Harry Potter was having such a nice dream. He dreamt that he was driving Sirius's motorcycle all by himself. He had been riding since he was one so he knew very well how to work it. He dreamed that he was soaring across the sky, smiling brightly and laughing without a care in the world. But suddenly, there was a flash of green light and he was knocked from the bike. He had started falling looking up to the sky with a cry of panic. The clouds were chasing him, taking shape until they resembled a wolf, but then… he shot up in his bed panting and sweating. He looked blurrily around his room, fumbling his hand on the nightstand looking for his glasses. Sunlight was leaking through his curtains, and the scare on his torso was aching. It does that after full moon nights which he remembered last night was in fact a full moon.

There was a light tapping at his door before it was opened slowly.

"Harry?" Severus, one of his godfathers called quietly as he entered. There was a drawl to his voice that made him sound a bit pompous, however, it was always a sound that soothed Harry immediately. "Good, I see you're awake. Breakfast is ready. Come on down."

"Alright." Harry nodded, wiping his brow with a small smile. "Just let me get dressed."

Snape scrutinized him for a moment, noting the shimmering brow and how Harry rubbed his side.

"Should I mix some of the potions with your tea?" He asked and you would really have to know him to know that he was worried.

"No." Harry shook his head making a face of disdain. "It's not hurting anymore. I'm fine, promise."

"Very well." Severus nodded still sounding worried. "Sirius is waiting so be quick."

Harry nodded waiting for Severus to close the door before he hopped up and got dressed. Once ready he bid the picture of his mom and dad good morning-smiling as the pictures waved at him with their own smiles- then ran down the hall and stairs heading straight for the kitchen. The sight that greeted him was a marvelous one.

"Happy birthday, Harry." Sirius cheered, Severus right by him with a small smile.

There were three presents on the table along with a cake with eleven candles and pink frosting with green lettering. It was a bit misshapen which lead him to believe it was from Hagrid the Hogwarts gamekeeper.

He had known Hagrid since he was a toddler. Snape had often taken Harry to Hogwarts while he was younger, keeping him in his chambers with the house elves while Snape taught. Sometimes he would also take him with him to class and keep him in his office. Those days Harry remembers playing with his toys and peeking out to watch his godfather teach. Then Harry got older and restless.

"Harry, please remain here today." Snape told him as he gathered his papers and books for the class. "Read your books, or play some games."

"But Severus-"

"Potter," Snape warned, eyeing the boy, daring him to continue, he didn't. "If you behave I'll talk to Madame Hooch about stepping up your flying lessons."

"Really?" Harry beamed.

"Only if you behave." Snape warned. "Sirious will be by for lunch, I'll be back then. Bimzy will fetch tea and biscuits for you soon enough. Now be good."

With that he swept out of the room, closing the door gently behind him.

Harry watched him go for a moment before turning the rest of the room. Snape's quarters were modest. He was given one of the parent rooms. It didn't happen often, but sometimes professors would have to bring their kids to the school. In which case they were given a bigger apartment for themselves and their child. Two small rooms and a sitting room. Snape's rooms were quaint, but homey. There were two armchairs by the fireplace with a decent coffee table between them while the walls were covered in bookcases stuffed to bursting with books. Most were on dark arts and positions, but some were Harry's fiction books. Not many, but some. He liked reading enough, but it wasn't his favorite thing to do. So instead he decided to play a few rounds of exploding snaps, or swish around his play wand. But of course, he grew bored. The room began to feel right and his skin itched with restlessness. The only cure, in his young mind, was a breath of fresh air.

Looking out the window he watched as the students meandered and laughed on the front lawn, wishing he could join them. Wishing got him thinking, thinking got him plotting. And soon enough he had a plan. So, he waited till they all went back inside, then crept to the door. Snape normally trusted him enough to leave the door unlocked, and this time was no different. He peeked out, making sure that Bimzy or any other tattle-tales weren't in sight before tiptoeing out. He wasn't planning on being gone long. Really just long enough to get some sun. He didn't want to make his godfather worry, and he also didn't want to ruin his chances of getting flying lessons. But being cooped up in the apartment was a bit much even for just a few hours. So he clung to the wall and made his way to the first door he found leading outside. Looking around he breathed in the fresh country air and smiled as the sun beamed down on his face.

"And wha do yew think yur dowin out 'ere?"

Jumping with a small shriek Harry looked up at the tallest, hairiest, most intimidating man he had ever seen.

"Well?" the man asked.

"I…" Harry couldn't think of anything to say.

