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This has been altered slightly, thanks to who ever it was that pointed out Ollivanders disapearence.
Harry ended up reading the whole of the book on wizarding society and the twelve families. He couldn't believe this was kept from him all this time but then again, probably the only one to of known would have been Dumbledore.
"Damn him" Harry shouted "why wouldn't he of told me this after everything he said about being honest, damn him!" he ranted to himself.
Some interesting facts he had managed to find in the book along the way were that the original twelve families were the reason Gringott's was so successful pledging there support when it was first trying to open and so having the most secure vaults in the entire place in a completely different corridor, all to themselves.
"Must go visit them and get into that vault, the "physical object" the book referred to would be in there and he could bond with it. That he was looking forward to, it helped that once he had bonded with it he would no longer be classed as an underage wizard and could find somewhere to train, preferably his ancestral home which nobody other than a family member or someone he invited could find. 'Perfect' he mused 'just the place I need to get away for a while and sort all this crap out, plus it will give me a chance to learn and train myself to fight'
What also helped was the fact that the "physical object" was actually a sword, he learned this from his ancestors knowledge, but not just any blade but an elemental blade with the handle being made of the horn from the last living ancient black dragon, willing given of course, which was a darkness elemental itself, to the point it spat black flames from its mouth which would engulf anything it hit and strip the soul from any living thing it hit. This Harry was sure would go along great with the element he had been gifted along with the blades master skills both in dragon blade form and elemental form, two of the most powerful blade master forms ever, and the blade being the only one which could be used for both, all in all he was very excited.
Many plans and binned plans later he drifted of to sleep for his second peaceful sleep in two nights, a rarity, but not of course for someone with occlumency shields gifted to you by an ancestor, he would thank that particular ancestor again, for the thousandth time the next morning when he woke.
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As he flew across open sky, flying at speeds which would make almost any other animal flinch, he couldn't help but be extremely happy. His master had finally awoken his familiar and friend. Once the bonding had taken place with the sword surely his master would make his leave for his ancestral home? Yes that's where he would head for now, he wanted to give his master some time to adapt, he had sensed the link forming and knew it had been uncomfortable for his master but was scared to do anything in fear of shocking him even more before the knowledge had begun to awake.
He headed to the grounds of the house from there, praying his master would come soon and bond fully with him so he could help him in his quest. A burst of speed and he plummeted coming to rest on the top most tower of the home, here he would wait for his master, although he wouldn't have to wait long.
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Harry opened his eyes to sunlight streaming in the window and a rather annoyed looking Hedwig. Opening his eyes further he saw the problem being another imperious bird sitting on the window ledge watching him carefully. Un-fogging his mind Harry got up and walked to the bird to relieve it of its letter, the owl hooted softly in response the stroke behind the ear before flying back out the window.
After giving his annoyed feathered friend some attention to calm here down Harry sat down on his bed and turned the letter over and finding the crest of Gringott's emblazed on the wax seal on the letter. Becoming extremely curious he ripped the letter open to find a hand written letter from the head of the London branch, Rucknil, wishing to speak with him later that day and informing him that the letter was also a portkey to the entrance to Diagon alley. The activation word being 'Ravenclaw', which made him chuckle slightly; he didn't know goblins could have a sense of humour.
Having decided, after looking in his wardroom, that he really needed a new set of clothes he set of to Diagon alley 4 hours early for his meeting with Rucknil so he could get some shopping done first. He finally was on his way a little later having taken all of his stuff with him; he wasn't going to return, he was leaving this place and his old self behind. Harry now had safer places to be and enough gifts and talents that any death eater stupid enough to get in his way would really be in trouble. Picking up his wand, he started, nothing happened, no flair of power, no warm feeling inside, no rush of magic waiting to be used. Dead, that's the only way he could describe it.
"Well one things for sure, I really need a new wand" he mused to himself quietly, he would have to go see what Ollivander and see what the old man could do for him. Snapping back to his senses he realised that Ollivander had gone missing at the start of last year, 'maybe he has come back' he thought he would have to check when he got there
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As the portkey landed Harry for the first time in his life managed to stay on his feet, not only that but he did it with grace and poise. 'Must be something to do with one of my gifts' he thought and sure enough one for 'master of transportation' came to mind and he immediately knew how to make portkey's, apparate silently (an advanced form of apparition which few could master) and other forms of transport he never knew existed. Vortex transport was apparently the fore runner to apparition, but requiring a lot more focus and power, however was almost impossible to ward against, another plus was the fact it was possible to forge vortex travel with an element thus causing an explosion as you implode your element when you disappear, as it is without you as its grounding. The resulting explosion would be fatal to anyone in a twenty-five metre range that couldn't conjure an elemental shield of equal power to, or stronger than the blast.
