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"Madam, please leave" Drabble said, disguised as a human, he had been put in charge of the fake house, because his Master suspected that Dumbledore had not given up in trying to make the little master, go to Hogwarts even if he didn't want to.
He remembered in the past when his Master was a little master, Albus would try to convince the Master and Mistress of the household, to send the little master to Hogwarts when he came of age.
He barely fought of a scowl, watching history repeat itself before his very eyes.
In front of him, was none other than Minerva McGonagall.
Just an hour ago, she was sitting in her office, making sure everything was ready when the new students arrived, she like most of Britain was overjoyed to hear that Jamus Potter, was finally old enough to go to Hogwarts.
She know it was going to be huge when Jamus went on a shopping trip for Hogwarts supplies and many Aurors would be called out to protect the Boy-Who-Lived from those who wished to take this opportunity to harm the boy.
She wondered what the boy was like, was he as smart and inventive like his mother when it come to potions are was he like his father, who loved to pull 'harmless' little pranks.
She was thinking about all of this, when Albus walked in through the door, to drop the bombshell that she would be taken a soon to be first year on a shopping trip in an hour or two.
Albus had expected her to just drop everything, forgetting the fact, she was the one to welcome the new first years to Hogwarts officially, and that required a lot of planning and preparation so she couldn't spare an hour or two showing a soon to be first year around, right now.
And when she wanted to complain, the man was already gone, leaving just the address, she was supposed to go to.
He know her well enough to know, her sense of duty would make her leave and he was right.
Manipulative old man, she thought as she was forced to take the magic bus, to the address, leading her to a road in the middle of nowhere, leading upwards.
When she finally made it, she couldn't help but gap, at the grand house that greeted her, she was fairly sure this house was bigger than the Malfoy Manner!
Whoever this child was, was no ordinary Muggle child, she had never seen a manor this large before not even amongst the Purebloods, and she had been to all the Pureblood houses, that why she was so certain the child was a muggle born.
She approached the gates, not showing how intimidated she was by the big looming gate in front of her, two people in muggle guard uniforms immediately stopped her in her tracks.
"Name?" The man on the right said, taking out a clipboard, wondering what this woman was wearing, the last he checked, it wasn't Halloween or did she just return from a costume party?
Very unprofessional, if she had business in this house.
"Minerva, Minerva McGonagall. I believe the master of the house is expecting me" She said, moving forward only to be blocked once again as both men decreased the gap between them.
The man, made a point to look through the names on the clipboard, before reaching the end and saying.
"Sorry Madam, but I don't see your name anywhere on the list"
"Well, it must have been short notice as well because just an ago, I found I was supposed to be here, that's why I'm not on the list" Minerva said, certain there was nothing wrong. "So why don't you let me in and I can sort everything out with the Master of the house" pressing forward only to be stopped by an arm.
"Sorry, Madam, but if your not on the list, than we can't let you through. It's part of our job." The man on the right said, they had been hired to protect this place, especially from strangely dressed people like her.
The pay was very good too.
"You can't be serious!" Minerva said, this had never happened before, not being allowed to see one child, she then tried to get through but she was blocked.
"What's going here?" A new voice said.
And that's how they got here.
Minerva looked at the man who was dressed a butler's uniform and reminded her a bit of a house elf.
"Is there something you need for the Master of the house or Little Master?" The man said.
Finally this man looked reasonable, Minerva thought, as she said with a smile. "Can you tell these young gentleman here, to let me in? I am here to take the 'Little Master' of the house, to get his supplies for Hogwarts"
"We'll, I'm sorry to tell you this Madam, but I was told that Little Master was not going to Hogwarts." He said, shocking her.
A Magical child not going to Hogwarts!?
Nonsense.
What about the child's, magically education?