All he could think was that he should run back inside and find Snape before this giant crushed him.

But before he could do anything a massive beast of a dog popped out of nowhere and shoved his nose right into the boy's face. Harry gave a small squawk that turned into a giggle as the dog began to sniff him. Forgetting his fear for a moment he hugged the canine's large head happily, being reminded of Sirius when he became Padfoot and feeling instantly at ease.

"Now Fang, yew shouldn't bae so rude." the man boomed with a laugh. "Sorry, 'bout 'at. He's a bit daft."

"He's nice." Harry smiled.

"Yeah, ah guess." the man shrugs. "Now 'en, yew look a bit young ta bae wonderin' 'round 'ere. Where'd ya come from?"

Stiffening, Harry bit his lip and looked back at the castle.

"Severus's chambers." he murmured.

"Severus?" the man raised a boy. "Blimey, yew wouldn't be-"

Kneeling so he could look at the boy fully he burst into a beaming smile.

"Of course ya are." He laughed. "Yew look just like your da, though, yew got yur mother's eyes. Lily and James, blimey."

The boy looked up to him curiously. This man knew his parents, plus he was at Hogwarts So he couldn't be a bad person, right?

His dog was nice anyhow.

"I'm Harry Potter." Harry introduced himself, standing tall and holding out his hand like he's seen Severus and Sirius do.

The man only smiled all the brighter, taking the tiny hand between his pointer finger and thumb gently.

"Yes yew are." the man nodded. "I'm Rubius Hagrid. Keeper of keys and grounds 'ere at Hogwarts."

Somehow, Harry ended up following Hagrid around the school, helping him as best as he could with the chores he had to do and learning about the creatures Hagrid collected. He was having so much fun with the man he had completely forgotten about how he was supposed to go back to the chambers. That is until he heard it.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!"

Turning sharply, both Hagrid and Harry spotted a very frantic and sharp looking Snape running up the lawn toward them.

"Oh, Harry!" Snape gasped, stooping down to scope the boy into his arms and hold him tightly to his chest. "I was worried sick, you foolish boy. Bimzy came to my class in a dizzy claiming she couldn't find you. I thought I told you to stay in the rooms."

"I'm sorry Severus." Harry's lip warbled, not liking the fact that he made his guardian worry.

"Sorry 'bout 'at, Professor." Hagrid cut in. "Didn't know he wasn't supposed to be out and 'bout. Just found 'im by the doors there an' sorta took 'em with me."

"Hagrid?" Snape eyed the man.

"It was fun, Severus." Harry chimed in, smiling at the bigger man. "Hagrid showed me around the school and showed me all the cool creatures."

Snape looked between the two, looking beyond angry and ready to pop a blood vessel. But instead, he took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. The boy was safe, that was all that mattered.

"You didn't do as I asked," Snape told Harry looking stern again. "You know what that means right?"

"But I-"

"No." Snape shook his head. "You left the room without my permission. So I will not be speaking with Madame Hooch about the flying lessons. In fact, these actions deserve punishment."

"Now hold on, Professor, it weren't little Harry's fault." Hagrid tried to defend the boy, but Snape held up his hand.

"As your punishment, you will now have to spend the whole school year helping Hagrid with all his chores. Do you understand?"

In all honesty, Snape wondered if this was a wise decision. Hagrid was an oof, though trusted by Dumbledore. But could he look after a small boy? Then again, Snape had witnessed how gently Hagrid handled baby creatures. And besides, one look at Harry's beaming face was enough for him to be at peace with his choice.

"I understand, Severus." Harry nodded, trying to stay meak so as not to seem like this was more of a treat than punishment.

"Good." Snape nodded, setting the boy down and straightening his robes. "I have to get back to class, behave now. I mean it Harry."

"Yes, Severus." Harry exclaimed already running to Hagrid's side.

"I'll look after 'im, Snape." Hagrid promised.

"Thank you." Snape ducked his head in appreciation. "Harry, I'll see you at lunch."

"See you." Harry called after his godfather, before running off to keep up with Hagrid.

