I was ill today so off from school so I did this aha. I'm quite proud that I did 3 chapters in as many days and I hope you enjoy.
A LOT happens in the next chapter (not this one so much) It's more of a filler with a little going on. :L
Harry felt the comforting arms of the ancient magic that encompasses the shop enclose him and relieve his anxiety. He looked up at the four people in the room and was quickly enveloped in some more tangible arms as the Malfoy Lord and Lady rushed forward and hugged him. He tensed at first physical contact but quickly relaxed into the heartfelt greeting.
He stepped beck from the embrace and smiled at Draco who smiled back. "Well then my dear boy. You best be off to bed. You are all free to stay if you wish as I have spare sleeping quarters." the old man said with a smile to his guests. "No thank you. I best take Draco home but we will visit tomorrow when we buy Draco's school supplies as we only bought his wand today so that he didn't wake us up at a ridiculous time tomorrow." Draco blushed at his fathers speech and looked down bashfully. "But if I hadn't come today someone might have taken my wand " Draco said trying to excuse himself.
"My dear boy, I created that wand a century ago when I finished my apprenticeship. I doubt it would have been bought if you had waited a day if it has been sitting there waiting for you so long" Mr Olivander said indulgently which caused Draco's blush to increase so his face looked like a tomato which contrasted heavily with his platinum hair and caused the adults to laugh.
"yes, well, we best leave." Mrs Malfoy said stiffly while glaring at Lilly causing the previously non-existent tension to rise into the shop. "she did the right thing for me in the end Mrs Malfoy." Harry mumbled quietly which caused his mother to look at him with a soft but sad smile whilst his brother squeezed the Harry's hand tightly trying to offer some comfort. "Be that as it may its Draco's beddy byes time but if you have forgiven her it is hardly my place to hold a grudge" Mrs Malfoy said with a soft smile. "MOOOOM!" Draco whined indignantly while his father started laughing at his sons high and mighty expression.
"Yes we best leave as well I need to be there when James wakes so that I can explain where Harry is. I have invited Remus and Sirius over in the morning so he can't do anything. I'm sure Remus will visit you tomorrow Harry, as your Godfather I'm sure he will be happy for you." Lilly said before she and Hayden hugged and kissed Harry then left.
Harry turned to face the old man he had come to see as his saviour and thanked him for all that he had done which caused Olivander to smile at him. Olivander quickly led him out of the front of the store to the back and went left and down some stairs to a long well used corridor which was shown on the well tread floor board before he led Harry into an average size bedroom with a four post bed with royal blue and bronze sheets and the walls where also decorated with a wall paper of the same colours which were blue with strands of golden ivy patterns. Harry smiled at the old man and looked around his room in awe of the comfort and space which brought tears to his eyes once again.
Olivander bade him good night and sent him to bed and even went as far as to tuck him in. Harry smiled happily and drifted into sleep with a smile on his face and feeling safe, warm and content for the first time in his short life.
Harry awoke feeling warm and free of pain but also completely disorientated. He slowly opened his eyes not wanting to destroy the illusion of safety. He quickly opened his eyes fully and nearly fell out of his soft bed. wait BED!. Harry quickly surveyed the room as the previous night came back to him. I'M FREE! Harry jumped out of bed and started dancing in his underwear while tears of joy streamed down his face.
"Harry?" Harry spun around to face the door and quickly tried to cover his body when he saw Olivander standing there looking amused. "You have an en-suit if you would like a shower before you get dressed and then come down the corridor and into the last room for breakfast." Harry blushed and replied with an enthusiastic; "yes sir!". Before he ran into the bathroom and took a shower.
After his shower Harry dressed in some large clothes and walked down the corridor into the specified room which contained a kitchen with a dining table in the corner. Harry walked up to the stove and was about to start cooking when a house elf appeared and ushered him into a seat at the table and firmly told him not to move. The house elf seemed ancient with its highly sagging skin and large wisdom filled eyes that can only come from age.
