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Chapter 37


Harry paused to catch her breath. She'd just finished strengthening the Wards she had placed around her shop.

It had been two days since her spat with Rosalie and Harry had yet to see the golden haired beauty.

Harry was a bit concerned, truthfully.

Rosalie was her…friend after all.

Merlin, navigating through friendships outside of the Magical World was such a foreign thing for her to do.

But then again, there was no Magical World in this reality.

(…Well at least not a normal one. Did Magical Creatures really exist here without any form of legal institution?)

Harry frowned slightly as she fell back on her bed.

So what was she so worried about again?

…Ah, that was right. She was worried about having an anchor in this world. When Harry figured out how to get home, she wanted to up and leave without so much as looking back and without anything holding her back.

Actually admitting her…unique nature and origin to someone – well that just stunk of complacency.

Unspeakables couldn't afford to become complacent.

She'd become too complacent, which was why she'd been caught by surprise by so many things.

Harry had thought that there'd be no need for Constant Vigilance.

The Unspeakable part of her had known better.

Now she had a lot of ground to cover.

She needed to figure out exactly who (what) she was dealing with in this town.

That meant that she'd have to keep her distance from those she suspected, namely Rosalie and her family. At least for the time being.

She'd already had Chief Swan deliver Emmett's jeep to the Cullens. He'd thought nothing of it and even encouraged her going on a sabbatical to give her injury sufficient time to heal.

Thankfully the back to school rush was over as well. She really didn't need any distractions.

Because aside from doing more reconnaissance, Harry had the matter of her magic to deal with. She needed a new wand. She couldn't afford to be without her main tool of defense any longer.

She wasn't very proficient in Wandlore – so making her own wand would prove difficult.

Harry sat up as she reached for her black pouch taking no time to pull several items from within it.

She laid the items before her.

Silver wire – a magical conductor and catalyst.

A small crucible of black powder – an enchanted powder used to make rune inscriptions.

Hazel wand wood – a gift from Ollivander.

A single Phoenix Feather – a keepsake from Fawkes.

Finally, two texts – one for Ancient Runes, another for Wandlore.

Hmm, Harry more or less had what she needed to make a rudimentary wand. It would seem as if it was time to apply what she had learnt during her time as Dumbledore's apprentice.

After all difficult didn't necessarily mean impossible.


Word Count: 467

A/N: So this is me coming up with an archaic way to make a wand. And yes Harry just so happened to have all the items necessary. It's a charmed pouch so I thought why not. And anyway I feel as if I'd grant Harry a bit of a reprieve so to speak. She's been through a lot.

For those of you who don't know – I no longer have WiFi/internet access at home. So to be able to update right now is a blessing. Can't guarantee that it'll last long though.

FYI: Dumbledore was proficient in Wandlore and he was a notable Runologist. Boom. I love using these little things to my advantage.

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