"So, – I guess we should deal with this wand thing now," Shado suggested with a soft pout.

Rose smiled as she and her twin sister, Shado were almost completely finished with their shopping trip down Diagon Alley.

"We can deal with the pet situation afterwards," Shado added thoughtfully. "Though, I'm still not sure I want a pet. Unless they sell dragons or huge birds that you can ride?" Shado finished while looking hopeful and cute while turning bright eyes to her sister.

Rose laughed and shook her head sadly for her sister's poor hopes were soon to be dashed.

"Sorry Sweetie," Rose said, "Owning a dragon is kind of illegal and – it's a freaking dragon, so pretty dangerous. I should know. During my first year, Hagrid came across a dragon egg – let me tell you... they're much more awesome in stories. In real life they suck." Rose nodded in satisfaction as Shado sulked slightly before she continued. "And also, I think the only bird that you could probably ride is the Thunderbird and that's a no-no as MACUSA are touchy about that kind of thing as I told you before.

"But... I suppose you could find a Phoenix... they can teleport you and lift really heavy stuff even though they're only about the same size as a goose. But they're hard to come by and kind of choose whether they want to hang out or not. Dumbledore has a phoenix so I'm inclined to believe they're not the pinnacles of goodness like he wants people to believe."

"Well I suppose we can just have a look," Shado suggested, "see what the pet shop has since that lady who runs the place is a subject or whatever, she might have some cooler pets hidden out back."

Rose doubted that was how things went but only smilingly rolled her eyes while she was leading her sister through the street towards the wand-shop.

Ollivanders since... 'a very long time ago'... if the dust and grime on the old shops windows and door were an indicator, as the date on the sign seemed to be missing the second and last number. Or looking closer Shado realised it was just the second – or middle number missing as the sign looked too small to fit a fourth number. So even longer than she would have suspected. Maybe even older than Diagon Alley itself.

Shado internally shook her head. Magical fixing was relatively simple. What was wrong with these people? How was she supposed to know how long these Ollivanders had been selling wands with a dodgy sign?

Ask them...?

As if she cared that much.

But looking around. The wand shop was not the only place in disrepair. The nicest places Shado had seen so far was Gringotts and the pet store (that was owned by that oriental covenant witch).

"That's the spirit," Rose agreed smiling (as she hadn't noticed Shado hesitate – Shado really hated such filthy place's, which was half the reason she didn't bother with Diagon Alley unless it was important).

Rose continued smiling as she pushed open the door to a dusty old shop, and Shado followed her in as she realised it was likely the only wand shop in London. Maybe even the UK.

Shado supposed that the shop owner couldn't afford to clean the place up as wands couldn't be a very good business unless they broke all the time, which was unlikely as magical people did one thing right, and that was use good quality materials.

Even if they were overpriced.

The owner likely didn't have the time or ability to use his magic for cleaning because he was likely an idiot. Or he could be old, too old to deal with that and unable to pay (through lack of funds) a young witch or wizard to deal with cleaning chores.

Shado looked around the dusty, dank shop. It had wands and holsters on display collecting dust and a large desk with ancient till, and stacks of more wands in thin wooden boxes going back in a maze of shelves reminiscent of an ancient library. The place looked empty at first glance, but on further inspection, Shado knew otherwise.

"What's the deal with that old man?" Shado asked as she gestured towards the desk at a supposedly empty space.

Shado was curious as she tilted her head slightly. Thinking. Maybe the old man was one of those eccentric loons; maybe even a friend of Dumbledore's and went to the same Loon Asylum. It would explain a lot. Or it could be worse. Maybe he was some crazy sicko with nefarious schemes also in the same Loon Program as Dumbledore was.

Rose looked over and frowned before her eyes widened in surprise as she could see the man. Well not really but she could picture him there. Watching them. Even feel the surprise in the air.

"I-I don't know," Rose said.

Rose was surprised that her perception was advancing faster than she had believed possible under her sisters' careful tutelage. And it didn't hurt that she got treated to lots of pampering the better she did. Both Ginny and Rose did better with incentives

"Hmm…" Rose mumbled in thought. "Maybe he likes scaring the crap out of first years?" Rose suggested reasonably.

Though, Rose thought that could be amusing at least once or twice, but not for every first year Hogwarts students. That would get boring. But Rose remembered this. She was wowed when he jumped out on her and her parent. At least he made Rose's parents jump too.

"He probably goes to some kind of Loon Club with Dumbledore..." Rose finally suggested after another moment of thought.

Shado burst out laughing as she had similar thoughts before. It went to show that they were sisters, and getting closer the more time they spent together. And they loved to spend every moment they could together – woken – and asleep. But especially those times before The Sand-girl sprinkled her dust and took them to dreamland.

The man chose that moment to step out of the shadows appearing before them. He was a white-haired old man in crisp black business robes and it seemed like he shimmied out of nowhere as he let his illusion drop.

