The Hallowed Heir

by Mach9330

Naruto, after defeating the Uchiha and stopping the Moon's Eye Plan, is allowed to reincarnate into the elder twin brother of Harry Potter. Due to this unexpected change, Harry dies along with his parents when Voldemort comes for them, and Naruto is the Boy who lived. He will not rest until he gets his revenge on Voldemort for stealing his peaceful life from him. Naruto x harem.

2. You've Been Accepted

The Dark Heir

Chapter 2: You've been accepted

Chapter start

Nathan looked over the acceptance letter that he had gotten from Aurora Sinistra. She unfortunately could not be here with him to get his stuff. Due to the fact she had other students to meet and greet. She instead showed him Diagon Alley and showed him how to find platform 9 3/4, so that way Nathan would know where to go and how to get to the platform. When Nathan asked how none of the Muggles (he thought that term was pretty racist) noticed them, Aurora explained that the entrances to platform 9 ¾ were protected by powerful Muggle Reppelling and Notice-Me-not Charms that were reinforced on a regular basis, which is why no muggle ever discovered the platform before.

She also went on to explain why Nathan was so famous, so he wasn't totally taken by suprise when people started acting weird around him in the Leaky Cauldron.

He read the acceptance letter.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf Warlock)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins September 1st.

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster

First-year students will require:

Three sets of plain work robes (Black)

One plain pointed hat (Black) for day wear

One pair of protective gloves (Dragon Hide or similar)

One winter cloak (Black with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

Course Books

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

Other Equipment

1 Wand

1 Cauldron (Pewter, Standard size 2)

1 Set glass or crystal phials

1 Telescope

1 Set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an animal of their choosing.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEAR'S ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

Yours sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

He walked beside Hagrid, who Aurora had handed him off to, as he was the one who was supposed to get him from the orphanage but couldn't exactly walk through London unnoticed. He told Aurora that he had put her supplies in her classroom, which she was thankful for.

"So, Hagrid," Nathan said and the giant looked down to his charge as he walked, "Where am I gonna get money to pay for my supplies. I don't exactly get paid a big allowance." Nathan, of course was acting again. Riddles memories told him where orphans get the money for school supplies.

The thing about Riddles memories is that they were scattered. While the memories about classes, spells, magical beasts, teachers, minions, etc. was available to view( with the exception of this one set of memories that starts with Riddle talking to his Potions Professor about something after a meeting), a lot of the stuff 20 years before his birth he couldn't see either and it frustrated him to no end.

Hagrid chuckled, "Well theres your money, at Gringott's, the wizard bank, ain't no safer place, not one… well, except for Hogwarts" he said pointing at the bank.

Gringott's Wizarding Bank

"Uh Hagrid-" Nathan asked, keeping up his ruse since it would be extremely weird if he suddenly knew about goblins, "What are they, exactly?"

"They're Goblins, clever as they come they aren't exactly the most friendly of beasts… best stay close" he warned, as they walked up to a Goblin writing in a record book with a feather.

"Ahem-" Hagrid said, getting the Goblin's attention. "Mr. Nathaniel Potter wishes to make a withdrawal." he said.

The Goblin looked over his podium, "And does Mr. Nathaniel Potter have his key?" he asked.

"Oh, wait a minute… I got it here" Hagrid explained as he searched his pockets bringing out a key and a letter. "There's the little devil and this one-"he motioned, in a red stamp said 'Top Secret', "It's about you-know-what in vault you-know-which" he said.

Goblin wide-eyed, realizing what it was, said "Very well".

Nathan on the other hand, from Riddle's own memories, thought it odd that Hagrid had the key to what might be his trust vault setup by his parents or his family vault. He'd be asking for that key when he was done, since it technically belonged to him.

Gringott Vaults

The two along with an employee, Griphook, rode the cart into the vaults. The first one was at Nathan's vault.

"Didn't think your mom and dad would leave you with nothin' now did ya" Hagrid said when he saw Nathan's shocked expression. Nathan gathered up what he needed then enough for something extra he was planning to buy.

The final vault was a mystery to the young reincarnated wizard inside the vault was a single yet small wrapped up item.