Harry loved the key keeper, he was the best person apart from Severus and Sirius that Harry knew. And he missed the time when he would go to Hogwarts and spend his days chasing Hagrid around with his big dog Fang. He did this until he was old enough to go to primary school, which he attended in the Muggle world. Sirius wasn't sure about that but in the end, Severus had convinced him of it. It wasn't easy if Harry was honest. There was a bully there that made it impossible for him to make friends and he had to be careful not to let his emotions get out of control or else he would do something magical. Like when he was running from the bully and somehow magically ended up on the roof. Or when he had gotten so mad at his teacher he made his hair blue. Every time the school would complain about Harry to Severus and Sirius and every time they would defend him. It didn't help that he was bullied mercilessly for having two fathers. When this first came up he didn't see the problem, all he had to say was they were his godfathers. But that didn't help. That only started up rumors that Harry wasn't wanted by his own parents so they tossed him to his godfathers. He had cried that night. Sirius wanted to go and turn the bullies into snails, but Severus talked him out of it. Harry loved his godfathers more than anything and could never be ashamed of them. But that did raise a lot of questions that night.

"Why did my parents not want me?" he whimpered, sitting on the sofa between them, staring down gloomily at his tea. "Why did they throw me away?"

"They did no such thing!" Sirius boomed making Harry jump.

"Sirius, calm down." Severus snapped, attempting to hide his own anger. "You're frightening the boy."

"Sorry pup," Sirius sighed leaning back. "We were gonna tell you this when you were a bit older. But can't be helped I guess, aye Severus."

Severus only sighed pouring himself another cup of tea, wondering if he should grab the brandy instead. He took a long gulp then looked back down at Harry, his heart breaking all the more.

"Harry," he began wondering where he should start and choosing the most important thing he could think of. "You're parents loved you more than anything. They were so proud when you were born. You were everything to them."

"Then why?" Harry asked.

"They didn't have a choice." Sirius choked taking a sip of his own tea. "They… this is not easy to say, Harry. They were our best friends."

"I'm sorry." Harry suddenly realized the distress his guardians were in. "You don't have to tell me. I'm fine just knowing they loved me."

"We're gonna have ta tell you at some point." Sirius shook his head. "You have heard Sev and I talking about a wizard, he-who-must-not-be-named, right?"

Harry nodded.

"That wizard, he killed lotsa people." Sirius continued. "But then he got wind of a wizard that could end him. That wizard was you."

"Me?" Harry gasped. "I was going to defeat him?"

"And you did?" Sirius assured. "The night your parents died, that man came to kill you. But your parents wouldn't let him. They fought him with everything they had. But he... " Sirius didn't need to finish, Harry understood.

"Then he tried to kill you." Severus picked up, a roughness to his voice. "Your mother, that night she cast powerful magic. I don't think she even knew she did it. The Dark One tried to kill you, but her magic protected you and it still does to this day. It watches over you, keeps you safe from true evil."

"That's how you got that scar, Harry." Sirius smiled pointing to Harry's brow. "Because your parents loved you."

"And what about this one?" He asked pointing to his side. "How did I get this one, and why does it hurt on full moons."

"That," Severus sighed. "Is something we'll have to wait for Remus's next visit for."

"But-"

"None of that." Severus tutted. "It's time for dinner."

Remus came days after and explained all he could about Greyback and werewolves. So Harry had known for some time that when puberty hits he will most likely shift. He dreaded that day.

But this day, his birthday, was not one to dread.

"C'mon then." Sirius smiled. "Come open your parcels."

Harry beamed running for the table and taking his seat. He didn't really ever get a ton of presents on his birthdays but he didn't mind. He was always grateful for what he had. And even more thankful for what he got. He ripped open the first present finding Quidditch Through the Ages.

"Wicked." he cheered looking at his Godfathers.

They smiled and watched as he opened the next one.

"Oh wow." he beamed unfolding a Chuddly Cannons jumper. "I love it." he smiled pulling it on right over his t-shirt. "I'm never taking this off."

"You're gonna have to I'm afraid." Severus snorted. "It's a bit warm out there for jumpers just yet."

"Can't you put a spell on it to keep it cool?" Harry wondered pouting his lip.

"Potter." Severus said sternly.

"Alright." he relented. "But I'm keeping it on for as long as I can."

Sirius chuckled at his reaching for the next present.

"This one's from Hagrid." he told Harry.

It was an envelope, which was a relief to both Harry and his Godfathers. One time Hagrid sent a shrunken niffler in a tank full of shiny objects. It was neet and Harry enjoyed it, but then it escaped. Severus was furious.

He opened the envelope finding a few galleons in it along with a card that had scratchy handwriting.

"When you go and buy your school stuff," Harry began to read aloud. "Use this to buy yourself a pet. Just not a toad, those went out of style ages ago. And I want to see what you bought when you get here, alright.

From Hagrid."

Harry beamed all the brighter.