'well that's going to be handy' he mused before removing his wand, still concerned about the lack of response from either himself or his wand and tapped the right brick on the wall to the alley. Nothing happened, he checked again to make sure it was the right brick but again nothing happened.
"What the hell!" Harry shouted, he then touched the brick to make sure that it was definitely the right one, "slightly raised this is the brick, what the hells happened to my wand!" at this point , Tom the barman of the Leaky Cauldron came rushing out of the pub with his wand raised before relaxing at the sight of Harry. 'Stupid' he thought 'should of at least put on a disguise, just because I probably could take on a few death eaters, don't want to test that until I'm sure about it'
"ah Mr Potter, what seems to be the problem, I heard shouting from inside and expected the worst" Tom finished looking sad, he was obviously heart-broken at the affairs in the wizarding world, his patrons were his family and it was less and less that they dared venture out these days, even when they did many didn't have time or want to chat.
"Sorry for startling you Tom, it's just that my wand seems to be playing up, it wont even Diagon Alley for me, I don't understand it" Harry explained to the older man. Seeing the look of confusion on Tom's face he guessed he had never heard of such a thing either, he just hoped that the wand maker had.
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Once he had managed to get away from Tom, the old man really did need some company; he decided that the wand shop very much looked open however his new wand may take a while so went to Madam Malkins for some new robes and muggle wear, which he found out was a new line started up by a muggle-born witch who got tired of having to charm all of her own clothes when she didn't wear robes. Leaving the shop wearing a hooded cloak, and using some of his elemental magic, which didn't require a wand and came very easily to him, to hide his face he set off in the direction of Ollivander's.
Upon entering the shop he noticed that a man that looking a lot like Ollivander, only a lot younger was busy with another customer so sat in the rickety looking chair that Hagrid had last time to wait. Almost fifteen minutes later the young wizard had his first wand, a smile crept onto Harry's face remembering how innocent he had been then; he definitely wasn't the same person now. While sitting in the chair he had opened up to his gifts and found out and taken a general look at them all, in general he was impressed, there were ten gifts, the maximum that could safely be transferred without killing the recipient. The gifts were chosen by his own subconscious as being the most important to him, what brought a tear to his eye and a smile to his face was that he had gotten a gift from both parents along with Rowena and her husband.
Looking at the ecstatic behaviour of the wand maker Harry knew that he would get answers and that this may very well end up being a good thing for him, especially if he would be able to use this new wand against Voldemort.
"Mr Potter, let me guess, unable to use your wand? No rush of power when you touch it? A feeling of emptiness where once your wand was connected? Yes, yes I can see it in your eyes, the gift of the twelve has been unlocked within you, my father always argued with Dumbledore on that one, he said it was for your best, but….. never mind you will be needing a new wand I'm sure, sorcerers were never known in the Ravenclaw family line, no, never one I can think of" Ollivander beamed at him with a wide smile as if waiting for him to answer some unknown question. "Well we must be getting along young sir, follow me and we will get you started, if you would just call your familiar, I will get the wood samples..."
"Sorry, sir, but my familiar, I don't have one" Harry interrupted confused, at this Ollivander just chuckled and beckoned him to follow while shaking his head muttering what sounded like 'young ones today' or so he thought. Harry was unsure about the new Ollivander, he seemed exactly like the old one, just younger and more eccentric, one thing was for sure, he certainly knew his stuff equally as well as the old one.
"Right then Mr Potter, the first thing you must do is call your familiar, which if u will hold on a second I will show you how to do, then you must transform into your animagus form again if you will wait I will show you this also, from the two creatures I will extract a piece of feather, claw, fur or similar to use as the core to your new wand, then I will have you hold the pieces of wood over there until we find a match. Once this is done I will start work on it immediately and get the wand to you hopefully within twenty-four hours. This was said in a bit of a rush, and with Harry trying to interrupt every time he didn't understand something, which was about every second sentence, even with his new brain power, without it he dreaded to think where he would have been.
"Mr Ollivander, would you mind explaining first why I need a new wand? He inquired as the older man was walking up to cupboards and extracting what looked like a workman's tool bag that had been hit by a few too many stray curses.
