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"Peace is a lie." Speech.
'There is only Passion' Force Ghost/Flashback/Alien Language/Droid.
"█▄██▄▄█▄▄█▄" Inarticulate/Creature Roar/s.
"With Passion I gain strength!" Holo-communication Speech.
XxxXxxXxxX
Previously:
"Mad-Med has told me what you organics tend to get up to at your stage of manufacturing. Completely disgusting spraying lubricant around like that." Taskmaster replied with no small sense of horror. "I came to give this to you."
Harry chose to ignore majority of what the Droid had told him; he felt it was better for his sanity that way. Especially if Mad-Med was involved. Instead he focused on what the training Droid was offering him.
"For me?"
"Yes, I was checking the sensors that I had installed at the surface structure and found one of this planets native avian rats perched with this. It is addressed to you."
Harry frowned. How in the name of every Sith could anyone know where he was? He had been here for years, he fully expected the Dursley's had long since had him declared dead to the world.
Looking down to the parchment he saw that it was a letter he was holding.
Mr. H Potter.
Glastonbury Tor.
Glastonbury, Somerset.
Now what did this mean?
XxxXxxXxxX
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Mr Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress.
Harry looked up from the letter, eyebrow raised before turning his attention to Taskmaster and then to a silently watching Bane.
"This is a joke right?" he asked, waving the letter with his hand for emphasis. "Its creative i'll give you that. But really? Magic? And what's with all the titles this guy has? Why not go further and at Grandmaster of Avalon to it?"
Taskmaster didn't understand the doubt from the eleven year old but Bane did, even as he suppressed the urge to smirk in amusement at his students reaction.
"How did you think I would fall for something like this?" the preteen continued, bringing the letter back to his attention as he re-read it for a second time. "I don't pretend to fully understand The Force but I don't think I could mistake its abilities as Magic. So what's the point of this?"
"It's not a joke."
Harry's mouth stopped, half open for more ranting as to the poor execution of what he felt to be a practical joke. Looking over to his Master the boy blinked when he saw Bane very close to him, peering down at the letter and reading it himself.
"This letter; its offer and the revelation it gives to the existence of Magic; it is genuine." Bane continued. "I had not believed you would receive this given the nature of your existence as a Force Sensitive. But it would seem I was in error. Hogwarts has registered you as one of their kind; a Magical."
Harry just stared at the man, mouth closed and set into a hard line that Bane recognised as the expression Harry wore when he wanted answers.
"Allow me to explain." Bane continued. "I have been on this planet for the better part of a thousand years now. I came here in search of, well that's not pertinent to this. What is, is that before you I have discovered a number of young children that each had the potential to connect to The Force. However without fail each and every one of them died as a result of the cancerous and corrosive reaction a Force Sensitive has to this planet."
"There were a few instances where, upon the death of the Force Sensitive, I remained to observe the family; with the intention of learning if another would be born to that family. That is how I discovered the existence of the Magical society that lives on this world."
"But Magic? It can't be a different perspective of The Force, I don't see how it would be able to survive here if it were." Harry pointed out.
Bane nodded in agreement. "That is quite true my Apprentice. Magic is a form of energy waste. A tumour if you will that has grown as a result of what this world's toxic existence has done to The Force that once filled this planet. Magicals; wizards and witches as they call themselves each carry a growth within them that allows them to tap into this tumour. Very similar to how a Sith or Jedi do so with The Force."
"So that would mean…."
"That Magicals on this world are what Force Sensitives that are born with the taint of this world become." Bane finished Harry's thought. "It is what you could have been had you not been born pure."
"So i'm not a Wizard?"
Bane smirked, amused by the conflicted sense of relief and disappointment from his students mind. "No my Apprentice, you are not."
"Then I'll just dispose of this then." Harry said as he scrunched the letter up into a ball and started for the door, intending on dropping it into the incinerator.
"Hold!"
Harry froze; his years of learning under his master forcing him to respond instinctively. Turning back to his spectral Master and having only idly noticed that Taskmaster had since made its own departure from the room; no doubt returning to whatever duties it had when not training the boy.
"Perhaps this can be made useful." Bane continued, folding his arms into the sleeves of his robes as he looked off to the side in thought. "It is something I had intended for later in your training; after you were more prepared and able. But this might perhaps provide a better alternative."