Some kind of seal or rune in the corner both girls thought as they gave each other a look. Invisibility was near impossible without symbology. That was why things like Invisibility Cloaks existed. But even they could be seen through, just as Shado and Rose just did, proving that invisibility. True magical invisibility was just a pipe dream.

"I can assure you Miss. Potter," the old man said curtly; seemingly a little agitated. "Albus Dumbledore and I rarely interact," he finished with a slight edge to his voice before he smiled at the girls.

"But... this is interesting," Ollivander said coolly; his voice wispy. "It has been a while since I was caught," the old man said with a small chuckle. "I like to get a measure of my customers Miss. Potter – Miss. Umbra-."

The old man trailed to a stop as Shado flew up at him. Shado launching herself over his desk, brushing her fingertips on the dusty wooden surface as she slid over to the same side as the old man.

Ollivander stared at Shado in shocked surprise for a moment before she grabbed a large crystal ball from under the desk. Ollivander gulped and looked nervous as he watched her with his crystal ball.

Shado looked over the object as it had her name along with her sisters and the old man's swirling around in a silvery blue mist inside the orb floating like holograms of faded light.

"This is an unusual trinket, Mr. Ollivander," Shado commented while he stared at her with widened frightful eyes as he didn't want people knowing about his tricks.

"So that's how you know everyone's names," Rose said coolly as Shado eagerly showed her younger sister as she walked back around the desk. "I always wondered about that as some Muggle-born friends said you knew their names too. You're a bloody cheat. I bet that-that Dumbledore has one too. I bet you're in the Cheating Loon Club with Dumbledore, aren't you?"

Mr. Ollivander gulped as he shook his hands and head in defence. "I assure you Miss Potter. I have rarely anything to do with Albus Dumbledore, nor his Loon Club that runs off to get themselves murdered without...-"

"But it doesn't have your given name, Shado!" Rose went on ignoring Ollivander as she interrupted him. They didn't care whether he liked Dumbledore or not. "It only says the name you chose for yourself – so it's not a very reliable orb of names is it?"

"Names are a tricky business, Miss. Potter-," Ollivander began with a sigh, "But you're not listening to me are you?"

"Never mind that," Shado said as she flicked the orb up and to Ollivander. Confirming that they weren't listening.

The old man cried out and almost dropped the naming orb as he near juggled with it for a moment before sighing in relief as he held it firmly between his hands before he placed it safely away.

This was why Ollivander preferred only having to deal with first years. They wouldn't see through his tricks. Wouldn't ignore him. And certainly (well most of them) wouldn't throw around valuable, rare, and fragile magical items they might stumble across.

Ollivander hated it when an older Hogwarts student damaged or broke their wand. Dealing with teenagers was not easy at the best of times, but dealing with them while trying to find a new wand was a nightmare. It was normally better with exchange students (who's schools keep their wands until they're of age so they need a new one for a new school or to go through so much red tape it was easier to buy a new one anyway), as they normally had more respect. But it seemed this day was not one of the nicer new students.

Talented. Ollivander had no doubt.

Powerful. Certainly.

But not...

Ollivander sighed.

"I'm here for a magical twig-," Shado interrupted Ollivanders musing, "–And any you give me that burst into dust – I'm not paying for."

"Burst into dust?" the old man asked quizzically (ignoring the twig comment) but he had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach while she spoke. "I assure you Miss. Umbra. None of my wands will just turn into-."

He stopped with wide eyes as Shado picked up a random wand and with the tiniest movement the wand dissolved into wooden ash and sifted through her fingers to scatter on the wooden floor.

"See my problem, Mr. Ollivander," Shado said with a shrug. "Your magical sticks seem rather suicidal when I try to use them."

"I see," the old man mumbled thoughtfully as a smile spread to his lips (he liked when it was difficult to find that certain wand). "A very tricky customer, eh," he said.

Still smiling, Ollivander went around the back to some shelves and returned a few moments later with a few wands that he placed on his desk with a sigh. He opened their boxes so she could see them all. There weren't many, but maybe one would like to belong to Shado Umbra.

"These," Ollivander said while gesturing the wands. "Are some of the best I have. Using the rarest woods and magical substances. You are much too strong for a unicorn wand – or even a dragon or phoenix will not do it seems."

"Okay, let's try this one first," Shado said while picking up a box to find a strong looking black wand.

Shado smiled as she pulled out the wand. She didn't understand how the wand thing worked but she suspected this wand wasn't for her. It just didn't feel right. It felt like the wand just – felt sick – not quite there. It felt like the wand was-.

Could a wand cry?

Frowning in thought, Shado shrugged as she pointed the wand away from anyone, and gave it a purposeful wave. The side wall and shelves exploded while the wand itself let out a high-pitch scream while smouldering as the wands and shelves under its aim disintegrated. The ground shook and black sparks bounced from and around the wand and around Shado, scorching the floor and ceiling.

