Chapter 3

Walking out of the main doors of Gringotts, Harry glances down at his watch his watch. He arrived at Gringotts at 8am and it was now 1pm, plenty of time to get what he needed for the day before he went home. As he walked around the Alley towards where he was told his destination would be, Harry discretely observed all those around. Everyone was wearing either robes or dressed in clothes meant for the 1800's. He was never one to worry about the style of clothing he wore but even he had to draw the line when he saw a old woman walk past him with what looked to be a dead bird on her hat.

He finally spotted the Flourish and Botts and walked through the doors, straight toward the counter. Seeing no one behind the counter he pressed the bell.

Ting

At the sound of the bell a old age man came through the door leading to what Harry assumed to be the back of the store.

"Hello there young man. What can I do for you today?"

"Good afternoon, sir. I was wondering if you had the latest update of Hogwarts; a history and if t was possible for me to order any books without actually coming to the store each time."

The old man walks back through the backdoor again and Harry decides to look around at what the other buyers in the store are doing. He sees a bushy haired girl sitting in a corner surrounded by a mountain of books, a pair of ginger twins placing small objects all over the place, and a family of blond hair people who walk around like they own the place. Rolling his eyes at the family, Harry turns back around at the sound of the oldman walking back to the counter.

"This is the latest version I managed to find in storage. Granted it was published 40 years ago, it's still the most recent you will find anywhere else." The oldman places a heavy tome down on the counter in front of Harry. "And this is a delivery form. It has a list of all books available in this shop. All you have to do is fill in this form with your name and where you want the books to be sent to. After that just read through the list, write down the names of the books you want, send the list with the appropriate amount of money by owl, and we'll then send the books to the specified destination."

Harry quickly fills out the form and then hands it back to the oldman along with 10 galleons.

"I'm a very private man, sir. I hope you understand stand that."

The oldman discretely pockets the galleons and nods his head before walking over to the till to ring up the book and the registration. After paying for both Harry walks out the bookstore and walks over to the shadier part of the Alley. He looks around until he spots a sign with a pair of glasses underneath it. Walking towards the shop, he opens the door and hears the sound of a small bell going off. A young woman quickly walks out from the back.

"Hi there and welcome to the Magical Optometrist. How may we help you today?"

"Yes, good afternoon. I'm here to get my eyesight fix to the best of your abilities as well as to buy a few pairs of specs so people will still be lead to believe that I am in need of them."

"Well we can fix your eyes up in 30 minutes with a new potion that was developed in Germany. The specs are also a easy fix. We just need you to choose style and any add-ons you might want to put on the lenses." She then hands Harry a book with add-ons and walks to the back of the shop to prepare the potion.

Harry leafs through the book, ticking the boxes of the specific add-ons that will come in handy while scoffing at some of the useless ones that only idiotic rich people will ever think of getting.

"Who the hell would get specs that make their eyes twinkle? Completely idiotic."

"Mr Potter, sir, we are already for you."

Harry freezes at that before slowly turning around, coming face to face with a middle-aged man, and releasing the reign on his magic. All around the room, cases filled with spectacles started to shake and rattle.

"I don't believe I ever gave my name to your assistant. It begs the question, how do you know who I am?"

The man stares at Harry for a minute before a genuine smile appears on his face. He walks over to the counter and searches for something underneath the till. Finding what he was looking for, he straightens up and places a Potter Crest on the counter-top.

"The House of Potter have founded my family shop since it began. I would have to be blind to not recognise you when you are almost a carbon copy of your father. Kind of ironic when you realise that we are standing in a shop that was created to fix the blindness of people. Even if I was blind, I have the distinct honour of once being in the presence of your grandfather when he was visiting for a check-up. The display of magic you are doing right now has the same feel to it as when I was in his presence. Only difference is that while you are letting your magic run free, he was doing his utmost best to diminish his magical presence. He was probably the most powerful wizard I have ever seen in my life, including Dumbledore and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The history books might not ever give your House the credit that it rightly deserves, and I assume that's the way your House wanted things to be, but any man that could take down over 30 Death Eaters and then still hold off He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named until his son and houseguests escape will always be above any other wizards in my book. Unfortunately he did not survive. As soon as the last guest was gone, he most likely stopped fighting and allowed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named to kill him."

Harry stands there stunned. He never read about the death of his grandfather from his parents' journals. Not even of the history books left behind by his mother had any real information on the Potter family except for small snippets here and there.

"You said he most likely stopped fighting. Why is that? And how do you know so much?"

The man lets out a heavy sigh and glances out the window. His eyes cloud over, most likely getting lost past memories.

