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Itachi's eye twitched as he stared at his new self in the mirror. His hair was still in its old style, tied at the back and bangs framing his face. He had lines on his face now too, premature lines. Itachi glared at his reflection. Black robes. He stared down at his clothes. He was wearing a grey sweater, white collared shirt, black pants, black shoes and a black necktie. Itachi frowned at himself.
He looked stupid.
Growling he turned, adding a satisfied billow to his new black robes. He could get used to this though. Suppressing an evil grin, Itachi picked up his pack and left the room.
The Uchiha arrived in the lobby, hefting his pack over his shoulder. There was a huge man in the lounge. The man grinned widely, beetle black eyes crinkling. A huge hand was held out. Itachi eyed it, looking for anything harmful before hesitantly stretching out and shaking hands with the giant.
"Name's Rubeus Hagrid." The giant introduced himself. He leaned on a pink umbrella. Itachi barely gave the pink thing a glance. Pink was not his color.
"Uchiha Itachi." Itachi spoke. "Where are we going?" He asked. "I want this to be done as soon as possible."
"We're going ter London." Hagrid spoke. He looked happy. Itachi looked down and let the huge man lead the way. They walked out the door of Grimmauld Place and headed for the nearest bus stop. On the way to London, Hagrid was repeatedly stared at. Itachi always moved slightly away from him.
Arriving in London, the first place Hagrid headed to was to a pub called 'The Leaky Cauldron'. Itachi stared at the aged, out-of-the-way pub. Hagrid was a drunkard then? Typical. Itachi went inside after him. The place was dim, with only a few windows that were small anyway. The Uchiha followed Hagrid's huge bulk as the man somehow squeezed through a back door and into an alley. Itachi went inside. Nothing. He looked up at Hagrid.
"Are you trying to trick me?" He hissed. The giant shook his head and pointed to the orange brick wall ahead of him.
"Yer too impatient." Hagrid commented. He raised the offensively pink umbrella of his and tapped certain bricks. The bricks themselves began to form into a gateway, some moving to make room for the half-giant.
"Three up, two across… Right, welcome ter Diagon Alley!"
Itachi allowed himself a small smile. Not of happiness, perhaps… satisfaction. A long alley, as its name suggested. Shops lined the sides. It was totally crowded. Itachi narrowed his eyes slightly, but then kept his mouth shut as Hagrid looked at him.
"Yer letter." He spoke. Itachi took the envelope out of his pocket and gave it to the giant. Hagrid scanned it.
"'Right! Go over there." He pointed to a shop with a stick of wood sitting on a cushion. "best place ter get a wand, Ollivander's. I'll get your other things." Without further ado, he took Itachi's black robes. "'Could use this as a measurement." He muttered, going forward into the crowd. Itachi made a mental note to kill him, and then walked forward.
Ollivander's. Unusual…. Those sticks… were they that important? Itachi shoved his way through the crowd. Despite his young age, he was strong, and a quick burst of killing intent would normally dispel anybody stupid enough to block Itachi's way.
Reaching the store, he opened the door and heard a bell announce his presence. The place was old, unusually so. Itachi walked forward, closing the door behind him. This place… appealed to him. Mysterious...But, as Itachi looked at the wand in the window…. It was deadly; a mask of nonchalance over a deadly weapon.
Like him.
Itachi reached out, fingertips brushing against the wood of the wand in the window. It had a layer of dust over it. Itachi felt it then. Power. This wand… it was powerful. There was no other wand that gave as much power as this did. He was going to wrap his fingers over it when a voice pierced the silence.
"Interesting."
Whirling, Itachi regarded the old man with his Sharingan. Wave after wave of killing intent seeped off from him. The old man stared at him, amused.
"It is powerful, yes?" He asked. "It is eight and three quarter inches, dragon heartstring and Yew. It has never been sold." The old man stared at him in such a strange way. Itachi did not let go of the wand. "But I wonder…" He trailed off. "Which is your wand arm?" He asked abruptly, taking out a measuring tape that unrolled itself.
"My left." Itachi replied automatically. He let go of the wand and stood in front of the old man. The tape measure rolled off the floor and began measuring his leg, of all things. The old man somehow moved away and was now searching through countless narrow boxes in the shelves.
The tape measure was measuring his crotch. Itachi batted it away. The old man came back, holding various narrow boxes. The Uchiha regarded the weak stick offered to him. He took it, but then it seemingly recoiled. It was limp. No magic coursed through it. He wanted… no, he NEEDED the wand in the window, the powerful wand that called out to him even now.
"This is futile." The Uchiha hissed. "This powerless rod…" He threw it away. It hit the wall and ejected red sparks. "… is nothing compared to that wand." He pointed to the one on the cushion. "Your attempts amuse me, but that wand… is mine."
The old man put the other boxes on the counter. "That wand… was my first." He crossed the length of the room and raised it reverently from its cushion. "It is powerful, because it not only has dragon heartstring, but it also has something… more."
The old man held the wand to him. Itachi reached out with trembling hands and took it. Yes, this was it. This wand was like him. It flared, sending out golden sparks. Itachi gave it an experimental wave. It shattered the shop window.
"Yes…" He murmured, pointing the wand at the old man. "This… will be my tool."
The old man regarded him with sadness. "That's what he said."
Itachi raised his eyes from the wand in his hand. "What?"
"That's what he said." Ollivander spoke, throat dry. "That's what Voldemort said."