A/N: Sorry that ive been gone, was attacked with work. I also took a one week break before I broke my computer trying to figure out this chapter. Hope you like it, sorry its not a long one. Next chapter wont take as long to upload. This was not beta'd just to let you know. I am to exhausted to do any of my usual funny hectic stuff, mostly because im hyper when I type these author notes up. Right now I feel sluggish and hollow and just totally drained. Before I forget I am sorry to all who looked on my page and didn't see the pole, It was because my stupid page didn't put it on their. Well I have corrected it and now its there. Sorry.

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Gryffindor Dorm Rooms, November 21

Making it to his bed, he unlocked his truck and shoved the letters and potions bottle into it and shut it. Looking around for any signs of life, and finding none, he took his wand out and cast three different locking charms, a sticking charm, and a stinging lingering charm. The last one made anyone, besides the caster, who touched the item the charm was attached to feel an extremely stabbing pain in the hands; extremely being potter standards. With those securities placed, he went to bed knowing that tomorrow was going to be very long and tiring day.

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Gryffindor Common Room, November 22

Bless the little house elf, Dobby only meant well. Harry felt sorry grumbling at the overexcited house elf who woke him up only after a few hours of sleep. The sun wasn't even up! But, when being pulled down the stairs to the common room he could kiss the elf. There in the fireplace was Sirius's face, and he didn't look happy.

"And where were you?" The scowling face of his godfather asked.

Harry had the decency to look ashamed when he said he was asleep. With all that was going on he had completely forgot the letter Sirius sent him telling him to be in the common room at this time. "Im sorry Sirius, but with the meeting with Gringotts I completely forgot."

That nullified him from further grumbling, "What did Gringotts want with you? With the few letters I get from Dumbledore, he didn't mention anything about that.". For some odd reason Harry didn't like the mention of Dumbledore, "Nothing you need to worry about Padfoot, neither does Dumbledore. If I promise full disclosure later will you keep it from him?" The mischievous smile his godfather gave him was good enough of an answer.

"Getting back on topic kiddo, the reason why I came to talk to you. How are you dealing with the whole Tri-Wizard Tournament?". Giving a soft smile at how much the man cared, he gave an amused snort. Sirius quirked his eyebrow at that. "Which would you like to hear first, the beauties i've noticed-" Harry paused at this letting Sirius get an old fashioned pervish smirk on his face "Or about how I need to face a dragon for the first task".

Harry couldn't hold it in even if he tried, the look of pure horror after his pause was hilarious. While he was rolling on the floor laughing Sirius just looked at him, "Dragons? Are they mental? Are they trying to kill you?" At the word, kill, Harry stopped laughing, "Thats the assumption that both Dumbledore and Moody have. And in their infinite wisdom has asked me to play as the dancing bait". It was strange seeing a face in a fireplace go pale.

"You can't be serious?" Sirius said breathlessly. Harry shook his head with a smirk, "Of course not, last I checked that was you". This apparently wasn't the thing to say. Sirius looked as though he was going to come out of the fire himself, "Harry, this is serious! You could be harmed, damaged, killed-", Harry couldn't help but cut him off. "or worse, expelled!". 'Maybe I should be checked for sanity, that or i'm just really tired' Harry thought. "Sorry Sirius, it was something Hermione had once said when we went on our first, though accidental, adventure together." That didn't ease him at all.

"Can't you take this in more than just humor, its like you don't care". Harry sat and moved his head to the left, then right, and then looked blankly forward in a thoughtful stare, after a minute Harry spoke. "I guess it's because I don't", seeing the fearful look on Sirius he rushed his explanation, "For the past three years i've nearly died. This is just another year to me". Shrugging he just waited for what Sirius would say, but he never would find out.

