Currently, nothing of this is mine, but the story. Enjoy anyway :-)
PG13: Brief Language, Blood, Sexual themes, ect.
The True Riddle
-Chapter Two : Wands-
:Leaky Cauldron, dirty old pub:
Tom had arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, as Dumbledore had
described. Tom was now was feeling quite out of place. The
Leaky Cauldron was not the cleanest of places, and it's
assortment of guests were not the fairest of folk. Yet Tom stood
his ground, he had finally found out a purpose for himself and
wasn't going to give it up because of a single location.
"Where is the opening to Diagon Alley?", Tom asked the
Bartender.
"What ye be talkin' aboot? This no place for a laddie like you,
now shove off and get out!", said the Bartender.
Tom didn't like this man's attitude towards him, Tom didn't like
those that thought themselves better than him...
"Where is Diagon Alley.", Tom said defiantly.
The Bartender nodded to someone behind Tom. Suddenly Tom
was pulled into the air and was being "escorted" outside the
Bar.
"Put me Down!", Tom screamed.
Tom felt an increase in heat and The Man that had been carrying
Tom let out a horrible scream, Tom dropped back to the floor.
Tom immediately spun around and saw that the man that had
been carrying him had burst into flames. It was like nothing Tom
had ever seen before, all the patrons of the bar had jumped to
their feet. Before Tom had realized what had happened, the
patrons of the Bar ha erupted out into a wizard bar fight. Each
and every one wielding wands, spinning in circles firing off spells
every which way.
Taking advantage of the Chaos, Tom ran to the back door where
he saw a few other patrons run.
Upon exiting out the back, Tom was delighted to see a brick wall
passage leading to a alley.
"Ah, Diagon Alley, there you are."
Tom stepped through the brick wall passage, and entered the
alleyway. He watched as people of all sorts walked to and fro, in
one door and out another. A few people ran by Tom, yelling
about the fight that was going on within the Leaky Cauldron.
:Diagon Alley, through the brick wall:
In the distance was a tall and robust building with what looked,
to Tom, to be little monsters running around it. Tom wandered
about the alley, looking from here to there, not quite sure where
to go. His first intended location, however, was now right in front
of him.
Tom looked at the sign above, it read 'Ollivanders: Makers of
Fine Wands since 382 B.C.". Without a second thought Tom
entered the tiny shop.
:Ollivanders Wand Shop, wand makers since 382 B.C.:
"One moment, one moment!", a voice called from behind the
shelves.
Tom waited, looking at the assortment of wands around the
shop. Boxes were neatly stacked on each shelf, like the stacks of
shoe-boxes the ladies of the orphanage would recieve on charity
days.
"Well hello there, are you coming for your first wand?", a lady
had come from around the shelves and was now looking down
at Tom with a thin smile.
"Yes ma'am, I am to be attending...", Tom began.
"Hogwarts, yes I know, all the new years come here to receive
their first wand", the lady said with a sweet voice.
"There must not be that many at Hogwarts then, there are so
few wands", Tom said while looking at the few hundred or so
wands.
"Oh, don't always believe what you see around here", the lady
then pulled out a wand and with a wave Tom looked on in awe as the
shelves of wands began to increase in size.
"Now then, lets find your wand...", spoke the lady as she began
pulling several different boxes of wands from the shelves.
"Here, try these", the lady said as she handed a dozen of wands
to Tom. Tom took one of the wands out of the box and held it in
his hand, "What.. What am I to do with it Ma'am?", Tom asked
the lady perplexed.
"Oh, you're funny, you wave it of course. And stop calling me
Ma'am. My name is Lyra Ollivander and I'm only 16", she said
with a 'matter-of-fact tone.
With that Tom looked at the wand, and waved it in the direction
of Lyra, to Tom's surprise, and Lyra's, her blouse began to
shrink.
"What do you think your doing!?!?", she said; and with a wave of her
wand, her blouse returned to normal, just before becoming small
enough to reveal her bosoms to the young Thomas.
"I apologize, Ma'am... I mean, Miss Ollivander", spoke Tom,
shakingly reaching for another wand. Lyra took a heavy
breath; "Oh, it's alright; and Lyra will do just fine", She said.
Tom took the next wand, and waved it, this time towards the
wall. Spontaneously the wall fractured into several tiny cracks all
erupting from it's center.
"Well not that one", Lyra said, handing Tom another wand.
Tom continued testing wands for what seemed like days, each
one having some adverse effect to his using of it. Until, there
were but two boxes on the shelf left.
"I wonder...", Lyra inquired to herself.
"Wonder what?", Tom asked confused and feeling as if it could
be possible for a wizard never to find a wand suitable for
themself.
"Well, I wonder if one of these two could be your wand. You see,
these wands are quite special. They are the only wands in this
shop that were made NOT to be sold...", spoke Lyra,
"My father made these wands himself, to the best of his
capabilities. Far surpassing the quality of any of his previous
wands. Made from Yew and the tail feather of a Phoenix. These
were the wands he made to signify his retirment...", she went on.
"But...", Tom didn't know what to say, he looked as if someone
had unlocked the door to a chamber of secrets, only for them
to slam the door shut before he could get in.
Lyra bit her bottom lip and thought for a moment. After a minute
she final gave a sigh and looked Tom in the eyes.
"All right, try it out", she said handing one of the wands to Tom.
Tom grasped the handle of the wand tightly, he raised the wand
towards the destroyed wall, took a hearty breath, and, putting
all his will and thought into the wand, waved it towards the wall.
Tom felt an energy flow from himself and into the wand. He
looked on as the broken wall began to piece itself back together.
It was as if Tom was watching a movie in reverse, it was
incredible, powerful, and now... it was his.