Hey guys, sorry for the beyond late update. I've been seriously busy lately, but recently marathoned both the HP movies and the Narnia movies with my brother, which gave me inspiration to write this story; in fact, I wrote this in a few hours, so there might even be another update sometime soon. Anyway, enjoy the chapter and leave a review to tell me what you think.

Chapter 10

Bug woman didn't have time to look shocked as Rayne grabbed Harry by the collar and dragged him out of the closet. Looking back over his shoulder as he was pulled out of the doorway, he could see the contemplative look on the woman's face as she stared at the two of them. Jolted out of his thoughts as he was, literally, chucked onto one of the chairs lined up. Looking next to him, he saw the amused visage of his older brother. Glaring slightly, he watched as a now chuckling Alexander reached over and wrapped a large hand around their baby sisters arm, pulling her towards him and into his lap. The blonde girl was still glaring at him, Harry noticed, but let go of his collar to settle more comfortably into Alexander's lap.

"Well, now that we're all here, we can get started." Bagman seemed nervous, although there did not seem to be a reason for it. "This is Ollivander, the Wand-Maker. He's going to be checking to make sure your wands are up to scratch before the tournament."

Ollivander came forward then. He was the exact same as Harry remembered him from when he went to get his wand over four years ago; his frizzy gray hair and slightly crazy eyes hadn't changed a bit.

"Uh-hum. Mr Potter, if you may." He held out his hand expectantly. Harry easily retrieved his wand from his robe pocket and placed it in the man's gnarled hands.

"Hmm." Ollivander brought the wand closer to his face, turning his head this way and that. Harry was sure that, at one point, he saw the Wand-Maker sniff it. "11 inches, holy, with a single phoenix feather..." He trailed off slightly before springing back abruptly. "Nice and supple. I see you take good care of it." He remarked, looking at the clean wood. Harry refrained from saying anything. All of a sudden, a shower of blue sparks erupted from the end of his wand. Harry could feel Rayne jump a little from her perch.

"Good condition." Ollivander said as he handed it back.

Next, her turned towards Alexander and Rayne, looking a little confused at their position. Rayne looked very comfortable reclined into Alexander's chest and the young man looked just as content as the girl as he rested his head against the crown of hers. Ollivander opened his mouth to ask for the blond's wand and found it already being held out for him. Taking it, the Wand-Maker took a few steps back, bringing up the wand for a closer inspection.

"Hmm. 12 and 1/2 inches. English Oak - strong and sturdy. A core of white river monster spine - unusual. I have never used such a thing myself, but I heard Gregorovitch had. Strong and elegant." He paused for a moment before making a movement with the wand. A few rings of all colours of the rainbow came from the end of the wand. Rayne's eyes went wide as she looked at the rings - she loved the different colours. Ollivander noticed and gave her a small smile. "Perfectly ready for the tournament."

After handing it back to Alexander, Ollivander moved to the next chair, where Allison was sitting primly with a bored expression on her face.

"Allison Cero." Ollivander's face took on an almost unnoticeable look of awe. The other three snickered to themselves - it appeared even Ollivander couldn't remain unaffected in the face of their sister's beauty. She handed the man her wand with no fuss. "Thank you." Ollivander said before taking a step back so he could move the wand about freely without fear of hitting someone in the face.

"11 inches, Ivy wood, with a Thunderbird tail feather - how rare." Ollivander pondered for a moment. "Brilliant for transfiguration, wonderfully prickly." All four of the siblings eyebrows furrowed at that - none of them were entirely sure what he meant. "Avis" He said at the sudden appearance of a small flock of canaries fluttering around. He nodded, before at last declaring; "Also in perfect working order. All of you wands are suitable for the tournament." He told them with a flourish. Turning back to where he'd left his bag against the back wall, he seemed to think better and turned back to the four teenagers. "Ah. Miss Grey, if you wouldn't mind, I would be delighted if you allowed me to have a look at your wand as well." He seemed fairly eager.

Looking around at her older siblings and seeing the fairly indifferent faces on their faces, she shrugged and wiggled around for a minute to retrieve her wand from it's holding place. Smiling slightly, she threw it lightly up into the air in the direction of Ollivander. The old man had a look of shock on his face for a second at the treatment of the wand, but caught it neatly.

"9 inches, Apple wood, with a Thestral tail hair core." Ollivander seemed, once again, mildly shocked. "Powerful, but not overwhelmingly so, like our three champions here. A specialized wand." He mused. He handed it back to her without displaying the magical proficiency of the wand. "Well, good luck in the tournament. May the best wizard win." And then he was gone.

That evening, Harry flopped onto the Gryffindor table's bench. He and his siblings had only just made it for the end of Dumbledore's traditional dinner speech and were exhausted after nearly an hour's worth of photographs being taken, alongside a small group interview by the bug woman, who he had later found out to be Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet journalist.

Hearing another thud, he looked up to see Allison sit across the table from him before turning to look beside him as Alexander deposited Rayne on the bench next to Harry. Rayne had actually fallen asleep against the wall whilst their photographs were being taken, and unable to will himself to wake her, Alexander had instead just carried her to the Great Hall, where the sounds of the children had waken her anyway. Despite being technically awake, Rayne still leant tiredly against Harry's side as she stared blankly at the plate in front of her that Allison was piling with food.

"Um, excuse me." They all looked up, including Alexander who had made his way to the free space next to Allison. "I just wanted to ask how you got around the age line, Harry?" It was a boy perhaps Rayne's age, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He looked nervous and kept glancing back to where his friends were obviously egging him on from the Hufflepuff table - a house of which the boy was obviously a member, going by his tie.

"Well, see here..." He started, leaning over Rayne's head, from where she had finally given up and face=planted into the table, closer to the boy. "I didn't do it!" He shouted when he deemed himself close enough. "Someone else did!" In the face of an enraged Harry Potter, the boy made an 'Eep' sound and fled back to his friend.

Feeling slightly mean, although vindicated enough not to go and apologise, Harry turned back to his food. About to inhale his large portion of shepard's pie, he felt he could breathe fire when someone else tapped him on the shoulder. It was a Gryffindor boy this time, older then him. The boy didn't talk this time, just handed him a folded piece of parchment. Rolling his eyes, Harry opened the note, but not before shoveling as large a piece of pie as possible into his mouth.

Harry,

I would be honoured if you and your new friends would join me
for tea this evening in my office. I think we are in need of a
good chat. Say, eight o'clock. I will have chocolate frogs.

Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Oh, come on." Harry groaned.

"What is it?" Allison asked, always the worrier.

"Dumbledore want's to talk to us." Harry groaned again. "Meddling old man..."

Eyebrows furrowed, Allison reached over for the note, which he relinquished willingly. She read it a few times, her cheek twitching slightly - a sign they all knew meant she was irritated.

"Doesn't he take into account Rayne is a young girl? She will be in bed by then." SHe huffed.

"Ally, I'm not a baby." Rayne cried, indignantly. However, the words were slightly negated by the fact she was lying face first on the table, half-asleep after falling asleep hardly an hour ago. They all laughed at her, even as they all wondered what Dumbledore wanted. None of them were looking forward to that chat.