Harry was soon served a plate full of food which he knew he wouldn't be able to eat all of when Mr Olivander entered the room. "Good morning Harry. I want you to eat as much as you can without being sick as you need some fattening up from what I could see this morning" Mr Olivander said keeping Harry under his stern gaze while he thought of the boy he had seen this morning with his ribs sticking out and his concave stomach with his hip bone jutting out. Olivander shook his head sadly at the boys treatment. As he himself had not been capable of having children it hurt him to see such abuse.
"Harry I still want you to work in the shop and you will use that money as an allowance as I am your guardian I will be paying for all school fee's and books and while you aren't serving anyone I shall teach you how to make a wand for yourself we will do the first step of the process before you open shop." Harry smiled and nodded while he inhaled as much food as he could. He stood up when he had finished although he had barely made a dent in the pile that was on the plate.
Harry followed Olivander down the corridor to the foot of the stairs which lead to the shop. Harry noticed that there where two doors on opposite sites at the bottom of them. The peculiar thing about these doors was that; unlike the other doors in the corridor , which were the uncoloured these doors were, one being green and the other red. "the red door leads to where all of the materials which are used in wand cores are and the green door leads to the Olivander underground forest. This is an Olivander family secret so you must never tell but it has all of the trees Olivanders wand wood comes from."
Olivander turned and went through the red door while Harry followed. The room they went into was covered in shelves full of bottled goods and boxes of miscellaneous boxes. Olivander turned and faced Harry and handed him a a leather covered book. "Harry, one of the first mistakes apprentices make is that they believe they can copy ingredients of wands to create the same wand as their master. They are wrong. It is the creator that dictates what the wand is like as the same ingredients can respond in different ways depending on the wandcrafter so you must rely on instinct and the feel you get off of the ingredients." Olivander stopped and looked at Harry who nodded that he understood. "Now, here is a never ending notebook where you can put notes on which ingredients you believe go together well and the feel each ingredient gives off." Harry smiled and took the note book.
"Now the easiest wand to make is a wand for yourself as you understand yourself better than anybody else. All you have to do is close your eyes and concentrate on what calls to you." So Harry closed his eyes and felt the pulsing the ingredients made against his skin. He felt a tingle against his senses and a need to move in two different directions. He walked toward the first with his eyes closed and picked up a bottle and he quickly moved to the other as the pulsing grew stronger. He picked up the second and noticed this was a bottle too. He turned to Olivander who was openly smiling at him.
"You have picked phoenix feather and augurey feather bother soaked in manticore venom. This is very peculiar. Hmm.. Normally those two clash quite horrifically as the animals themselves can create emotions when they trill, augurey creates sad emotions and phoenix happy ones. Anyway put those in your pocket and lets go and get your wand wood." Harry did as instructed then followed Olivander out into the corridor before walking into the green door.
Sunlight shone down through the tree canopy as the leaves on the trees rustled in the breeze. Beady brown eyes of small twig-like Bowtruckles, or tree guardians, peered at the both of them from the forest of different breeds of trees. It was beautiful. There was no two trees of the same type as they stood there majestic and thick from obvious old age. "now close your eyes and try the same again but you may have further to walk this time" So Harry once again closed his eye but felt a single strong pull. He felt the pull chiming in harmony with the bottled cores in his pocket. He came to a stop in front of where he felt the pull and opened his eyes. There was no tree in front of him. He heard Mr Olivander chuckle from behind him and turned to face him "Why is there no tree? I felt the pull to here." Mr Olivander smiled and looked at him intently.