"I'm sure this has been some kind of mistake" She said, "Perhaps, the child didn't receive his Hogwarts letter? What about his magical education"
Is this woman, a lunatic? The guards couldn't help but think, did she expect the young master of the house, to go to a magic school? Where he would pull rabbits out of hat's and make himself seemly disappear, instead of getting a proper education?
Clearly, this woman had lost it.
"I can assure, you madam" The man said. "The Little Master has seen the letter and still chose not to go, there are other school's other than your's, out there, that can provide a far better education. So please tell, your Headmaster. That the Little Master has politely declined. Any attempts to force the Little Master to attend, will have the Police immediately contacted immediately and those involved will be arrested for attempted kidnap
To Minerva, it was like a huge slap across the face.
For once in her life, a child under her care, will not be attending Hogwarts.
Ch 14: Harry wand.
Both Harry and his dad, left the house, a good hour before Minerva arrived at the Fake Manor.
Xander, had to debate with himself on the mode of transport to get to Durmstrang.
Should he let Harry fully experience the journey to get there, and see the sights as they headed north or take a Portkey?
If they used normal travel, they could take pictures and truly appreciate the sights as they traveled but there was risk.
An order member like Mad-Eye Moody might be watching any form of transportation or the border if Albus thought they were going to escape out of the country using it.
But if they used the Portkey, not only would they save hours, getting there but he was sure the Scandinavian Magical Ministry wouldn't want the fact that the Felix Heir would be visiting them, to get out.
If something happened, it would effect the alliance they wanted to build with the House of Felix and the last thing, they needed was an assassination attempt.
Eventually Portkey won out and his scheming mind, want to work on how to get back, while seeing the sights, while successful avoiding the order.
They arrived 30 minutes later, because of the long distance, they had traveled.
"Welcome, to Norway" They were greeted, by none other than Headmaster Igor Karkaroff, he had come to greet them personally, at the entrance of the International Portkeys landing.
The man showed nothing, of, the frustration he endured for waiting a good three hours, since he didn't know when they would be arriving.
Several people had come through it and left out of it, but he was a good judge of people, and would spot somebody who held more importance than him just by their body language, like Voldemort, he was confident he could tell the difference between a Pureblood and a muggle born.
It was because of this, that he never entertained the thought that Voldemort could have been a muggleborn all along, or bothered to search for a Pureblood that went by such a name, to know the man was lying to his face, after all, Purebloods were rear in the world.
The man in front of him, currently reeked of power, he could see it, just by how the man stood, even the boy next to them carried himself a certain way, unlike a normal child around his age.
"You must be, Lord Felix" He said, beaming his hand outstretched for the man to shake, he had gotten the Felix heir!
Xander, took the man's hand and shook it, he know the man had noticed his house ring and said. "Nice to finally meet you, Headmaster."
He didn't trust this man one bit.
"Please, call me, Ignor." The man said, before his eyes flickered to Harry and said. "So this must be young Harold. I got to say, I can certainly see the family resemblance".
And thanks to the fact, Harry had see the way people treated Jamus when he was younger and a couple of books he read, he had gained the knowledge of knowing when people were truly giving you a compliment and when somebody was 'putting on airs' because of a hidden agenda.
His senses were telling him to be weary of this man.
So, this was the 'when your senses are screaming at you to listen, and ignoring them, will make you end up dead.' scenario, that his dad mentioned and immediately went on guard.
"Nice to meet you, sir" He said, politely, showing the proper pureblood bow.
"Nice, to meet you too" Ignor said, with a smile, there was no doubt in his mind that this child was fully Pureblood and said. "Now, than. May, we go on the shopping trip?"
"Of course" His dad said, "Please lead the way"
They followed the man, they passed several people dressed in slimming coats but surprisingly no giant woolly hats like in the movies.
Harry was even more surprised, when they came out of the building and weren't met with snow as far as the eye could see, so this was what his dad meant by T.V's portrayal of a foreign culture, being insulting to that very culture.
It was nowhere nearly as cold as he was lead to believe and some people were walking around sleeveless.
