Harry walked down towards Tuny's Trunks and opened the door. Along the walls of the shop were many trunks aligned along a shelf.
A man appeared and asked,"What can I do for you?".
"I would like a trunk with 7 compartments and a bag." said Harry.
The man plastered a welcome smile and said,"Come on sir, Here are our varities of 7 compartment trunks" He gestured to the top shelf. Harry went through various trunks and choose a black one. He asked for it to have 5 green gems to open 5 compartments along with a password activation. It was made from dragon hide and two compartments were hidden. The hidden compartments could only be opened by him as it recognised magic to open. He also asked for the engraving on the silver plate of the trunk to be HJP. The additional charms he selected were feather light charm, expansion charms, Anti theft charm, fire and water protection charm and touch to shrink charm. The first compartment was a wardrobe, second just had a twice expansion charm, while the fourth and fifth contained anti spill and statis charms. The third compartment was a library compartment that could hold around 1000 books, while sixth and seventh were the secret compartments. After paying 92 galleons, Harry walked out of the shop with a black bag and trunk in hand. The bag matched the trunk as it was black and had green lining. It was bottomless and could hold everything. Moving over to Twilfitt and Tattings. From there he bought some fine Lordship robes made from Acromantula silk. He then proceeded to Madam Malkin's and bought his uniform made of finest silk. He went to Flourish and Blotts and picked out the necessary First-year books. He had finished them all of course, but he needed them for school. He sneered when he looked at the Boy Who Lived books at the other end of the store. Apparently, the public or the Ministry hadn't been informed about his disappearance six years ago. He didn't particularly care for that title, but he knew that it couldn't be helped. Harry reinforced his Occlumency shields and the emotionless mask was back in place. He finished buying all the necessary books and paid for them. He took the shrunken package and moved to the next shop. He bought an Advanced Portions Kit. Really, he was no amateur. He entered Eeylop's Owl Emporium and looked around. He needed a personal owl. He looked around until he spotted a beautiful snowy owl. Harry stared into its eyes and the owl stared back. Slowly, he took the cage down and paid for it. He decided to name her Hedwig. After having lunch at one the best restaurants in the alley, Harry then proceeded to buy the rest of his things at various shops and systematically called an elf to take them back home. Finally, it was time for his wand. He had been looking forward to this for a long time. He ducked into a side alley next to Ollivander's shop and morphed back to his original appearance. He didn't want anyone to know of his powers. Harry was nothing if not careful. He truly believed that knowledge was power.
He entered the shop and immediately felt a presence to his left. He stayed calm. His grandmother's portrait had informed him about the old wand maker's habit of creeping people out by sneaking up on them.
"Good afternoon Mr. Ollivander" he said to the shocked old man. But the wand maker recovered quickly.
"Ah yes. I thought I would be seeing you soon Mr. Potter" he said. He then gave a small speech that described his parents' and Voldemort's wand. He then pulled out a long tape measure. "Which is your wand arm?"
"I'm ambidextrous sir" Harry replied. It was true. When he had first started school, he used to favour his left hand. But the teacher repeatedly rapped his knuckles so that he would use his right hand. The Dursleys had just used this as an excuse to beat him up and starve him as they called it freaky. Once he escaped his tormentors, he decided to practice writing and magic with both hands. So far, he had been very successful at it.
"Oh ho, this is a surprise. Hold out your arms then please" he said. The wand maker measured him and explained about his wands. "Right then, let's try this shall we? Beechwood and Dragon Heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just give it was wave".
He tried one wand after another, but Ollivander snatched them all back. Harry was getting a little restless as it had been more than an hour, but he was patient. He knew Ollivander was searching for something.
"Tricky customer, huh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match for you. Hmm. I wonder, an unusual combination. Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple"
Harry took the wand. And he immediately knew it wasn't for him. It let out a wailing noise and he all but chucked it back at the old wand maker.
"Curious. How very curious. I expected that wand to be a perfect match for you. You see, the phoenix, whose tail feather resides in that wand, gave another feather. That wand was the one that gave you that scar. Albus was so certain that this would be your wand. No matter, I think I have just the wand for you." said Mr Ollivander and he went to the back of the shop and came back with a black box. He opened the box and Harry saw one of the most beautiful wands he has ever seen. It was a blend of black and orangish-brown. Mr Ollivander spoke," This wand was made my great grandfather, from Yew and Blackwood with thestral hair as it's core. A wand chooses its wizard Mr Potter, and it has never chosen a master. I don't know if it will choose you or not, but you may try."