At that very moment, a sound of a door opening and footsteps could be heard. Sirius whispered a quick goodbye and his face left the fireplace. Turning to see who came down the stairs, he saw Ron. Smiling Harry got up and walked to him, "What you doing up mate?" He swore he thought he saw a hint of anger, but he promised himself he'd give Ron a chance so he will. "Thought I heard talking." Ron finally said. Turning to look at the fireplace for a quick second he turned back to Ron, "Sorry Ron, was talking to myself. I'm getting antsy about the upcoming first task and was sifting through what little spells I know outloud.

Grumbling an ok and turning back Ron headed up to the steps back to bed. Harry followed behind and laid down in his bed. Staring up, his thoughts were keeping him awake. He hadn't known why he kept meeting Sirius a secret from Ron, yes he was an evil prat in the future but he promised to be a better friend to prevent that. Keeping secrets from Dumbledore also wasn't something he normally did, besides the fact that he was a time-traveler of course. There was a lot of blank reasons for his actions but for the life of him he couldn't say that what he was doing wrong. It was like his instincts were telling him that he was doing it right. Moaning silently, he turned onto his his side and hoped that this time his wonderful sleep won't be interrupted by some hyperactive elf.

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Hogwarts Mess Hall, November 22

Picking at his food, he instead chose to watch Hermione and Ron. Hermione, who chose a balanced breakfast, ate slowly while reading a book; seeing the title he wondered why she would read One Cannot Trust A Potions Masters. 'Maybe she thinks Snape will do something to me' Harry mused to himself. Looking at Ron, he turned back almost instantly, not wanting to see the disgusting way he eats. He looked back down at the breakfast in front of him, that he had only taken a few bites from. About to take another miserable bite, he heard his name being called.

Turning around he saw a small Hufflepuff girl, probably first or second year, with a letter outstretched towards him. Taking it with a thank you her face became red and she ran. "Bloody hell, what was that about" Ron said, thankfully with an empty mouth. Hermione turned to the retreating Hufflepuff girl then back looking at Harry amusingly, "I think you have an admirer". All Harry did to that was groan.

Looking at the letter that was handed to him, he opened it and with a quick glance he knew what it was about. It was a notice to go to the sixth floor for the Weighing of the Wands, at least they thought to notify him this time. Putting the letter in his robe pocket he looked back at his plate, and deciding to abandon it got up and started towards the meeting place. He had nothing better to do at the moment.

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Hogwarts Hallways, November 22

"Hey Harry, wait up."

About to turn the corner to the staircase Harry had stopped and turned his head, seeing Cedric running towards him. Being generous he waited for him.

"Thanks Harry, you heading up the wand ceremony now?" Cedric spoke breathlessly, leaning against the wall to catch a breath. Shrugging Harry answered with a nod. "You do know its not for another hour or so right?". Nodding again he gave a sad smile to Cedric, "Got nothing better to do with the school against me". Cedric looked dejected slightly by that. Turning from him, Harry started walking up the stairs. Cedric began following not far behind.

"No need to look so sad Cedric, its no different than when I was accused of being the 'Heir to Slytherin'". Cedric picked the pace a bit to walk beside Harry, "Well in their defence you are a parseltongue". Harry rolled his eyes and gave a small huff, "And yet they forgot my best friend was a muggleborn and that i'm against bigotry". Cedric had no response to that. With silence, both Harry and Cedric made it to the room. Walking inside the empty room they both found a chair and sat, waiting out till everyone else came.

Hogwarts unused classroom, Sixth floor, November 22

Thinking about everything he needed to get done he didn't realize how much time had passed, but from how Cedric was zoned out it was probably a while. "Hey Cedric" Harry called. Cedric hardly responded and took two more tries before he finally was awake enough to actually look at Harry's direction. "I wanna tell you something so pay attention", it may have sounded rude but he needed to make the point that this was serious.

Cedric shook his head and gave a blank face, showing that he was listening. "Have you been told what the first task is yet?". Cedric shook his violently, "Not a clue Harry and its driving me up the castle walls about it. I mean what could they give us to test our bravery?". Sighing Harry bowed his head, "Its dragons Cedric, they are making us face dragons.".

