AN: Call me a fool or incompetent but used asterisks and what have you for thought and parcel but for some reason I am denied said privilege. I am using Fifox as my browser. I will try the rest later. Just maybe?

As of now:

1: Parcel is "' '"

2: Thought is ' '


Shopping

The morning after…

Privet Drive…

Harry woke terribly slowly. The more events of the previous day, and days, and years flashed before his tired eyes the more he came too.

Living in denial did not help him. He remembered accepting fate yesterday. He knew what that meant. The past was a lesson; he had to accept that for what it is. 'Life is a serious of dates and time, a date missed is an event lost, an event lost is time lost, this meant life lost. Maybe not in death but at the end of the day another persons.' He remembered that today would be the day they would take him to go to Diagon Alley. He wondered who would take him and how they would get there.

'It does not matter who or how as long as I get there. I do not even know what I will need, maybe professor Dumbledore will remember the list.' He slowly and painfully got up; there was not a muscle in his body that was not sore. He went into the shower turning the water rather hot. With his eyes closed and his hands against the wall he stood spread-eagled, just letting the water flow where they wanted. It felt good. Opening his eyes he only saw red. Gasping his surprise at the crimson flow of water he methodically started covering his body for cuts and bruises. His hands did not get any bruises except for the blisters on his hands which were almost heeled already. But this Harry Potter did not take to head. No he was just wandering where all the blood came from. Harry finished up washing his hair staying well clear of his scar as it was still throbbing like a mad Goblin throwing a tantrum unable to open a vault.

He got out of the shower and dressed. Then he realized that he had no mirror. 'I don't know why I even bother; they go where they want in anyway.' Too soon he realized that he did not know where his glasses were. Looking for them he realized that he did not need them.

This brought Harry back to life. He sat on the edge of his bed contemplating what happened and how it happened. He remembered Albus putting the wards on the shed. He felt differently, extremely tired but different. But how, why, he did not have an answer. 'Well I believe it is better not to tell anyone about this. It will be my secret. I will not even tell Professor Dumbledore about this.' He did not know why but he knew that he could use it to his advantage. He just had to wait and see. Boy would he see soon enough.

Picking up a quill Harry started concentrating hard on changing the quill into Glasses. He let thought of what he wanted it to be able to do cross his mind and he said an incantation.

Opening his eyes he gave his new glasses a once over and he liked them immediately. They were not shaped like his old ones, no, no definitely not. They were shaped like teardrops to the side. 'Where did I see one with the same shape' then it dawned on him, Tonks. He could not help but smile at the one as clumsy as Neville. He remembers her calling it rave glasses or something. Giving his clothing a once over he knew there was something to be done about that. And remembering Tonks he knew where.

He placed the glasses on his nose like he used to but they were not comfortable. Pushing them all the way up the bridge of his nose he felt them slide home. That was comfortable. He was ready to face the day and was going to do just that this instant. He walked too the door and opened it. Standing in the doorway was Tonks and moody. His hand was in the knocking position. Harry seeing them immediately said "Tonks, Professor Moody. We first need to go to that muggle shop to buy me some clothing." Looking at her he immediately knew which he wanted." He looked at Moody who was still about to knock.

By this time Harry, who exhausted and numb with sadness and pain, was worried as well, the events of yesterday still weighing like a bag of gold on the back of his mind and the events at the ministry and his life still clinging like Velcro.

What had the two members in shock was nothing but surprisingly Harry himself. Moody was in shock when Harry opened the door he thought he saw the grim reaper himself. Harry's face was still ashen white, his eyes a crimson red with a emerald green orb in the middle a black pearl to round it of with. The light reflected of the black pearls like the moon on water. His lips were charcoal and perched even as he spoke and remained in a straight line. This reminded Moody of Minerva-a lot.

He had what moody first saw as leave shaped rings around his eyes connected in the middle with another line; it became apparent as Harry turned his head that it was glasses. Meandering down his face from his eyes was two shades of crimson. Fortunately no angry red tears following the same path. He remembered the picture of yesterday still attacking his eyes. He saw the blue and silver lightning shaped scar pulsing. All this was hard. But nothing was as hard as he realized he had his invisibility cloak on.