They came out of the building and was met with a buildings, that didn't look, as nearly as worn out as the one's in Diagon alley and the streets were nowhere nearly as narrow, you wouldn't be able to tell this place was built high in a Mountain by how flat the ground was instead of rocky, like you come to expect.
There was a mix of people dressed like muggles and people dressed like wizards, Harry noticed most of the males had their heads shaved and the only one's who seemed to be smiling, were the excited new, would be first years and their families, most people seemed to be have fixed smiles that didn't quite reach their eyes.
Just what did he get himself into?
Several people noticed the headmaster and stared, it was rare to see the headmaster here and could help but wonder who the child and man was, behind him.
"Welcome, to Øystein Alley" Ignor said, it like he put together the words 'oink' and 'stein' into one single word, by the way he pronounced it. "Now, let's go and get young Harold, here is first wand"
Secretly, he had already prepared a wand for the boy.
The other wands were set to reject the boy, this was especially hard to do.
The wand he prepared was especially dark, he was one of the few people who didn't not believe Voldemort was truly gone.
If the man returned one day, he feared that he would be outed for giving up the names of his fellow Death Eaters to the British Ministry of Magic.
So he prayed, the fact, the Felix Heir would be learning the Dark Arts at his school and hopefully become a dark wizard who would support the Dark Lord's cause, would allow him to keep his head.
Too bad, things wouldn't go the way he wanted.
He took a step forward and they followed quiet behind him, attracting unwanted attention by the mere fact, the principle seemed to be escorting them somewhere.
Harry had to admit, the place was massive once you realized, you've walked for ten minutes when you felt you had been walking for hours, they entered a shop called 'Wandbone', Xander could feel the wards around the place.
Very old wards.
And as they walked in, a bell went off, as a sign that the door had been open.
If possible, the inside of the shop looked even more, like an old shoe store, than Ollivanders, hundreds of wands lined up neatly on the selves, looking far more impressive than their British counterparts.
Xander eyes sharpened at the faint hint of dark magic in the air, he caught in the air.
"Ah, headmaster. Do you need anything. ?" A woman, who looked far to much like Molly Weasley for Xander liking, despite not having the famous hair, said.
She smiled sweetly at all three of them, the Headmaster had informed her of what she needs to do and was paid enough to do the job.
"Young Harold, here, needs a wand" The headmaster said, putting an arm around Harry shoulder, Harry wasn't the only one uncomfortable about the man's actions.
"First year?" The woman said, smiling.
"Yes, ma'am" Harry said, despite the arm offending his shoulder, he felt excitement to finally be getting a wand.
"Oh, such a polite young man" the women said, before saying "Which is your wand hand?"
Never had his lessons about the magical world, been so useful until now.
He know immediately what she was talking about showed her his most dominant hand, his right hand.
There was no measuring and there was certainly no speech about the wand choosing it's own partner.
Harry had spent time in both the Muggle world and the Wizard world, to know a stick couldn't chose a person no matter what it's core was.
A stick will always be a stick.
The women nodded and they followed her as she want from Wand to Wand, trying to find the right size for Harry.
"Here, try this." She said, she couldn't immediately present the assigned wand, or it would be too suspicious, so she selected a dud.
Harry picked up the wand, it was twisted in certain area's and the tip resembled a fountain pen.
It immediately felt uncomfortable in his hands and he shook his head.
"Not that, than" She said, taking it away, this started a whole hour of Harry trying wands, Xander took a seat observing the scene in front of him, he couldn't stay relaxed, feeling the dark aura coming from the room on his left.
"Perhaps, you should try a certain Wand in the back" She said, clearly, no Wand, was going to feel right for the boy, she was surprised the boy kept on insisting on try, wand after wand for so long, this boy was persistent despite the many failures.
But it was time, to get the Wand, and she journeyed to the back, she returned with a blue box and Xander eyes sharpened finally locating where the dark magic was coming from.