"That brings us to the next order of business." Sirius smiled. "After we finish breakfast, Draco should be showing up then we'll take the both of you to Diagon alley."

Hearing that his best friend would be coming over soon made Harry's face hurt with all the smiling he was doing. His nightmare was completely forgotten with the events of the last hour putting him at ease. In just a few moments he would be acquainted with his wand and in a month after that, he would be going back to his favorite place in all of the UK.

They finished their breakfast with smiles and laughs. It was not an uncommon occurrence for their mornings, yet today felt more special than the others. And for obvious reasons. Soon enough they were gathered before the grand fireplace waiting for their expected guest. They didn't have to wait long, however, as the fireplace suddenly blazed and Draco Malfoy stepped through brushing the ash off his cloak.

"'Allow Harry." he drawled in his snobbish voice a smile on his lips.

"Draco." Harry smiled back.

Draco and Harry had known each other since they were younger.

It had all started one summer when Harry and Draco were five. Draco had once seen his mother throw flew powder into their fireplace and call out "Grimmauld Place" then disappear- this was when the Ministry still had a few restrictions on the Malfoys for their involvement with the Dark Lord, they wouldn't be allowed to Disapparate for another year yet. Curious at what his mother was doing and where she had gone, he grabbed the flew powder and did the same. When he stepped out of the fireplace he was in a house he had never seen before and his mother was nowhere in sight. Worried he started to wanderer hoping to find his mother soon. He ended up getting lost and just sort of freezing in place in front of a door fighting hard not to cry. His father had told him that men don't cry, so he refused to let himself do so. The door had suddenly opened making him cry out and jump against the farthest wall, staring wide-eyed at the boy who had just come out of the room. He was taller than Draco, with a head of uncontrollable jet black hair and shimmering green eyes hidden behind a pair of round specs.

"'Allow." the boy smiled. "I'm Harry, who are you?"

"D-Draco."

"Why are you here?"

"My mother is here, I fol- came with her."

"Oh, where is she?"

"I don't know," Draco said suddenly remembering why he was there. "I've lost her."

"I'll help you find her." Harry beamed. "C'mon."

Draco followed the other boy, happy that there was someone his age here, and even happier that the boy was helping him.

"'Ere." Harry suddenly said holding out half of a chocolate wand. "Moony says that chocolate is the only medicine for sadness."

"I don't like medicine." Draco gagged his face screwing up into a look of disgust. "It's foul."

"I know." Harry agreed, his own face scrunching as he remembers the position he took last night. "But chocolate is good. Go on then."

Draco took the wand staring at it for a moment before taking a tentative bite.

"It's just chocolate." he gasped.

"That's what I said, isn't it?"

"You said it was medicine."

"I said that Moony said it was medicine for sadness."

"Well, Moony isn't very smart then." Draco snorted, pulling off the best five-year-old snob he could.

"He is too." Harry insisted getting a little angry.

"He called chocolate medicine. It's just chocolate."

"But you feel better now, don't you? You're not sad, are you?"

"No-"

"Then he was right."

"Harry."

Before the boys could carry on with their argument, Severus suddenly came sweeping up the stairs marching for the boys.

"Draco?" he said puzzled. "How did you get here."

"Severus." Draco beamed rushing to meet the man halfway.

"You know my godfather?" Harry asked right behind him.

"He's my godfather." Draco urged sounding affronted by Harry's words.

"No, he's mine." Harry insisted.

"No, he is not." Draco argued back.

"Enough." Severus called getting both the boy's attention. "I'm godfather to both of you. But that is not the point. Draco," he turned his pointed face to the blond boy with a stern glare. "What are you doing here? How did you get here?"

"Flew powder." Draco said looking sheepish. "I saw mother use it and I heard where she was going. So I followed. I wanted to know what she was doing."

"You foolish boy." Severus sighed. "That was very dangerous, you could have ended up anywhere."

"What is mother doing here?" Draco asked not at all deterred from his original mission.

"Your mother came to see me on personal matters," Severus answered crossing his arms. "It is none of your concern. Now C'mon, I'll take you to her."

They trailed after Severus happily, Harry gripping his godfather's robes as he went. Draco watched him with a new sense of interest. This boy had the same godfather as him and seemed to live with him. Draco didn't have many friends outside of the few children his father's aquantenisis would bring when they had home meetings. And even those boys and girls only played with him because he was Lucius Malfoy's son. He wondered if this boy was the same.

"Draco!?" Narcissa Malfoy gasped at seeing her son at Severus's side.

