Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

Warnings: Violence , Gore and Lemons(Much Later)

Chapter 12

" . . . You have met quite a fascinating selection of creatures in your short life Mr. Potter. I think I might have an idea what to use for your wand cores." Ollivander said. Truthfully, there were only a handful of creatures whose parts were magical enough to be used as Wand cores. Harry had already met three of the more prominent creatures. A Phoenix, a Unicorn and a Dragon. Basilisk parts were also coveted as cores, but there hadn't been a recorded Basilisk for many years in Britain. Dementors were powerful Magical creatures but sadly, didn't have any parts that could be harvested. But he had a suspicion that no one had been insane enough o try it thus far. They were far too creepy; no wonder not much was known about them.

"Cores? As in multiple?" Harry asked. This was the first time that he was hearing of this. He thought that a wand had a single core.

"Oh not multiple cores, just a single core that has been augmented by using different essences of other magical creatures. It may strengthen the core further or it may not. Such things are hard to determine." Ollivander said. He was mentally reviewing all the various magical foci that were at his disposal, and he had a feeling that with a little help from Harry, he would be making his finest creation shortly. He honestly thought that Harry was worthy enough to be the owner of his proud creation. He saw that Harry was growing impatient with his constant absentmindedness and hurried on.

"But that comes later; we have to single out the wood for your wand. Follow me." Ollivander said getting up and going towards the blank wall on the right side of the door. He tapped the wall with his hands several times rapidly, in different positions and the wall faded away to reveal yet another door. He opened the door and motioned Harry to follow through.

Harry saw rows upon rows of wood pieces, some quite large, some just enough to make a single wand. The smaller ones were kept in containers, labelled with a date. The number of different woods that Ollivander had collected was mind-numbing, he wasn't aware that so many different trees even existed!

Ollivander seemed to know where he was going, and led Harry all the way towards the back of the room. He opened the cupboard that was placed there and took out seven stone cylinders. Harry assumed that they contained pieces of wood as well. Ollivander opened the stone containers one by one, and said, "Place your hand above each of these canisters and le your magic flow, see if you get a reaction." Harry proceeded to do so.

Ollivander knew that Harry would get a reaction from one of these specimens. Magical trees gained power the longer they live, and some were inherently more powerful than others. The trees that provided these specimens were his pride and joy. All of the trees were over 700 years old, and were the most suited of all the woods that made up the wands. He had grown and nurtured these trees carefully, and had taken the utmost precaution to prevent them from being harmed or stolen. Seeing that Harry had finished going over all of them, he brought himself out of his thoughts.

"This one's feels the most natural." Harry said. 'And strongest.' Harry added silently to himself.

Ollivander looked at the name of the tree on the canister. "Bloodwyn eh? You certainly don't do things by half do you Mr. Potter? Let's have a look at your first wand shall we, I think that it might be finished soaking for the next step."

Harry followed Ollivander to the main room, and watched as Ollivander poured the contents of the small cauldron on a tray on his desk. He asked Harry for the stone that he had channelled magic in, and taking it from Harry held it in his hands. He watched fascinated, as his hands glowed once and a fine sprinkle of powder, of what Harry assumed was the diamond; was dropped into the tray. After some time, he powder along with the potion started swirling inside the tray, forming patterns that Harry didn't recognize. The potion seemed to be seeping into the runes carved into the wand and into the wand itself. The process lasted for a little over 2 minutes, and Harry stared fascinated at his old wand.

It was the same shade, but the Runes carved along the length of the wand, were glowing slightly with a black pulsing light. The pulsation lasted a bit longer, and then the process was finished.

"Your wand, Mr. Potter." Ollivander said. He was always fascinated by the work that he did.

Harry's hands were trembling slightly; not enough to catch Ollivander's attention, and he grasped his wand. He immediately felt his magic almost sing joyously as it rushed down his arm, and unlike before, his wand reject his magic at all, it welcomed his magic with open arms.

He felt like a small 11 year old child that was holding his wand for the first time. The wand was absolutely amazing, and he felt whole again, he past few days, without his wand, he felt as if there was a part of him that had died. He now knew why he was feeling that way.

"This is amazing. Thank you Mr. Ollivander." Harry breathed.

"Think nothing of it Mr. Potter. I think we have kept Penny waiting long enough, I daresay she won't be happy about it." Ollivander chuckled.

(Break)

"You are getting slower Ollie, age getting to you?" Perenelle said with an annoyed expression on her face. She had been waiting inside this dusty, old wand shop for a little over 2 hours. She was irritated to say the least.

"Really Penny, you know Mr. Potter is a unique individual, and it took no longer than normal." Ollivander said with a dismissive wave of his hands.

"Do you require anything for his new wand?" Perenelle asked crossly.

"As a matter of fact, I do." Ollivander said with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"What is it?" Perenelle asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Mr. Potter told me that he slew a Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets in his second year. I think I would need to retrieve some things from that same Basilisk. I doubt that Albus would mind." Ollivander said. And as a bonus, he would get to visit a chamber that was designed by Salazar himself. This was turning out to be the most exciting day of his life, and considering his age, that was saying a lot.

"Clear it up with Albus and I'll bring Harry over there in the next few hours. How about, around 6." Perenelle said.

"That's perfectly fine." Ollivander said with barely contained glee.

Perenelle rolled her eyes at his gleeful expression. "Really Ollie, you are almost as old as me, act your age."

"Ah . . . but Penny, where's the fun in that?" Ollivander asked playfully.

Harry watched their interaction with an amused expression on his face.

(Break)

"So, where do we go next?" Harry asked as he left Ollivanders with Perenelle.

