The day Turias' Hogwarts letter arrived was most likely the moment Rodolfus was most proud for his son, though he still found his lack of accidental magic very odd and not a little bit disconcerting. What confused him the most, though, was how Ollivander reacted. He had taken one look at his son Turias and had gestured him forward.
Like any normal parent, when his son began to follow the creepy old man he followed too. Ollivander only shot a questioning look to Turias before he allowed him to follow. He led them to Ollivander's back room and Rodolfus' eyes widened in surprised understanding: Ollivander was going to custom-make his son's wand. It was almost unheard of to get a wand custom-made. All of this went without comment.
When they reached the inside, Ollivander was about to say something before certain containers broke open to admit five ingredients. They flung themselves towards Turias. Luckily, he caught all five. Ollivander gave a wide smile; it certainly saved him a lot of time from directing him over a bunch of wand cores and woods. If Ollivander thought the choices were odd, he didn't comment on it. "Well! Let's get you a wand!"
He gingerly took the ingredients from the 'boy', but had to fight with one of the woods, as it kept trying to go back to Turias' hands. He brought them off to a little out-of-the way worktable to start the process. This would be a challenge, but he knew just what to do! Besides, he liked a good challenge.
Ollivander started with the living wood, since it was giving him so much trouble. He shot a curious eye to Turias and asked gingerly, "A few drops of your blood, if you will?" The boy smiled faintly and walked over to the man. Turias took the proffered blade ad made a clean slice across his palm without hesitation. His father raised an eyebrow. Ollivander took his hand and brought it up so that the blood dripped on the wood. The blood dropped into the wood like a parody of platform 9 and ¾, and the Livingwood stopped trying to impale Turias.
Ollivander nodded, satisfied, and returned to his workstation. He placed the infused Livingwood down and moved onto the Elderwood. He looked at the possible core for a moment before deciding on the phoenix feather. Rodolfus watched, intrigued, as the old man placed the feather on the wood, waved his wand, and the feather was absorbed into the wood.
Next was the last wood and core, Burningwood and phoenix ash. Ollivander smiled faintly at the last two. He levitated the two to each other and infused them together. Normally if he were to touch such a volatile combination before infusion he would burn to death.
Then Ollivander picked up the two new wands save the Burningwood one and placed them in a circle, tip pointing out. He made a few complicated wand movements to which Rodolfus knew nothing about, but Turias secretly did.
Ever so slowly, the wand rose into the air until only the bottoms of the handles could touch the worktop. Now vertical, the wands lifted off the tabletop and began to spin quickly, too quickly to discern the individual wands; they could only see a blur.
Abruptly they stopped spinning as one, and the result was an intricate wand of wood intwined in a spiral. The three different woods were clearly discernible by their respective colours: the white of the Livingwood, the grey of the Elderwood, and the black of the Burningwood. The wand glowed slightly, each wood their respective colours, though none were quite sure how the Burningwood glowed black. Almost as fast as the wand started glowing it ended.
Turias was jarred out of his thought on the wand by Ollivander's impatient, "Well? Give it a wave." So Turias did. When Turias gingerly picked up the wand, he needn't have waved for white, grey, and black sparks to shoot out the end of it. Turias grinned, and couldn't have helped but to mummer quietly, "Beautiful." As if in response to his praise, the wand thrummed with power, and he got the impression of a bird preening its feathers. Turias' grin brightened considerably. He considered his new wand, and figured that the wand was only made of enough magical elements that the magic inside it was probably sentient, or at least capable of supporting sentience. Later, when he found that the wand was in fact sentient, he boosted the intelligence to match that of a real phoenix.
"Burning wood and Phoenix ash wand, Elderwood and Phoenix feather wand, and Livingwood and Livingblood fused together. Passive, great for defence! Powerful, very powerful." Turias raised an eyebrow at Ollivander, pleased when the 'older' man looked away from his stare. Leave it to him to get a passivism's wand great for fighting. He took the warning for what it was, though. He will have to fight however much he won't want to.
They had left then, after paying [27 Galleons, the price of three wands, understandably. It didn't stop Rodolfus from grumbling about his 'expensive son' though, all in good jest,] to get Turias' first year supplies.
