!Disclaimer! Sugar, I don't need to own Naruto to write FanFiction.

Penname: LiveLoveLaugh

FanFiction Story: Magical Chakra

Summary: NarutoHP Xovr When Team Seven has been sent to Hogwarts School, they meet up with the Boy Who Lived, experience new wild rides in a new place, and go on incredible adventures of a lifetime.

EDIT: 1/16/06 I wanted to give Ollivander another characteristic, like Madam Malkin's.

Chapter Eight:

Grinning an Old Man Grin

The entire store was black lacquer wood posts and tall black shelves stuffed with several millions of long narrow white boxes tied in long strips of gold ribbons with hole-punched key cards. There were dusty certificates of achievements hanging near the painted door with gold trimmings. Even the door sign Ollivander's was in bad condition. A broken-looking clothes tree stood lopsidedly with moth eaten coats and scarves that thrived in the weary graying hue. Dozen of stacks of unorganized papers were spread around with a few rum bottles lying there and there, and dried spills of mystery substances stained on the wooden floor. Basically the store was decorated with cobwebs and dust.

'It was as if a ghoul lived here', Sasuke shuddered inwardly.

Sakura winced at the mess. She became a bit antsy about messy places throughout her years working as a rookie interrogator.

Inner Sakura: WHO DIED AND REINCARNATED INTO A FAT PIG! 'Eww…'

She decided to stay close to the boys.

Naruto didn't seem to mind, his small apartment was no different. Ero-Sennin always seemed to scold him about the mess. Scrolls, empty ramen and expired milk cartons, and clothes were strewed daily everywhere. There were pieces of paper sheets stapled on the walls to block off the holes made by his tiny Rasengans in his home-bound winter training. It was always unbearably stuffy and humid because his window shutters broke a long time ago, so he always hung out in the green graffiti-filled tiled rooftop.

He's not even going to talk about the mushroom in his sink cabinet.

A stout old man with round shoulders, a meaty nose, and frizzy gray-white hair walked out of his small black office door, walking with a bunch of flasks of brown hairy stringy things swimming in submerged clear goo. He used his elbows to shove the stacks of papers and quills off the dusty cashier stand, letting everything fly off and scatter five feet around and dumped the jars down carelessly.

The three teenagers made queasy faces and trembled at the stringy things made gruesome dances in the guck.

He was wearing an ancient cloak and blue robes underneath a dark black shopkeeper's working apron. He had a look of a carefree man with a weathered face that could still hold up a dreary old man's smile.

Three sets of bewilder eyes followed his movements. Like Madam Malkins, this person seemed to look right through them. His bony fingers were busily folding over his collar, touching his wrinkly neck, and rolling over his chest.

"Where are my glasses? Where are they?" he kept asking himself, when the thick spectacles were lost in his frizzy hair.

"They're on top of your head, old man," Naruto pointed out.

"Don't be rude!"Sakura scolded, punching his arm. Naruto yelped.

The elder shot up his hands into his hair and pulled the glasses to his nose bridge, pushing it close to his violet eyes. "Oh there they are!" He looked up as if he just noticed three costumers standing right in front of him, of course that was true in his case.

"Oh! My! Are you three sent to my shop by my good friend Dumbledore?" the old man chuckled seeing the three nodding, holding out a wrinkly bony hand, "My name is Ollivander, call me Mr. Ollivander will you now? Welcome to Ollivander's, best wand shop in all of Britain, I suppose!" he chortled.

"Wait a minute, are you telling me the best wand shop in Britain, as claimed, is run by a half-blind old bitty who couldn't even find his own glasses on his head!" Naruto asked outraged, earning two slaps upside his head from two of his comrades.

"Baka!" his teammates reprimanded.

"I suppose I am getting a little old in my career," Mr. Ollivander chuckled, not remotely bothered by the thrown insult, "But my grandson Lawrence who had graduated from Welch Academy of Charms a year ago gladly promised to help me in the shop until he is capable in taking over after my retirement! He is quite a wand expert as I still am when I was twelve years younger."

"Does twelve years even make a difference in your age?" Naruto muttered uncouthly causing Sasuke to punch the side of his head. The blonde let out many should-be-censored words.

