Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter and nor do I want to. I just want to write fanfiction.
This will be Dumbledore, granger and weasley bashing, ships may come later. This is also inheritance, political and magically powerful harry. Lots of money!! To spend of course. Please read and review. Anything welcome weather it be flames or anything else, just leave it.
Chapter three: the wand chooses the wizard…..or does it??
It was dark still when Harry rose again. As he got up from his four poster bed in the Leaky Caldron he could still see that the sun was soon to rise in the alley. He got up and but his old glasses back on and looked around the room, everything was the same except there was a pair of half moon spectacles lying on the bedside table with a note beside them. Harry got up and walked over to the table removing the glasses to inspect them he picked up the note and began to read.
Dear Customer,
Here is your improved pair of glasses. I had some trouble finding where you were because you did not specify where you were staying. But alas I have found out by just pulling a favor from Tom the barkeep. Your new glasses are charmed to only be taken off by you, allow you to see through invisibility cloaks, glamors, solid objects, they can be used to store small amounts of magic and I have also put in a revolutionary charm on them, they will allow your eyes to be healed by the glasses just by wearing them. Soon you won't even need them to see, only just through the things I just mentioned. Also when you put these on I will have to warn you that they will drain your magic for a few brief seconds in order for the charms to become active.
Have fun and use these wisely,
Alecto Dumbledore.
Harry drew a quick breath and slowly took of his old glasses and put on the new ones. Immediately he felt the magic being drained from him and just as the letter said after a few seconds it stopped. Relishing the fact that he could now see things clearer that ever before he changed into a dark, almost black cloak that he had bought yesterday. After changing he looked at himself in the mirror. Now with his long silver hair new glasses and wardrobe he actually looked good. Moving out of the room and downstairs he ordered breakfast.
After about an hour of enjoying his light breakfast fruit salad and a glass of orange juice he finally set out to the alley at about nine in the morning. It was a beautiful day in the alley, people were bustling about their daily shopping and laughing at a joke that some person had just made. Making his way past the last shop in the alley he looked around to make sure that no one was looking, on pure habit no less, he put up is hood and went into the forbidden place. Knocturne Alley.
Moving his way about the dingy place, Harry began to realize that it was an exact mirror of its opposite alley, except for the fact that it was dirtier and had a lot more rats. Walking down the main path he saw a sign that posted what was where in the dark alley. He noticed that there was a multitude of dark and dangerous shops that it was probably best to avoid. After looking for about five minutes he found what he was looking for, Madame Morrible's hand crafted wands since two thousand B. C. after following the directions on the map he finally found the place. It was a dark story with nothing distinguishable except for a "Beware of the Dog" sign that hung on the door. Looking around and checking that his hood was still up, he went inside.
Looking around Harry noticed that the store looked eerily like Dumbledore's eye store, except for the fact that instead of glasses there were wands inside the cases. Walking up to the counter he made his first mistake, he rang the bell. As soon as the little "ding" escaped the bell, a trap door below his feet gave out and Harry dropped through. As he fell Harry was cursing himself for not being more careful, but he did not have much time to think as his body hit freezing cold water. As his body finally broke the surface he took in his surroundings, he was in a hole that the only escape was blocked off by an iron gate. Looking around once more he decided to go under water and try to find a way out that way.
As he dove under he noticed that the water was very dirty and hard to see in. he began to feel his way around until he heard a noise. It was faint, like a type of hissing noise but more subtle. It was like it was dulled by the water but what could it be? Deciding to give up his search for now he swam back to the surface. Breaking once more he took in his surroundings again, everything looked the same except, THERE in the corner of the room was a tell tale flash of green like scales as they disappeared under the water. He had seen those scales before, it was a Basilisk, and he was swimming with a Basilisk.
Moving quickly he imagined the look of the snake on the faucet in Moaning Myrtles bathroom. Instantly he got the feeling he was being watched, and then something hit his leg. Speaking quickly he chose his words wisely.
'Please oh king of all serpents, let me live and I will give you reason to' waiting for what seemed like ages he heard something break the surface of the water.
'Tell me, oh speaker of the great tongue, why should I spare you?' the serpent spoke in a clear feminine voice. 'I, my great lady have only come for a finely crafted wand, not to intrude on your grounds' he spoke in an almost groveling tone. For what seemed like hours Harry sat there with his eyes tightly shut as he waited for the snake to answer. But to his surprise when he felt a hand touch his shoulder and say,
"Come on my boy, there is no need for you to catch your death in that pit, I have deemed you worthy of one of my wands." Spinning around to look, he saw an old lady standing there. She had a distinct Russian accent mixed with an American dialect that made her voice commanding. With the gate opened she led Harry to another room filled with all types of jars and rods of wood and gems of all sorts.