Tonks enjoyed the same experience as Moody. She was the first to speak. "Nice glasses Harry." Harry simply nodded

Moody came back from his dream world at long last "Potter, remove your glasses." Frowning Harry Complied with Moody they disappeared. 'Where have they gone? Oh. That is better' after he saw them without the glasses he replaced them and felt better immediately. "Where did you get them?" Harry turning back to her mouthed; "Made them." "Can you make me a pair as well" She asked half-heartedly as she was not sure how to handle him at the moment. Without confirmation whatsoever he plucked a hair from his head and went through the same process and handed her the pair. She wasted no time in removing the cloak and putting the others away.
She turned to moody and asked "What do you…" she did not finish the sentence as she realized she could see him "Oh my." Moody was still dumb struck. 'How will I explain this to Albus' He took his invisibility cloak off.

"I think we will go by Floo." Moody said as he started for the house. Tonks was still amazed with her glasses but followed none the less. Harry still exhausted followed but slower. Inside they were greeted by the Dursley's. Everybody just sat wide mouths looking at Harry. They made their way to the fireplace that Albus and Arthur restored to a real fireplace.

Two soft plops stopped Harry dead in his tracks. Looking down he saw two house elves. Both greeted simultaneously "Good morning master Harry." As they saw him they both recoiled. They knew it was Harry but what they saw frightened them onto their knees. Harry who loved house elves in general loved these two even more so. Bending over he picked them up in a hug. "Hallo" Dobby was the first to answer. Still shaking he stammered "You are our new master." Harry seeing the fear in the elves turned too Moody who suddenly turned in another direction. Tonks was too occupied with a painting on the wall. Something was wrong. First it was the blood, then the reaction of Moody and Tonks, then the Dursley's and now the elves.

As he was in the corridor he turned and looked in the mirror. What he saw should have shocked him, considering that he looked at himself. It did not. Taking his glasses of he looked in the mirror again and decided that the glasses rounded the picture of nicely. Replacing them he knew exactly what clothing to wear as well. "I think we should be going. Dobby, Winky we will talk of this a little later." Two plops were heard and they were in Harry's flat.

Moody and Tonks stood there watching Harry turning to the mirror in slow motion. He did not even flinch at the sight. He even slower removed his glasses. Still no flinch. He replaced his glasses and the two members stood in awe. It seemed to them as if it was intended, planned to the detail even that of the glasses. Tonks who was used to looking strange thought that this would scare Harry as it scared her shitless. They could see that there was satisfaction in Harry's demeanour and that scared them. He looked for al intents and purposes like the grim reaper or a scarecrow and he did not flinch. They shrugged it of as a matter of retained shock until he turned to leave.

"Master Harry looks strange." Was the first thing Winky uttered upon their entrance into the now granny flat. "It is simply just not fair." Dobby relayed the story of the letters he stole and then the two of them started discussing their master and all the things they heard he accomplished. As house elves they worked while they talked. Before leaving for school again they stopped and looked at each other. "I am afraid for Harry." Dobby said. "I know. I am afraid of Harry." Winky replied. "Me too."

Hugging was what came next. As it is this is a natural instinct if you are in love and scared and for some reason they were. "We will help him where and how we can." Dobby said a silent tear running down his chin. Winky caught the tear "Always." That day Winky's drinking problem was something of the past. They plopped away to school. A silent oath by house elves was as good as an oath in blood and sealed in the name of Merlin.

Before they got to the fireplace Harry stopped. "Tonks" "Yes" "Where is the muggle clothing shop that we entered last year?" Thinking for a moment she replied we can get there easily from the leaky cauldron. Moody wanted none of this. "No" was his only answer. Tonks thought for a moment and then suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree. "There is a store ten minutes from here." As they left Privet Drive number four they made their way to the shop that Tonks mentioned. Upon arrival at the shop named "Goth Supplies LTD" Harry knew he found what he was looking for.

Moody who quickly did the math after remembering something he saw on a tele thought out load "Now he will be the grim?" But the two with him just went into the store. The strange thing moody would later recall was that nobody gave them a second look they were ignored by everyone as everyone ignored everyone else. He relaxed. A little bit and as for Moody that was not much. Harry borrowed some money from Tonks and moody with a promise of repayment later, it was immediately declined. The store was a bit expensive but from the oohs and ahs made by Tonks, a master in this field, he knew it was worth it. He bought several black leather pants which Tonks referred to as leggings.