"Mother." Draco cried rushing to her and letting her pull him into her arms.

"Padfoot!" Harry cried running to his other godfather with a frown. "Draco said Moony is stupid for calling chocolate medicine."

"Draco!" Narissa abashed- not knowing who Moony was but knowing that it was still rude of her son to say such a thing.

"He just doesn't know him." Sirius smiled, turning to Draco. "Trust me, Draco, Remus Lupin, or Moony as we call him, is one of the smartest people I know. Isn't that right, Severus."

Severus snorted.

"I will not deny that he is indeed smart." Severus drawled holding his tongue when he received a look from his husband.

"See." Harry cheered triumphantly.

Draco looked like he wanted to yell and throw a tantrum, but that was another thing his father said men do not do.

"Boys," Sirius called getting the children's attention. "Narcissa and Severus still have much to discuss. Why don't we go and let them finish."

"You don't mind watching Draco, Sirius?" Narcissa asked, a bit pink in the face- it wasn't so long ago that they were on opposite sides of the war.

"Not at all." Sirius smiled. "C'mon boys, I'll take you for a ride on my motorbike."

"Yay!" Harry cried running from the room.

Draco looked up at his mother wondering if this was a good idea or not.

"Go on, darling." she smiled. "We'll go home when you get back."

It was the most fun Draco had ever had. He cheered loudly as he clung to Harry's back, Sirius keeping him steady behind him, the wind whipping his hair this way and that. He never wanted this to stop. But of course, it had to. When they came back Draco had spent a good couple of minutes talking with Harry about all the fun they just had. When his mother came to collect him he had begged her to come back. The guardians quickly made playdate plans and Draco Malfoy had ended up coming over to Harry Potter's almost every day of the week. Thus began an unlikely friendship.

"Got everything you need, Draco?" Sirius asked checking the Hogwarts list again.

"I do." Draco smiled holding up his Gringotts key and his own list from Hogwarts. "Mother and father said that they will meet me at Ollivanders to get my wand."

"Then let us be off," Severus told them. "I'll go first, Draco will come after that, Harry after that and then Sirius."

They all agreed and one by one they disappeared into the green flames only to step out of the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron. Aw they went, Harry chose to stay close to Sirius. Everywhere he went in the wizarding world there were people who wanted to shake his hand and talk to him about the night his parents died. Because it was the night that The Dark Lord, Voldemort, disappeared and everyone chalked it up to Harry Potter defeating him with some incredible magik. No one knew the truth, no matter how many times Harry tried to explain. He didn't defeat the Dark Lord, his mother's magik did. Sirius and Severus told him so. She protected him even in death. And to this day she still protects him and Grimmauld place along with everyone in it that names it home. They also didn't know about how that night he was bit by Greyback or that on the day on a full moon he would transform into a werewolf. They just all assumed that he was this great hero before he could even walk. It drove him mad and drove Draco to fits of laughter as he watched Harry stammer and get all flustered, doing his best not to get angry with the witches and wizards.

"Whas a'matter Potter," Draco teased now. "Afraid of your fans?"

"Shut it, Malfoy." Harry hissed looking around the cauldron.

They only used last names when they were teasing, which was near all the time. A peculiar friendship, theirs. Most wondered how they kept from killing one another.

It seemed, however, though most of the partons in the tavern had spotted him, they did not wish to step forward for fear of angering Sirius and Severus Black-Snape. Most knew not to get on their bad sides. For the most part, they just smiled and waved at him, calling across the tavern their admiration but giving the boy his space.

"Ah, S-S-Severus, I wa-w-wasn't expecting to-to-to see you."

Looking up, both boys narrowed their eyes at the new man who had ignored the older men's warning auras and approached them.

"Ah, yes, Professor Quirrell." Snape nodded, morphing his demeanor into one of a professional drawl. "Boys, this is professor Quirelll, he will be your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Harry you've met before, though you were still young and much too interested in following Hagrid around."

"Oh, hello." Harry smiled holding out his hand politely.

"Pleasure to meet you." Draco mimicked.

Quirl eyed their hands but did not offer his own, instead, he tucked them away and began to stutter.

"Ye-yes, I l-l-look forward to te-t-teaching you both." he smiled warterly, before looking at the two guardians. "I'll l-lea-le-eave you to-to it then."

With that, they took their leave. The shopping was mundane for the most part. They went about getting their books and supplies and binged on sweets to celebrate Harry's birthday. Malfoy even got Harry a journal that recorded his thoughts without a quill for his present.

