a/n: holy crap! Already at 4 chapters! Ok well I won't hold you up please read on.

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Harry looked up at the old wizard. "h-how do you know my name?" he managed to stutter out.

"Why, Mr. Potter, everyone in the wizarding world knows your name! well, let's not waste time with idle talk, shall we? I guess that you are here for your first wand?"

Harry nodded. He was excited to finally get the tool that every witch and wizard had to have. He remembered getting in trouble for playing with his father's as a little kid.

(haha flashback time!)

A four year old potter tripped through the house, knowing he would be in trouble later, but too elated to care. His father had left out his wand on the coffee table, and Harry had managed to grab it and run before his dad got back from the kitchen.

Harry waved the wand around, making sparks fly out in every color under the sun. the wand itself seemed happy to have a new person to play with. With his new toy in hand, Harry ran into his father's room and hunted down a spell book that he knew was hidden somewhere. There was only a small problem with young Harry's plan: he couldn't read yet. The toddler stared at the funny squiggles on the pages, trying to think of a spell to say. He was found by his seething father that way, a confused look on his young face and a sparkling wand in hand.

(End of flashback time!)

Yeah, Harry had gotten a good spanking from that. Not to say that Snape spanked Harry often, but when he really deserved it… Harry winced at the memory. He was jarred out of his thinking by a long measuring tape wrapping itself around his wrist. Mr. Ollivander spoke again.

"Which is your wandhand, boy?" Harry raised his right hand. Ollivander nodded. The tape measure began measuring ridiculous things, like the width of his right nostril. The wandmaker flicked his wand at the obnoxious tape and handed Harry a box. Harry opened it and picked up the little wand that sat there.

"Hawthorn, harpy spit, ten inches," Ollivander recited.

Harry flicked the wand, and a little vase on the counter exploded. Ollivander promptly took the wand and replaced it in Harry's hand with a new one.

"Oak, unicorn hair, twelve inches." With this one, the window cracked. Severus peeked in the door to check on the boy, who waved him off and faced the next wand.

Four wands later, leaving a broken bookshelf, paperweight, lamp, and Ollivander's pinky, Harry had a wand in his hand that felt different. He wasn't sure what kind of different it was, but it was very different. He stretched out his arm and waved the wand lightly, not even waiting for the wandmaker to tell him what it was. Ollivander eyes went wide as bright golden sparks fell gracefully to the floor from the tip. Harry looked at ollivander in wonder, prompting an explination.

"Your wand, Harry, is eleven inches long. It is made of Elder wood and has a core even I cannot see. I came across this wand a few years ago and have let every promising child try it. It never responded- until today. No money necessary!" he said quickly, as Harry tried to pay for his special wand. "I ask no payment. Just do not let the power of that wand go to your head, child. Go to your father, tell him nothing of the make. Become a grand wizard, Mr. Potter. Make the Wizarding world proud.

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a/n: damn guys I'm so so sorry for the wait. I just totally spazed out my computer and he hated me. Now we're on speaking terms and he let me finish chapter four. Remember, I love ya all! Oh, and I would love to hear thoughts on me making him get the elder wand. Share!

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