Couple of black shirts with and without sleeves. Three sets of boots. Low, medium and high. He fitted all the clothing and boots of them and was amazed how flexible it was. Tonks seeing the expression on his face smiled. "It is your shape Harry. It is perfect for this clothing." He started looking at the capes but was interrupted buy Tonks "It will be better to have it made at THAT SHOP IN DIAGON ALLEY." Nodding an affirmative Harry paid for all his stuff and they left. Harry was now wearing some of the clothing he bought.

This time muggles were staring. A witch Harry remembered seeing once in Diagon alley looked at him and passed out. They went over and assisted her and her husband. The old man looked at Harry and Harry remembered that he was the strange man that almost hugged Harry to death before he knew he was a wizard. "You have changed Harry, a lot." Is all that needed saying. Several other people that were standing in the vicinity just nodded. For Harry's part he said nothing. Moody sure that nobody could see used the enervate spell on the women. She came to and looked Harry into his eyes.

At that moment Harry was scared to death. He could feel this woman. He did not know how. He could sense her fear, hope, admiration every emotion she had. She slowly got up and hugged Harry. At the touch Harry could feel her emotions. He started nurturing the emotions. He did not understand it but he just did it.

Around them everybody had strange feelings coming too live. Later her husband would discuss it with her. He saw her laugh and smile that day and that just did not happen anymore. She would simply say "That meeting gave me courage, and it came from the-boy-who-lived." Later when the group was together for tea they would all agree to that fact. That he looked strange was not discussed. That part was forgotten.

Upon arriving at number four the trio was greeted by the elves who knew their master was back. They wasted no time as the elves took the clothing and disappeared. The first to go was Moody. Clearly saying "The Leaky Cauldron" and adding the powder for a final touch he was gone in a flash. Moments later his face appeared "It is save." before he disappeared again. Harry went next.

The experiences Harry had with Floo you would not call memorable. This time was sad to say no exception. Beginning Harry said "The Lea"". That is when his scar went to hell again "...ch" was the end. He fell forward grabbing his scar and let go of the Floo powder.

The dark lords Fortress…

"How could you let them capture Wormtail? I had plans with him. Crucio! Bring me his wand. And do not fail me again"

The Leach

Harry could see Lucuis receiving the brunt of his master. And it ended as soon as it begun. When Harry emerged he was in a bar he did not know. And it was not good. He was quickly surrounded by a lot of unsavoury looking men. "It must be that Potter. I wonder how much he-who-must-not-be named will pay for him?"

Harry quickly realized that he was outnumbered twelve to one. "We will find Malfoy. We have a way to contact him. They grabbed onto Portkeys supplied to them by Malfoy and disappeared.

"Kill that fireplace." Immediately someone actioned the order.

The Leaky Cauldron…

"Where is Potter?" Moody growled as Tonks stumbled and fell through the fireplace next. "Leach or something" Moody knew. "Get the order. The leach" Moody threw Floo powder into the fireplace. Nothing. "Bloody hell who does this?" He knew from experience that it was in Knocturn Alley and you could not apparate there thanks to the ministry who held raids there. He sweared himself. "Hell I suggested that." He said as he apparated to the nearest place. He could now only run.

The leach…

What followed next was a serious of attacks. Harry had nowhere to go. Two blocked the door. Harry knew then he had to start moving. Jumping on the bar counter he kicked a beer bottle at the group. It caught a wizard in the face. He went for his face and would be holding it until the fight was almost over. Harry ran along the counter taking his wand out. "Avade Cadavre" "Alive you fools" Someone shouted. He saw the green coming towards him he dived, as he heard several "Stupefy" and "Experialamus" coming his direction, onto the counter and slid taking beer mugs and bottles all with him. In the slide he took his wand out grabbed a larger bottle supposedly some brandy half full and hurled it at the group. Another one went down. They made the mistake of letting Harry regroup. As it happened in the slide they had little choice.

The dark lords Fortress…

Two figures appeared suddenly next to Malfoy.