"What house do you want to be placed in?" Draco asked as they were getting fitted for their robes.

Harry pondered the question before looking to the other boy.

"You first." he said, stalling and Draco knew it.

Snorting, Draco turned up his nose and straightened his back just a little more.

"Slytherin, obviously." he smirked. "My family have all been Slytherin's for ages. It would only make sense."

"What if you don't get into Slytherin?" Harry wondered. "What then?"

"I will." Draco declared, but also looked up thoughtful. "But if I had a choice, it would probably have to be Ravenclaw."

"What about Gryffindor?"

At this Draco laughed.

"Could you imagine what my father would say?"

"Yeah, I don't think he would be too happy about that?"

"So what about you?" Draco drove. "Which house would you want to get sorted into?"

Harry bit his lip, looking over his shoulder to where his godfather's where browsing the shops wears while the boys got fitted.

One a former Slytherin, now the head of the house.

The other, a former Gryffindor.

Looking down, Harry sighed.

"I don't know."

After their fitting, the four went to sit at one of the benches so the boys could devour more sweets.

Then came time for them to depart.

"There's my parents." Draco called, waving to them.

His mother waved back while Lucius sneered at his company.

"Best go on then, Draco." Snape told the boy. "We'll see you soon enough. I imagine you'll be around before summer ends."

"Sure thing." Draco nodded, turning to Harry. "See you around Potter, happy birthday."

"See you." Harry called as the boy ran off.

Harry knew that Draco was going to get his wand now. But Harry wanted to go get his pet before that. So they went to Eeylops Owl Emporium. He saw cat's, lizards, toads- remembering what Hagrid said and laughing to himself- but what he was really after, was an owl.

Then he saw her.

"That one." Harry beamed.

She was a snowy white beauty dotted with black spots. She watched him, cocking her head as if to say, 'and where have you been then'? He knew she was meant for him and that Hagrid would love her too.

He paid for the owl, giving her a few treats before leaving the shop.

"What are you going to name her?" Snape asked.

"Hedwig." Harry smiled.

Snape nodded at this, patting Harry's shoulder and directing him after Sirius.

"C'mon then." Sirius called to his husband and godson. "Now's the best part."

Yes. Now he was going to get his wand.

Olivanders, the best wand shop in the wizarding world. It's the place where everyone gets their wands. His parents and his godparents, now it was his turn.

Mr. Olivander smiled when he saw the Potter boy and had him try nearly half the wands in the store. Snape and Sirius had to drop to the floor at one point when a kettle came flying at them.

"Well, I needed a new one anyway." The wizard shrugged. "Right, off I go. We'll find you a wand yet."

Harry looked to his godfathers, starting to worry that he wouldn't find his wand at all.

"Just hang in there pup." Sirius assured.

"Things like this take patients." Severus nodded. "You see, you're wand will find you soon."

"I wonder." the shop owner said, gently taking a box from the shelf.

They watched him apprehensively as he came back, carefully handing the new wand to Harry. As soon as his fingers wrapped around it, something warmed in him. It felt like live power was coursing through him, like his magic wasn't so scattered anymore. Instead it settled, anxious but focused. The air around swirled as if to tell everyone else that yes this was the one. Looking back at his godfathers he caught there proud smiles before he smiled down at it before looking up to the shop keeper and frowning.

"Sir, are you alright?" he asked as Olivander scrutinized the boy.

"I'm fine, lad." she shook his head taking the wand and going to wrap it up.

"Olivander," Sirius called, noting the man's odd behavior as well. "What is it?"

"It's nothing." Olivander assured, telling them their total.

"Olivander." Snape poked, fixing the man with his own stern glare. "Tell us. Is there anything dangerous about this wand?"

"No, no." the man held up his hands, deswading them from the thought. "It's not that?"

"Then what is it?" Sirius urged.

"It's just," Olivander looked between the boy and his guardians and sighed. "I remember every wand I've ever sold you see. And it just so happens that this wand has a brother. They share a trait. The phoenix feather in both wands is from the same bird. Which it only gave those two feathers. The other feather that was used to make the other wand was placed in the wand that belonged to the man… well, it belonged to the one that gave young Potter that scare."

Both Sirius and Severus looked to Harry, gauging his reaction.

Harry on the other hand, just froze.

His wand, the instrument that he was to use to conduct his magik, one of the most important tools in the wizarding world, was related to the wand of the man that killed his parents.

His wand, and now he, were now connected to Voldemort, and he did not know how he felt about that.