Hagrid picked up the item and turned to Nathan as he pocketed it. "Best not mention this to anyone. Alright, Nate?" Hagrid asked.

Nathan merely held out his hand expectedly. Hagrid was confused. "What is it, Nate?"

"My Key, Hagrid." Nathan said expectantly, causing Hagrid's eyes to widen.

"I-I can't, Nate." Hagrid stammered, causing Nathan and Griphook to snarl. Griphook rang a nearby bell causing bells to sound throughout the corridor. A group of armored goblins appeared marched up from either side of the isleway. They stopped in front of Hagrid from either side and pointed their spears at the giant.

"'ome on, Nate. I-I 'aven't done anything wrong 'ere." Hagrid said as he raised his hands slowly.

"You know Hagrid, I thought it a bit odd that you have the only key to my bank account and why I never knew I had an account here?" Nathan said with a glare.

Hagrid looked nonplussed for a moment. "Professer Dumbledore gave me yer key, 'ate."

Nathan merely shook his head. "Why did he have it? Why did I never have it?"

He turned to look at the Griphook and asked, "Why does a man I've never met have a key to my account? Can you give me a list of all the money going into and out of my account? Please, Mr. Griphook."

"Now 'ate," began Hagrid in a shocked tone, "Dumbledore would never take anythin' from yer vault. 'e is a great man, 'e is."

While Hagrid protested to Nathan, Griphook waved his hand over a piece of parchment. Columns began appearing on the parchment. When the writing stopped, the goblin looked it over.

"There have been no transactions made against your vault since July, 1981," he announced.

"There, ya see, 'ate? Dumbledore just kept yer key safe, 'e did," the huge man said in relief.

"Hagrid," Nathan said slowly and calmly, "I am willing to admit that I grew up outside the wizarding world and don't know everything there is to know. I like you Hagrid and I don't want to see you get hurt. Give me the key to my vault here, and we will leave and forget that this whole thing even happened. But, I swear if you don't give me my key, I will stand aside and let these honorable goblins do whatever it is that they do to thieves down here."

Hagrid did not want to disobey Dumbledore, who he hero worshipped, but he also did not want to be skewered to death. So, after a full minute of deliberating, he handed the to Nathan who took it and pocketed it away.

"Stand down and return to your posts," Griphook and the Goblins pulled their spears back and marched away.

Nathan climbed into the car, followed by Griphook and Hagrid.

Diagon Alley

They exited the bank and Nathan stood there in silence, neither one moving.

"'ate, I-" Hagrid tried to say but Nathan held up his hand.

Nathan lowered it and said, "Look Hagrid, I probably did overreact down there. It's just…I've never owned anything in my life. So, finding out somebody was holding on to something that belonged to me my whole life? It may have set me off a bit."

"Let's just continue onward, alright?" Nathan as he looked at Hagrid, who slowly nodded, as they could talk about it after

"Might as well get yer uniform," said Hagrid, nodding toward Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "Listen, Nathan, would yeh mind if I slipped off fer a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I 'ate 'dem Gringotts carts." He did look a bit sick, so Nathan entered Madam Malkin's shop alone.

"Hogwarts, dear? Is it your first year?" Madam Malkin asked.

"Yes, Ma'am. That is correct." Nathan acknowledged politely.

"Well then follow me to the dressing room" she said leading him towards a small room with a curtain.

"Stand straight, arms apart, let's take your measurements" she said before Nathan on a stool, slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.

Next to him, a blonde boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes.

"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"

"Yep," said Nathan.

"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands," said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."

"Have you got your own broom?" the boy went on.

"'Fraid not," said Nathan.

"Play Quidditch at all?"

"No," Nathan said again, knowing what Quiditch was from Voldemort's memories, though he might be interested in playing.

"I do - Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?" The boy said.

"Can't say for sure," said Nathan with a shrug.

"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been - imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" The blonde said with an insulting tone.

"Maybe, or I'd see if I could get transferred to a different house," said Nathan. He was thinking about the other houses and which one he would want to go to.