Fifteen minutes later when the others showed up Cedric got about a quarter of his color back. He didn't take the news well but at least he didn't panic or throw up or something. Looking around the filling room he saw Ollivander, the Skeeter woman and her cameraman, and basically everyone who was supposed to be there. Fleur was still being uppity bitch, for when she was forced to sit next to him she looked like she would rather dance with a troll and moved her head up like she was some princess. Oh how Harry wanted to knock her off her damn pedestal, 'Bill must have been a god of sorts if he was able to make her humble' Harry grumbled mentally.

A few minutes of chatter flowed around the room till Crouch Senior cleared his throat signalling the start of the ceremony. One by one the contestants went up to Ollivander to get their wands checked; the only change that caught Harry's ear was that Fleur admitted that both her mother and grandmother were pure Vella, 'Thought it was only the grandmother?'. Being called, he got up and strode to the wand maker to hand his wand over. Ollivanders hands nitpicked every inch of his wand, occasionally looking at him.

Five minutes go by and Harry was sure he had checked his wand over ten times over while looking at him. Knowledge and past experiences dictated that this was yet again going to be a troublesome endeavor, he mentally cursed the fates that made his life a joke. "Mr. Potter, for you to be in the contest I am going to have to have you come by my shop again. It would seem your want is….faulty". He saw the pained expression from that statement. As the wand was handed back to him he couldn't help but feel sorrow for his wand. It had gone through a war with him, grant it didn't survive the war and he ended up having to use another wand to finish up but this was his first wand. The wand that got shoved in a troll's nose, the one that saved Sirius from the Dementors, and the one that saved his life so many times.

He vaguely heard about coming by after the ceremony. As Ollivander was slowly making his way to the door, that damned woman pounced on this chance. "I think we need a photo of the champions and maybe a few questions for our readers. Lets start with the youngest". As she was about to reach for Harry he manouvered his way next to Ollivander and walked out with him, but as he was about to finish closing the door he couldn't help but to pop his head back in and make a comment. "Im sorry but I don't want to be interviewed; not only am I not a real Twi-Wizard Champion, Hogwarts has Cedric as their champion. Besides, with those seemingly hungry eyes and creepy smile you have looking at me who knows what you might do to me behind closed doors". With that he left for Ollivanders.

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Ollivander's shop, November 22

Stepping into the shop Ollivander quickly closed the blinds and locked the door. Turning back to Harry he motioned him to sit down, which he readily did. "Now Mr. Potter I am to assume you want to know what is wrong with your wand?" Harry nodded with worry. Licking his lips Ollivander sat in a chair across from him and looked him in the eyes. "It would seem your wand it near its end." All Harry did to show he was listening was give a confused face. Sighing, the wand maker mumbled about how it was going to take awhile to explain and went to make tea.

A few minutes pass and with a cup of tea in both of the occupants hands Ollivander continued with his explanation. "You see nothing in life is eternal. Animals, plants, even the land that we walk on has an expiration date. Magic, though powerful, also follows this law. Thats why runes need to be renewed, enchantments need to be replaced, and spells disappear after awhile." He stopped here, giving Harry a chance to ask his questions. "But if thats true then why doesn't boil hexes on people disappear after a while and what about some magical items like the sword of gryffindor?"

"I understand your confusion. You see hexes like that or even the cutting hex, when they affect an object its permanent because it is not the magic that does it." Ollivander smiled at the face Harry was making trying and failing to understand him. "Mr. Potter, a forest fire was caused by the Incendio spell, what started the forest fire?" At this question it seemed to dawn on Harry, "It was the fire, not the magic that brought it." He nodded in satisfaction, but Harry wasn't satisfied. "Then what about objects like the sword and the philosopher's stone?" Putting the finished glass down, Ollivander poured himself another cup, "Powerful magic can last a long time, that doesn't mean its forever. To some things in life eons is merely a second to them." With that he drank his tea, satisfied with what he told.