The dark lord immediately muttered "Avade Cadavre" and one was down… forever and "Crucio" so quickly that only he saw what happened. Malfoy seeing who it was mentioned to his lord "Master they will only come if they bring me tidings of Potter." The dark lord stopped the spell releasing the figure. "Speak" "Potter is at The Leach" was the gasp that ensued. He mumbled as he gave a Portkey to Malfoy. Turning to a follower he said "Reward this abomination. Malfoy take twenty and hurry. A bit of destruction will be good and leave the mark." Malfoy immediately understood his master was only halfway turned and he shouted "Grab on"

Number 12

"Harry, The Leach, Knocturn alley, Trouble, Fireplace…"

For some reasons everybody spoke in riddles where this kid was concerned short, sweet, abbreviated and too a point sharper than the edge of a Katana. The first thing everybody did is swear Moody. But the player was there and he did what he did best when his queen was in trouble. He started moving pieces. "Everybody hold onto me" Ron and Hermoine immediately joined in before anyone could argue.

The Leach...

He jumped off the counter and shouted "Experialamus" at the grouped huddled together. The spell had no choice but to connect. He landed next to a table shouted "Experialamus" again but the group three less their number and the remaining ones ducked. Grabbing a chair Harry smashed a guy who went to the floor. He threw the chair and "Stupefy" at another. He ducked the chair which caught a guy at the door. One left at the door. When the guy who ducted came up it was a spell that knocked him to the ground.

Harry did not see any of this. He was already jumping behind the counter again. Halfway over he cast "Incendo" and "Alahorma" at the chandelier. For some reason the spell worked on the chain and three more where crushed by the falling and burning chandelier. The four left started running. They knew Potter was good but fifteen seconds alone with him was enough to show them how good.

The one at the door thought for a moment of being brave he charged. He started muttering but stopped as he something entering his neck. Something sharp. He felt his muscles stop working, he saw himself fall and he was dead before touching the ground. Harry on top of the counter again saw in slow motion a beautiful snake at least six feet long launch itself at the angry and brave doorman.

He saw the bewilderment in the mans eyes, he was dead and he did not even know how. That was the end of the fight. He jumped of the counter and started talking halfway with the snake.

He knew who it was. "'Nagini'" he said in parcel tongue. She looked at the new him. 'he has changed. I like the change. I hope he kills Voldemort. I hope he lets me help.' "'Harry, I see I find you well. And I have no name anymore'" "'what are you doing here, why don't you have a name and why help me.'" "'I left Voldemort after he became what he is now. I gave up my name for that'" "'Why should I trust you'" she did not answer.

Coming into the open was a Boa constrictor. Harry stood transfixed at the constrictor. "'She comes with my blessing, I will vouch for her, and she will help you. I am a king of the constrictors and too old to assist you.'" "'How have the world been treating you.'" "'Well, thanks to you, what do you say will you accept her?'" He asked too the point. "'Yes'" Harry answered without further reminiscence "'So be it, from here you will be known as Medusa, embrace your master'" she slid up to Harry and started up his leg and torso, until she was at his neck.

She bit him...

in she scruff of his neck.

Harry would never relate the tale to anybody else of how he and Medusa became acquainted. She suddenly changed color. From green to a silver that was blinding. Harry did not feel pain no just acid burn. He could feel the poison working into his system. Blazing. He could feel every artery minor, major and ones without names. He screamed but it died quickly. His whole body was on fire. He could feel the fire in all his limbs. All his muscles contracted.

He gripped a bottle, just in case it was required, so hard that that the bottle neck shattered cutting his hand. He could feel the edges of the cuts burning. He could feel the burning of the blood stopping as it fell to the ground. If it was not for Medusa he would have fallen. He had experienced too much for two days and it was not over yet.

As suddenly as the burning came it was over. Standing there Harry looked at Medusa and the constrictor "'Thank you and why'" the constrictor looked at Medusa and she replied "'I need you Harry'" the constrictor looked back at Harry "'We all need you. You need her. She will grow in power as you grow in power. It is the only way for her to grow.'" He looked back at Medusa "'You chose well.'" He looked back at Harry

"'There are no one else is there?'" Harry asked. "'No you are the only one. You are the only human who will ever be able to assist others to have a companion.'" "'How?'" He asked "'Medusa will help you as you need her.'" With that said the constrictor turned and left muttering "'Trouble is coming, and help a little later'". Harry would see him again. Not soon. Suddenly Harry Potter had a lot more friends and he did not know it. If a king was indebted to you it would help. A lot.

