It took him six months to get it down right. He had gotten legilimancy as strong as Voldemort. Only Dumbledore knew he had it as good as Voldemort. He told him he had it as strong as himself so he didn't worry him. When he gets older he'll tell him the truth.
Harry wouldn't use legilimency that often because it was none of his business what people remember but would use occlamency. Especially when he was close to Snape and Dumbledore. Everyone knew Snape would use legilimency a lot on people. He used his connection with Tracey like any other twin the most.
3 years later
They were in Diagon Alley getting school supplies for their first year of Hogwarts. Harry would still be talked about but was used to it and would still ignore it. They were getting their wands now.
"Ah yes, the Potters. Lily , Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."
She nodded and smiled.
"Still in perfect condition."
"James, Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration."
"Yes sir, just fine."
"And it's Tracey and Harry now. Who's first?" Mr. Ollivander asked while he looked at Harry.
"You can start with Tracey." Harry said.
So he measured her arm and hand and found a wand.
"Cherry, dragon heartstrings, 12 inches."
She gave it a wave and it didn't work like she hoped.
"Pine, unicorn hair, 10 inches."
Then some colors and heat went off. Next it was Harry. He looked at his scar for a second and shook his head.
"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly. "Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands . . . well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do. . . ."
So he went and gave him one after his arm was measured. "Beechwood and dragon heartstrings. Nine inches. Nice and flexible."
Harry took the wand and waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.
"Parentally not." So Mr. Ollivander took out another one. "Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try-"
Harry tried but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander. "No, no here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out."
Harry tried. He had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands. His parents and sister were surprised at what had been happening.
"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere — I wonder, now — yes, why not — unusual combination — holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."
Harry took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. And a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls.
"Yikes. Very curious."
"Sorry, but, what's curious?" he said.
Lily and James already had an idea of what it was. Dumbledore had told them what Voldemort's wand was to warn them that when they got their wands Harry will get its brother.
"I remember every wand I ever sold Mr. Potter. Every single one. It so happens that the Phoenix, who's tail feather resides in your wand gave another feather. Just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand when it's brother, gave you that scar." He stood there silently.
"But, I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you Mr. Potter. After all, he-who-must-not be named did great things. Terrible, yes. But great."
So they paid for them and went home. When they got there Harry just stared at his wand for a while.
"You ok?"
He looked up and saw Tracey looking worried.
"Yeah, just surprised." he said putting his wand down.
"Don't worry Harry, you'll be fine."
He smiled and nodded.
After that they headed downstairs to dinner.