They had gone early that day to avoid the usual crowd of people, Rodolfus guessed right that Turias wouldn't like large crowds, and they had gone to Ollivander's first because it had been the first open. By the end of their small shopping spree, they had finally worked their way to the clothing shop. Rodolfus noticed his son's unease with the by now fully crowded ally, and suggested softly, "How about I go get the ingredients I need, and you can get some Hogwarts robes – you know the ones – so that we can leave faster?"
Turias nodded gratefully, and he went on his way. Rodolfus couldn't help but give a small smile to his sun. He thought his son was a perfectly behaved boy, albeit too quiet at times, and no matter what anyone said, he knew his boy was brilliant. He was not too sure his boy knew, that, though.
Turias stepped into Madam Makin's Robes for all Occasions, and smiled slightly in memory of the first time he went here in Diagon Ally. He inclined his head to Draco, who was getting his robes done. Just after he walked in, his alternate self – Harry Potter – walked in as well. Madam Malkin looked up from her work on Draco's robes. She smiled brightly and quickly walked over to them. "Hogwarts, dears?" she asked, giving a mother's smile. They both nodded. Turias gave Harry a small friendly smile.
They both were ushered up to stand on the stools. "Turias," Draco greeted politely with an inclination of his head. Draco then started to ramble on about this and that to the silent two. Turias could easily read Harry's irritation with the blond, though it was hidden quite well. He never did understand he had started wearing his emotions on his sleeve upon reaching Hogwarts in his previous life. He smelled foul play, though he couldn't prove anything. He knew of a way to at least change the topic Draco was rambling about.
He turned fully towards Harry after Madam Malkin stopped taking his measurements, "I'm Turias Lestrange," he said to the small, skinny boy with green eyes and black hair; he extended his hand to the smaller boy.
The entire shop fell silent, and a few became fearful of the boy named Turias. Not only was his surname well known and feared, but it was well known that the boy couldn't speak. Not even to his own parents would he speak a word, or so the rumours said. He was as famous for his silence as Dumbledore for his outlandish robe designs.
Harry – either uncaring or oblivious of the silence and its meaning – took the proffered hand and gave a small shy smile. "Harry," he whispered in return. Turias' face morphed from genuine politeness to understanding, Turias remembered well the reactions of saying the Potter name, in public, in reference to himself.
"Well met," Turias said, and returned to waiting for his father. It was traditional for the father to take the son to their Hogwarts shopping; it was also customary for the father to escort their son from the store.
Those simple words seemed to break Draco from his shock to cut Harry off from what he was about to say, "How did you get Turias to speak?! I've been trying to get him to talk ever sense I could remember! I didn't even think he could talk," Harry now looked confused as the rest were still unsure if what they saw had happened. Turias was just looking like the perfect picture of innocence.
Turias figured he should get a 'best actor' award at some point in one of his lifetimes. Turias then began to go into a sort of 'trance' like state, and abruptly snapped out of it only to hug the smaller boy tightly. He whispered in a way so only Harry could hear him, "Don't you let what the Dursleys say get to you. Don't let any of the Wizarding World's prejudice influence you, especially from those you love or will love. Don't let the media hurt you. Most of all, do not sacrifice who you are to have friends, for what are relationships built on a lie?" Turias stepped away from this world's Harry Potter, leaving said Potter to be thoroughly shocked, and looked expectantly at the door. Two seconds later his father and Hagrid entered. Turias left with his father not long after paying for the plain robes. His father didn't say anything about his son's choices as he knew his son had a silent wardrobe. The only thing his parents cared about was the quality of the clothing so that he looked at least like he had considerable wealth, though looks modest. It was a hard look to pull off, but somehow Turias was able to make it work. Not to say he didn't have fancy clothing, he just didn't like to wear them.
The rest of the month of August passed by like any other, except Draco had a new topic to talk about. Turias wasn't too sure, as they were only eleven, but he suspected Draco would develop a little crush on Harry "Probably a poor muggleborn, what with those rags," Potter. Seriously, how else can he explain why Draco almost always was on the topic of the boy?