-1A/N: Third chapter; enjoy. Thanks for reading and reviewing.

Chapter 2: Ollivander's

Stepping out of Gringotts with more Gringotts than he would need, Harry looked around before heading for Ollivander's Wand Shop. Harry already had a wand, but he needed one less conspicuous in this world. After all not many people had staffs as wands.

Ollivander's- Maker of fine wands since 382 B.C. was a small narrow and shabby looking shop. The window display consisted of a single wand on a purple cushion. Harry went to the door and opened it, softly casting a notice-me-not spell and locking the door.

The inside of the shop looked as good as the outside. The walls lined up near the ceiling holding hundreds of little boxes. The furniture consisted of a single spindly chair, which Harry would no sooner sit on than he would walk up to Slytherin wandless. Harry smirked as he heard someone trying to sneak up on him.

"I would not do that if I were you." Harry said. The man behind him jumped in surprise, Harry turned around to look at his would be attacker.

The old man behind him had the most curious eyes similar to that of the moon people of the planet R'di. His eyes were eerie and moon-like. It was probably caused from being in the wand shop for so long.

"I remember every wand I've ever sold, but am afraid I can not place yours. No one has ever startled me either before walking through my doors. Nice notice-me-not charm by the way."

"You would not remember my wand. You did not create it, nor is it from this world. Which is the reason I need another wand. I need you to make an unbreakable vow, if you are to have my business."

"And pray tell why I would want your business?" Mr. Ollivander asked eyes gleaming.

"Two reasons. The first is that you will have my oath of protection, and if ever in trouble all that is needed is a call. The second is a few samples for wand cores."

"First I do not know what wand cores you could possibly have that I would be able to use, I have created more wands than anyone. Second what should I care about having the oath of a teenager?"

"I suppose. Allow me to pick out a wand, and then you can decide what you want to decide."

"Fine." Ollivander sneered. "Here try this one. Vine wood with a single solitary male unicorn hair. Quite pleasant." Harry touched it and immediately gave it back.

"Not the right feel." Ollivander raised an eyebrow and continued to hand him wands. He went through all sorts of wands, and each time handed it back by the mere touch. Soon he had gone through most of the wands.

"Hm. Tricky. I don't think I have a wand for you. Most puzzling."

"I disagree. Do you ever make wands ahead of time for people? Perhaps one of those would be my wand."

"I suppose. What did you say your name was?"

"Vincent. Vincent Cross."

"Cross? You muggle-born?"

"No." Harry said smirking slightly, and they once again began to test more wands, eventually most of those were quickly gone through as well.

"I'm afraid you don't have a wand. I can tell you can do magic, but no wand I have is yours. Perhaps you should try some other wand maker?" Ollivander said and looked a little sad. He had failed in supplying a wand for every customer.

"Are you sure that is all? You positive you don't have any others? Deceased. Missing. Hidden. Perhaps a wand in the back, or one you've been saving?"

"No! I already said, you've tried all of my wands. The only one left is…" He trailed off looking at Harry intently. Harry faintly heard him mutter under his breath, "No it can't be. He has no scar, but still…"

"The only one left is what?" Harry asked amused, eyes twinkling. Mr. Ollivander went behind the counter and pulled out a dusty box. He blew the dust away and carefully opened it.

"Here, Mr. Po-Cross. Try this one. Holly, 11", supple, single phoenix tail feather." Harry took it and immediately felt a bond with the wand. He waved it and mini-fireworks shot out spelling his name. His real name. Harry James Potter.

"My god! It is you! The world thinks your dead!"

"Yes, but they were wrong. I've been away awhile, but I'm back."

"The wand you have. You-Know-Who has a wand too. His wand is brother to your wand. A phoenix gave only two feathers one of the feathers is his and the other is yours. He-who-must-not-be-named did great things. Terrible. But great. You too shall do great things. I will keep my silence."

"Thank you Mr. Ollivander. But Voldemort is not the one you will have to watch out for." Ollivander winced at 'Voldemort'.

"You know your history then? What they shall want you to do?"

"Of course. I of course plan on doing nothing of that sort. I need allies, not enemies."

"You want to ally yourself with you-know-who?"

"It is better than him turning to the enemy. The enemy would never accept Tom, once he is used, he'd be killed. Easy as that. I would rather fight one Dark Lord, instead of two." Mr. Ollivander stared at Harry in awe.

"You are older than you look aren't you?" Harry smirked slightly at the question.

"Yes. But I will say no more, keep my secret. You shall receive a package by post a few days from now, you'll like the gift. Now let's do the unbreakable vow.

(Gringotts)

Albus Dumbledore walked quickly into Gringotts, and headed for the teller.

"May we help you?" One of the goblins sneered. It was actually the same goblin Harry had spoken too not more than an hour ago.

"Yes, I would like to know who withdrew from vault 57."

"Name." The goblin grunted, he was having an off day. His payment had been lessened because he had forgot a few major things. Example being forgetting to find out who it was that withdrew from the Potter vault, or who tricked the system at least. No Potters were alive.

"Albus Dumbledore. Headmaster of Hogwarts. Do I really need to go through this?" Albus said growing impatient. Every minute of distraction was another minute this mysterious Potter had to escape.