Harry was excited. He slowly wrapped his fingers around the wand. He felt warmth and it felt as if the wand was humming with him. He gave it a swish and golden sparks flew out of the wand tip. "Congratulations, Mr Potter" said a happy wand maker. Harry paid 7 galleons for the wand and bought 2 wand holsters along with a wand care kit. He planned on keeping the other wand as his backup as it didn't have the ministry trace. He would be able to use his new wand in magical places, but in the muggle world, ministry will be able to trace his magic. So keeping the other wand was necessary. Touching the Potter ring, He portkeyed back to Potter Castle.
Scene change - Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts
Albus Dumbledore was pacing in his office at Hogwarts. Just yesterday his friend Ollivander had informed him that Harry Potter had come to his shop to acquire a wand. But it wasn't the wand Albus had foreseen. It was much more powerful. He had also looked at the address on Harry Potter's letter. It was written by a quill enchanted by Rowena Ravenclaw. How did the boy end up in the Potter family's ancestral home? He felt like all his plans were crashing around his ears.
He had sent the boy to the Dursleys hoping that Harry would grow away from fame and would have a happy childhood, never had he imagined that they would harm him. But six years ago, when he came back to Hogwarts after an ICW conference, he found the instruments monitoring Harry Potter destroyed. Panicking, he immediately went to Private Drive. What he discovered angered him. He had really underestimated how much those muggles hated magic. And now Harry Potter could very well be badly injured and could not be traced. Never the less, he contacted the rest of the Order and organised a search secretly, with no luck. He had to make sure that the Ministry of Magic or the wizarding public ever get wind of this. He would probably lose all his influence and power if they knew that he had lost the Boy Who Lived, and worse, allowed him to be abused and almost murdered. He only knew he was alive because the boy's name still appeared in the Hogwarts Book of Admittance. It was only more than a month later that he discovered that all the items he had taken from the Potter Cottage and not returned to Harry's vault had disappeared. He just hopped that Harry had a good childhood and grow to be the saviour of the light. He planned on testing the boy's abilities using the philosopher's stone. What he didn't know was that Harry wouldn't be as light as he thought or that there was another person within Hogwarts who had eyes on the stone.
Harry was currently standing in front of a long mountain. He was in Pembrokeshire searching for the cave and his ring had led him here. Harry pressed the ring to stone. It was as if the ring was guiding him. A small archway opened in front of him and Harry stepped forward. The wall closed behind him and he was engulfed in darkness. Suddenly, fires lit up through the pathway and Harry was able to walk forward. After walking he reached a dead end with an empty portrait frame in front of him. "Hello?" Harry called out. There was just the echoes of his voice. He placed his hand on the frame and felt something prick him. He quickly pulled his hands away and healed a small cut that had formed. The portrait creaked open and Harry was shocked. In front of him, through the potrait was a large room. It was filled with heaps and heaps of gold, gems, armours, books and many things he couldn't identify.
"Hello there" A voice startled him. Harry quickly looked towards the voice and on the side wall he saw a potrait of a young man who looked to be in his 30s. The man stood tall. He had black hair flowing past his shoulders, angular face and a firm body. But his eyes, they were bright emerald with a golden tint thrown in.
"Uhh... Hello?" said Harry with hesitation.
"Well you are definitely my descendent, I can see the similarities" said the man "My name is Myrddin Emrys. People also call me Merlin."
"Wow" said Harry. He was surprised, before him stood the most famous and powerful wizard in British History. Hell, he may be the most powerful wizard alive in all of Europe. Snapping out of his trance, Harry said, "Well I'm Hadrian James Potter and yes I'm your descendent, I guess."
The portrait laughed and said," Well don't just stand there and tell me about what's going on outside. I've been in this cave for almost a thousand years you know."
What followed was a very long session of catching up. Harry had told Merlin of his life till now and about how the British Wizarding society is. He learnt that there were many lost artefacts and books in this room. It turns out that there was a journal of Merlin somewhere over there. Merlin appeared disappointed at the prejudice towards muggleborns, vampires and werewolves. It turns out that at his time they lived together. But he did held hatred against muggles as they used to hunt witches and wizards. And goblins used to revolt at his time, so he didn't have any special love to them. They had reached on the conclusion that all the contents of the cave will be transferred to vaults under Potter Castle. Also in order to activate the Emrys family magic, Harry will have to do another ritual at his thirteenth birthday.