?" Tom asked as he wandered up behind him.
"Uh….. It's the results for my N.E.W.T'S."
"And?"
"And what?" he mumbled back, still focused on the parchment in his hands.
"And what did you get? He asked in an exasperated tone.
"Oh." He said as he handed over the parchment. He got a low whistle in return from Tom.
"What're you doing making wands with these results?"
"What's wrong with making wands? Everyone needs a wand!"
"I got nothing against wand makers. Like you said, 'everyone needs wands, and the money's not all that bad either, but do you want to be doing that for the rest of your life?"
"How can I help you sir?"
"Well actually young man, I'm here to make you an offer. Do you think we could go somewhere more private?"
"Certainly sir, let me just finish up here and I'll be right with you."
Thanks for reading everyone……… sorry it took so long to update ………… I won't waste your time with excuses. This chappie is mostly a fill in chappie to move the story along. Anywayz I hope you enjoy.
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