Mr. Ollivander stared puzzlingly at their behaviors, then continued speaking, "Anyway, young lady? How old are you?"

Sakura looked startled, "I'm sixteen, sir."

"Oh! You're old enough. How would you like to go out with my grandson Lawry when he comes back?" Huge anime eyes sprout out of the shinobis' faces. "You seem like a nice girl, I'm sure you'll be—"

"No...I don't think so," Sakura interrupted, stunned by this sort of proposal.

"I know what she means," Naruto whispered into Sasuke's ear, beckoning him, "Looking at his face, I wouldn't be surprised where Lawry gets his looks…"

The girl shoved her elbow irritatingly into his stomach, apologizing, "I'm sorry but I'm not interested at this moment…"

Mr. Ollivander chuckled, "I'm telling you'll be missing out, of course he may not have any time for dating considering his other job—erm—anyway am I saying too much? Ha! You say you're sixteen? I suppose you boys are, too. Hold out your arms, children!"

Being called 'children' made them cringed but even so they spread out their arms. The old wizard began to measure their height, arm lengths, press his rough thumb against their wrist pulse, and mentally estimated their weights. He began scribbling complicated mathematical problems on a piece of scrap paper with weird symbols. He was mumbling to himself and looking up every once in a second at the shinobis.

He stalked over to the high shelves of narrow white boxes and shuffled through the stacked piles. Sasuke, Sakura, and Naruto took their chances in peeking. Mr. Ollivander was still mumbling and checking key cards of each box. Finally he managed to snatch three boxes off the shelves and walked back out of the shadowy corners. He sat on a tall stool behind the cashier stand and began fussing in pulling out the gold strings knots carefully.

He carefully took out the first wand which was a golden brown color with a skinny gray line down one side of the wood. He handed to Naruto.

"Each and every wand has a magical item within to ensure the fulfillment and it also represents the personality of one's owner. Your's is made of Ghana Ovangkol wood, measured thirteen inches, with fine mane hair of a chimaera—"

"A what?" Naruto interrupted, almost dropping his wand.

"A chimaera! You know, it's a creature with a lion's head and a body of a goat? Sometimes the head of a snake for a tail? If the male matures it breathes fire! Very fiesty."

"I can see the resemblance of the dobe and the innocent jungle cat," Sasuke muttered sardonically, wanting to rip off his ears when his companion started to beam aloud.

"Yes, yes, it is guaranteed strength and very moderately hard wood to cut," Mr. Ollivander laughed softly, quite pleased of his finery.

Naruto was giggling at the uniqueness of his baton and shaking the roseate-haired girl's shoulder, whining, "I want to see Sakura-chan's! I want to see!"

The old wizard took out a dusty-pink wand for Sakura.

"It's European Pear wood, twelve-and-a-half inches, with a silvery white hair of quite a beautiful unicorn mare I had to tackle," Mr. Ollivander scratched the back of his mass of hair, smiling while remembering the good old times.

"A-a unicorn, sir?" Sakura stuttered, feeling the smoothness of the wood as soft as silk, "I resemble a-a unicorn?" All of a sudden she felt as if she was a lost princess in an enchanted forest and petting the nose of an elegant stallion with a marvelous marble horn on its forehead.

Mr. Ollivander chuckled, "Of course, unicorns are beautiful and strong creatures, with hearts as pure as holy water. Your wand is fashioned pretty, and assured balance between charm capacities."

"Sasuke-teme's! Show us his!" Naruto yelped.

The elderly shopkeeper slipped his wrinkly fingers into the last box and handed a black wand to Sasuke.

"African Ebony wood, at a length of fourteen inches, and holds a tooth of a…well, it's a vampire friend of mine who started teething and offered me the sucker," Mr. Ollivander snickered at his personal joke, "I assure you this wand can be used to cast complicated spells, some spells that aren't even in textbook logics."

"I resemble a vampire…" Sasuke whispered smirking, as if he was talking to a lying Konohamaru Corp. member.

"Well yes," the old man began pushing his thick glasses up his meaty nose, "Of course, vampires are by nature, wanderers and mourners for the lost of life, or at least the follower of faraway glimmering north stars."