Then it was over as Shado drew back her magic and turned from the wall as it looked like it had been hit with a hail of machine-gun fire using incendiary rounds.

Shado was unharmed and look mildly disappointed.

Ollivander and Rose were both hiding and cowering away from whatever that was supposed to be with hands over their ears. The noise had been like standing in a tunnel while two trains passed each other blowing their whistles.

But it was unmistakable. The wand had been strong enough to scream its death-throws, but not strong enough to harness Shado's magic.

"I-I don't think that wand suits you, Shado," Rose said shakily as she removed her hands from her ears and stood wobbling slightly as she held herself up with the counter and watched her twin sister wearily.

Rose was glad Shado chose to change her hair colour to crimson or people might have thought she was the crazily deadly sorceress and then how could she convince anyone; idiot or not (who had close ties with Dumbledore and his Order) that Dumbledore was a lunatic and needed to be stopped from his crazy scheming ways before he got more innocent people killed than he already had.

Shado looked down at the burnt charcoal-ish wand still smoking in her hand. "Yeah, I think it's dead," Shado agreed sheepishly as she placed the wand back on the desk just as Ollivander was standing and the wand fell apart like the ash left over from a Fire Snake firework.

"I-I think – yes – a very-very tricky customer," Ollivander said while shaking still and that was what she could do without any effort with a wand that neither accepted her nor had the ability to channel her magic. "I-I honestly don't think there is a wand capable of withstanding your power."

"Really?" Shado asked while she picked up another of the wand boxes and looked inside, which made Ollivander look more nervous than ever.

"This one is scared," Shado commented whimsically. "I can feel it," she said in surprise as she looked in at the pale grey wand with darker veins of lime green through the wood like marble lightning strikes.

"This one," Shado said as she finally started understanding just a little more about wands and their lore. "She's scared because she belongs with me and doesn't want to die failing me. If I try to use her, she will die. She knows she isn't capable of harnessing my power."

"Can't you reinforce her somehow?" Rose startled them as she interrupted.

Shado turned to her sister as if she hadn't truly noticed her until then. "You my little sister are a bloody genius!"

"I am?" Rose asked while her cheeks lit up with pleasure.

Rose still had so much crap and wrong magical information in her head from Hogwarts it was still hard going learning different ways of magic. But she couldn't wait to be throwing fireballs and lightning, so she was going to study harder. Rose had a long way to go to even begin to catch up with her sister, and she didn't want to be left too far in the dust.

"Yes," she agreed thoughtfully. "The Legacy Grimoire is a Logion… a Lost Logia… I could…" she pulled out her smart phone in thought as her mind whirled before she placed it away. "An intelligent device… an intelligent focus… a smart wand with a logion incorporated, I could summon the metrials easily enough with the power I would be using…-!"

"Shado – what are you talking about?!" Rose asked in confusion.

Shado turned a smug grin to her beloved sister. "Watch and marvel at my awesomeness," she cooed as she looked giddily at her wand – her very own magical stick. "I've been thought about this. Reading about it..." Shado continued, "...now I can do it... this is the last piece I've been waiting for. I just need...!"

Shado grinned lovingly as she pulled her wand from its thin little box and held it/her in her outstretched hands lying flat on her palms while the box fell to the floor. Shado didn't say what she needed but Ollivander and Rose both moved back as they knew something was going to happen, and it wasn't going to be pleasant.

Something that was likely going to be dangerous.

"Rise up and heed my call!" Shado cried out brightly and the wand pulsed with power as it floated up in a bubble of wind curling protectively around it; almost caressing the thin piece of wood with heat and flames flickering around with it, and a curl of liquid flowed and twisted while a yellow light tore through the wooden floor as some stone grains joined the flow with a purple aura added in that made everyone feel heavy, Ollivander was almost buckling.

Shado laughed as the wand was held a foot from her open wide arms and hands while magic pulsing through the shop and nearby wands started floating in Shado's own gravitational field, burning to dust, melting and cracking with static charges of green light streams like electrical currents bursting free from the sphere of compound forces sphering Shado's wand.

Sparks of lime coloured lightning danced around Shado's wand cracking and snaking with tiny sonic booms. The lime coloured bursts of electricity were contained tightly within the bubble of pure magical force. But the wind got stronger. Tighter. Swirling almost unchecked; the gravity went up and Ollivander and Rose fell to their knees while the wood around Shado's feet only cracked and shattered from her gravitationally increased weight. The windows and ground shook violently and without the magic around the shop (in its very foundation) the building would have crumbled then and there. Rose had already grabbed her wand and curled a shield around herself, which flashed with pale blue light constantly from Shado's energy pushing against it, and gritting her teeth shakily, but she knew she could hold up.