"Training? In what?"
"Social interaction." The former Sith deadpanned. "You are familiar with only myself and two Droids. If you truly intend to make your way out into a larger Galaxy, then it would suit you well to become familiar with interacting with more than a phantom and two admittedly psychotic robots."
"But this Hogwarts place. it's for 'Magicals'. How could I possibly hope to blend in with their kind? Let alone survive in the environment?" Harry asked.
Bane narrowed his eyes dangerously. "I do not waste my time with failure Apprentice. You claim to have devised a method to survive beyond the shelter of this place. This will suitably test your claim. You will survive. Or die."
Harry swallowed nervously. Earlier this year his Master had begun recounting his own life and personal history. The life of Dessel and his transformation into the legendary Darth Bane. It was this understanding of just who and what his Master used to be that had him understandably nervous when he saw the Ghost risen to frustration.
"By my understanding; the owl that delivered your letter will wait for your reply to return to Hogwarts." Bane instructed, still pinning his student to the spot with his gaze. "You will write a reply and deliver it to the creature upon which a reply will be returned to you with instructions of your escort to the Magical's Shopping District to collect your school equipment. I would suggest you complete your project in the time you have before your escort arrives."
Harry nodded. There was no arguing this. Master Bane had determined that this would be best suited for him to continue his training and development as a Sith and as a person if he expected to survive out in a Galaxy filled with sentient life. This was happening.
Looking down to the letter still in his hand Harry thumbed over to the second page and frowned.
UNIFORM
First-year Students will require:
Three sets of plain work robes (black)
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar) One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings) Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 Wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Harry let out a subdued sigh, forcing his own annoyance and irritation down with his Master still present. It didn't mean he had to like it.
XxxXxxXxxX
True to what his Master had told him, the Owl that had delivered the Hogwarts acceptance letter had been waiting on the surface at the stone tower that served as the hill's only man made feature. Taskmaster had delivered his response to the bird while Harry himself returned to his work in completing the Alchemy work on his newly forged crystal that would serve as the keystone to his protection from the outside world.
A few hours into it and the same Owl had returned with a reply; his escort would arrive in two days to take him to a place called Diagon Alley where he would be able to purchase the supplies needed to attend the magical School.
It had been just enough time to complete the amulet.
In the end Mad-Med had assisted Harry into fabricating a thin Durosteel chain that had the dark purple crystal hanging from it. It tucked under his shirt, neatly out of sight from a casual prying eye and proved incredibly effective when Harry finally left the cave for the first time in years.
Harry had bade his farewells to Taskmaster and Mad-Med as he left the Legacy; dressed in a pair of simply black jeans and a long sleeve dark red shirt; 'collected' by the Training Droid on one of its 'provision runs' to the nearby town.
He had walked over to the far end of the cave where a Turbolift had been installed long ago when the Legacy had originally landed and the ships Droid crew had constructed the now historical hill over it. Originally the Turbolift had simply connected to the surface; up at the hill's summit. But when the locals had built the tower atop Glastonbury Tor, covering the surface point of the lift; the crew had updated the construction by replacing the flooring of the tower with the Turbolift platform and installing surveillance.
It was there that Harry emerged back into the wider world; the stone flooring of the St. Micheal's Tower sliding apart to allow the Turbolift Platform; matching perfectly in design to the stone work of the tower, to ascend and rest in its place.
Surveillance had reported that the Hogwarts escort had arrived, rather suddenly at the base of the hill and was in the process of making his way up the winding path. Master Bane had forbidden him from taking his Training Saber with him, cautioning him with the possibility of discovery, but allowed Taskmaster to arm him with a Vibroknife; one currently strapped to his right leg underneath his jeans.
Stepping out from the Tower, Harry briefly touched a hand against his shirt; to the protective amulet underneath. The Force shielding that had been formed by it was holding; he could feel only a fragment of the weakness that the world was continuing to impose upon him. When he saw the figure that was to be his escort come into view, Harry hunched over slightly out of pure reflex; unconsciously trying to make himself look weaker than he actually felt. Perhaps it was a byproduct of the last real human interaction he had known being the Dursley's; Dick the bartender not included.
