Sighing, Harry took a handful of Floo Powder and yelled, "Malfoy Manor!" He glimpsed Father and Toby bidding him a fond farewell before he vanished. Approximately ten minutes later, one Harry Silim Riddle Potter was striding carelessly out of a fireplace in the main room of Malfoy Manor. Draco Malfoy smiled at him as did Narcissa Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy was not to be found in the main room.
"Silim!" both cried joyously.
"Dragon, Cissy. Good day to you as well." Narcissa smiled and stood.
"It will just be us three today, boys," she informed them, holding out her hands. Harry took her right and Draco her left. "We shall Apparate. Silim, has Toby approved?"
Harry turned his odd colored gaze on her, seeing her with only one eye. "Yes. Toby, as well as Father, has agreed to let me Side-Along Apparate with you today," he said politely, tucking a stray strand of shoulder-length black hair behind his left ear. "And Dragon," he added, "Please try not to scream at anyone who stares openly at my ears this time." Draco flushed a light shade of red but before he could respond, Narcissa Apparated away.
Diagon Alley. It was, honestly, Harry's least favorite place in the Wizarding World. He would take Azkaban Prison over the chaos that ensued in Diagon Alley. He looked around the chaotic alley way. Parents were ushering children of all ages in and out of stores, birds were shrieking, kids crying. Harry, having over-sensitive ears, clamped his hand over his ears. Yes, yes, Azkaban was the preferred choice. At least the Dementors were silent and they killed silently. Harry jammed his eyes shut and leaned on Narcissa who frowned at everyone that looked at them curiously. Draco growled at whoever even thought about approaching them. It showed on their faces when they thought about it. Narcissa sighed. She knew there was a reason Tom and Toby made Harry wear Glamour. It kept his ears from hurting in loud places.
Narcissa lifted Harry up. "Do you want me to Glamour your ears…?" She whispered.
"N-no," moaned Harry. "I… I must get used to the noise, so, if you would, please put me down, Cissy." Narcissa frowned as she set him down and he stumbled, having to have Draco catch him. "Thank you, Dragon…"
"Mhmm," Draco replied. He kept a firm hand on Harry's shoulder and they followed the Malfoy woman off.
Occasionally, Harry would stumble, but he made it through the book store, the apothecary, the robe shop, and that was it before he collapsed in the middle of Eeylope's Owl Emporium. Narcissa told Draco to watch him while she went and Flooed Toby to ask what to do. Harry had his head between his knees, holding his ears tightly. Draco glared at everyone who looked at them even remotely funny.
"Silim," Draco began. He glared up at a fat old woman and then went back to talking to Harry, "Are you alright…?"
Harry's voice was muffled when he spoke, "I want my Glamour put back on, Dragon…" Draco sighed and sat with his legs folded, pulling Harry into a warm embrace. Draco petted Harry's hair and watched the doors hopefully, waiting for his mother and Toby. Yes. Narcissa came sweeping in. Just her. Silently, she cast a non-verbal spell upon Harry and the relief in the small boy's body was instantly obvious. He slowly stood and stumbled slightly, due to the quiet he was experiencing. Draco sighed in relief that his friend was fine.
Narcissa too smiled. Clapping her hands together, the kind Malfoy woman said, "Well, let's continue collecting Silim's pet, shall we?" Harry and Draco nodded and the trio began walking around the store. Harry wasn't really looking, Draco didn't care but if it was for Harry, he'd kill, and Narcissa… Was, well, she was Narcissa. She smiled and pointed out cute animals she thought fitting for Harry, Draco would give them a thrice over, and some Harry didn't even bother with giving a once over. At the end of an hour, they were still touring the store… For the fifth time. Finally, Harry put interest into what he was looking for. His eyes came to rest on a copper-coloured owl, with the eye color of Toby's hair, bronze. Harry and the owl merely stared at one another. It hooted at him and he raised an eyebrow back.