"This Wand is very special, and I've had it for a long time. Perhaps, today I can give it away." She said, as Harry eyes become glued to the blue thin box.
She opened it to reveal a beautiful Wand, it was dark crystal blue with small hints of red all over it, the vine, wrapped around it was a golden colour.
It was clearly a very special wand.
Harry could practically hear, the wand singing to him, he was convinced that he had finally found his wand and was about to reach out and touch it...
His father's hand slammed the case shut, making him snap out of whatever trance he had been in.
He hadn't even realised, he had closed the gap between the headmaster and the wand maker.
"May, I inquire. What makes it so special? What is wand made out of?" Xander said, it was an innocent question but Harry who had know the man could feel the off-ness in his voice, alerting him something that something was wrong.
Did he almost fall into a trap?
"Pardon?" The wandmaker said, surprised even, Ignor was looking surprised.
"I've sat here, listening to you, move from wand to wand making my son hold them, without you, telling my son, just what you were putting into his hands." Xander said, it was a good point, he had left this alone, because he didn't feel anything evil from the wands that Harry was given, but this was one reeked of Dark Magic.
And he wanted to know, what kind of core was used to create such a wand.
"So you must understand as a father, I am naturally concerned about what a complete stranger puts in my son's hand and if it would effect him in anyway." Xander said.
"O-Of course, L-Lord Felix" She stuttered.
That fool! Ignor thought, she had just revealed she know who this man was, even though he never introduced himself to her!
Harry, had picked this up as well, how did this women know his dad, was Lord Felix?
He was pretty sure his dad never sent a picture to them, and the way they were dressed, you wouldn't have guess they were wizards.
At best she should think, he was a regular muggle born coming along with muggle, father.
What would have happened, if he had touched that wand?
"I assure you, sir, that this wand is perfectly safe" She said, she didn't catch her slip. "It's made with the lightest of material's. The same with all our wands"
"Well, can you prove it" Xander said.
"Pardon?" She said, she didn't think he would challenge and neither did Ignor, who started to sweat.
"If we were to go down to your ministry, right now" Xander said, "Are you completely confident that you can write down everything you used to make that wand, and have somebody scan the wand, and write down the ingredients, give it back to me and I would see what you wrote was indeed correct?"
The women spluttered, and Harry looked at his dad in awe.
His dad, had just trapped the women, if she refused, than it would confirm his dad suspicion that there was something seriously wrong about the wand, and if she went, it might reveal something that she didn't want revealed and could go to jail for.
"Now, Lord Felix. I'm sure, we don't have to involve the Ministry" Ignor said, in a hurry, him and the Ministry were exactly the best of friends right now and know that may were just looking for an excuse to put him in jail and said. "I'm sure, that wand is defective. It's been on the shelves for far too long and I highly doubt the magic housed in the core is still there, right?" Giving her a certain look.
"R-Right." She said, before walking back to the room and saying. "This wand is clear defective, perhaps you need a custom made wand?"
A custom made wand was very rear to have, it only happened with especially powerful children, not even Albus Dumbledore had a custom made wand, when he was going to Hogwarts.
In the end, Harry rejected 20 more wands, showing he would need a custom made one.
They were called to the back, inside a room were hundred of ingredients all placed on one single table and Harry was told to spread his senses out and grab whatever felt right to him.
The end result had the female wand maker gapping, the Principle of Durmstrang looked on with a shocked expression, and Xander, his father, beaming with pride.
What a unique wand.
But Xander did have one question.
How were you supposed to fit a Dragon's heart into a wand?
And scene!
Wow, I feel drained! I had to do some research on Norway to write this chapter because I didn't want to offend anyone. Next chapter, Harry finally leaves his dad and sets off for Durmstrang, meanwhile a certain wizard is Britain is fuming when Harry doesn't show up for his sorting. Review/fav and follow!