It was a reflex that Harry noticed and frowned to himself as he went to correct it. Perhaps his Master had a point. If just the sight of another living being was enough to bring back childish instinct that he had thought to have abandoned years ago, then how could he very well go out and make his mark in a Galaxy filled with people?
But while he did correct his posture, Harry did maintain his weaker expression and perhaps just the slightest bend to his back to make him seem just an inch or so smaller. Better be underestimated in this world of unknowns in the event he had to attack rather than the alternative.
As the man approached Harry was able to take stock of his escort.
Early to mid twenties, pale complexion and wearing dark purple robes with a turban atop his head. Unremarkable looking all in all, but there was notable power within the man from what Harry could sense.
Unknown to the eleven year old was that, just as he was getting a gauge on his escort, so too was the man assessing him.
The Turban wearing Wizard was, somewhat impressed by what he saw. When he had been instructed to show a prospective student to Diagon Alley he had been surprised to learn that he was to pick the child up in the middle of no-where instead of a residence. Further more when he learned that it wasn't a Muggleborn he was collecting rather instead it was a Half-Blood that was borderline Pureblood given that both his parents had been magical prior to their deaths.
Introductions hadn't even been made and this child hadn't even been properly exposed to the Magical World and yet, there was a sense of power and strength that was not even commonplace amongst the fully developed Wizards and Witches. And yet, for the strength he could feel from the boy, he stood there looking as if he couldn't fight his way out of a tickling charm.
"Mr. Potter? My name is Quirinus Quirrel I am a Professor from Hogwarts." The man introduced with a hard yet curious glint in his eyes.
"Pleasure to meet you Professor." Harry said softly, offering a weak smile as he stepped up to the man.
"None of that." Quirrel waved a hand. "While I find your act amusing, You will need to work on it if you want to fool more than gullible fools."
"S-sir?"
Quirrel smirked in amusement. "When we arrive at our destination you will understand, but for now allow me to help you with this. If you want to continue pretending to be frail and weak, you need to make sure it reaches your eyes."
Harry frowned, both in confusion as to what this wizard was telling him and in subdued anger that he hadn't even been able to trick the first magical he had met into believing in his weakness.
"Your posture is fitting for this mask you wish to wear." Quirrel pointed out with a gesturing hand. "Facial expression as well. However there is too much confidence in your eyes. Your eyes carry too much emotion that contradicts what you would have others believe."
Harry nodded slowly. He wasn't so arrogant as to ignore what seemed as genuine advice. It was strange that he was being aided by the very Wizard whom he had attempted to deceive, but the constructive criticism was well meaning.
Harry thought for a moment, internalising his focus as he focused, not on his self confidence and determination, but his fear, sadness and pain. Bringing them to the forefront of his mind like a shield.
When Quirrel nodded in approval Harry reinforced his efforts and maintained it.
"Much better. You might actually convince another first year at this rate."
Harry fought not to slip and let his anger at the jab breach the emotional shielding he had erected. It had worked enough to complete the image he had wanted to project. With his slightly hunched posture and weak expression his eyes now held a look of tired sadness in them.
"I think," Quirrel pondered aloud, seeing that his mockery had not caused the eleven year old to slip up. "That I will enjoy teaching you this year at Hogwarts."
XxxX
With the Professor's help and a magical technique he had described as 'Apparition', the pair had departed Glastonbury Tor and arrived in a small room within a pub that Quirrel had called 'The Leaky Cauldron.' after providing Harry a moment to collect himself; the preteen very nearly dry heaving violently as he felt his amulet momentarily falter in keeping him protected from the world, the two left the Pub's Apparition Point.
"Ah, Professor Quirrel, what you doin' here?" A loud, gruff voice boomed out suddenly.
Harry watched as the previously confident and powerful looking man jumped in fright and spun around, bringing his arms in close to his chest and adopting a damn near perfect expression of nervous fright as he looked over and up to a giant of a man with a massively bushy beard and wearing a heavy looking coat.
"H-Hagrid! d-d-didn't see you t-there." The Turban wearing man stuttered anxiously.
Harry smothered a laugh when he saw the man glance over to his direction and let a glimmer of humor leak through his own mask.
"Got a job fer Professor Dumbledore." Hagrid boasted proudly as he patted a pocket on his coat. "He asked me te pick him up somethin' from Gringotts."