"Oh, Headmaster. I didn't realize who it was. Excuse me. What is your business here?" The goblin said as politely as he could, while gritting his teeth.

"I need to find out who withdrew from vault 57." Dumbledore said bluntly missing the cringe on the goblins face.

"I'm sorry, but the name is unknown at this time." The goblin said, oh this was not good, he was sure to lose more money.

"What do you mean, that you don't know the name?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Er. What I mean is…Iforgottoask." The goblin said the last bit really fast.

"What was that?" Dumbledore said asking him to repeat. "I didn't quite get the last bit."

"I said…I forgot to ask." The goblin winced waiting for the shouting, he felt something buzz in head and shook it.

"I see. Most unfortunate. Can I speak with the goblin who took them down to the vault?" The goblin blinked and then a slow grin spread across his face. Ha! Griphook would get the heat for this, not him!

"Of course. Wait just a minute." The goblin whose name was Buldring turned around and called out to Griphook. "Hey, Griphook! The Headmaster of Hogwarts is here, he'd like to talk with the one who took what's his name to vault 57." Griphook's eyes widened in response.

"Right away. I'm taking my break now." Griphook said and Buldring nodded. "This way Dumbledore."

"So you took this person down to the vault, what can you say about them?" Dumbledore asked excited.

"I can say a lot about them, but am unable." Griphook said with a grin walking to a backroom and sitting down in a chair to talk with Dumbledore.

"What do you mean?"

"I made an unbreakable vow, I can say nothing about the man unless I want to lose my magic and die." Griphook said solemnly.

"I see." Dumbledore said and began to try to look inside the goblins mind.

"You will not be able to use your mind reading on me. The unbreakable in effect for that too. This is a blatant disrespect to my privacy, maybe I shouldn't give you the letter." Griphook said sneering at the Headmaster. The mention of 'letter' caught his interest.

"Letter? What letter?" Dumbledore was practically hanging off the edge of his seat in anticipation.

"A letter from whom I've spoken to. They told me to give it to an old man who comes around asking questions about them."

"I see you have not yet told me if he is male or female." Griphook smirked.

"Part of the vow, I'm afraid."

"Very well. Can I see this letter?"

"Yes, but before I forget. This person told me to tell you to meet them at the Leaky Cauldron in three days. He said all your questions would be answered then." Griphook paused rummaging in his pockets for the letter, eventually he found it. "Here it is. Now if you don't mind I'll get back to work, We goblins don't take breaks often and it cuts a big hole in our payments."

"Of course. Thank you for your time." Griphook nodded and left Dumbledore sat there looking at the letter.

Dear, Mr. Dumbledore;

You are probably wondering no doubt how it was that I was able to have access to the Potter vault, my answer will be told at our meeting at 1 o'clock in three days. I will give you a hint, I am not who you seek. But I trust that won't stop you from coming.

I know much about you, and I say hesitantly that I am much older than I look. I am writing to inform you that I wish for the Defense Against the Dark Arts job. I know something you do not, and the students at this present time are nowhere close to ready for any type of battle. Yes, battle is coming whether we wish it or not.

I will tell you now, I am neither light nor dark. If I have to use the killing curse to save innocent lives then I will do so without problem. I will tell you this however, if and when Voldemort(gasp I said his name) returns, I will ally myself with him if possible.

Now before you believe I'm a death eater, I wish to ally myself not only with good old Voldemort, but Albus Dumbledore and his flock. A worse evil than Voldemort is coming and enemies will have to turn allies before the end. Remember the prophecy can have more than one meaning.

Once Voldemort makes himself known, I would caution dealing him a serious blow; you and I will need him for this upcoming battle. Back to the Defense Position, I do have credentials and would never purposely harm any student or professor within the school, without a life threatening reason.

I will be stopping by Ollivander's, Knockturn Alley, and a few other places before this day is up. Once I'm done here, you will not see or here from me for three days. Let those who have ears hear.

Sincerely,

Wouldn't-you-like-to-know

P.S. I left you a big clue to my identity, although I doubt you've heard me before.

(Knockturn Alley)

Harry had left the Ollivander's a little bit ago and had purchased most of the legal items he would need. They were currently shrunken in his pocket, and included a vast diversity of books, trinkets, auror items, a cauldron, potion supplies, and much more.

It was now time for him to purchase some of the less than legal items. Then he would head home. Courtesy of Merlin. When he had turned 14 he had been given a small badge with a stag, grim, werewolf, rat, and phoenix on it. He was told it would take him to Potter Manor, as his parents were both dead, it was hidden from the world, except for by someone who had a portkey into the place. There had originally been three portkeys to Potter Manor, but one was destroyed and the other given away. Who it was given away to was a mystery.

Knockturn Alley was his next stop before heading towards his ancestral home. Harry smirked slightly thinking of where Dumbledore currently was. It would be difficult for him to get any information, especially since most had taken an unbreakable vow, or were obliviated. Yes, things were looking up. Taking a breath of air he stepped into the crossing of Diagon and Knockturn Alley.

A/N: Next chapter will probably be out either really soon, or soon. I hope you enjoyed this story and if any romance is done it will be Harry/Ginny. Already you can tell quite a few differences. Please read and review. Thanks.