Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Warnings: Violence , and Mature Themes.

Chapter 11

Harry entered Ollivanders, the wand shop, with a smile on his face. He just couldn't stop thinking about his under construction Manor. Deciding that he would think more about it later after he told Hermione all about it, Harry took a deep breath and noticed his surroundings. He was surprised to see that Perenelle had already gone over to Ollivander and was conversing with him in soft tones. They seemed to notice his gaze and as one, turned towards him. Perenelle motioned for him to join them and Harry walked forward.

"Hmm . . . I have never met such an unusual young man such as yourself, Mr. Potter." Ollivander said his eyes boring into his.

Harry scowled inwardly. But he calmly replied, "I can say much the same for you Mr. Ollivander."

Ollivander chuckled deeply. He walked closer to Harry and said, "Penny tells me that you are having problems with your wand. Did something happen to you recently, Mr. Potter? Something that you suspect might be the cause of it?"

Harry was confused at the question, he understood what he was asking perfectly, but he was confused why exactly he was asking him this. He suspected that he already knew about his Vampirism, but couldn't think a reason for his question. So, he stayed silent and stared at him, his eyes unflinching.

The two of them stared at each other for seemingly, a long time, but was almost a minute at the most. Ollivander was the first one to look away. He stepped back slightly and turned around walking towards the back of his store. Harry stared at his retreating form, thoroughly confused. The whole day had been filled with him having a sort of battle of wills with important people, Director Ragnok was the first and now Ollivander. He had a feeling that it was something important, and was happy at the fact that he seemingly hadn't lost the battle once today.

"Follow me Mr. Potter." Came Ollivander's voice from somewhere near the back of the store. Harry cast a wary glance at Perenelle, but at her encouraging nod, straightened up, and walked confidently towards Ollivander's voice.

He looked around curiously at all the different types of wand that littered the shelves of the shop, as he was walking forward he noticed that there was a door, open in front of him, and again heard Ollivanders voice call out to him, confirming to him that Ollivander was indeed inside the room.

"In here Mr. Potter."

Harry walked into a dimly lit room that had sparse few things in it. But he noticed that there was a thick wavering in the air, near the floor, in front of where Ollivander was standing. Ollivander must have noticed him looking at the spot, because he said, "You can see it Mr. Potter?" Ollivander asked, looking mildly surprised.

"Yeah." Harry replied, wondering what exactly he was supposed to be seeing.

"Simply splendid!" Ollivander enthused, catching Harry off-guard. He cleared his throat when he noticed Harry staring at him with a bewildered expression on his face.

"Your wand needs work Mr. Potter, in lieu of your . . . ascension from the human race, your wand needs to be tweaked slightly in order for it to work properly. Although Penny has asked me to craft you another wand, I presume that you would like to have your old wand work for you?" Ollivander asked as he tapped the floor in front of him with his foot, and the floor depressed onto itself and a stairway was left in its place.

Harry nodded. He liked his wand. It had helped him in a spot of trouble more times than he cared to remember.

Ollivander smiled seeing Harry nod. He would hate for one of his creations to gather dust just because the user didn't care enough for it to fix it. He rather liked Harry for that. He had no doubts that he would one day change the world; he had ascertained that much earlier. Even newly turned, he carried himself as if he was a Vampire Prince for a few decades, he couldn't wait for him to come into his own potential. Magical creatures, much like himself, had a presence, a type of radar that warned them when to fight and when to bow down. It was obvious to see that Harry had no idea about their little staring contest earlier, but even subconsciously, his presence had overwhelmed his own, leaving it beaten. All of his experience had meant nothing against his raw power, and being a Vampire, he was already quite high up on the food chain. Sometimes it sucked being a Sprite, Ollivander grumbled to himself silently.

He proceeded to walk down the stairs, Harry following close behind him. Harry looked around at his surroundings, and saw that he was in a tunnel of sorts lined with wood, on all the sides including the flooring. The structure of the tunnel reminded him of the numerous secret passages of Hogwarts, and he wondered if it was somehow related. They eventually emerged, after a short walk, into a room that reminded Harry of Dumbledore's office, although Dumbledore's office was much more organized. Things were strewn about the room, bubbling cauldrons that occasionally let out a puff of smoke, numerous containers that were labelled, and pieces of wood and splinters were scattered all over the place.

"Welcome to my humble abode Mr. Potter. This is where I work and where I make my wands. If it seems messy . . . meh, It's the way I like to work." Ollivander said with a shrug of his shoulders.

Harry walked up to one of the flasks curiously, but turned slightly green as he read the description on the label and hurriedly walked up to Ollivander, who was smiling at his slightly green face. Harry scowled.

"Now Mr. Potter, we will be repairing your old wand before beginning work on your new one. Please take out your wand and try channelling your magic through it." Ollivander instructed as he walked closer to him.

Harry brought out his wand, and holding his hand straight, concentrated slightly and was again feeling his magic being blocked, as soon as his magic came in contact with it. He saw Ollivander peering at his wand closely, and then touched his wand with his finger and closed his eyes. He saw his lips moving but couldn't hear anything escaping his mouth. After doing this for some time, Ollivander stepped back and opened his eyes.

"That's enough Mr. Potter." Ollivander said and held out his hand palm upwards. "If you would please hand me your wand . . ."

Harry placed his wand in his hands and looked at Ollivander curiously, waiting for an explanation.

"Your magic has increased tremendously Mr. Potter, and as a result, your wand is rejecting it in order to save itself from being destroyed. It will require a little tweaking, and it should function normally. Although you will require a new wand in order to cast magic to your fullest potential. Quite a lucky coincidence, eh?" Ollivander said with a chuckle.