Slytherin. The house of the cunning and ambitious. On paper, it's the house that one should go to if they wish to be great. The thing is, anybody can have ambition. However he had asked Hagrid and he confirmed what Voldemort's memories from school showed, that in the last 30 years it has turned into the house of blood supremacy, playground politics, and whoever's daddy has the biggest wallet.

Ravenclaw. The house of Knowledge, Wit, Learning and Wisdom. A place that should be a haven for the studious. Unfortunately, Voldemorts memoires show that any in the house are rather close-minded and intolerant. In the past 30 years, Ravenclaw has had the most cases of in-house bullying, and it is always for someone daring to be different, to think outside the box. Those people are bullied even though that is the essence of the House.

Hufflepuff. The house of the hard-working and the loyal. Of course, if you ask Voldemort, it's the house of the weaklings, stupid people, and leftovers. As the house of the loyal, they must support their own. Which means whichever sheep bleats the loudest claims the opinion of the rest of the house, and even if some of them feel it may be wrong, they'll go with it just to not stick out.

And finally, Gryffindor. The house of the brave and the courageous. Or the house of the reckless, arrogant, and vain if you asked a Slytherin.

Honestly, Nathan thought they got the emblem on Gryffindor wrong. Lions are brave and courageous, that's true. But unlike the other 3 houses, the lion is so much more. The Lion is the King of the Jungle, and is often used to represent wisdom, power, dignity, and royalty. Lions are also quite cunning when they hunt in the wild.

So all in all, one house has such a bad reputation that you would basically be tarnish your reputation as a Dark Wizard. Another is filled with mostly close-minded bookworms. Another is basically the house of sheep. Only Gryffindor seems to be the only decent House. Not that he believed the stereotypes of the other 3 houses, but he was not about to ruin his chances in the Wizarding world.

"Where are your parents?" said the boy, with a slight sneer.

"They're dead," said Nathan shortly.

"Oh, sorry," said the other, not sounding sorry at all. "But they were our kind, weren't they?"

"They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you meant." Nathan said.

"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you?" The boy sneered, knowing that he was talking about Muggle-borns. "They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?"

But before Nathan could answer, Madam Malkin said, "All done, my dear," and Nathan, not sorry for an excuse to stop talking to the boy, hopped down from the footstool.

"Sit tight, I will be right back" she said heading into the back room. Nathan waited patiently for the woman to return, minutes later she arrived with three pairs of black robes and boots, "Okay then, try one on" she said handing over a robe in which Nathan took and walked into the dressing room.

Seconds later, Nathan opened the certain revealing his worn robe and boots, him still wearing the black shirt he wore before he arrived in London, "It fits perfectly" he said getting a smile and a small clap from the woman, "Alright then, tell me what's your name?" she asked.

"Nathan" he said, the woman pulled out her wand and weaved it, to his surprise a needle and thread levitated and began to sew his name into the robes.

"Let me pack these up for you… will there be anything else?" she asked as she brought out a bag, "Do you sell winter cloaks as well?" the ten year old asked, the woman nodded, "Ah, yes I will be right back" she said heading back into the room.

Nathan now had the required items, several dress robes, along with a trunk to put it all in. He also got a cart to put his stuff in.

Potage's Cauldron Shop

The young wizard entered the shop to get his potion making stuff. "Hello there, what can I help you with?" the man asked.

"Yes, I'm here to purchase a standard size pewter cauldron" Nathan said.

The man nodded, "First year aye, don't worry I got ya covered." he said as he searched the back room before bringing out the cauldron.

Nathan left the shop with the item.

Later

Flourish and Blotts

After he got his phials, telescopes and scales, Nathan entered the store. Once again the store was filled with students wanting to get their supplies, and employees handling their purchases while helping customers.

"What can I help you with young man?" the employee asked Nathan.

"Yes, I'd like the following items" he said showing him the list of books.

"Ah, first-year books, follow me-"he said, Nathan followed the man to the counter as he pulled out two large packages.

"We kind of expect what most students are looking for so we prepare them-"he said adding up the price.

"If it would be alright sir, there are a few extra books I would like to purchase." Nathan said.

"Of course young man," The employee said.