To Narcissa, Harry said, "I do believe I've found my darling," he was still offended by the hoot, as he said this with venom, "pet that I can and will torment in later hours." Narcissa blinked, chuckled, and watched as the owl flew to rest on Harry's head. He hissed something at it and it hastily fled to Harry's shoulder. Harry smiled to himself. "There, silly little bird."
Narcissa didn't know how to feel. Harry was possibly bipolar. She put her hand on Harry's right shoulder and Draco's left and led them to the counter. After the bird was paid for, Narcissa locked it in its cage and they were off to the wand shop. Harry and Draco sighed and entered the shop. No one was there. Calmly, Narcissa took the only chair- the old, rickety one in the corner. Harry glared straight ahead, at the clock on the wall, willing it to speed up so damn Ollivander would get here. Draco was sighing contentedly as he leaned against the wall and relaxed slightly. Harry's owl twittered slightly.
"Oh, be quiet Narbeleth," Harry snapped at her.
"Uh… Narbeleth?" Draco asked.
Harry turned his multi-colored eyes on Draco's pale face. "Elvish for October." Draco mouthed 'oh' while Harry turned his gaze to the desk. He didn't have his super-hearing but he did have his enhanced sense of smell and sight. He stared long and hard at the hall behind the desk until an old man came limping out. Narcissa sat up straighter, if possible, and narrowed her eyes at Mr. Ollivander himself. Draco stepped to Harry's side as the man came into the light. Harry's eyes widened slightly. He sensed… Elf in this man. He stepped forward and put out his hand as if pressing the palm to a mirror. The sign of Elvish Recognition. Much to Draco's surprise and Cissy's as well, Mr. Ollivander pressed his palm to Harry's. The old man smiled slightly.
"Syrdor mael shaer os o, Shori Jhol," whispered Ollivander.
Harry nodded. Draco, not liking the Elvish speak, butt in. "We need our wands." Ollivander smiled slyly at him. Harry nodded a small smirk on his face.
"Of course. Would the Dragon like to go first?" Harry teased. Draco pouted.
"No, Silim. You go first." Harry smiled and stepped forward to the desk while Ollivander wandered into the back of the room and came back with six thin boxes. He opened one and handed it to Harry who waved it gently. The vase to the right of the desk exploded and Harry only shielded his eyes. Ollivander snatched that wand and handed him a second one. It lit its box on fire. The third, fourth, and fifth ones were not right for him either. The sixth one, however, glowed blue as soon as Harry touched it. Harry sighed. "What…?"
Harry looked over at him dully. "The wood is that of Toby, Uncle Avery, and my people's trees of Old. It is extremely rare and found only in Dragon Country as they inhabited it after my kind fled. The core though… She… Matches Father's… This wand core should belong to Ellil Harrison Potter," whispered Harry. Draco and Ollivander gave him a look and Ollivander sighed, handing Draco one of the wands Harry tried. It glowed a silver color. Harry's brow creased as did Ollivander's. On reflex, Harry took a step back quickly. Draco was staring at the stick of wood in his hand curiously. Harry blinked and covered his green eye, looking with only his blind eye. Hesitantly, the raven pulled out his own wand, dropped with, and jumped back with a yelp of shock.
Draco looked over and stared. Harry was backing away slowly from his wand and Draco's. Fear coursed through the Potter boy and he winced. Draco tucked his wand in his pocket and the blue glow of Harry's vanished and Harry picked it up. "The wood of my kin," whispered Harry. "With the heartstring of a dragon." His eyes moved to the ground. "The wood of Old shall once again be made; it glows for only Elvish beings. One glows Blue, the other Silver, the same kind of Light hue. The cursed tree of Oiolairë, the mysterious of Olde. The Oiolairë Twins of Olde shall be borne once more and together, the World is at an End." Harry looked up at Draco. Narcissa stood stiffly and paid for their wands, nodding to Ollivander.