Medusa slid up Harry's leg and around his torso. He went back and sat on the counter. He was ready. Medusa slid under his shirt and stuck her head out the collar of his shirt. Harry felt a strange sensation. Feeling for Medusa he could not feel where she went. He could feel a strange rubbery sensation like scar tissue. Medusa in his thought answered him "'As we are quite powerful it enables me to become one with you. Look at your hand.'" She instructed. He could see something bubbling from under his skin. Silver. Where once there was a hand of skin there was now a hand of silver. Harry looked at his new hand in awe as it became skin and bone again. "'I will teach you our possibilities as we go along'"

Harry did not have time to reply. Standing close to the door was at least a dozen and a half death eaters. Lucuis Malfoy was in the lead. The first thing Malfoy said was "Stupefy" "'Sit still. At the last second stick you hand out and think shield'" Harry decided to chance it and sat.

'It will hit him my master will be pleased' Lucuis Malfoy saw the magic going terribly fast to Harry who did not even move. That was strange. He saw the magic nearly home. Then he saw a shield. Nothing happened and the shield was gone. He saw Harry yawn. "Nice outfit Potter" "Thanks, now leave" "Only with your wand." Malfoy signalled some one who disappeared. Moments later there were at least ten more. Harry had trouble. He was not used to have Medusa and they did not have time to practice together yet. Together they decided to let Harry use his instincts and she would help as the need arose.

"Accio wand" Harry felt his wand twitching and starting towards Malfoy. He released it and grabbed it with the other hand. He replaced in the right hand. He was up and running. Immediately they started casting spells. Harry duct and dived but had no time to counter. He could only throw chairs and the odd "Stupefy" Because It was a short spell. He jumped from the counter and dived behind an upturned table shouting "Stupefy" This got the attention of everyone as one of their numbers was on the floor. Rolling out behind the table he shouted "Experialamus" in the direction of the group.

He knew he had one. In the roll he got hold of a bottle which followed the same direction as the spell. After that he heard only spell after spell. "'Shield'" He stood up and saw one of their numbers standing separated. He grabbed a chair and threw it at the man. He cast at the group. And while they defended he cast stupefy at the man who ducked the chair. This man went to ground. "'Sword'" Harry thought. He did not think it would work but it did. His wand slowly became a sword. By the time he was at a group of three casting spells from the counter Harry had a beautiful double sided sword. He cut through all three as he dived in behind counter.

Suddenly all the pandemonium stopped. Harry got up to look what happened what he saw crumbled his hope. Malfoy had regrouped the death eaters. His eyes were locked with Harry's. A breeze was blowing through his hair. If this man was part of the light-he would be seen as someone like Lancelot. Here to save the day.

However he was not Lancelot and he was not on the side of the good and he was not here to save Harry's day. What he wanted was most of all Harry dead, and the wand. He cast a quick spell and all the furniture and the counter was gone. Harry stood alone with twenty death eaters all facing him, he was truly alone. He had one choice. He remembered – Brother Wands, one feather each from Fawkes, together they could be catastrophic.

Looking at his wand he felt pity as he took it in both hands and brought it down on his knee. There was a flash and the wand was broken in two. Harry saw the feather sticking out, a beautiful red colour.

He heard Lucuis shouting "No" He saw the feather catch fire. He saw the edges of the splintered wand start burning. He saw the order appear and the death eaters disappear except for the three he beheaded, which he only realized now.

He felt Medusa take a shape of her own stretching tighter around him to become one with him again. He saw what he could only describe the spirit of Fawkes come to live in an angry red. It stopped and turned to him. She looked him in the eyes as if to read his mind. "You had to" is all it said. He saw the real Fawkes appear. He felt what was left of his wand fall to the floor. He felt himself falling on his knees. He turned his hands to look at his palms "What have I done he said out loud. He saw Fawkes fly over. He saw him cry in has bloody hands, he saw the cuts disappear. He forgave Harry.

He looked up and saw his two best friends and Ginny run over. He saw them stop. He saw Hermoine cover her face in her hands. He saw Ginny turn around. He saw a lot of the order did the same thing. He saw Ron stop and comfort Hermoine. He heard a lot of sobs. He said out loud "Now I am truly alone" "'No you have me'" He heard in the back of his mind. In parcel he replied "'Thank you Medusa'" her name to the rest sounded like a terrible curse. They cowered behind Dumbledore who stood transfixed looking at Harry. He heard Ron say sorry mate. It was too late.

