Neb: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling owns the story. This is a story that takes place a Three years after Harry defeats You Know Who.

Norman sat in a waiting room starring at his wand. It gave off a strange feeling to him, it made him feel both sad and happy. It was as if the emotions didn't work against each other, but with each other. He didn't know why and he didn't demand an explanation about it, he just kept starring at his wand. He saw wanted posters being placed up on a wall showing two men and two women move inside the pictures like a recording.

The first man had blank eyes and scars across his entire face, he was bald, had broken up teeth, and was cleanly shaven. Written under the Picture was Benson Write. The second guy had perfectly straight teeth, a full beard, long dark hair, and dragon tattoo across his neck. His name was Nathan Fries. When the picture moved, it showed him screaming in agony rather than anger. One of the women had blonde hair maybe, she had a hood over her head keeping many of her features hidden, other than her snake earrings that glowed in the picture. As the picture moved it showed her hand moving to block view of her face. Witten underneath was Leslie Squires. The Forth woman wasn't just a head shot photo, it showed her sitting on a bench sipping tea as she wore a furry coat, had curly hair tied into a pony tail, and as the image moved it showed her blowing a kiss and winking. Trixie Salt was written under the moving image.

"What a terrible four," a woman grunted as she glared at the photos. "The killers of the White Dragon."

"Killers of the White Dragon," Norman responded without thinking.

"Yes," the woman smile, happy to be acquainted with someone. "These four are notorious wizards, they had their wands snapped for trying to summon their dark ancestors."

"Why were they trying to do that?"

"Don't know," she replied. "Probably a lust for power or something."

"Why did they kill the dragon?" The woman looked down and thought for a second.

"I don't know of a good way to say this," she explained. "They wanted to use its heart string for a core."

"Heart string?"

"Don't ask me if that's located in the heart," the woman responded.

"Do you get asked that often," the boy asked.

"All the time when I sub for potions class in Hogwartz," she explained. "I've been thinking about changing jobs to a more suitable position for someone of my talents."

"Hogwartz, the school I'm going to?"

"Of course," she smiled. "Professor Diaz," she smiled and he shook her hand. "Not really a full-time professor given I've been spending more time doing research then I did teaching."

"Researching what?"

"That's classified," she smiled.

"Mr. Schneider, your appointment is ready," a guard spoke up and pointed to a wall. Norman was confused on why he pointed at an empty wall, but he walked towards it until he found himself in a room standing in front of a man with a long black ponytail, blue eyes, and was twice Norman's size. Norman saw glass in between the two of them and then looked back to him.

"Are you my father," Norman asked.

"You have brown hair like your mother," the man grinned. "Our eyes are the same at least."

"So, you are," Norman spoke up. "What happened to you?" The man waved his hands pointing to his surroundings.

"I got locked up," he explained. "I broke up with your mother before I confessed to my crime, it helped the Ministry of Magic go easy on me in court. I would have thought that out better if I knew your mother was pregnant. I would have had a Wizard take care of you, so this world would be less surprising."

"My foster home wasn't that bad," Norman smiled.

"Glad to hear it," the man sighed. "Allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Nick Rodney Silver, and you?"

"Norman Ricimer Schneider," Norman explained as he moved his hand to shake his father's but hit the glass with his hand instead.

"Don't touch the glass," a voice spoke up causing Norman to look around.

"Just a recording," his father explained. "So, what did you ask Oswald for when he found you?"

"I believe it was seeing you, school, supplies, bank, and family," Norman listed.

"So, you'll be adopted into a Wizard Family by the end of your school semester huh," the father grumbled.

"What did you want me to do, go back to the orphanage?"

"No, no, heavens no." The father scratched the back of his head. "I just wish I wasn't where I am. Prison life is tough, but not unreasonable. I used a killing curse, even if it was on a Death Eater. One less evil man in the world though."

"I guess," Norman explained. "Was your wand snapped after that?"

"It was, but I graduated from Hogwartz already," he explained. "I'll be able to replace a Dragon Heartstring Wand easily anyway."

"That's what the four of them were looking for."

"Who?"

"The White Dragon Killers. They killed a dragon to get wands."

"You mean those magic rogues are out and about again?"

"You've heard of them?"

"Yea, I worked as a Detective after all. Last I saw them, I was still a rookie and they killed my partner in front of me with the Killing curse."

"But they didn't have wands?"

"Didn't need it at the time," he explained. "We got word that a group of wizards and witches were performing blood sacrifices in the Appalachian, so we went to go investigate. We were ambushed from the sides, the group use muggle weapons and killed my partner with them. I fought with the snake earing one."

"Trixie Sault," Norman remembered from the poster.

"That's it," he grunted. "God, I hated that woman, she blasted me with my partner's phoenix, cherry tree wand and sent me flying."

"How did you survive the killing curse?"

"Well I was using defensive magic to protect myself," he explained. "At the same time, I don't think the Phoenix wand liked her very much despite letting her use it."

"Wand chooses the Wizard," Norman smiled.

"So, you've met Ollivander," His father grinned. "Show me your wand." Norman pulled out his wand and his father moved close to the glass to get a good look of it. "Good size wand, Holly Tree, and… what's the core?"

"Mermaid Tears," Norman replied.

"Unusual," Nick sniffed. "Ollivander only makes wands with three types of cores. "Unicorn, Pheonix, and Dragon."

"Right, but he was trying something new with mine and…" Norman wasn't sure why he stopped talking, but decided it was best to.

"You should have got Dragonheart hair like mine, that would have been easy to control. A new ingredient means new side effects, meaning you could blow yourself up trying transfiguration, or fall into a deep slumber while trying a stimulation spell. The wand may choose the Wizard, but different cores have different side effects."

"Times up," a guard spoke up before showing Norman the way out.

"It was nice talking to you," Nick explained. "I hope you like your new family, call me if you get into trouble!"

Norman wasn't sure what to think after hearing his wand could turn against him. Did Ollivander think about that when he gave the wand to him? Was he and the girl in danger for having these wands. He turned his head to see Randy carrying a bunch of bags with him towards Norman.

"Got a train to catch Mr. Schneider," Randy called out to him.