"Ah, I s-s-see." Quirrel nodded almost frantically, looking very much like he would like to run away from what had to feel like a terrifying conversation if the twitchy body language the man was giving out was any indicator.
Hagrid seemed to finally notice Harry standing a couple of feet behind the nervous Professor and leaned to the side to get a better look at him. "I didn't know you were doin' Muggleborn meetin's Professor. Always thought that was somethin' Professor McGonnogal did meself."
"Y-y-yes well M-Minerva asked for help this y-y-year's orientation." Quirrel replied; casting a quick, tense eye to the boy in question. "Mr. P-P-Potter and I are about to go to D-Diagon Alley for his school s-s-supplies."
Hagrid nodded and smiled kindly at the eleven year old. "Yer in good hands with Professor Quirrel here. Well I'd best be goin' meself then. don't want to keep Professor Dumbledore waitin' now do I?"
The giant man said a friendly goodbye to the Professor and to Harry before making his way through the crowd within the pub, parting the throng of people effortlessly with his sheer size.
The moment Hagrid was gone, the frightened look in Quirrel's eyes were replaced with that hard, powerful look that was soon turned to Harry. "Do you see now Mr. Potter?"
Harry was actually surprised by how swift a change the man's tone had taken.
"Hagrid is a kind but simple enough oaf." Quirrel spoke as he placed a hand on the boy's shoulder to steer him through the bar patrons toward the back exit. "But he can be known, rarely, to have moments of keen insight and awareness. But I have him, and others, believing myself to be quite fearful of even my own shadow. Could you understand how I have done this?"
Harry nodded slowly, thoughtfully. "It's not just body language, I know that its a large part of any act, but that wasn't all you did. Your eyes had a startled look to them, obvious given that you were the one to tell me about that aspect of any convincing act."
"It's also in the voice Potter." Quirrel finished for the boy. "Not just in what is said, but how it is said. Words have power in many forms. If you intend to carry this act of weakness you seem to have crafted, then you had best learn quickly to be assured that your very words carry that same weakness."
Harry nodded and as the pair came to a large, featureless brick wall, the eleven year old took a step away from the man, narrowing his eyes carefully up at him. "So, what is it you want? Why help me with this I mean?"
Quirrel paused, hand half in the folds of his robes as he had started to reach for his Wand to open the gateway to Diagon Alley. It was an intelligent question, one that he had only minutely expected to get from the boy.
"Nothing in this world is free. Is that it Mr. Potter?"
Harry nodded, emerald green eyes briefly becoming tainted with flecks of yellow; something that Quirrel noticed with some measure of curiosity. "I learned early on that more often than not people are not so, charitable."
The Professor smirked in approval. "Well it is a fair question. Mostly what I said to you was said on a whim. But I do want something I suppose."
"And that is?" Harry raised an eyebrow and briefly called upon The Force to loosen the strap holding his Vibroknife to his leg; preparing for the possibility to attack the man. He did not have a desire to be used by this Wizard.
"Interestingly enough you remind me of someone." Quirrel answered, pulling his Wand out and eyeing the bricks in front of him as he mentally counted across them. "What I want; is to see just how much of that someone I am reminded of is in you."
"And whom exactly do I remind you of Professor?"
Quirrel tapped his Wand against a brick and stepped back as the wall started to fold back to form a large archway; revealing a narrow, twisting road stretching out beyond, filled with throngs of people dressed in robes and strange clothing. An entire population of Witches and Wizards completely separate from the rest of the world, going about their day to day lives without a care.
"A powerful man." Was all the Professor said before tucking his Wand back into the confines of his robes as he stepped into the Alley. "Now then, come. We need to visit Gringotts Bank before anything else."
Harry allowed the man to drop the subject; feeling that he would get no further information concerning the identity of whomever he reminded Quirrel of. Instead he followed in the wake of the purple robed man.
"How exactly am I to pay for any of this by the way?" He spoke up, testing out his latest instruction in strengthening his facade by inserting a quiver into his voice. "Does Hogwarts have some fund for orphans?"
Quirrel shook his head. "I have been told that you have a trust vault that was set aside for you when your parents passed away. The Headmaster has been in possession of your key in the years since and passed it to me for today."
Harry frowned. He didn't like that. The idea that some glorified school principal had been in possession of the literal key to his families money for a decade. "And why exactly does the Headmaster possess this vault key of mine?"
