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He was standing in front of the store, the sign read Valerius's wands, makers of fine wands since 579 BC. Vergil steeled himself, pushed open the door, and crossed the threshold. Harry stepped into the seemingly empty shop and looked around to see if anyone was coming. Seeing no one, he was about to seat himself in the chair in the corner of the room, when an old man walked out of the back room. Before he could speak, the old man said "Hello Mr, I must say I'm surprised to see you standing in my shop, I would have thought you would go to Ollivanders" Vergil opened his mouth to reply, but the now identified shop owner cut across him again "No matter, come with me, we will make your wand" with that message, he walked into the back room again. Vergil walked to the counter, and into the back room. On one table there were about fifty jars of various substances, and on the other two tables there were various blocks of wood. The old man, presumably Valerius, was standing off to the side of the tables of wood, obviously waiting for him. "Run your hand over each block of wood, then tell me which blocks had the strongest reactions' Vergil was about to do so but he felt a sort of ... pull towards the cabinet on the far wall. He opened it and found what looked like a bone, pulling it out elicited gasp from the old man, "What?" Asked Harry. "That is a Lamia bone, soaked in a mixture of: Basilisk, Manticore, Acromantula, and Nundu venoms" Valerius breathed, almost bouncing with glee. "I think you should pick your core/cores now" Vergil walked over to the table, picked up four jars, and showed them to Valerius. "Hmmm, Phoenix blood forcibly taken, powdered Nidhogg scales, liquefied Basilisk eyes, and dried Dementor lung". By now Valerius was literally dancing. Just as he was starting to moon-walk, Vergil interrupted his little freak out session "Mr. Valerius, could you would please craft my wand now" Fifteen minutes later Harry was the proud owner of a new sniny black wand.
After two more hours of meaningless shopping, and just as he was about to return to the Leaky Cauldron, Vergil felt a pull coming from the store called Magical Menagerie. When he entered the store he was drawn to a crimson egg and was followed by a store clerk, he reached out to the egg and touched it. With a resonating CRACK the egg shattered and out popped a black bird whose feathers had a blood red sheen. Vergil heard a small voice say "Papa?" in his mind. He responded with "Yes?". After picking up the little guy he asked "How much" The clerk almost fainted "That's a Blood Phoenix, It's worth at least three thousand galleons" "I don't care, Here take the money" and after picking out a perch and a large case of assorted fruits, Vergil left the store. But not before naming the phoenix "Kat" (After the girl from chapter one).
When Vergil stepped into the Leaky Cauldron, he heard that thrice damned voice say "Good morning, Mr. Potter"
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