It had been over a week since that trip to Diagon Alley. James had personally thought it was disastrous with the fact that his mum wouldn't let Snape leave them until she knew he had all of his school supplies as well. Plus that Malfoy kid was completely annoying. James just couldn't understand what it was that Harry and Lyka saw in the kid as a friend. He really couldn't. The kid was stuck up, bratty at the best of times, and completely and utterly snarky all the time. Plus he was trying really hard not to notice that Sirius acts the same way.

Now don't even try to make him talk about the trip into Ollivander's. That was by far the worst moment of the trip. James was still nursing sore spots even though his mum had already given him healing potions. He stares across the sitting room to where Harry and Lyka were chatting, most likely discussing about their wands. Or rather their lack of said wands. James thinks back as to how they spent five hours in Ollivander's, just to discover that every single wand Ollivander had in stock rejected both of the twins. Even Ollivander was puzzled by the situation.

Then Ollivander had told their mum that he had two wands that he was in the process of finishing in his home workshop, but that it would be another week before they would be ready. Their mum had happily agreed to wait and scheduled an at home appointment. And now today was the day that Ollivander was going to deliver some fancy arse wands to James' little siblings. To put it simply, James was envious.

"You know...I never realized that our wands were only about thirty years old. Ollivander made it seem like he had made them hundred of years ago." Harry muses aloud to Lyka as they await Ollivander's arrival.

Lyka flips another page in her transfiguration text, "You're quite right. The way he spoke of them before he made it sound like they were so dangerous and out there for wands that that was why he never tried to pair them with anyone before." She pauses in her reading for a moment. "Do you think that he had some sort of premonition about us? Or some sense that he needed to make such wands because they would be needed in the future?"

Harry shrugs, "It's hard to say, Lyka. It could be-"

At that moment the fireplace flares green as Ollivander steps through, a box tucked neatly under his arm. Ollivander looks about the room, nodding cordially to James but smiling warmly towards Lyka and Harry. Harry observes that Ollivander almost seems...scared about what is to happen.

"Mum! Ollivander is here!" James yells from his chair out the open door.

Euphemia and Fleamont quickly bustle into the sitting room, shutting the door behind them. Euphemia utilizes her magic to move a small end table to the middle of the room and transfigures it larger. Ollivander nods his thanks and sets the box he was carrying down on top of it.

"Now I'm sure you're wondering why it is that I wanted to have this wand test done in your home. And mostly it is because I worry with what these wands represent and how the world would receive your children if this test was publicly witnessed. That is if these wands choose them." Ollivander swallows and opens the box. He pulls out two rolls of grey velvet and gently, almost reverently sets them upon the table.

Both Harry and Lyka shiver while staring at these rolls. For Harry it is because he can sense his wand sitting right there and he's doing everything in his power to restraint himself from snatching it up; to be able to hold that old friend again. For Lyka it is because she is suddenly mentally traveling back to that grey place where they met Death. The grey of the velvet being the exact shade of grey from that place. She swallows and brings herself back to the the present. Back to the warmth of the sitting room and the warmth of her family. To warmth of living.

Ollivander starts the process by unrolling the wand on the left. It reveals a beautiful pale wand with a fiery orange stone at the base of the hilt and veins of the same color running through it. Lyka looks to Harry out of the corner of her eye. She can tell that he wants nothing more than to pick up that wand again, to feel its power, to have the feeling of the safety net it had provided for him. But all Lyka can feel is nausea upon looking at its orange veins. All she can see is it lying in rubble forgotten as her brother sobs over a corpse as a shadow falls over the two. A wand points towards Harry as green light-

Lyka shakes her head, attempting to clear it of the old memories. The old memories that obviously aren't plaguing Harry at all. She takes a deep, steadying breath; feeling like she was going to need a dreamless sleep potion tonight as she watches Ollivander reveal her wand. The wand that in appearance was opposite of Harry's.

Ollivander unrolls the second wand. Revealing a twin in shape, but opposite in color. This wand was of black wood and had an almost clear stone that flashes blue in the light in its base. Along with veins of the same stone through the wood. Lyka's pulse pounds in her ears. Visions of that wand rising thorough the air in her hand, curses tickling the tip of her tongue as her brother's body slumps over the other. And visions of that wand flying out of her hand as green light the color of her eye careening towards her. She blinks rapidly, realizing that Ollivander had been speaking for a bit at this point. She was most definitely going to need dreamless sleep.

"-added specifically for the intent of adding extra power to the already existing wand ingredients. I learned about the technique about fifty years ago I would say. During an apprenticeship to a famed wand-maker residing in the Amazonian rain forest." Ollivander informs Euphemia and Fleamont. Lyka realizes that during her mental wanderings they must have been questioning about the wands.

"But what exactly are these wands made of? And what possessed you to make wands this way now?" Fleamont asks, obviously disgruntled by the sight of such strange looking wands. Euphemia on the other hand was staring at them with a look of wonder and fear. That was when Lyka realizes the fear wasn't for the wands themselves, but what it meant for her children if these wands choose them.

Ollivander points to the pale wand first, "This wand is made of Holly wood and infused with a core of phoenix feather and sunstone. Holly wood being quite a stable wood; attracted to wizards and witches with anger issues or those destined for dangerous journeys. The phoenix feather being a rare core; powerful and capable of a wide range of magic while being loyal to its owner. The sunstone has properties of choosing a witch or wizard who will be a great leader. It also grants good luck and causes protection spells to be doubly powerful."

He then points to the dark wand, "And this wand is made of Ebony wood, infused with dragon heartstring and rainbow moonstone. Ebony wood itself is typically suited towards transfiguration and combative magic. Meaning it usually will pick someone destined to be a great fighter. And it typically picks someone who has the courage to be themselves and doesn't sway from their purpose. The dragon heartstring we all know is a powerful core capable of powerful magic. The moonstone though...that one I hadn't been sure when I attempted to add it if it would bind. But it is know for protecting travelers and strengthening one's faith and hope." He pauses for a moment to look at the five others in the room. "So as you can probably guess, these are powerful wands meant for those who are going to face hardships. And while I don't want to let you down by not having any wands for your children, I also hope that these wands do not pick them."

Lyka looks to Ollivander's face, seeing that same expression of fear that had been on an older version. 'Today's just apparently a day for old memories seeping out from the crevices.' She sighs a looks over to Harry who just continues to gaze at his Holly wand. "Well Harry shall we give this a go?"

The twins reach forward at the same time towards the twin wands. The moment their hands close around the hilts, it's almost as if something that had been tilted in the world had realigned. Lyka's head snaps up as she hears a small choking sound, her hand automatically tightening around the hilt of her black wand, ready to defend. Just to see a single tear run down Ollivander's face as he regains control of himself. In unison, Harry and Lyka state, "It'll be all right, Mr. Ollivander. We'll make it through."

Lyka wakes with her mouth open in a silent scream as visions of death and fighting fade away. Her heart beats rapidly as she looks around her room, recognizing the bookshelves, her window and reading nook. Then her eyes fall on her wand, practically glowing blue as the moonlight hits it. And all that fills her mind is the memories of all the death and pain she's caused with that wand.

"Twins of Light and Dark." She whispers into the moonlight as tears slip from her eyes. "Is it horrible for me to admit that I'm no longer proud of you?" She says this to her wand as she sits up in bed. Leaning over to her nightstand, opens the drawer, pushes her wand in, and firmly shuts the drawer. Then she rolls over, tears falling faster down her face, as she realizes that one room over Harry is happily casting small charms with his wand.

Author's Note

Yes...I did forget about Ollivander's. But here! Wands!