Quirrel just shrugged. "It is unusual I will admit. But Dumbledore is a powerful man in our society so it is not entirely unexpected. He was also a personal friend to both James and Lily by my understanding."
Harry nodded quietly, mentally filing the names 'James' and 'Lily' away for later. He knew nothing about his parents beyond what Petunia and Vernon had told him years ago. And the less said about what he thought those two wastes of space the better really.
He would need to look into these names; it would be nice to know more about the people that had brought him into this world. Even if by now they really meant close to nothing to him.
After all; how can someone mean something to you if you have never known them?
Together, Quirrel and Harry made good time to Gringotts Bank; passing through the large marble pillars and the engraved warning that detailed the in house opinion regarding bank thieves with little word or comment beyond Quirrel warning him to mind himself when dealing with Goblins.
It was an interesting experience, seeing and meeting with Goblins for the first time. They were unlike any species Harry had heard of or even read in the datapads and tomes back in the Legacy. From his understanding of what he had been able to sense from them; Goblins were motivated mostly through greed and a sense of arrogant pride. They believed themselves to be largely better than their human patrons, and from how the teller he and Quirrel had spoken to as well as the Goblin that had taken them down to his vault, it wasn't that hard to see.
As it turned out there was more than a modest amount of wealth to his name within this Trust Vault of is underneath Gringotts. Quirrel had pointed out that the vault was left in his name specifically and made separate from the Potter family vault that contained the remaining material wealth that belonged to his parents and family line before them.
A quick visit to that vault; with Harry learning that he had only provisional access to it due to his relative age, saw there was more than just traditional wealth within the Potter Vault. Furniture, various odds and ends like silverware and decorative pieces, a massive number of ancient looking leather bound books and from a quick glace; a shelve containing a number of wands.
When business in Gringotts was concluded, the pair returned to the Alley to purchase all of Harry's things. The Apothecary was an interesting store for Harry after Quirrel's explanation regarding the art of Potion-making. The Sith-in-training saw parallels to Sith Alchemy somewhat. Not a full translation between the two but more the similarities in alteration and enhancement. Harry had made sure to buy additional source materials regarding the subject in addition to the required textbook; One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, if only to learn of any possible applications or benefits that could be found to incorporate to the Sith art.
In a short amount of time all that was left was for Harry to acquire his Wand.
"Will you be alright collecting your Wand alone Mr. Potter?" Quirrel spoke up as the Professor came to a stop in front of Ollivander's Wands. "I have some personal business I need to attend to and it is quite well known that finding the right Wand, takes its time."
Harry nodded in acceptance and watched as the Wizard walked off before turning and entering the run down looking building. Almost immediately Harry had to strengthen the shielding on his amulet to make sure that it didn't fail. He could feel the heightened level of influence from the world within this building.
Suddenly, without prompt or external reasoning, Harry spun around and raised his hands, static dancing across his fingers as he called upon The Force.
The man that had been approaching from behind stopped and backed up quickly at the sight of the arcing lightning that was running across the boy's hands, hands held up and open in surrender.
"Apologies Mr. Potter, I did not mean to startle you." The old man said amicably. "Impressive display of Wandless magic I must confess."
Harry frowned for a moment before realising that the man was making reference to the Force Lightning that he was still holding at the ready. With a forced sheepish expression, Harry lowered his arms and leaned back against the store's counter; feigning a bout of weakness as if he had tired himself out from the effort.
"I'm sorry sir." He said with a tired smile as he panted for breath briefly. "I was surprised."
"Think nothing of it." Ollivander waved the apology off with a large smile. "It certainly got my heart beating, and at this age, it's good to be reminded I'm still alive. Now then, I can only assume you are hear for your Wand Mr. Potter?"
Harry nodded before tilting his head to the side in confusion. "Yes, but how do you know my name?"
Ollivander's smile softened at this; becoming tinged with sadness. "I remember every Wand I have ever sold Mr. Potter. I tell this to every young Wizard and Witch I meet. But what I don't tell them; is that I also remember every Wizard and Witch I sell to. And you have your mother's eyes."
Another detail to be filed away. Harry's green eyes were given to him by Lily.