"That's ridiculous," the Uchiha frowned, pushing the damn stick away from him. What gave this creep the idea he could read him like a book! Talk about invasion of privacy. Especially when you're trying to weasel into the mind of a Sharingan holder. "It's not mine."

"Believe it or not, it's your's and the wands hold your small supply of blood donation you three gladly resided with. So it would impossibly be mistakened for another's," the elder wizard winked, whispering, "Of course, by blood, by ownership, I'll say."

The ninjas stared astounded and unbelievingly at their wands. So that was where the blood went…during the meeting…They have all seen the one Dumbledore had when he levitated a vase of flowers. Even it was rightfully their own possession; they weren't so sure how to use it. Sasuke left his wand on the cashier desk, just glaring at it. 'Mourning vampires, my ass…'

Mr. Ollivander stared impatiently and anxiously at them.

"Well? What are you waiting for!" the geezer exclaimed, throwing up his old limbs of his in the air. "Call up an enchantment or something! Any of those things that make you people so strong!"

"We don't know how!" Sakura and Naruto shouted, smoke whishing out their ears.

The old wizard scratched his cleft chin curiously, "Hmm…haven't thought of that…" he quickly rolled up his sleeves and took out his own shorter wand. He held it in front of him.

"Okay, this is what good Albus Dumbledore taught me how to teach you tykes firsthand," Mr. Ollivander closed his wrinkled eyes, "It's a bit difficult for any wizard since no one's wands holds their own blood. And by that I mean that, the blood of a shinobi like you three. It's very hard doing this sort of technique in controlling of certain hemorrhage and spells, since millions of wands can be used throughout any owner. But it's not so complicated for someone who makes wands for more than half past a century of his life. It's like…well, recalling his information at this age is hard, but actions, to me, can easily be remembered."

For a long moment, the light folds that creased across the older man's forehead curved down to his shut eyelids. Team Seven watched him patiently and anticipating for something that would or would not happen.

"It's a bit of relaxing and feeling the thumping of your heartbeats, you know? Like relaxing every pore in this old body," Mr. Ollivander licked his dry lips, biting his cheek from all the intense pressure he was feeling and even stuttering, "It's difficult for me not to say a spell vocally through my wand…b-but the thing I'm teaching you t-three is a bit of an emotional situation. You have to picture it…picture that e-exact picture…I-I suppose you have to find a key in your mind t-to…unlock a little wardrobe in your h-h-head…damn, this is exhausting…then like whispering into your lips but not saying anything, exactly…and…there…it is…"

Sakura, Naruto, and Sasuke watched speechlessly at thin wisps of ghostly white and blue smoke twisting together that surrounded the length of his wand and disappearing into emaciated air. The old man was shuddering from the tension and amounts of chakra he extracted from his body. When he stopped, Mr. Ollivander opened one of his eyes to peek and smiled satisfyingly.

"Something like that, I suppose," he whispered, grinning his old man grin.

The three tykes walked out of the shop with small velvet pouches that held their individual wands. And Hagrid was standing across the narrow road where they had last left him with their shopping. The three other sixteen-year-olds were standing patiently, fiddling through their shopping bags and talking eccentrically.

Hagrid scratched his beard in bemusement while watching the three pairs of eyes darting repeatedly to the pouches.

"Got to be your wands eh?" he whispered to them, a little too loud.

Hermione raised her brows and yanked roughly on the gamekeeper's coat sleeve, "Hold up! I thought they already have wands!"

The giant's beetle eyes widened and he started to play with his shirt cuffs, stuttering, "Er—well, y-you mite hav' to say—erm—I-I—uh—"

"We just went in to fashion them," Sasuke interrupted, narrowing his eyes at Hagrid before he blew up their covers.

"Yes! Tha' tis wat I be sayin'!" Hagrid exclaimed, relieved, "Anyway! Any of you six be—er—wantin' ice cream?"

Half an hour later, Harry placed his spoon in his bowl of Firecracker Special Banana Split which he was almost finished with, and silently watching the sparkler extinguish itself. After a while he made to look around the table of the occupants.