Nathan purchased the other six editions of "Standard book of spells", "Curses and Countercurses (Bewitch Your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs, Tongue-Tying and Much, Much More) by Professor Vindictus Viridian" and "Wands: A comprehensive guide to Understanding a Wizards most valuable tool" By Garrick Olivander. That way, it would not look weird when Nathan started using spells way above his year.

Nathan paid the amount and was about to leave when he crashed into someone. "Ow." he said rubbing his head. Sitting up, he turned to see a downed girl with curly brown hair in casual clothing doing the same.

He masked his slight embarrassment a bit and helped her up.

"Sorry about that. I wasn't watching where I was going", he said picking up her books.

"No, no it's my fault I should've been paying more attention" she said, taking the books from his hand.

Nathan looked at her with a smile. "Are you a first-year as well?" he asked, the girl nodded.

"It's also my first time here Diagon Alley" she said. The way she spoke made it seem like she was a bit lost.

"Well, I can help you if you'd like?" he offered, she smiled.

"Thanks I appreciate that-" she said, with a pause because she doesn't know his name. The black haired young man held out his hand.

"I'm Nathan." He said.

The girl shook it, "Hermione Granger" she said as the two left the shop.

"So are you here by yourself?" Nathan asked.

Hermione shook her head, "I'm here with my mum, she went to get my clothes" she said

Nathan nodded and a certain shop caught his attention. The sign said Magical Menagrie. It was a pet shop.

Nathan walked into the shop, Hermione following behind.

Nathan was impressed with the shop as he saw the various animals around the shop.

"What are you planning to get?" he asked Hermione as the bushy-haired girl looked around the shop.

"I don't know… let's have a look around. I'm sure we'll find something." she said as she walked off. Nathan left his and Hermione's belongings by the cashier and began to look around.

Nathan looked through a number of animals there but so far did not find anything. He soon came across an odd looking eagle with two long thin tails perched on a fake branch, near the ceiling. The Eagle had golden eyes and three sets of wings, it's feathers on it's back were shimmering gold, with the feathers on the underside being pure white. It had a really long thin feather protruding from each side of it's cranium like some kind of crown. It eyed him carefully before it took off and flew. As it did, it caused clouds to appear and lightning to form around it.

The bird landed on the Nathan's shoulder, and the storm disappeared. It eyed him carefully before rubbing it's head against him.

Nathan chuckled "Alright then, I guess it's you and me, buddy", he said. Nathan picked out a cage and some bird seeds and dried meat chunks seeing as it was a bird of prey.

He met Hermione at the cashier who was holding half-kneazle cat, "Bloody Hell, I thought I'd never sell that one" the cashier stated, surprising the two.

"Why's that?" Nathan asked.

"That there is a Thunderbird," he said, shocking both Hermione and Naruto.

"I've read about them in Newt Scamander's "Fantastic Beasts and where to Find Them'. Their supposed to live in the deserts of the United States, and grow to be taller that a human adult. Why is this one so small?" Hermione asked.

"This one was born with a rare defect. He's an adult in Thunderbird years but he's never grown bigger than your average eagle. On the flip side, his size works well because Thunderbird Tail Feather's are highly sought-after wand cores. I've sold more than 3 dozen to Ollivander in the last 2 years since I got that Thunderbird, and they sell for 4 galleons each," the owner said, "Now there was a couple of students who wanted it as well. Thing is, that whenever they got close it would react violently and shock them. Anyway, I'm not gonna complain," he said, bringing up the prices.

The two paid for their pets and left the shop.

"So, what are you gonna name yours" Nathan asked.

Hermione thought about it for a bit. "I'm going to name you, Crookshanks", she said petting the cat and getting a purr in return, "What about you?"

Nathan stoked the thunderbird's beak, "I'm going to name him, Zeus" he said, the thunderbird flapped its wings in agreement.

Hermione tilts her head in confusion, "After the King of the Greek Gods?".

"What else do you name a pet thunderbird? Frank?" He joked, getting a giggle from Hermione.

"So, I just need to get my wand. What about you?" he asked.

Hermione brought up her list, "I need to get a wand first, then get the phials and scales" she said.

"Alright then, let's go-" he said as he pulled his cart. Hermione carried her books and new pet as she followed the black haired reincarnate.