"You need to add your blood to the mound of mud on the floor" Harry frowned in confusion but took the knife that Mr Olivander handed him. He sliced his palm and let the blood fall on the mound. Harry gasped in shock as a tree the colour of blood slowly grew out of the ground in a strange twisting shape. It slowly branched out and grew vivid red leaves. Mr Olivander chuckled again. "It's called a blood tree. One of the few left as they need blood to grow into a tree and the elves took the other when they left our realm but they gifted the Olivanders some seeds as we have always been respectful to nature. It is the most magically powerful tree and believed to be sentient. All you must do now is walk up to it and place your bleeding palm on it and ask for some wand wood"
Harry turned to stare in awe at the tree and did as he was told, when he placed his bleeding palm on the tree he felt the wood warm up and he asked. "Er.. Hello Mr tree? May I have some wood for a wand please?" He felt quite silly until the tree responded 'yes young one and my name is Vivian.' Harry gasped in shock as a piece of wood already shaped like a wand fell from the tree. "T-thank you" Harry replied as he picked up the wand wood which looked like the trunk of the tree in shape as it looked like three twigs which were twirled around each other but combined as one bit at the base. This was also a beautiful blood red colour.
"Come Harry" Harry followed Olivander to a red door which looked like it was standing alone it the forest and went through it into the corridor he then followed Olivander to the door which was between Harry's and the 'core room' and into a work space. "Right Harry just place the wood down and take the feathers out of the bottles and lay them across it horizontally but put some gloves on first as they have been soaking in manticore venom." Harry did as specified. "Good now you must leave them to rest so that they can harmonise so go open shop and we will finish this at the end of the day."
Once he had flipped the sign to open he sat at the counter and started to write everything that had happened and everything he felt when making his wand in his never-ending note book with a quill. He also wrote Harry on the front but left out his last name.. He wasn't sure why.
Blinggg. The door bell went just as he finished his notes. He stayed seated behind his desk and placed the quill down , he also put his note book away. A young brushy brown haired girl entered towing he parent who looked very normal in their muggle clothes. This made them stick out like a sore thumb in diagon alley where the weird and wonderful was normal.
"… Come on mum, dad. Please hurry up everyone know that the wand is the most important thing for a witch or wizard" The parents smiled indulgently at the young girl who's two front teeth were larger than usual but almost unbelievably white.
"Hello, how can I help you?" Harry inquired politely of the young girl. "Erm.. Is this where you can buy a wand? I need one. Where is the adult that sells them?" the young girl said in a rush which caused her father to chuckle. "I sell them Miss..?" the girl and parents looked shocked for a moment. "Granger, Hermione Granger" the girl replied looking a bit sceptical. "I was told by professor Mcgonagall that Olivanders was the finest wand makers in England if not the world." Harry smiled politely and nodded at her "yes it is and I am Mr Olivanders apprentice. He is making wands while if fit them. Would you like a wand fitting now." Harry inquired to her sharp nod while her parents frowned at each other but nodded to.
Harry stood up and asked the girl which was her wand arm to which she put out her right arm and stood there proudly. Harry quickly took the correct measurements and decided her wand would be slightly above average is size. He then stared at her intently to try and find a personality. He soon noticed that he personality was innocent, naive and a little bit dry. She shuffled a bit under his intent gaze but stood still he then walked over to the weaker power side of the shop to find a matching personality and he found 4 which seemed to potentially match. He picked out the first which whispered Jobberknoll feather and acacia, 11 inches and springy. After telling the girl this he handed the wand over and told her to give it a wave. The three wand boxes on the desk flew backwards and hit the wall. He realised that the wand wasn't innocent enough so he went and picked the wand boxes up and took the wand from the girls hand. He gave her another wand , unicorn tail hair and willow, 11 inches and unyielding. She waved the wand and a stream of gold sparks came out of the end. She beamed.
"That's 8 galleons please." Harry said smiling. The parents handed over the specified amount but still looked worried. "If you don't mind me asking but how old are you? You only look 8 years old." Harry blushed but replied anyway "I'm 11 today Mrs Granger." Mrs Granger apologised but still replied with; "You are a bit young to be working though aren't you? aren't there wizarding laws against working so young?" Harry smiled and shook his head at the nice lady. "No Ma'am there aren't any laws against it, plus the owner is my guardian while I am his apprentice. He teaches me wandcraft and looks after me and I still get paid. It's just like with most children it's a chore and I get an allowance for it." The muggle still looked unsure.