As the boy took in this information Ollivander had walked around the counter and started pulling down a few dusty boxes from the shelves at the back of the store. "I remember it like it was yesterday; When Lily Evans came here to buy her first Wand. Willow, ten and a quarter inches. Nice for Charm work."
Walking back to the counter Ollivander placed the small stack of Wand boxes down before opening the top-most box and pulling out the Wand within before handing it to the young boy.
"Here, try this one."
Harry took the Wand.
And nothing happened.
Ollivander frowned in thought as he took the Wand back, looking at it carefully as if it were defective before returning it to its box and pulling out another.
"Perhaps this one; Walnut, nine and a half inches long with a Unicorn Hair at its core." The Wandmaker explained.
Again Harry accepted the Wand and gave it a small wave at the man's urge.
And again; nothing happened.
Ollivander's expression was now seemingly permanently set into a troubled frown. Even when attempting to use a Wand that had the most dreadful match to a wizard there was normally some kind of reaction; even if it was an equally bad one. For nothing to happen, as if the wizard had attempted to do magic through a garden variety stick? It was unheard of.
"Curious." The man mused as he took back the Wand. "Had I not seen that intriguing display of Wandless magic before, why I would have almost believed you to be a Squib Mr. Potter."
"A Squib?"
"Ah, my apologies." Ollivander said with a tight smile. "Someone born into magic without the ability to use magic."
Harry nodded in understanding. A Squib was just a non-magical born in a magical family. Personally he felt the distinction was quite discriminatory.
"Here, try this one."
Harry took the offered Wand but almost as quickly as it came into his hand; the Wandmaker took it back leaving the eleven year old to blink owlishly back at the old man.
"I must confess I find myself completely astonished." Ollivander commented as he started to collect the wands he had brought out and started to return them to their proper places on the shelves. "Never in the history of this shop has a wizard ever been unable to find a Wand. Until now. The fact that none of the three wands I offered you showed any signs of connection for good or ill tells me one thing; I do not believe you can use a Wand."
Harry frowned, that would be a problem. By his understanding; from what he had seen thus far, Wand use was essential within this society. It did not matter that technically he did not possess magic, the fact remained that in order to blend in and mingle amongst the people here; he needed a Wand.
"So what now?"
Ollivander paused, looking down to the boy for a moment before turning his eyes away in thought. "The only thing I can think of to see you go to Hogwarts would be a custom made Wand. If we can determine what materials are best suited for your magical core then surely it should be possible to craft a focus that works in your hands."
The Sith-in-training nodded slowly, mulling over the offer. Truth was he did not even have a 'magical core'. He would have died if his body had developed that kind of malignant tumor.
"Thank you for your offer Mr. Ollivander." Harry started with a brief smile. "But I will have to say no. I remember seeing some of my families wands when I was in Gringotts; I think I should be able to find a Wand that works for me there."
"Ah but you must remember Mr. Potter; the Wand chooses the Wizard." The Wandmaker pointed out. "You may very well find that the wands once used by your family have very much the same response as what we have seen here."
"In which case I will come back here and agree to your offer to make a custom Wand." Harry replied with a weak shrug. "I'd prefer not to have to spend the kind of money that would be needed for custom work if its not needed sir."
Ollivander understood and walked over to the door to his shop, opening it and stepping aside to allow the preteen to leave. "Well in that case I wish you good luck Mr. Potter in the event that you do not return."
Harry said his farewells and thanks and left Ollivanders to make his way back to Gringotts. Professor Quirrel was still absent; no doubt still doing whatever errand he had needed to get done, which left Harry time to get back down to his Vault and find a Wand to take with him. He could not give reason why, but he felt that he needed to get a Wand before Quirrel got back and thereby keep the man ignorant of his difficulty and inability to use a Wand.
Another, interesting conversation with a Goblin and Harry was taken back down into the Gringotts Mines to the Potter Family Vault. When he walked in Harry made a beeline straight to the shelf where he had first spotted a number of wands.
They were covered with dust, evidence that they had not been disturbed for many years; ever since their original owners had placed them here within the Vault.
And they were all labelled.
Horacio Potter; Elm, 11 inches, Dragon Heartstring.
Artemis Potter nee Bones; Acacia, 9 ½ inches, Unicorn Hair.
Charlus Potter; Alder, 10 ¾ inches, Dragon Heartstring.