He walked to the door of The Leach and then he saw Voldemort put Malfoy under crucatious and some other curses for a very long time. When he opened his eyes he saw he was on his knees. "'We will experience this together'" he heard Medusa think. Looking up he looked into the eyes of Albus Dumbledore and he started crying not out loud just tears he did not see it but it was red. Molly ran over followed by his friends they all hugged him. He could feel their emotions. There was nothing but fear. Most of it directed towards him. Not because of him but of him. He started moulding the emotions like a potter making clay pots; he was good at it, he was a Potter after all.

They stood there embracing each other until finally Albus said "Moody take the order back. I will take Harry and the rest to by their school requirements." Turning a fond eye to Minerva he asked "Minerva, will you, Molly and Arthur join us" Instantly there was a chorus of "Of course."

"It seems someone needs a new wand as well." He mentioned as an after thought. They turned to the door and started. Harry suddenly stopped and looked at the remains of his wand on the floor. Holding his hand out he said "Accio Wand" The pieces flew though the air. Not a word was uttered. They rarely saw wandless magic and then it was always only Dumbledore or someone as old.

The group headed towards Diagon alley and people just gaped as Harry Potter past them. Sure they acknowledged Albus Dumbledore but no different than usual, it was Harry that scared them. Harry saw this and stared ahead. He did not want to see them, but he did. He saw them all.

They walked what felt for an eternity. The partners were all in deep conversation. Ron and Hermoine did not surprise him. Ginny walked next to him and started talking for the sake of talking. "What happened back there?" At this the whole group sort of came together. Harry relayed everything from the morning until the present. The group did not interrupt as he told the story and thank fully he could not see their faces. When they walked into Diagon alley they saw Neville alone. He almost fell over his feet to get to them. This only surprised Harry who quickly looked the other way.

Neville boasted his good mornings too everyone. He saw someone he did not know. He walked over and said "Hi my name is Neville," So much confidence surprised Harry, suddenly he new why, DA… "Nice tattoo by the way" Then the tattoo came to life. This brought a shriek from Neville and Ginny. No one knew of Medusa and Harry intended too keep It that way…for now at least. Harry quick as lightning spun around and faced Neville. The boy basically fell backwards and sat flat on the dry hard earth.

Harry stuck his hand out as he said "Hallo Neville" Neville did not take the offered hand. Moments passed before he asked "What happened to you?" Harry ignored this grabbed Neville's hand and hurled him to his feet. "Are you okay?" Neville shaking the dirt of him merely said "Thought I saw the grim in one of grandmother's horror stories."

Harry smiled and started walking towards Mr. Ollivanders shop where Harry needed a new wand. By the time they stopped at the shop Harry was thoroughly relieved. Mr. Ollivander was waiting at the door. "What can I do for you professor."

As Albus Dumbledore heard this he turned and motioned Harry to come forward. Mr. Ollivander looked at Harry but did not say anything he was looking transfixed at what was before him. There was no doubt in his mind as to who it was but the change was remarkable. "Nice make-up" He said, and then he noticed the two pieces of Harry's wand. "So much potential and now it is all lost." "I will need to know why and what happen he said looking back at Albus Dumbledore. "Of course" was the reply as they made their way into the shop. Inside Albus took it upon himself to relay the events of the two days.

After all Mr. Ollivander was an inactive member of the Order. He ooh and aahed at all the right places. Turned a little green at other while over all he stayed green as the story was recounted. Mr. Ollivander looked at Harry with only admiration in his eyes. Mr. Ollivander measured Harry up, again and started getting wands out. There was an elf helping Mr. Ollivander. As they tried and tested the wands Harry asked the elf "What is your name?"

Everybody looked where Harry was looking but saw nothing. Albus Dumbledore just smiled. He knew better. "The cat is out of the bag" Professor Dumbledore said quirkily. Mr. Ollivander was shocked to say the least. Albus walked over to the elf and Harry. "His name is Melvin and now you spoiled all Mr. Ollivanders fun." He righted the hat on the elf and he became visible.