The two girls were talking quite excitedly about Heaven-knows-what (Or more like Hermione was trying to find out how Sakura got her hair dyed, which kind of disappointed the kunoichi considering that she hated whenever anyone wonders about the unnatural color), and only eating a little bit of their melting ice cream. Ron wasn't really eating either, just twirling his utensil in the goop and making sarcastic remarks under his breath, and just looking questioningly at the brunette and her very weird behavior, even if she was already weird. Hagrid was trying his best to look civil and not let drops of his mountain of dessert assortments drop on his coat or beard, considering the height between him and the bowl, and the size of his very small spoon. Sasuke, who seemed very distant in his thoughts, only ordered a cup of chamomile tea, was sipping the hot liquid between his tight lips.

And the strange goof the Potter boy wondered about, he was practically inhaling his dessert.

"OH SHIT! DAMMIT! YES! Oh man, this is so fricking good!" Naruto exclaimed exaggeratingly, rubbed his stomach pleasingly, a few older customers choked on their sprinkles at his choice of words to describe the phenomenal dish of ice cream at Fortescue's parlor. Some of them were utterly relieved he didn't belch.

Sakura whispered over, "Would you quiet down! Everyone is going to think you had a sensational orgasm or something, just by screaming like that—"

"You fucking bet I did!" the fox boy cackled, twirling his long metal spoon nosily against the melted-dessert-stained glass bowl, "Awesome! I'll grade it THIRD BEST to my precious RAMEN! FIRST best is the ramen at Ichiraku!"

The bushy-haired girl stared astoundingly at the blonde, instantly ignoring her half-eaten bowl of sundae, "Ramen…? You mean that high-cholesterol artificial instant Styrofoam-tasting noodle dish meal? It's so unhealthy! How-how can you stand that stuff!"

"What…? I like it! What's your problem? Your parents' doctors or something?" Naruto snickered, lightly elbowing his best gal pal who shook her head shamefully.

Hermione folded her arms, "Of course."

"Oh…" Naruto felt like he had landed in a warp of a strange land (Ironically, he was). "I'm not talking to you," he announced instantly, feeling stupid. Sasuke smirked while Hagrid chuckled, wiping his beard ofglobs of melted vanilla.

"I feel the same way," Ron murmured, ignoring the glare his friend was sending him.

A tall, rather skinny man with a thick black mustache that curled at either side came walking up to their table ("You think that hair in your ice cream fell from his beard?" Naruto asked curiously. "Eww! That's gross!" Hermione squealed.), he politely asked, "Would any of you seven like seconds?"

"Oh man! Wouldn't I like another—" Several hands instantaneously slapped the demon vessel's mouth shut. Sakura laughed nervously, her hand struggling to keep his words from spitting out.

"N-no thank you, its fine," her slender brow furrowed, "I mean it."

The waiter nodded, walking away to another table. Sasuke, Hermione, and Sakura released their grasps off of Naruto's mouth when he made a pleasure for himself of lolling out his saliva dripping tongue. He began giggling like Satan with a hula hoop just seeing their disgusted expressions and be stopped by putting on an impatient face.

"Why did you guys do that for! I wanted seconds! Of course I was hungry! And so blah blah blah blah—" Naruto drone on and on about his rights as a customer, and also Hagrid was paying. Sakura whispered to the rest of the diners at her table, knowing perfectly well her best friend was more focused on making his point to listen, about the problem of whenever someone offers him a free meal that they no sooner would have empty pockets. Sasuke couldn't agree more.

"—blah blah blah! Do you understand what I'm saying?" Everyone nodded like machines and just waited for the check to come.

"It was very nice to meet you three," Hermione smiled, "I hope I can be the one to show you around Hogwarts." The seven of them were standing in front of the Leaky Cauldron Tavern, where Hagrid would escort the shinobis to their rooms.

"That'll be good," Sakura replied, smiling. 'And very necessary…' Sasuke thought to himself, nodding in acknowledgement of a farewell.

"Yeah! Great meeting you three also! Hey, wait a minute! You two guys didn't really talk much! Bored as I am? Yeah, Diagon Alley isn't so great…" Naruto grinned, waving his hand far into the air. Harry and Ron smiled nervously.

"Yes, well, anyway, have a nice day Hagrid! Ron's brothers are going to take us to Burrow, soon," the bushy-haired girl said, taking the two boy's wrists into her small hands, "See you guys at the Express!"

And they parted.

To Be Continued