"Back to the Department. I assume you would want Hermione to accompany you when we go to the Chamber?" seeing Harry nod his head vigorously, she continued, "That's what I thought. Grab on."

Harry cast a wary glance a Perenelle's outstretched hand, and sighed as he gripped it. A moment later, he was in the Library at the Department.

"Hermione?" Harry called. He started walking towards the last place that she had been at. "Hermione . . ." He called again, and as he came in sight of the couch, he sight that greeted him, froze him in his tracks.

Hermione was on the couch, thrashing violently, the textbook that she was reading lying on the ground. Harry dashed forward towards her body, screaming her name just as Perenelle came to see what was wrong, seeing Hermione in his state, she muttered, "Oh dear. . ."

(Break)

Daphne Greengrass, Pureblood witch, and certified Ice-Princess of Hogwarts, was currently swiping at her moistened eyes as she ran away from her house as fast as she could. Running through the woods that surrounded her home, she stopped to a halt, and leaned against the tree, sitting down and resting her head on her knees. She couldn't bring herself o acknowledge the events of the past few hours.

Flashback

Daphne put the quill down with an accomplished smile on her face. She was sure that she would be awarded an 'O' for her essay on Defence Against the Dark Arts. But that was considering that they would not be getting another dreadfully inept teacher. Even if Lupin was a little shabbily dressed and had drooping shoulders, she couldn't deny that she had learnt a lot about the subject under his tutelage. Quirell was a bumbling, stuttering idiot, and she didn't even think Lockhart worthy enough to think about in her thoughts. Though there were a lot of rumours about Quirell that were floating around Hogwarts in her second year. She was brought out of her thoughts by the sudden popping arrival of their house-elf.

"Mistress, Lunch has been served." The house-elf exclaimed in a high pitched voice.

She nodded her head in thanks; she couldn't be caught by her parents thanking a house-elf. Typical purebloods, thinking everyone else was beneath them. ' I was much the same as well. Thank god that I opened my eyes.' She thought as she got up, and freshen herself before going down for lunch.

She had voiced her thoughts and findings when she had returned from Hogwarts after her first year. Needless to say, her parents didn't take it well. She had been grounded for a month and had her wand confiscated. This would not be seen as a strict punishment as children were not allowed to use Magic outside Hogwarts, but she had been practicing magic since she got her wand when she was 9. Being a Pureblood had its perks, but she was beginning to think that being a Pureblood was not necessarily a good thing.

It was a simple fact, basic genetics. Inbreeding had caused an increasing number of deaths and birth of Squibs to Purebloods. Thankfully, she wasn't one of the unfortunate ones. She had spent the majority of her First year at Hogwarts researching about it and had compiled a very detailed and comprehensive report on it. But her parents didn't appreciate her findings, her parents weren't related before marriage but were firm believers of Pureblood Supremacy. His father had thrown the report on the floor and had whipped out his wand and set it ablaze. She didn't show it, but it had hurt her deeply. Even her mother had ridiculed her work. It was that day that she decided that she would live her own life, not one dictated and paved for her by her parents.

"Mother, Father." She greeted her parents as she sat down gracefully in her seat. Lunch was punctuated with silence, he same as it had always been. Even Astoria, her little sister, who would be starting Hogwarts this year, was eating her meal in silence. After finishing up, her parents sent Astoria away to her room, stating that they had something that they wanted to talk o Daphne about alone.

"Daphne, you turned 14 last month. There are certain responsibilities that fall on you that you have to accomplish now that you have passed your second Maturity." Her father, Arthur, said strictly.

Daphne's stomach sank. She had hoped that she would have some more time, at least until she had completed her O.W.L's. Her parents were firm believers of Arranged Marriages, and had drawn up a Marriage Contract with the Malfoys. She knew of the Contract's existence, she had discovered it last year in her Parent's Vault, when she had visited it alone. She had been trying to find a way for her to get out of it, but there was only one way to do so, without losing her life or magic. She hoped it didn't come to that.

"The Malfoy Family is a respected and worthy ally to the Greengrass Family. We have made many transactions with their help and I trust that the feeling is mutual. I would like nothing more than to make our business partnership a more personal one. I assume you know what I am talking about?" Arthur said.

Daphne knew that this was coming her way. She thought that she was prepared for it, but her choked throat begged to differ. After a long time, she nodded her head mechanically.

"I knew that you would see the right way Daphne. I was worried that you had strayed from our teachings when you showed us that report of yours, I am glad to see that my daughter is growing up. We can't have a lunatic in our family after all." Her mother, Thelma, said snobbishly.

Daphne felt a surge of anger at her mother's words. And before she could stop herself, words began pouring out of her mouth.

"Lunatic? The only one that is a lunatic in this house are yourselves. Don't you see that marrying only based on political and financial gain is slowly destroying the Wizarding World? Seriously, who in their right mind would agree to marry their cousin? You may not be able to wrap you tiny little Pureblood brain of yours around the idea, but I sure as hell am not going to marry o satisfy your wishes, and certainly not o Malfoy!" Daphne screamed and spun on her feet, intent to going up o her room. She knew that she would be paying heavily for her words, but right now she didn't care about that. She marched up o her room, and slammed the door shut, locking it for extra measure.

She punched her pillow repeatedly, trying o calm down her urge o destroy things. At least she was aware enough to not use her wand, the mess she would create would only further aggravate her situation. She knew that she only had one choice, but she wasn't ready for that yet.

She nearly jumped up in fright when the door o her room was literally blasted to the opposite wall.

'Oh! Merlin . . .'

(End Chapter)

A/N:- Sorry for the cliffie . . . but I just couldn't help it. Any thoughts hat you may have, bad, good, meh , Review!