"How did you see him Harry" "It is something to do with the glasses, but I don't need them to be able too see invisible people and stuff." May I Harry" Hermoine asked. Harry handed the glasses to her. Fitting them she turned to the elf. Albus changed the position of the hat and the elf was gone. Harry, Albus and Hermoine could now see the elf. No one else could. Albus took the glasses and examined them. "Where did you get them" He asked after he made a good study of the set. "I made them, I made one for Tonks as well" He added.

Harry I need 30 sets and I believe your friends deserves some as well. Looking at the remains of his wand he took the piece where the feather used to be stuck. He went through the procedure again. Harry ended up on his knee there were suddenly 50 sets of glasses. Ron rushed over and caught Harry before he fell over. There was nothing to be said at such a display. Waving his hand all the glasses made their way to his pockets. He immediately took one pair out for each person present. When Harry got up he turned to Mr. Ollivander and said "I think I require the use of a wand" with that he chucked the piece on the table "And please repair that one? I will come to collect it."

They started with the initial sets of wands. They all responded but would burn Harry's hand. He dropped them on the counter one by one.

"The first time you were a difficult customer I don't know if there is a suitable wand for you" But they kept going. Two hours later there was nothing in the front of the shop. A desperate Harry asked "Surely there must be something for me, somewhere?" Mr. Ollivander suddenly lit up and ran to the back of the shop. Moments passed and he came back with a box. The box was cast in Gold and the rims finished in silver. There was a message on the box "THE WANDS OF EREROLL

Harry felt a little hope. He started with the wands from left. One by one and they all burnt his hands. The whole place already smelled of burnt skin. Taking the last one he quickly dropped it in the box with the rest.

Mr. Ollivander who in his time never showed a customer the door without the best suited wand for the individual was at a loss. The man became an emotional wreck. "How can I ever repay your help if I can not even supply you with a simple wand?" he sobbed non stop. Nothing could shock the gathered group anymore.

Harry looked at the women one by one but none stepped forward to try and reassure the broken man. Harry went through the door and held the man. He felt the anguish the man felt and the terrible feeling of disappointment. He saw the rejection the man was starting to build within himself. Harry who was down that road quickly reassured the man. "Something will come up you will find something maybe we just need to look harder." The man left the embrace of Harry. Harry went to the other side of the counter and waited. There past a moment between the man and his house elf. Harry saw the fear in the house elf. But he vanished and came back again. He was holding onto a black box. The box was covered in black chains with a see through face plate. A message

"Pandora's box,

In death dare to open", was stamped on the box.

Messages like these were usually only used by Goblins to scare people even though they held magic themselves Mr. Ollivander looked at the box and at the group.

"This wand was the first to come to this shop. This is the oldest shop in the world. This wand never found an owner. We have a simple spell to cast to try and open the box. We tried a lot of hopefuls but the box never even as much as responded.

It is said that Merlin made the wand himself. It was the most powerful wand he made and the last before he died. Every one always gets a message from the box. It is always Thee are not Worthy, and the box would go back to its position and lay dormant, waiting. It is said that being powerful is not enough to open the box.

We made a list of all the people who tried to open the box and had a look on their actions afterwards. We never got a pattern. The box became blacker and the wand more gnarled as time went by. In the end we kept it locked. It is said that the day this shop can not provide a wand to someone that's the day that this wand will be will choose its owner."

Looking at the collection of people Mr. Ollivander continued.

"Every one here I assumes know the story except for Harry. I thought so. Harry I have seen and heard of a lot of the things you have done and I would give my whole shop to give you a wand. You deserve that, but if this wand rejects you, which it most likely will, I can not help you."

With that he handed the box to Harry. The shop owner took his wand out to open the box. That was not necessary. The chains began to burn from black all the way through the spectrum until it was a brilliant white that filled Diagon alley. It flowed from the shop in jets of light.

This went on for what felt like minutes. People came rushing forward including Lucuis Malfoy. If only they had evidence against this monster. Someone whispered "Pandora's box is open" then there was a chore as people relayed the story.

"Harry Potter opened Pandora's box." Lucuis indicated to Mcnair to tell their master. He quickly disappeared. The box finally opened in total. And Harry disappeared with the box.

Flourish and bots...

"Where did he go?" a scared Ron asked. "To see Merlin" Hermoine answered. "Hogwarts a history" Ron said automatically. "I should really take the time to read it" "Yes, you should."

Then Harry was back.