"I was good friends with your father. We weren't as close as he was with the Maruaders but I was still able to call him a friend. I was there that night. Its because of your grandfather that I am able to have this conversation with you right now. I say he probably gave up because of what is known as the Potter's Curse. The men in the House of Potter have always and will always only fall in love for that one special lady who completes them. If their special lady dies, they lose the will to go on. I have seen it with both your grandfather and your father. That night, your grandmother was the first and only casualty. When your grandmother fell, it was honestly the scariest moment of my life. I am sure that no matter how long I am able to live, I will never be as terrified as I was in that moment. Just the raw magical power of your grandfather alone, was enough to dwarf everything and everyone around him. The last time I saw him was as he kissed your grandmother and walked out the mansion to face the Death Eaters alone."

Harry took a moment to process all that he heard and control his emotions. Finding out anything about his family was always an emotional experience for him since family meant so much to him. Hearing about how his grandparents died just made his hatred for Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

Both Harry and the optometrist take a deep breath to settle themselves before Harry is lead over to a surgery table.

"Now the process is rather simple: pour droplets, wait for 10 minutes, and we are all done. Your eyes may itch for a bit but when its all done you'll have perfect eyesight."

After the process is done and Harry is waiting in front of the counter for the specs he ordered, the Doctor walks in from the back and hands him a case.

"This holds five pair of glasses. Each of them look exactly the same and have the same add-ons that you chose." As Harry went to reach for the special pouch given to him by Ragnorak, the doctor held his hand up. "Please do no pay for anything, Lord Potter. You essentially own this place and we make more than enough money as it is."

Harry nods his head before taking out a pair of specs from the case and putting them on. They fit his face perfectly and seemed to enhance the colour of his eyes.

Walking out the shop Harry took out a small piece of parchment from his pocket and followed the directions that it gave him. He soon stooped outside an old looking building. Walking inside he was pleasantly surprised to find that the inside was the exact opposite to that of the outside. Everything looked clean and spotless.

"Boy what are you doing in my house? Get out before I hex you!"

"Thiago Quintana?"

"How do you know that name?"

"I was told by a reliable source that you would be able to craft me two custom wands."

"Is that so?" Quintana leans against the wall and crosses his arms as he looks at Harry in amusement. "I hate to break it to you kid but whoever gave you that information lied. I don't craft wands, not anymore. Go to that little shop that you British people think sells proper wands."

"Director Ragnorak sent me." That certainly managed to get his attention. "He told me that if I wanted to get wands that were made specifically for me then you were the best person for the job. I have big plans for the future and I know for a fact that I will be making some very powerful enemies. The last thing I want to worry about is a wand not working properly when I face down those enemies."

Harry stares down Quintana, refusing to back down. After looking into the boy's eyes for a few moments Quintana sighs before walking to the middle of the room and waving his wand around while muttering a few incantations.

"Close your eyes. Let your magic take over. Bright spots should appear all around you in different colours. Go to them and bring them to the middle of the room. If you want two wands then only choose the items the two brightest colours."

Harry does as instructed. In his minds eye he sees that blue and green are the brightest colours and the goes about collecting the items for Quintana. When he is done he opens his eyes to find Quintana still standing in the same place.

"What are you waiting for boy? Hurry up and finish."

Harry looks at him confused before going through the process again and founding no other items that match the colours of the items he has already chosen.

"There are no other items."

A look of disbelief appears on the wand maker's face before he bursts out laughing. Still laughing, he walks over to pick up the items before walking into another room while shouting at Harry over his shoulder.

"The living room is through the door on your right. I don't know how long this will take, probably a couple hours, so just make yourself comfortable for now."

Harry walks into the living room and sits down on the couch before digging into the bag given to him at the bookstore and taking out Hogwarts: a history. Skipping straight past the pages that held tales of Hogwarts and its inhabitants, which he feels to be completely useless, he flips to the back of the book that holds the rules and regulations of the school.

After three hours of reading and studying the rules and regulations of Hogwarts

"I did it! I can't believe I was actually able to do it. Normally the components you choose should have never been able to create a wand…" Quintana goes off into his own world as Harry stares at the beautifully crafted pair of wands sitting on a red pillow held up by the wand maker.

They are both ash white with patterns of lightning running up and down both of them. Quintana shakes his head a bit and then directs his attention to explain to Harry the make of the wands.