"Yes, of course how silly of me, now hold still my lad and I will take away the final block on your memories, this may take about five minutes, it was put on by Dumbledore you see, please sit still. Buzzing, lots and lots of buzzing, he couldn't really describe it any better, even to himself but all he knew was he felt more at peace with his gifts, like they had accepted him and were willing to be used now, he would have to ask Ollivander about this when he stopped muttering and opened his eyes.
Five minutes later and Harry understood why his wand didn't work, he was to strong, well in a way anyway, there was no doubting he was strong magically but the thing that made him extremely powerful was his close connection to his own magic, his old wand just couldn't handle that power, over the years as he pushed powerful spells through a core, while powerful and almost unique, was not powerful enough nor linked to him or his magic, hence his magic ripped it apart. This also explained why he was never a great shake at magic himself, his wand while giving him a rush, produced by a potion on the wand put there by Dumbledore, another machination by the old goat, was never that close to him, he would have had more success in many cases if there hadn't been a core at all.
Almost on instinct he raised his hand above his head and clicked his fingers twice, this was his signal to his familiar he discovered, well until he bonded fully with it, allowing mind speech between the two from any range.
Suddenly in the room a bright flash of pure energy erupted in the room, hailing the arrival of his familiar. Harry stared, as did Ollivander, he had read about these, but there was no way such a powerful creature could be his familiar, it just didn't make sense, never in the history books had there ever been an account of one bonding with a human, hell only 2 elves in history had bonded with them and they were almost able to be classed as a magical creature themselves making it inherently easier.
A thunder phoenix, sometimes referred to as simply a thunderbird, commonly accepted to be the only creature more powerful than a fire phoenix, and one of the most loyal creatures alive, healing tears that are a more powerful healing agent than unicorn blood, instant travel capable of crossing realms and flight speeds than could reach the speed of light. The phoenix looked into Harry's eyes and he felt naked, like he was being stripped down to his very being, then he felt something form in his mind, something calming yet with a deadly edge to it, much like a thunder storm itself, and the phoenix bowed, he had been accepted.
He gulped, what else could he do, he had been accepted by one of the most powerful creatures ever to roam the earth, perhaps only seconded by the imperial arch gryphon, an extinct animal that was said to be able to take on a dozen dragons and win, and the six ancient elemental dragons, one of each form with the power to rip apart galaxies if they got into a fight with each other.
'Fear not young one, I have found you worthy, you have sacrificed much, and I see suffering in the future however I will help you stay strong, together we will triumph, and hopefully we can have a little fun along the way' if a mind speech message could be left with an evil grin this was it, many experts had said that although the fire phoenix was classed as the lightest of light creatures this assumption was wrong and it was the Royal gryphon that could claim this title as phoenix magic, a powerful form of wards, shields and hexes, was closely related to modern day 'dark arts'.
"Thank you my friend" Harry stated to the new phoenix with a bow of his own. Closely examining the phoenix he could see that it was dark grey almost black in colour with what seemed like constantly moving white lines over its body, he soon realised that in fact the edge of each wing was white and it was only the movement of the bird that caused this effect. Suddenly out of nowhere, scaring a still white and already shocked witless Ollivander, the magnificent bird flew at Harry's chest knocking him over with an oomph. The bird sat on his chest and scraped his beak the length of the lightening bolt scar on his head, drawing a gasp of pain from him, arching his back in pain, Harry saw the phoenix cry a golden tear into the wound.
Peace at last he thought, the scar had healed immediately and a small ghost like figure had exited the wound, almost like a mini Voldermort, but less formed. One almighty screech from the phoenix later and the shadow burst into thousands of pieces and burnt on the floor.
'What in the hell did you do?' Harry asked his phoenix with his new mind speech, looking around he found a slightly guilty bird sitting on the desk looking at him.
'sorry master but it seems that Voldemort was not as careless as he first seemed, and did indeed take precautions before he attacked you that night, you see he made you, in the form of that scar one of his seven horcrux's, the actual killing curse did nothing to, and actually bounced off of a darkness shield you created naturally, the killing curse being a low level elemental curse rebounded from it' Harry stared dumbly at the phoenix, what next? He asked himself. Thinking of something he turned back to the phoenix, he saw it still looking guilty and as if it was berating itself.
'Do not feel guilty my friend, it was necessary and I feel much lighter knowing that it is gone, like an imaginary weight has been lifted from my shoulders, next time some warning would be nice though' he smiled at his phoenix who brightened and chirped a powerful burst of song back, finally bringing Ollivander back to his senses somewhat, although he would still need a while. 'Can you tell me though where my visions and connection to Voldermort was coming from though, was it the horcrux?'
