Finally we get to Chapter Four, I do apologize that it took so long between work and life it was a hassle to get what I wanted wrote down. I also changed several things in the first three chapters and this one as well. Enjoy =)

"Come now Harry." Dumbledore implored the young boy. He hadn't been looking at the newest student or else he would of wondered what was going on. Snapping out of his trance Harry nodded and followed suit. They stopped in front of a store with trunks on display. "Why don't you go in and grab yourself a trunk for your supplies? While you do that I am going to go a grab some ice cream for us, it is rather warm today." Eyes twinkling at the boy who nodded his acceptance at that. Stepping in the store he looked at the trunks, some had two or three compartments, having more space than they should. Frowning at that he looked around and saw a adult helping another customer with deciding on a trunk. He waited till they were done then stepped up.

"Ma'am, could I get your help?" he asked politely, cringing slightly when the lady turned around and looked at him smiling.

"I can, what do you need?"

"Well I was suppose to get a trunk for school but I do not know what to get really." Nodding her head in understanding she took him to the displays and explained what trunks did what and how much space they had. He asked about the space expansion charms and the lady explained with enthusiasm about how they worked and the idea behind them. She had done a few of them herself and was rather proud. He eventually settled on one of the more expensive trunks. It had ten compartments, and the last one was a moderate sized, with a room sized space with stairs. It also had a unbreakable charm (he doubted the unbreakable part of that, he figured the spell absorbed the damage then recharged over time and if one could over power the charm it would still break), and a feather light charm to be easily lifted. The thing that drew him to it was two things. One the lady had done the charms and he wanted to make her feel good by purchasing the trunk, and two it was the only one that had a rune on it that could be tapped with his finger or wand to shrink it. Tapping the trunk while shrunk would un-shrink it. She also keyed it to his magic so that it would in theory work only for him. He had also bought a backpack, a prototype that the store was promoting, to carry his class work in. It also had a expansion charm and feather-weight charm. He payed a fifth of his gold, cringing at that. He hopped that it was a worthwhile investment. He was planning on buying some small furniture to put into the trunk, a bed and desk with a chair. A bookshelf as well for books. Leaving the shop he ran into a girl his age with blond hair. Her cold glare made him recoil and a mumbled apology he left in a hurry trying to be unseen. Dumbledore found him sitting outside the store and gave him a cone with ice cream. Eating it he followed as they went to the stores. He stored his books, after he buying them, though he wasn't confident that his ability to read them would be on par. Vowing to work hard to fix that issue. They bought his potion ingredients and kit. Following that the went to a shop with a sign showing wands. Harry was nervous as could be. Entering the shop he immediately noticed the pull of something. He couldn't tell what it was, however it as there. Dumbledore entered behind him a small smile on his face. A man came out behind the shelves. He was old, eyes seeming lost in space. Harry could tell that the man was sharp, and probably could take care of himself. "Albus, how good to see you. How is your wand treating you? 15" Acacia with a feather of a phoenix, springy and flexible, well suited for Transfiguration if I recall." The questioned man chuckled the twinkling of his eyes shining bright.

"It has been treating me well Ollivander."

"Good, good. I see that you have brought Harry Potter to see me. Splendid!" the man shouted in glee. He rushed off coming back with a scroll and quill and ink. Drawing a wand he flicked his wand and the scroll unraveled and the quill dipped into the well of ink. Then he flicked his wand again a tape measure flew towards Harry, flinching slightly he followed the commands lifting both arms up. Answering questions and final being relived as the tape measure retreated. The man left again looking over everything written on the scroll he came back with several boxes. He opened and handed them one at the time to Harry. Each one felt wrong, and the wands seemed to show their displeasure as well with different reactions. At first the old man was getting excited with every rejection, enjoying the challenge. Yet that changed after hours of trying, he was stumped when the Holly with Phoenix feather flat out threw the boy across the room. He would of thought that being the brother of a wand held by a certain wizard they would of matched. "Enough. Clearly there is not a wand made here suited for you." Ollivander sat in a chair looking at the boy. "Albus, this boy needs robes still correct?"