"Right… as you can see, they are both the colour of ash white. This is due to the fact that instead of giving me wood to craft the actual wand, you gave me bones of a very dangerous and sort after creature, a direwolf. I would explain the significance of this creature but I believe it will be better if you found out on your own. Now, the wand covered with blue markings has the core of tears a blue phoenix I managed to find when I visited a settlement in the Arctic Circle. The wand will mostly likely be suited to transfiguration but I honestly can't be sure as this is the first time I have ever made a wand with the components you gave me."

Harry reaches for the wand and at a subtle nod from Quintana, picks it up. As soon as the wand was firmly in his hand Harry felt a rush of power. It just felt right to be in his hand. Instead of the sparks he was expecting from reading his parents' journals, the blue markings on the wand glowed an intensively for a minute before dimming back down.

"The second wand is carved from the same direwolf, I believe that both wands come from the bones of its forelegs. The green markings on this one is due to the venom of a basilisk. I'm leaning towards this wand being a good fit for charms." As Harry went through the same process with this wand as he did the other, Quintana walked over to the bookcase in the room and searched for a book. "The reason why I am not sure about the best fit for these wands is due to the fact that a direwolf is a very battle orientated creature. So I'm very sure these wands will help you a lot in the future, Mr Potter."

"You know, you are the second person to guess who I am today without me saying who I am. Honestly, I'm not that surprised."

"Yes, well you aren't exactly hiding who you are either. If you know what to look for then its really quite simple to figure things out." He puts a tome on the coffee table in the room and then uses his wand to shrink it down before hand it to Harry. "The book a just gave you is of a very rare and very old style of duelling. It basically allows you to use hexes, jinxes, and curses just by pointing your wand at a target."

Harry's eyes widen in shock at hearing that. This was perfect for what he had planned in the future and just made things so much easier for him. He thanks the book and thanks the wandmaker.

"Now I normally charge a hefty sum for custom made wands like that but I honestly believe I will never be able to craft such unique wands again so I'll give you a discount. 750G!" An excited look appears on Quintana's face at the prospect of making so much money.

Harry hands over a bag of coins and watches as the wand maker tips it over and counts the amount. When he is done he glances at Harry with a confused look.

"I plan on one day using your skills for my friends and family later on in the future. This is me adding incentive since I have it on good authority that you are one of the best wand makers in the past millennia. The extra 3000G should be enough to convince you."

After saying his piece Harry gives a nod to the wand maker and walks out into the Alley. Checking his watch to see that it was time to go back to the Director, Harry places his wands inside pockets inside his jacket before walking off.

On his way to Gringotts he passes Eeylops Owl Emporium. Deciding on a whim that getting an owl would probably be a good idea he walks into the shop and takes a look around.

Walking around he looks at all the different types of owls perched around the shop. None of them really stand out to him so he walks over to the counter to ask to the worker behind the till.

When he gets there he glances up at a perch that's settled in front of a window. Glancing around he notices that the perch allowed an owl to have a view of almost the entire shop. Harry smirks at that as he knows that the owl who sits on that perch would most likely be the de-facto leader amongst the owls in the shop. Looking back at the owl Harry noticed that it looked fairly young was of a snow white colour. Rarely did he consider things beautiful but that was the only word he could think of to describe this creature.

As he walks around the counter towards the owl, ignoring the clerk's feeble attempts at stopping him, he locks gazes with the beautiful owl and they spend the next couple of minutes just staring at each other until eventually the owl hops off the perch to settle itself on Harry's shoulder and nuzzle his cheek. Harry reaches up to pet his new family member while turning to the clerk who has a look of shock on her face.

"Please get me everything needed to take care of her as well as a bag of the best owl teats you have. A cage won't be necessary."

Harry walked out the shop with a very happy owl own his shoulder. Walking up the stairs of Gringotts he received nods and bows of respect from the guards standing by the door. Nodding back at them Harry walked through the door and was instantly surrounded by an escort of goblins wearing very regal looking armour. All other witches and wizards looked on in confusion as they had no idea what was going on.

As Harry enters the Director's office, Ragnorak stands to greet him before reaching inside a desk draw and taking out a pendant. He then leads Harry out the office and places him in front of what Harry assumes to be his secretary.

"This pendant is a permanent portkey. Just channel your magic into it while thinking of either Gringotts or the Potter's scret cottage, which you will have to name at a later date. We managed to place the best wards money can buy around that property as well as a few little surprises for those foolish enough to attack your home. It is also under the fideluis charm so once you get there you'll automatically be the new Secret Keeper."

"Thank you Director. I have one last request. I would like to know if its possible to commission a harness for Hedwig here. It'll need to be enchanted with protective charms to keep her safe and a Potter crest as well."

"It will be done."

They shake hands before Harry takes a hold of the pendant and channels his magic into it, disappearing with a soft pop.