"Alright Mr. Potter, what I need you to do is go around a look at the samples of wood. I want you to just cast your magic over them but not touch them, no matter what you do, do not touch them." And with that she turned and walked over to a bubbling cauldron filled with a green liquid.
Harry turned and started walking towards a section of shelving that held different rods of wood. As he looked them over he started thinking, he had no idea on how to cast his magic over the wood. He could barely do some types of magic let alone wandless. As he was contemplating he felt a presence walk up behind him. Looking back he saw her approaching him with her eyes closed.
"Stop thinking about what you are about to do and just feel it. Your magic will know what to do." As she spoke Harry finally got what she was doing. She was opening all of her outlets to her magical core, letting the magic feel everything. Harry closed his eye and started to clear his mind per doing only the easier first stages of Occlumency. And then it happened, there within the dark recesses of his mind he found his magical core. It was a mixture of an array of colors. There was green, fiery red, gold and a dark color that looked black but had a blue hue to it.
As he was looking at it a thread of the black-blue started to come out of it. At first he thought it was his magic coming out of his body but then it started to take shape. Out of the mass that had formed came a majestic Chinese Fireball. Then the green came and formed a giant basilisk. Out of the red came a phoenix. And out of the gold came a huge wolf. And there they sat, just looking at each other until the wolf started to speak,
"Hello there young one, as I'm sure you are wondering, we are the physical representations of your magic and core." "But you are an unusual case, you see when you were attacked by the dragon in the Triwizard tournament, and the basilisk and also healed by the phoenix, they left their magical legacy within you."
Harry was starting to get a little creped out and started to look for an escape.
"Do not worry," the phoenix soothed "we will not harm you; we are here for you to choose, during your time at Gringotts our magic was finally released form within your blood and into your magic, as it was supposed to but because of the magical potions you took, it was never allowed to take place because it suppressed our magic."
"And now," said the dragon in an oddly soothing voice, "it is time to choose your animagus forms. You may pick from three of us and we will assimilate ourselves into your very being and give you our attributes."
As Harry sat there thinking, it became clear to him that he would definitely have to choose the wolf as it was his original form. As he looked at the others he began to draw out his senses and feel them. The dragon had a protective and dangerous feel to it. The phoenix had warm and calming affect that made him feel of Hogwarts. And the basilisk had a feeling of cold love and danger, but also it gave off a dirty almost slimy feel. He decided to give up on the basilisk and choose the others. All of the animals bowed and the three chosen's forms shot out and assimilated themselves into his body. Harry closed his eyes and felt the comfortable changes take place. Opening his eyes he could still see the basilisk was still there.
"I know young one that I was never to be your choice, I know you have had very bad experiences with my kind and for that I am sorry. And for your trouble I will grant you my gifts of magic as a token and as a hope that you will always treat us as fairly as the others and not become biased." And with that the basilisk shot and became one with him as well.
--Forbidden Tomes--
Slowly Harry came out of his meditative state to find himself in a soft bed and covered in a blanket. Looking around he saw Madame Morrible standing over a cauldron that was bubbling softly in the light from a lone candle in the room. As he stirred she turned to look at him.
"Finally you have awoken young one," she said softly as she walked over to him. "After you went into the meditative state you stood there for a few minutes and then collapsed. I brought you back here to rest." She gave him a small smile as she continued to close the distance. Within a few feet she stopped dead in her tracks and began to sniff the air, as if there was a fowl smell in the air. Then all of the sudden she dropped to her knees in a very formal bow.
Harry was very shocked at this point and was about to ask her why she was bowing when a soft hissing voice began in his head.
"She is bowing, young one because she knows her rightful place. In basilisk hierarchy the male basilisk is held in higher regard than the female. And because she was the basilisk to attack you she is bowing as a sign of respect and she feels sorry for what she did. Ever since you and I became one, you now are officially a male basilisk."
Looking down at the woman Harry began to feel sorry himself and said, " Please Madame get up, you did not know and I hold no reproach against you for it. You were just defending your nest." And with that she moved to a standing position and looked him in the eye. Instead of the commanding look he got before, now it is one of respect and kindness.
"It is time I got you a better wand. Come it is time." And with that she turned and walked out the door.
Following her back to the room he found her sitting at a table once again in front of a bubbling cauldron. As she waved him over he saw that the potion was a pure white with small ribbons of pink in it.
"This potion will tell me your current power level and if you need to stay with a wand or to go to something a little more durable. There are quite a few levels. There are wands, scepters, stones, and of course staffs. With a few drops of your blood, we can see which one is you." As she handed him a small knife, he had to smile at her brains, it would be easier to account for his power before making something as important as this than to make a wand and put him on his way. And it would help to apologize to him.