"He does." A flick of the mans wands and the tape measure was back to the young boys dread. It took measurements all over him. The man rose out of his chair and handed a rolled up piece of paper to Dumbledore. "Take this and get him his robes. I have some work to do here with Mister Potter, and you are not needed here. This is a family business and I do not wish for you to see my work." Startled Dumbledore looked at the older man, after a few minutes of looking at each other Dumbledore nodded and taking the paper left.

"Now then Mister Potter. This goes with out saying, I would like for you to not share anything you are about to see," seeing the boy nod he clapped, "Good, well then let us get on then." Leading the boy to the back of the shop they entered a large workshop. A cot sat in the corner. Shelves lined the wall, a table in the middle of the room. Stacks of wood labeled with canisters and jars lined the shelves. Some where almost empty. Flicking his wand the old man pulled out a large black cloth, folding it over itself. "Now, Mister Potter. I am going to blind fold you. What I need you to do is walk around this room. When you fell a strong pull, stop and grab reach out for the feel. You keep doing this till you don't feel a pull from the shelves anymore. Understand?" He nodded and let himself be blindfolded. He walked with his left arm out. Feeling for the pull. He felt it and started following it. Stopping he frowned at the feeling of it being up and down. Using his left hand he reached and felt wood under his fingers, though the piece felt wrong, moving from piece to piece he found the one needed. Pulling it out he switched it to his right hand and went to the lower shelf doing the same as before. Holding both pieces of wood in his right hand he followed the feeling towards a different spot of the work space. Stopping he pulled a jar off the shelf followed by another. Still feeling the pull he walked over and stopped. He set everything down an using his right hand pick up a canister. The old man gasped, then started to chuckle with a slow clap. "This shall be interesting. Set it down with the others and let me guide you out of the shop. Come back in a few days and I will have your wand ready. If not then I will be owling it to you if it takes longer, which it may." Harry was led out of the shop by the older man. With a parting for good luck he was set off and found Dumbledore heading back towards him with a cage and a beautiful snow owl. Naming her Hedwig he quickly realized she was smarter than any average owl. Smiling they set off to return to the inn with everything he needed besides the wand. Dumbledore pulled out a book after they stored everything, and together sat at the desk in the room. They started to go over words and spelling. Harry quickly caught on, a headache forming, and a whisper seemingly guiding him along with the old man. He became more confident that he would be ok by the time school arrived in the two months before school started. After the older man left Harry continued to work on his reading and spelling with what little knowledge he had gained, trying to make further improvement.

Week till the start of the term Harry finally received his wand. Ollivander had sent a owl to him requesting him to stop by. Together with a tutor he had started working with for math they arrived. Being handed the wand he felt completed. The room had darkened as the shadows grew thicker and a warm filling spread over him. Shivering Ollivander was proud of his work, disturbed yes, but very proud of this wand. Staring at the wand in his hand Harry had grinned happily.

"Most interesting wand ever made, that one. I have never seen one like it. 10" wood combination of Blood wood and Ebony and a good bit of flex though not over the top as some," the red of the Blood Wood twirling with the black color of the Ebony wood, creating a mesmerizing pattern, "They make a powerful combination. The cores you have in it make it the most unique wand I have made. Threstail hair is the primary core, with a chimera scale and Griffin claw. A rare occurrence to add a gem to balance them out. Used emerald for that. These are hard ingredients to find young sir, and to preserve. Harry Potter, I believe we should expect great things from you, incredible things to tell the truth." Refusing payment Ollivander sent him off to gather his tutor and leave. Returning to the inn he baded his teacher good bye and retired to his room. Taking a school book out he picked up where he had left off. His skills in reading and writing had improved greatly. He was still slower than what others his age where, yet he retained everything much easier. Math was close behind it and everything else was not far behind. He had came along way. Many nights he stayed up late studying and trying to improve, it had paid off well. Grinning he held his wand in his hand studying it more closely. Ten inches long with the two colors swirling along from top to bottom, the shaft seemed to spiral up half-way and the handle had ridges where his fingers rested perfectly in. The bottom was smooth and the emerald fused perfectly into the wood as if it where growing out of it. He felt strong holding it. He was ready to start his new life. It was time to walk his own path. No matter what it took to do it.

It is almost time for things to really start picking up. How is Harry going to do in school, how is he going to cope with all the people his age around him? Well, hope you all enjoyed it, till next time =)