October 1984
The little raven haired boy gazed totally amazed at the many shops in Diagon Alley. It was the first time that Harry had left Arreton Castle. Never before had he seen so many people in one place, although in reality it were only few and had never seen so many different kinds of strange things.
The anxiety, which he had felt a while ago when Bella had put a spell on him and herself which had altered their appearances and when he had realized that Nell wasn't allowed to accompany them, had vanished. Excited he tried to register everything what extended itself before his eyes. Spotting a shop window in which brooms were showed he wanted to stop but Bella, who held Harry's hand firmly in hers, dragged him along. Harry stumbled alongside her and asked,
"Can I look at the brooms?"
"Not today, Harry," the coolly voice of the Dark Lord rang out who had necessarily charmed himself invisible.
Under no circumstances he did want to provoke an attack from the Order when being only in the company of Harry and Bella.
Hearing his voice, Harry, who had completely forgotten the presence of his father, flinched. Meanwhile Harry had understood that the man with the red eyes, which he still found creepy, was his father; a realization over which he had been very surprised. Sadly Harry cast a last glance over his shoulder back to the broom shop.
What a pity that he couldn't take a look at the shop. His sadness lasted however only for a short time since he remembered again that he should get his wand today. In the last three months Bella had taught him reading, writing and a bit of maths. He liked reading the most and could do it already very well. His teacher was strict and not very patient. So he wasn't sure if he liked her. Harry didn't understand that Bella knew extremely well she would be punished if he wouldn't make any progress.
'If magic is as well so interesting?' Harry wondered and began to look forward to get his wand. Shortly afterwards they finally reached the wand shop and entered it. It took a moment until Harry's eyes had gotten used to the darkness and he could made out the many shelves which were full to the brim with oval slim boxes. An old man shuffled towards them. The look out of his bright eyes was sharp and Harry moved closer to Bella who said in a gruff tone,
"The boy needs a wand."
She laid a hand on his shoulder and pushed him to the front. The man raised one eyebrow.
"But he is very young. I'm not sure if a wand will choose him," he objected.
Bella pointed her wand at Ollivander.
"Stop talking and show him wands," she ordered.
The eyes of Mr. Ollivander narrowed. Finally he nodded reluctantly, gave Harry a wand and told him to swing it through the air. Harry took the wand and did as he was told but nothing happened. Mr. Ollivander gave Harry wand after wand and Harry tried and tried. Then, while Ollivander was currently searching for more suitable wands, which his customer hadn't tried yet, Harry looked round the small shop. His eyes fell on a black wand which was lying on white satin in a small insignificant box.
The wand had a slight shimmer and Harry had the weird feeling that the wand was calling him. He stepped towards the little table, reached out with his hand and took it out of its box. All of a sudden he felt strange warmth in his fingers and golden sparks shot out of the wand. Happily Harry turned around and saw how Mr. Ollivander who in the meantime had appeared again and was holding several boxes in his arms, stopped abruptly in his track, stared piercingly at him and turned as white as a sheet.
"That can't be. That is impossible. That wand …how curious," he stammered.
"What is so curious?" Voldemort asked who had become suddenly visible. Ollivander flinched back.
"Nothing, nothing important."
"Crucio"
The old wizard fell screaming to the floor. For a moment Harry stood completely petrified.
"Stop it, please stop it, father!"
Voldemort lifted the curse and asked again. With a voice full of hatred, Ollivander spoke,
"The wand possesses a feather of the same phoenix as yours."
The eyes of the Dark Lord widened. So he had been right with his presumption. The Potter child would be indeed extremely powerful one day if such a wand had chosen him at the age of four. Regarding the old man, he knew that it would be wise to kill him; before he could run to Dumbledore and tell him that a young boy in the Dark Lord's company had been chosen by a greatly powerful wand. Who could know to what conclusions that old fool would come? For a moment he considered to impose a memory charm on him but then decided against it. This charm could be broken after all. He rather wouldn't want to take this risk.
"Avada Kedavra," he said with a loud voice. Ollivander fell lifeless to the ground.
Voldemort turned, laid a finger under Harry's chin and forced the child to look at him.
"He was worthless. The most important thing in the world is, to have power, my son. Those who are strong enough to seek it will rule the world. Soon you will learn this. Come."
He let go off Harry and put the invisible charm on himself. Bella, who was still very much astounded about the wand, which had chosen the son of her master, grabbed Harry's hand. They left the shop and Voldemort cast the Dark Mark in the sky. Then they apparated back to Arreton Castle. Arriving at the Castle Bella brought the child back to his rooms and left him there, without noticing, what a shock the events had been for the child. Harry, who was trembling madly, dropped to the floor. That green light he had seen before, in his nightmares. But he didn't understand exactly what just had happened. As Nell saw him,she clapped her hands in front of her face,
"Young master, what has happened to you?" she shrieked.
Harry tried to speak; no word could be heard however. Nell saw his tremor and white face and took him immediately to bed. Then she brought him a glass of hot cocoa and helped him to drink it. Quietly she began to sing. It took a long time until Harry stopped to tremble and fall asleep. Nell sat the whole night at his bed and watched over him. She would punish herself tomorrow. If it hadn't disturbed her young master she would do it now. She had failed him. She hadn't been there to protect him, from whatever had happened. She was a bad house-elf.
Meanwhile some members of the Order of the Phoenix were standing in Ollivanders shop and Alastor Moody was staring down at the lifeless body. Why had the Death Eaters so suddenly killed him? Although it had been quite known that Ollivander was against Voldemort and his supporters, it didn't make any sense, after letting Ollivander alive for so long.