Looking at his own wand Harry finally understood. The magic that made up his wand, the focus to his own magic, was dying. "Does that mean I need a new wand?" Harry didn't like saying that, it made his mouth taste bitter. Ollivander must have felt the same way because he just nodded his head solemnly. He moved his gaze from his tea the the shelves that held thousands of wands, "Just walk through my store Mr. Potter, and listen to what your magic tells you."

Taking a few minutes to finish his tea, he got up and started wondering the shelves. He would occasionally feel something and the wands would react, though badly. A few zapped him, some burned his hand lightly, some even rolled away from him. The most insulting was a wand that he had felt a strong reaction towards. The whole damn thing, wand and box, had decided to fly away as Harry was about to touch it. He was debating on setting the store on fire with the amount of frustration built up.

'Where the hell am I' Harry thought after a few more minutes of walking. He was wondering, hoping to finally find his wand and now he was lost. How he could get lost in the wand shop he'd never know but all he knew was that he was in a shelving area with boxes that had so much dust that he could sell the dust by a pound a knut and make quite a few galleons from it. "Mr. Potter what are you doing in this section?". Harry jumped and turned to hit the voice when his fist made contact with wood. He was thankful Hermione wasn't there to lecture on his colorful language.

"That was quite the reaction, too quick for someone normal. Though maybe that was more brashness the quick or you would have stopped before hitting the poor wall". Harry just mumbled more insults under his breath. Pain lessened after a few grueling seconds. Looking at Ollivander, he realized that the old man was waiting for a response from his earlier question. "Following my magic like you told me". "I see that, but why this far back, i'm sure your magic reacted to some of the wands closer to the front." Rolling his eyes, he started moving towards another strong reaction. "Most ran away or attacked me, some were ok but they felt….hollow". He took a few turns while he heard mutters of 'curious' behind him. All Harry was hoping for was a wand that worked for him, he could care less what it was.

Making a few more turns, swerving left and right, he finally found the wand that was giving off signals like a cannon firing next to him. The wand boxes were covered in dust, about fifty stacks up and twenty stacks wide he looked trying to figure out which one that was making such a magical racket. He came to the conclusion it was coming from one of three, two near the middle and one near the top right. Picking the three off the shelves he turned to Ollivander, "I got no clue which one, all I know is it could be one of these. Then again maybe all three just might attack me too" Harry said the last with a scowl.

With a glint of the eyes Ollivander snached the boxes out of Harry's hands and motioned to follow. They were at the front desk in under a minute, which made Harry's eyebrow twitch slightly. Laying the wands on his desk, he looked between Harry and the boxes. Choosing one he took it out of the box and handed it to Harry…..who threw it as far as he could and began wiping his hand on his shirt. "That just felt so wrong, I mean ugh" Harry shuddered and took the precaution to move to the other side of the desk to move further from the wand. Ignoring his outburst Ollivander just put another wand out of a box and handed it to him.

Harry smiles, looked at Ollivander and nodded. Ollivander looked at Harry, then the wand, then the back of his store. He turned back to his desk and made a small bundle of folded papers appear out of nowhere. Handing them to Harry he smiled softly, "This is all about your wand Mr. Potter". Putting the papers in his pocket he looked at Ollivander amusingly, "I thought you loved to show your knowledge of each wand?" Being ushered out slowly Ollivander looked down at Harry and chuckled. "Oh I do Mr. Potter, but it's kind of hard to tell about a wand that I didn't make." This stopped Harry. "Yes, the wand you chose, though in my shop, was not made by me."

Before he could ask Harry was outside of the shop in Diagon Alley. Giving one last look at Harry, Ollivander spoke in a soft sad tone. "Please take care of that wand Mr. Potter, though I didn't make it, it's still an Ollivander wand". Closing the doors, Harry just stood there.

He looked at his wand, then at Ollivander's, then at the wand again.

First time travel, then the chaos in his mind, afterwards the mystery from Gringotts, and know this. Harry hoped for no more surprised, he knew better than that though.