A/N: Harry Potter. Drabblish scenarios as to what would have happened if Harry were a squib.
Disclaimer: Not the owner of Harry Potter. Italics are bits lifted directly from the book.
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Harry tried. And tried. He had no idea what Mr Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become.
A waiting witch began to tap her foot impatiently. 'This has to be it!' Exclaimed Ollivander, handing Harry the last wand in the shop. Harry waved the wand, and for the 6,720,983rd time, nothing happened. Harry groaned. Ollivander looked at Harry oddly. 'Here,' he said, the laughter in his voice fading, as he plucked a box at random from the precarious pile. 'Take this one. Holly and Phoenix Feathers, 11 inches, nice and supple.'
'Bu...' Harry began.
'Just take it,' growled Ollivander, shoving Harry out of the door.
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