Ollivander's

Nathan and Hermione walked into the shop and instantly noticed the mess it was in. A flower pot as broken on the floor, 'What happened here?' they wondered. Ollivander walked out from around the corner holding a broom and dustpan.

"Ah, sorry about the mess, using a wand tends to leave the place a little messy", he said as he brought out his own wand, he weaved it and the broom and dustpan swept up the broken pot.

"I've been wondering when I would see you, Mr. Potter." Ollivander said with a knowing look.

Hermione's eyes widened as she looked between the two for a sec before connecting the dots about Nathan. "Holy Cricket! You're Nathaniel Potter!" She exclaimed.

Nathan rubbed his face and Hermione asked after a few moments, "Why didn't you say what your name was earlier?"

"Because, whenever people find out who I am in this world, they act like I'm some sort of savior. I was concerned you would start acting like that too." Nathan said.

"Oh. Well, you don't need to worry," Hermione said with smile, "Having met you in person, I prefer Nathan Potter over the Boy-who-lived."

Nathan was really touched by that. He looked at her, "Are we friends now? I've never had one before."

"I haven't either," she smiled, "I'd like to be friends. I think real friends won't care about your scar or you being 'The-Boy-Who-Lived', Nathan. I don't care about those things."

They both shared a smile and Ollivander decided known to make himself known again.

"Now what was your name again, young lady?" Ollivander asked.

"Hermione Granger."

"Hmm, never heard of you… are your parents muggles perhaps?" he asked.

Hermione nodded her head, "Yes, my parents are muggles but, they're magically aware" she said.

"Ah, I see. Well, no worries, not every wizard is born with parents with the same magical ability. Now then, allow me to find you both wands. Ms. Granger, let's start with you" he said as he went through several wand boxes.

Seconds later, he walked back with an box, "Here we are. Eight Inches, Rosewood, Veela's Hair Core" he said handing over the wooden stick.

She waved it and caused one of his shelves to fall over.

"Apparently not." he said heading back for another. They waited for about two minutes before he came back with a light colored box.

"Give this a try. Ten Inches, Vine Wood, Dragon Heartstring Core" He said. Hermione grasped it and felt the wind pick up slightly as the magical energy engulfed her.

Ollivander chuckled and said, "It seems you've found your wand Ms. Granger"

Hermione smiled and paid for her wand.

"Hermione," came a voice behind them and Hermione turned to see her mother.

"Mum,", She greeted and Mrs. Granger asked, "Are you ready to go, I've got you everything you need."

Hermione nodded "I'll see you tomorrow at the station Nathan" she said waving goodbye.

Nathan waved back before turning his attention to the old wand maker, "Now for you Mr. Potter." he said as he began looking through the numerous stacks of wands to find one for Nathan.

"It seems only yesterday that your mother and father were in in here buying their first wands." Olivander said as he searched through one of the shelves.

"Ah." He said as he pulled on of the boxes out of the shelves. "Here we are." Ollivander said as he brought the box over to the desk and opened it. "Ash wood, 10 inches, veela hair, pliant." He handed it to Nathan.

Nathan grasped it and gave a small wave with it, the resulting flux of magic causing several cupboard doors to fly out of the cupboards, making a mess. Nathan cautiously placed the wand on the desk, careful not to cause a mess.

"Apparently not." Ollivander said. With most wizards, he could get it right on the first try. Obviously though, Nathan Potter was destined to be more than normal. He disappeared for a moment.

"Here try this. Maple and phoenix feather core. Seven inches, quite whippy." Nathan tried again, this time cause a glass vase to break.

"Hmm, tricky customer, but we have the right wand here somewhere." Said Ollivander as he got another one out.

"Cherry wood and Dragon Heartstring. Thirteen inches. Very powerful wand." This time, a lamp flew up and broke as it hit the ceiling.

"No. no, and definitely not. No matter."

Ollivander disappeared into the back again and pulled out another one, this one being quite similar to another one. "Hmm, I wonder." Ollivander mumbled to himself as he brought it out.

"Holly with a phoenix feather core, eleven inches." As Nathan grasped this one, he again felt nothing. He waved it and blasted apart another shelf.

