It's Up to Me
Chapter 04
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While he is in the knock-turn alley, he pays close attention to everything. For his safety, Dobby accompanied him to the knock-turn alley while remaining unseen. He was unable to use his wand. And being aware of his safety, he inhaled deeply and took a step forward to the shop that had a board with a wand on it. There was no mention of a name. Harry assumed that it must be the wand shop Dobby mentioned. Harry entered the shop while feeling uneasy. The inside walls were painted a dark brown color. It was nothing like Mr.Olivenders. There were no long shelves with wands. Harry noticed a wand was being polished by an elderly man who was standing close to a few candles. The man gave him a glance after spotting him. It seemed as though the man was peering into his soul. Harry shuddered.
"Lord Potter, it seems you are one of lady magic's favorites." The man had a deep and powerful voice. Harry remained silent since he was at a loss for words.
"Come." Harry followed the man deeper inside the store. A lengthy desk filled with numerous items can be seen near the wall.
"Lord Potter, let your magic wander. It will determine what you need."
With his eyes closed, Harry reached his magical core. He let out a brief burst of power and focused it on the table. In an instant, Harry's magic caused six items to levitate. And then the six items were collected by the man.
"Young lord. Please return within two hours. Your wand will be ready."
After giving a hesitating nod, Harry hurried out of the shop. Thinking about what to do next, he whispered to Dobby to take him back to Hogwarts.
After two hours, Harry returns to Knockturn Alley to retrieve his wand. He checked his clocked nervously. His wand composed of six unidentified items. As a result, he is unsure of the kind of wand he will get. He paused for a moment before entering. The unnamed elderly man watched as his eyes opened wide with shine as soon as he spotted him.
"Lord Potter, your wand is ready. Follow me."
Harry followed the old guy to the back of his shop. The man pulled out a box from a drawer. Harry's heart began to beat rapidly the moment he noticed the box. He almost detected a connection between the wand and himself. He might have simply imagined seeing it. The man slowly opened the box while beaming widely. Harry's breath caught in his throat as soon as he lay eyes on the stunning wand in front of him. It was magnificent.
It was a combination of dark and light brown. On the head of the wand, a tiny white and blue Ice Phoenix carved in beautifully. It has its tail coiled around the wand. He reached out to grab his wand without giving it any thought. Harry gently gripped the wand in his fingers. It was pretty warm. He felt a sense of belonging, as if everything had finally been completed. He lost his vision for a moment due to the intense orange glow emerging from his wand.
"A truly powerful match. Your wand, My Lord, is one-of-a-kind. Thirteen and a half inches in length, with woods of Alder, Hornbeam, and vine, and cores of Thunderbird Feather, Werewolf hair, and Horned Serpent horn." The elder man beamed widely.
"Alder is an unyielding wood and a devoted companion. The alder wand type excels in non-verbal spell work among all wand types. And the hornbeam only chooses one life partner. It can't be passed on to someone else. Faster than nearly any other wand, hornbeam wands will develop a unique personality from their owner. It will absorb whatever code of honour their owner may have and will refrain from acting in a way that is incompatible with their master's values, whether those actions are good or bad. This wand was very well-tuned and self-aware.
The vine wood is one of the less common sorts, and I've been amused to discover that their owners are almost always those witches or wizards who seek a bigger purpose, have a vision beyond the ordinary, and frequently shock people who think they know them best. Vine wands appear to be particularly drawn to people with complex personalities; they are, in my experience, the most adept at promptly spotting a potential match.
Wands with Thunderbird tail feather cores can sense danger and throw curses on themselves, just like the birds from which the feathers are obtained. And werewolf cores do frequently join forces with a powerful owner who possesses strength, bravery, and loyalty. With Charms, Werewolf Hair works wonderfully.
Wands crafted from Horned Serpent Horn have great strength and can cast powerful spells, depending on the user's ability. They vibrate when Parseltongue is spoken close to them, since they are Parseltongue-sensitive, and they can alert their owners to danger by releasing a low musical tone. These wands were rumored to only bond with one user throughout the course of their existence, but for the time being, this is just a rumor."
When the long speech was over, the man stood there and observed his reaction. The warmth flowing through his body rendered him speechless as he stared up at the man. They stood there for a considerable amount of time just staring at one another. Harry's strained voice finally broke the silence.
"I… Err… Thank you for your explanation. H… How much does the wand cost?" Harry questioned.
"145 Galleons." With amusement, the man responded. Harry nodded, also getting a wand holster while thinking about the expensive wand in his hand.
He looked down at the wand in his hand. That is an extremely powerful wand. Why does he always seem to experience these types of things? Hence he realised that he did not need an extra wand. He somewhat concerned that the wand would reject him if he used another wand. He shuddered at the thought. But he will cherish his first wand, even if it no longer works for him.
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Hermione being okay made him extremely glad. She is one of her first friends despite his knowledge that he needs better friends. He doesn't like to see them hurt. After all, they're allowed to make mistakes as he has.
For either of them, it won't be simple. Relationships with friends can also fail at times. They can, however, still be friendly. He also hopes that Hermione and Ron can make new friends.
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His body became tense as he narrowed his eyes when he spotted Mrs Weasley at King's Cross Station. Yet, he attempted to remain cool and smile. Most likely, she came to get Percy. Percy wants to remain until the end of the school year.
"Harry dear, Thank you again. You saved my Ginny." With her usual motherly tone, Mrs Weasley embraced him and said.
'Stay calm. Be cool.' He murmured in his head.
"You're welcome, Mrs.Weasley. I really should go. Uncle Vernon is probably waiting for me."
"Oh, that man..." She huffed, after releasing him.
"Well go on, Harry dear. Remember to write." She said with a small smile.
"Will do," he shouted as he ran into the wall.
He found his uncle Vernon waiting for him, along with Hermione and her parents. Hermione's parents smiled at him while Uncle Vernon grunted when he saw him.
"Harry…" He received a brief hug from Hermione.
"Hermione.."
"We're travelling to France, so I'll write as much as I can." Hermione exclaimed.
"Okay. safe journey"
"Thanks, Harry. Bye " While leaving with her parents, she waved at him. He waved back at her.
"Well… Boy, let's go!"
Word Count : 1341
Authors Note :
I hope I did a good job. I appreciate your support. I'll update weekly.
Just a reminder that English is not my first language. If this isn't your type of story, please skip it. You're welcome to point