'yes, by implanting a piece of his soul into you he formed a connection to your mind that only a master of the mind magic's, which I sense you have recently received as a gift from the Ravenclaw founder, would have been able to block'
'Thank you, and my name is Harry, not master, what may I call you' He inquired
'Well this is the first time I have bonded so my name is up to you however I am rather found of the name Flash, it is the name my mate gave me before she died giving birth to our child'
'Flash it is then'
"Harry?" he turned to find a much more composed Ollivander staring at him with what could only be described as a gloating smirk planted on his face. "can we carry on, I can only imagine what sort of animal your animagus will be to counter the immense power of a thunder phoenix, I will truly enjoy working on this wand, although it may take a little longer than I first expected" he rushed out with a smile, then started muttering to himself about focus stones and/or crystals.
Harry smiled, he liked to see the wand maker happy plus he was about to do something which was supposed to take years and follow in the footsteps of his father and godfather. Settling into a light meditation he let his sub conscious find his form, a caged animal, black as the night with what seemed to be smoke coming from his mouth and piercing green eyes that he could recognize anywhere, every time he looked in the mirror actually, he let himself be one with the animal, it felt natural to do so. He felt acceptance, like with his phoenix, but this was deeper, more grounded, something he had missed his whole life without knowing it, another part of himself had been unleashed, he still didn't feel whole but it was certainly a lot better than two weeks ago, and he hoped his new wand would fill the remaining gap. Opening his eyes he found Ollivander once more in shock, and a proud looking familiar staring down at him, he also noticed his senses were a lot better, he could smell the firewhisky that Ollivander had taken moments ago to try and calm his nerves and what he ate last night. Hear the mouse cleaning itself behind the skirting board of the shop and the phoenix and mans heart beat in front of him. Getting his wits about him he walked up to Harry, almost being eye to eye with him even although Harry was on four legs, and put his wand to his throat, Harry didn't like this one bit but the fact was he trusted the old wand maker.
"Please don't open your mouth Harry" he stammered "I need to make your new wand for you and I can't do that if I'm dead now can I?" he almost seemed to be pleading with him. Harry was really confused, 'what had got into him?' suddenly laughter erupted in his head, phoenix laughter in fact 'That might be quite a good idea Harry, it seems that your animagus form is a nundu you see' Harry chuckled in his head now, not daring to open his mouth to try in his form, he knew that he wouldn't do the wand maker any harm, the gas was like a snakes venom, he had to choose to spray it, it didn't happen every time he opened his mouth, but still he didn't want to give him a heart attack, just yet anyway.
When he transformed back into human form he immediately noticed some chances, he was stronger, bigger built and moved with even more grace and poise than before, his hair was longer, darker, almost like a flowing shadow and his body was much more muscle bound and toned although not close to a weight lifters, more a tri-athletes. Ollivander noticing the confused expression on his face explained this often happened when magical creatures were the animagus and he had actually changed into that human form before his transformation in to the nundu. 'Like my body preparing it self so it wasn't as difficult or painful transformation' he mused and heard and agreeing chirp from Flash.
Walking over to where Ollivander was seated he noticed a dark grey phoenix feather sitting soaking in a liquid beside what he presumed to be a throat string from his animagus form and the old man taking another shot, this time directly from the bottle of firewhisky, 18 year old he noted from the bottle.
"What's next sir?" he asked him while tapping him on the shoulder "Something to do with the wood types and a focus stone you mentioned earlier" this caused another wide grin to appear on Ollivander's face and he was off again.
About an hour later the wood and stone had been chosen, a mix of holly and yew were the wood, which didn't really surprise Harry or Ollivander, he couldn't get rid of his connection to Voldermort totally, even if he wanted to. The focus stone was another surprise for the wand maker; he said it has been gifted to the Ollivander family many years ago with the promise that they would find the perfect wand for it. Looks like they were right. Walking out of the wand shop with only a half hour before his appointment with Rucknil he made a quick stop to pick up a new watch, just because he saw one he liked while passing a shop and strolled down the street, he was incredibly happy with how the day had gone so far, he was so happy the he would of started whistling, but that would of spoilt the dark wizard aura he was throwing off in waves, with his flowing black robes, shadowed face and graceful almost floating walk. Many that day would think they had seen the most dangerous person in the world, but forget this quickly, nobody was as powerful as Voldermort now Dumbledore was dead, how wrong they were, the person just needed some time.