"Um . . .tweaking?" Harry asked as he followed behind Ollivander to his desk.

"Yes, it's quite a simple procedure . . . I carve some Runes into the wood, let it soak in a Potion that I make for some time, sprinkle it with a suitable magical conductor, and presto!, You have your wand back." Ollivander said, sitting down on a chair and opening a box to reveal a sharp looking pen.

"Have you done this before? I mean, has anyone else needed their wand . . . tweaked?" Harry asked apprehensively. Maybe it was a common occurrence, he thought. Even being a Vampire, he wanted to be considered normal. He hadn't realized that he was changing his mindset these past few days, but to others, he had changed. He was just doing whatever felt natural to him.

"Oh yes, I have had to do it many times, but you are the youngest one that had to have had this done." Ollivander replied. Harry saw him reach for a box kept on the table, and opening the box, Ollivander handed him three gemstones, two slightly larger than the other. Diamonds, if Harry had to take a guess.

"While I carve the Runes into your wand, I need you to channel as much magic as you can until I have taken your wand out of the Potion. Use the smaller stone, the others will be used for your new wand." Ollivander said and started to work on his wand.

Harry shrugged and finding a place to sit, placed the two larger stones in his pocket and held the stone in his hands. Figuring that it must be the same as when he had channelled his magic into the ward stone, Harry held the stone tightly in his fist, closing his eyes to concentrate better and began channelling his magic into it. He opened his eyes slowly as he felt that he could concentrate on channelling his magic while keeping his eyes open. He saw that his fist encasing the stone was glowing with a dull black light, he wanted to take a look, but knew that he wouldn't be able to concentrate on his task, if he was distracted.

So he kept up his assigned task, he got bored with it soon enough, but kept it up watching Ollivander work on his wand. He saw as Ollivander got up, apparently finished with inscribing Runes on his wand, and disappeared from Harry's eyesight as he entered another adjoining room that he hadn't noticed and came back with a small cauldron in his hands. Noticing Harry's inquisitive eyebrow, he asked "What is it?"

"How long do I have to do this?" Harry asked, gesturing towards his closed fist.

"Are you feeling drained, lightheaded perhaps?" Ollivander asked. He didn't really think that Harry would have that problem, but it doesn't hurt to be sure.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion; he wasn't feeling drained at all, he was sure that he could keep this up for an hour at least, judging by the amount of magic that he was pumping into the stone. Thinking that he was doing it wrong, he increased the amount. "No, I was just getting bored doing this."

"You can stop when you think that you have used up enough of your magic." Ollivander said and took a seat near him.

"Now then Harry, before we start making your new wand, I need you to tell me the various Magical Creatures you have encountered . . . include as many details as you can." Ollivander said, seemingly lazing back for a long tale.

(Break)

Peter Pettigrew was walking to the nearby bar, in the town of Little Hangleton, glad to be away from his Master even for a few scant hours. He was on an errand for his Master, but figured that he had time for one drink. He had thought that he would be treated much nicer than he had been during the last war. He had been the only one to find his Master after all, but no, it would seem that his Master had grown quite bitter during his self-exile. Seriously, there were a lot of other Death Eaters that could have easily used their Mark to find him, but he was the only one to do so, he deserved some acknowledgement.

He entered the bar and scampered off to find the seat furthest away from the crowd to avoid getting noticed. Ordering himself a drink, he shrunk down on his seat and let his mind wander over the events of the past week. His dreams of splendour and being a powerful wizard, that he had while searching for his Master had ended abruptly when he had actually found him. He had expected to be rewarded for his efforts, but had instead been berated and ridiculed. This had continued throughout their journey back to Little Hangleton. He fed and generally took care of everything his Master needed; the grotesque form that he had taken was much like an infant, needing to be hovered over constantly. But, he still did everything that his Master ordered him to do. Things had changed 3 days ago.

While taking care of his Master one evening, his Master had screamed wildly, and after a few minutes of this, he had gone unnaturally still. Worried that he might have done something wrong, and trying to escape punishment, he had tried his hardest to figure out what had happened. Thankfully, his Master had awakened after a few hours, but the look in his eyes, as he had opened them would be seared forever in his mind.

It was one of utter terror.

Wormtail had blinked rapidly, thinking that he was seeing his reflection in his Master's eyes, but as he opened them after blinking several times, the pure un-adulterated fury was what shone in his Master's eyes. He had asked him to leave him, and Wormtail complied to that order quite happily.

Yesterday, he had tasked him to recover Nagini, his Master's snake familiar from her hibernation. Wormtail had to practically wrestle the snake all the way back to his Master, even using magic, it was quite a difficult task for him. And what does his Master do as soon as he sees Nagini? He spoke in Parseltongue briefly, and Nagini had come over to his position. As soon as she came in contact with his Master, she had glowed with a sickly green colour and then dropped to the floor, seemingly exhausted. His Master's next words had surprised him greatly, his Master had told him that he wasn't strong enough to manage coherent speech.

"Dispose of her body, Wormtail." Voldemort hissed, his voice saturated with power.

(End Chapter)

A/N:- I have received numerous comments about not explaining Harry's changes after being turned( walking in daylight, strength, speed etc.). what I would like to know is, do you want the explanation to be included in the story, or should I write a note on it before the next chapter? {I know the storyline is slow, but I have a lot of thing to take care of before Harry goes back to Hogwarts for his Fourth year. Please bear a bit longer with me.}

Review your thoughts, and Thanks for reading.