"Curious. Very curious." Ollivander said to himself.

"What's curious?" Nathan asked as he handed the wand back.

"I remember every wand I have ever sold. Mr. Potter. It just so happens that the phoenix, whose tail feather resides in this wand, gave another feather. Just one other. Yew, 13 ½ inches, and quite powerful. I thought you might have been destined for this wand, since it's brother gave you that scar." Mr. Ollivander finished whilst pointing at Nathan's lightning bolt scar.

Nathan rubbed his scar as he asked, "And who owned that wand?" Mr. Ollivander breathed deeply before sighing.

"We do not speak his name. The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It is not always clear why." Ollivander put the wand back.

"Mr. Ollivander," Nathan asked, "Is it possible we could do a custom wand for me? I heard you offer those services."

"I do, Mr. Potter. And since all of your potential wands up front did not bond with you, I was going to get out some of the stronger ones in the back, but a Custom Wand will be guaranteed to bond with you, but it will cost extra." The wandmaker said.

"Money is not an issue for me." Nathan said.

"Then please follow me," Ollivander then took him into a special room with jars, pieces of wood and a magic circle on the floor.

"What you will need to do is run your hand over each of the jars and see which one gets the strongest reaction. It should manifest as a tingle in the arm." Nathan nodded and did so. He ran his hands over all the jars before he placed his hands on two, both of whom had reactions of equal strength and were the strongest reactions of the whole lot. He pulled them from the rack and gave them to Ollivander.

"Ah, Thunderbird Tail Feather. I'm not surprised, given you have one as a familiar. Wands with these cores are very powerful but difficult to master, and are excellent for transfiguration. Wands with Thunderbird tail feather cores, like the birds the feathers are taken from, are able to sense danger and can cast curses on their own when that danger is toward their wielder. I only been using them for several years but I find the expierance a delight." Ollivander said as he took one.

"That's the Heartstring from a particularly violent Hungarian Horntail. Wands with these cores are powerful and learn spells easy, though they aren't the most loyal. But with the Thunderbird Tail Feather, It don't think you will have to worry about that." Ollivander said.

"Now, same thing but with the wood." Ollivander said. Nathan ran his hands over the woods and eventually picked the one he had the strongest connection with.

"Ebony wood. Highly suited to all manner of combative magic, and Transfiguration." Ollivander noted.

He placed in the magic circle and began chanting. Nathan watched on with morbid as the wood slowly formed around the two cores.

After 10 minutes, Ollivnader opened his eyes and the wand was formed. (For appearance, think an all black Elder Wand).

Garrick grabbed it and held it out for Nathan to take. "Ebony Wood, 13 inches, Thunderbird Tail Feather and Hungarian Horntail Heartstring cores."

Nathan grasped the handle and this time, magic erupted from Nathan. A violent wind blew in all directions, emanating outward from him. His body was covered with fire as lightning sparking all around him. After a few moments, it died down.

"Whoa. What a rush," Nathan said, astonished at the power of the wand.

"How very interesting. That has got to be one of the strongest wands I have ever made." Ollivander said.

"You don't make Custom wands that much?" Nathan asked.

"The last time was 20 years ago." Ollivander said. "Listen Mr. Potter, that wand you have is the strongest dual core wand I have ever made and it is comparable in power to a few of the weaker triple core wands. There have only been ten successfully created Wands with Triple Cores in history. 3 never took owners, two overloaded when they met heir match against each other. But the other 5…they went on to change the world. I believe we can expect great things from you."

Nathan left after that, ready to start Hogwarts.

Chapter End

A couple of you have asked for Bellatrix in the Harem, and while I am intrigued by the thought, I'm not sure how to pull it off.

I did not like writing that confrontation with Hagrid, but it did not make sense why he had the key. The key also vanishes from the film and is never heard from again. Now, Naruto has it.

I didn't really want to add Hedwig, mainly because that's Harry's pet. The Holly wand is also Harry's. Nathan's stuff should be different.

I used a recolored Elder Wand's appearance for his wand because I'm a sucker for it's appearance. It's just so cool.

The Elder Wand is still the strongest wand in existance. Triple core'd wands are right below it, followed by double cores, etc.