"You get to learn wand craft? Is it hard?" the young bushy haired girl asked. "Not to hard. A little complex and you have to be born with the talent because not everyone is capable." The girl looked indignant. "Are you saying I cant do it! Because I can memorise anything I want to!" Harry was taken aback by her attitude but replied anyway. "No, I am not saying that. What do you feel in this shop? Or is this a normal shop? And memory has nothing to do with wandcraft as there aren't even any books on it you have to have the talent then be taught by a master. The only books you can get are other wandcrafters journals but you cant learn wand craft from them." The girl flushed with anger and her hair frizzed even more while he spoke. "What do you mean; what do you feel? It's a normal shop there isn't anything to feel! And it's a stupid subject if there are no books on it!" She huffed angrily and left the shop leaving her parents apologising profusely to Harry then following in her wake.
The shop door rung again when Harry finished his lunch, he had spent most of his time until then clearing away the dust the shop was caked in. He quickly went upstairs and was greeted by the sight of a hoard of stampeding red-heads coming into the shop. A kind, if chubby, motherly looking woman pushed a small boy, also with red-hair forward. "Hello dear, do you know where Mr Olivander is?" said the woman while bending down so they were at the same height. "Hello Mrs Weasley, I'm Mr Olivanders apprentice and I am certainly capable of fitting Mr Ronald Weasley his wand." Harry said with a kind smile. He had seen them before when they visited Potter Manor but he had never been allowed to show himself.
"H-how do you know my name?" Ron asked much to his brother amusement. "Don't worry Ickle Ronnikins.-"
"-It's a weird wand making thing-"
" -they always know your name-"
" -and they like to use it to weird you out"
The red-headed Weasley twins teased while standing either side of Ron with their arms slung carelessly over his shoulders. "FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY DO NOT BE SO RUDE!" Mrs Weasley raged much to the fear of the entire Weasley clan. "I'm sorry dear, they do get a bit carried away" she said suddenly calm again. "That's fine. Would you like to step forward and present your wand arm young Mr Weasley." He did as instructed and Harry started measuring much like the last two times he fitted someone he decided that he would be much taller than he was now and would need a wand of about 12-13 inches. He checked his personality and only found one that fit he quickly picked up the wand box and brought it to the counter. The wand was quite average but was brave and loyal but prone to jealousy. Cedar and Hippogriff tail hair, 13 inches, proud. I handed the wand over and bronze sparks shot out . Harry let out a woop; "Yeah first try!"
Mrs Weasley smiled and counted the money before handing it over. Harry put the money away as the Weasleys left but Mrs Weasley wouldn't leave before she got a hug so he embraced her and the twins hugged him as well while the rest started to leave the shop.
He had a few more first years who bought wands that afternoon and was quite tired but excited about finishing his wand when he closed the shop. He rushed down the stairs and into the corridor and knocked on the workshop room door and rocketed in when he heard a 'come-in' from inside.
"Ah! Hello Harry you wand materials are harmonised now so all you have to do is re-soak the feathers in manticore venom, twine them together, lay them over the wood and try to let the magic flow. He did as instructed remembering to put gloves on and laid the twined feathers on top of the blood wood. He laid his hands on top and closed his eyes. Once his eyes where closed he noticed a tugging sensation in his chest he gave in to the sensation allowing his magic to flow. The wand started warming under his hands and glowing in an ethereal light. The twined feathers sunk through and into the wood of the wand. Once the sensations stopped he tugged off his glove and picked up the wand. He heard a whispered aurgurey and phoenix feather soaked in manticore venom, blood wood, 10 inches and sentient. Fireworks or every colour blasted out of the end going as far as 3 foot from the tip of the wand then as suddenly as it started it stopped and Harry was left gasping.
He faded into the blackness.
I am wondering do people want manipulative dumble? And I'm thinking of him and draco going to a different school for people with special talents and them having like creatures there too? Tell me what you think ASAP because this will kick off next chapter if it happens.