A few minutes later the potion was done. Taking only a drop from the cauldron, she put it and a small sheet of parchment. Within ten seconds there was a reaction, picking up the paper she read it and smiled.
"It says here that you have the power supply for a wand, a scepter, and a stone focus. And no don't worry, most powerful wizards have multiple. Now you can choose to combine them all or have individual, which in my personal opinion, individual is the better way to go."
Nodding Harry thought that it was a good idea too. Giving the go ahead he headed over to start the process while she started on the bonding potions. After opening his magical channels he started moving through the aisles he only got small reactions out of the kinds of woods she had. After the last aisle he moved over to her cauldron to tell her of his predicament.
"Yes, it doesn't surprise me that you won't react to the mundane woods of this world. But lucky for you I have quite a collection of magical woods in the other room, follow me." She said with a sly smile as she led him over to a blank wall. Watching as she counted the boards she reached the tenth one from the bottom and pushed it in. there was a click and the wall moved out of the way to reveal a single aisle with only single rods of wood. Resuming his search he went down one side and up the next. Almost reaching the last shelf he was beginning to think he would never find a match until he saw it. It was a slim rod of a very deep purple almost black wood. The shelf said it was Chinese flame tree wood. Seeing her looking at him he pointed to the one in front of him.
She brought over some tongs to look at the wand as she confirmed it she put it back and reached for a hidden lever behind the shelf. As the shelf magically moved into the wall, another moved forward and brought with it different lengths. Signaling to him to try again he brought forth his magic. He felt an even stronger pull from another piece. It was about waist height to him and had the same color as the display. Pointing it out she picked it up with the tongs and motioned for him to follow her. As they left the wall righted itself, leaving no trace as to its presence. As she set the wood down on a preparation table she pointed to a bench with a bunch of jars with labels on them.
After searching through these he found he had quite a few. Phoenix talon, basilisk venom, dragon heart string, dire wolf blood, unicorn horn, ramora scales, mane hair of a Heliopath, tears of a wood nymph. After finding them and making sure that that was all, he brought them over to her and she sent him over to the table filled with all kinds of gems. He began his search once again. He only found three. A large mother of pearl. A deep black spinel. And a very rare blood diamond. Moving back he gave them to her. And now it was about to be complete.
"I have added the cores you have found. Most don't know that if you grind phoenix talons to a powder and boil them in basilisk venom it will make the drinker or substance magically more powerful. And it is a good thing you have nymph tears or the darkness of the venom might have overthrown the talons," she said as she kept stirring. "Also it is good you had dire wolf blood too or this mixture might have been a bit too volatile. And the others are just an added bonus." "Now I want to tell you about the history of the scepter I am making you. The wood you chose was obviously found in china, but the reason it was so magical was because the tree in question was growing on a powerful nexus. And added to that the multitude of magical creatures always seemed to make their way their before dying and their magic and such would be absorbed by the tree. But there is also a legend in ancient china about this tree. It is said that when the world was being made and the raw magic's were in the air, the ancient gods collected this magic and created the weather god, to be keeper of the physical world and watch over their creation. This god took the form of a great and mighty dragon of the deepest purple almost black and it made its home there. Many centuries later the world rebelled against his rule and killed him. And with his dying breath he flamed into existence this magnificent tree and there it stayed. You have to take care of this not only because of its purpose but because of its legacy." And with that she added the hair and feathers and such and gave it a quick stir before adding the stones. And then she picked up the wood and stuck it in.
"now I need seven and only seven drops of your blood put in the cauldron while saying these words, I combine you know these powers many and with my blood may harmony come, with you know I bind you to me to help me in this quests of mine many." She said while handing him the knife. As he pricked his finger and said the words the magic of the ingredients shot out of the cauldron in a mighty blast of light. And in the air they formed together.
As he watched he saw the wood split and become shorter, the then that piece split again and took on the ingredients, the heartstring and the hairs twined together and became encased in a cocoon of ramora scales. It infused itself into the wood and at the end the spinel became the focus. Then the wood took on the wand and stretched itself over and then the top took on a shape. And then out of the corner of the shop shot a rod of silver it conformed over the top and made the head of a dragon with an indentation on its forehead. Into the indentation shot the mother of pearl and the blood diamond took on a deep red color and went into the eye sockets. Then runes appeared all over the scepter detailing the history of all that went into the scepter. And then if flew into Harry's hands and bonded with his magic in a flash of light . with all the magical overload of the day, it made Harry pass out and he knew no more.
End.