"Now I need the components," Shado said thoughtfully as a huge melted piece of slag metal appeared beside her in a stream of light. "Complete titanium acquired from... a Mortal factory... probably?" she said shrugging.

Shado chuckled as she continued and a large solid piece of black interwoven material that looked almost like plastic appeared the other side rippling with light.

"Carbon fibre... can't go wrong with that," she commented not giving a hint where she could have 'acquired' that from, and Rose was quite sure she didn't know either.

"And, The Legacy!" Shado roared as the storm of forces was getting louder. The inside of the shop was like being out in a hurricane as the large leather-bound book appeared before Shado in a swish of distorted power: a warp of space itself.

"Then finally my darling phone," Shado said as she pulled her smart phone from her pocket and it floated to join the other components – five in total. The five items spreading out to form a pentagram while lime light burst out into a circle with strange symbols around the edges and a five-point star.

Rose had to shield her eyes, and drew at more power as she created a tint to her magical barrier to shield her eyes while Ollivander was cowering behind his desk. Rose was finally glad that she obeyed her sister's teachings and learnt this barrier as it was a lot more powerful than what Hogwarts taught her. Though, Rose could use the barrier without her wand; Rose wasn't confident enough that she could stop Shado's magic without her wand yet.

It was too much power.

Rose watched as her sisters wand stripped itself of everything that its form was and swirled with the slag of metal and Rose could just make out the creamy-grey feather that was inside the wood sparking with bluey white electricity.

Then it was just too bright to look at directly, even with the tint to Rose's barrier.

The whole of the shop was alight with brilliant white and lime flames of light that burnt and incinerated everything but Rose's shield. It domed protectively around Rose, darkening more out of instinct to protect her from burning. It held and Rose squeezed her eyes tight hoping it would all be over soon, and everything would be perfect.

And then, nothing.

The light vanished as if it had never been.

The shop was completely silent.

There was only a ringing in their ears.

Rose slowly opened her eyes and gasped as the shop was in ruins. All of the wands and holsters were nothing but dust. The shelves were charcoaled kindling with some still glowing with faint red embers. The desk crumbled to show Ollivander was still alive and hyperventilating as he curled up behind what was no longer there to protect him.

Turning from the old man, Rose stood slowly as her barrier flickered away. Then Rose's mouth dropped open to see her sister standing unharmed, not even a singe on her clothes, and Shado had taken the full force of the magical storm.

Shado looked radiant as she held a long ash black staff in her right hand, flat top and bottom. The staff was a deep grey colour, a pentagon round with five sides, flat top and bottom. Through the centre leaving a hand space top and bottom a pentagon around was what looked like lime green liquid glass, coursing and flowing with energy. The staff was slightly taller than Shado as she stood with it touching the broken ground around her feet.

Turning to her sister, Shado grinned. "Meet Limelight Legacy, my beautiful new wand!" Shado chimed as she happily cuddled her staff lovingly in her arms.

"Yes, My Master!"

Rose was startled as the centre of the liquid glass lit up with burning electric white writing in Latin and spoke with a perfect Roman-Latin accent with a beautiful and obedient girls voice – and even Rose could tell the difference in language even though she understood the cool loving words spoken to Shado.

"Call me Limelight Legacy. Idea My Master! Suggestion! Call me seal!"

The staff spoke straight forward and to the point. No beating around any bushes or long-winded conversations for that magically intelligent staff.

Shado smiled as she held her wonderful staff. "Limelight Legacy... seal!" Shado commanded.

The staff flashed bright lime green from the liquid glass with white edges, and then pulled into Shado's covenant pendant and the pendant and chain shattered as the staff took its form like lime glass with white detailing and giving the entwined design shine like they were moving like a hologram, and ash black metal chain and edges with added carbon fibre detailing. It was still attached to Shado's tie like a tie pin, but with no clip as it just held her tie (with the chain slid around her neck with the tie mostly hidden), and now it looked more magnificent than it ever could have before.

Stretching her muscles Shado smiled in happiness. "So, Mr. Ollivander! How much do I owe you?" Shado asked while looking down at the terrified man.

Mr. Ollivander shakily looked around at the destruction as he collapsed fully to his arse and shook his head. "N-no charge... I'm going to-to retire anyway. So-um, yeah," he said while Shado smiled uncertainly, thanked him, and took her stunned sisters' hand and led her out of the store before he changed his mind.

Ollivander sighed shakily before a small chuckle escaped his lips. "Oh, dear Albus Dumbledore – what have you done?" Ollivander asked no-one. "So, freaking clever. She built the improbable. And clever. Real clever. And power. You have no chance of winning. I expect impossible things from that girl. Terrible. Great. Good. All of it. The impossible come possible.

"Hail to the Empress of Magic. The Queen of the Covenant of Witches!"