Dorea Potter nee Black; Hawthorn, 12 inches, Rougarou Hair.
Lily Potter nee Evans; Willow, 10 ¼ inches, Phoenix Feather.
Harry stopped when he saw the last name. There was no connection for him to the Wand nor the person who had previously owned it beyond what he understood to be that she had been the woman to birth him.
Reaching out, he picked the Wand up from the shelf and wiped away at the dust that covered it. Like with the others at Ollivander's there was no reaction. He felt no connection or 'spark' from holding the Wand as Ollivander had seemed to be looking for. It was nothing more than a carved and engraved length of wood in his hands.
But it would do.
With the Wand in hand Harry made to leave the Vault when he stopped right on the threshold. He felt a, tug, a pull that urged him back. Turning to face the interior of the vault once more Harry narrowed his eyes as he called upon his connection to The Force. There; the smallest of lights in a field of darkness.
Following the 'light' he could sense; Harry approached the massive bookshelves at the far end of the Vault. Scanning the spines of the leather backed tomes Harry could see a number of titles for subject matter that appeared far more advanced than his first year textbooks such as Moste Potente Potions. However it was a small collection of red leather books, twice as thick as any other others tucked away on the highest shelf that drew his attention. Reaching for them through The Force; Harry pulled the first of the tomes down from its resting place and floated it gently down toward him. He could feel it, at the deepest corner of his mind; like a song that he knew intimately but couldn't quite place. A connection between himself and what he had found.
With a quite, subtle glance over his shoulder to where the Goblin that had brought him down here stood unseen, Harry tucked the book under and arm, and left the Vault.
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Quirrel had returned to Ollivander's only a couple of short minutes following Harrys' return. The Turban wearing Wizard had appeared troubled; both flustered and frustrated. Harry didn't care to assume what had been the cause of the man's mood, but figured that his 'errand' had not gone the way he had hoped.
With confirmation that Harry had his Wand, the Hogwarts Professor had returned Harry back to Glastonbury Tor and departed without a word after giving the boy his train ticket and a slip of parchment that had instructions on how to gain access to Platform 9 ¾.
Storing his new belongings away in his quarters and placing the book he had found in his family's vault with the mental note to examine it later, Harry made his way quickly to the cargo hold where he could sense his master waiting for him.
"I see you did not die." Bane commented lightly upon his apprentices entry. "I feel I must congratulate you then. You have succeeded in creating quite a powerful Sith artefact."
Harry bowed in response, idly reaching up to touch at where his amulet was hanging from his neck underneath his shirt. "It did its job well Master."
"You have everything you need for your journey beyond this place?"
"There was some difficulty collecting a Wand." Harry admitted with a brief frown. "Without what the magicals refer to as a 'magical core' I am unable to interface with the focus that they use to make use of their power and so I was unable to buy one from the shop that sells them. I was however able to find one in a bank vault under my family name. It will do as a suitable cover."
Bane nodded slowly. It was not unexpected. Those that were not Force Sensitives were unable to interface with artefacts that required a connection to The Force such as Holocrons; it stood to reason the same could be said on this wretched planet regarding the connection these Witches and Wizards had with their little sticks of wood.
"Good. By my memory you have a month until you are expected to leave for Hogwarts." Bane said as he stood up from his usual perch. "In the time we have, you will be training extensively with Taskmaster and myself. What little free time you have when not under the care of myself or that Droid would be best served sleeping."
"But Master, I should probably go over the course books that I got today at Diagon Alley." Harry argued. "I feel it would be best that when I go to attend this Hogwarts that I have some understanding of the world I am entering."
"Well then, my Apprentice." Bane smiled darkly at this. "You'd best learn how to read while dodging."
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A/N
Alright then. So next chapter for this story is Hogwarts; starting off with the train ride.
We hope people enjoyed seeing Harry interact with Quirrel. We figured that given the fact that Harry has no ties to the magical world it made sense that Hogwarts should be sending an escort for him just like McGonogall does for all Muggleborn students. From there we went through a list of who could be the one to show Harry around Diagon Alley.
The only answer was of course the lord of turbans himself.
We have our own idea of how this Harry Potter World is going to be in regards to the world we have built on Earth. There will be slight differences from Canon as our world would have different consequences and side effects due to the origins and truth of magic here.
….enjoy