CHAPTER 6
(Stay like this, forever)
Harry and Elijah reached the narrow, shabby, and worn. Peeling gold letters over the door that read 'Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC.' A tinkling bell could be heard somewhere in the depth of the store. A tiny place, except the spindly chair and shelved boxes that go over through the beck of the store. Harry felt strange, in a way that reminds him of a library managed by a strict librarian. The prickling on his nape, and the tangible—almost visible—aura of magic did not help the very least.
"Good afternoon" came from a soft voice from the back of the store, hidden by the unending layers of boxes. Harry jumped in shock, while Elijah remained unnerved. An old man approached them, stopping just in front of Harry. The man has a slight thin frame covered in dark-colored robes, with wide pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.
"Hello." Harry greeted awkwardly. "Ah, yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems like only yesterday when she was in her herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inch long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work." Mr. Ollivander moved a little closer to Harry, making the other occupant in the room take a protective stance. "Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power, and excellent for transfiguration. It's no surprise, really. Potters are known for their depth affiliation to that branch of magic, after all. Well, I say your father favored it—it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."
By now, Mr. Ollivander had come so close to Harry, that they were nose-to-nose. Harry could see his reflection on those misty pale eyes of his. "And that's where…" Mr. Ollivander touched the delicate flesh of lightning scar. Elijah's growl could be heard by now, the original itching to rip the man's arm off. "Do not fear, Mr. I have no intention of harming him." Ollivander defended, taking a precautious step-back.
"Then best advice that you keep your hands off, Mr. Ollivander. Or you will have it no more" Elijah warned. Although he sensed no hostile intention from the man, he would not let his guard down. Witches are witches, and he's had a fair share of experience with them.
"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it." Ollivander said softly. "Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands." Ollivander turned to Elijah and spoke, "Greetings, Sir," the old man said with a curtsy. "You look young for what I sense." If Elijah is shocked, he doesn't seem to let it show. "Vampirism suits you well." Ollivander said, then turned his whole attention to Harry again. "Well now—Mr. Poterr, let me see. He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"
"The right sir." Was Harry's response. Mr. Ollivander measured Harry from shoulder to finger, wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and then around his head. All the while giving Harry the wand trivia.
After measuring, Ollivander gave Harry a beechwood and dragon heartsring wand, and was instructed to give it a go. Harry swished the wand but Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once. Ollivander handed another, and snatches it immediately. Another. Another. Another. Another. And another.
After what felt like hours, Mr. Ollivander seems to realize something. "I wonder… Yes, it could be. Holly Phoenix Feathers 11 inches, nice and supple." He muttered, handing Harry the piece of wood.
Upon touching the piece of wood, Harry knew then that it was the right wand for him. He felt warm with the first contact of wood, and then sparks came out of it, acting like fireworks from the night sky. The warmth though did not last that verry long as he started to feel an emptiness with the wand. It's like it is the right one but not quite. The sparks had been long gone and replaced by a deep red light. Without any warnings, the wand in his hand exploded, cutting his palm in the process.
Elijah reacted on instinct; holding Harry's hand as gentle as he could. He took the piece of wood from Harry's bleeding palm, shooting a death glare at the owner of the shop; demanding an explanation.
"Not to worry, Mr. The wand chooses the wizard, it just seems to happen that although the core is right, the wood is not entirely. Which explains why it exploded yet not entirely. It could be that it thinks you are best suited with bi-wooden wand. A mixture of Holly, and… hold on" Ollivander said as he went to the back of his shop. He came back later, carrying a tray with rows of woods laid on top of a fabric. "Now, Mr. Potter. Stick your palm out, and let it hover over these woods," Ollivander said, offering the tray to Harry. "Pick the piece that has the strongest pull towards you."
Harry did as he was instructed, hovering his hand over the pieces of woods. He did not notice the change of demeanor of his father. After a few waves, he picked up a slight gray, brown wood. It looks ancient, a bit eerie if you ask him. He handed the wood to Ollivander, earning two variations of reaction: Ollivander preening with glee, and Elijah taking a step back.
"Ahh… White Oak Wood! Bravo Mr. Potter, you truly are a curious one. Having a Phoenix Feather as your core is powerful enough. Owners of this cores are capable of the greatest range of magic. Paired with an unusual Holly wood, one of the rarest in the magical world. It is known to be protective, most likely to those who need help in overcoming a tendency to anger. And now, another rare one. There's not much of White Oak to this day, in fact, this is my only stock. It is a binding wood, Mr. Potter." The wandmaker babbled. He extended his palm to Elijah, signaling for him to hand the wand over. "It will most likely ever answer to you Mr. Potter. I expect great things from you, Harry Potter. Such a wand could never fall in the hands of evil. But not to worry, I think you're the last to become one."
He turned around and examined the pieces. "Normally, it would take longer for me to make the wand. But the wand already chose the binder Mr. Potter. With your blood as an anchor and binding, it will mend itself immediately." He Finished talking and put the pieces together. The White Oak making contact with the Holly Phoenix Feather, coated with Harry's blood. I made itself just like the appearance of the original wand, but the carvings are slightly different, together with the slight crimson hue of that coild around the wand.
Unnoticed b Harry and Ollivander, Elijah's internally having a crisis. Having face the only thing that could kill him—baring Marcel—but that's out of the equation. He's not afraid to die, that's for sure. But he has a son to protect, and he could not afford to die, not yet, not now… not ever? Concluding his mind, he is afraid to die. He'd be damned to let himself get killed and leave his son alone. No. Not after finally getting what he so long desired. Having a child of his own. And Harry is his, through blood and all.
So, to avoid suspicions, he reigned his inner turmoil in his usual cool composure.
After paying, the two left the shop. Elijah's recent worries out the window, he won't let that ruin this day for them both.
They went to the magical animal shop 'Eyelops Owl Emporium', where Elijah started the series of gifts, he had prepared by giving Harry a snowy owl, to which his son named Hedwig.
Elijah then dragged Harry to Twilfitt and Tattings, even with Harry insisting that he did not need new clothes, much ore to a branded one.
After that clothing shop, Elijah and Harry went to Muggle London. The original vampire took Harry on another clothing store, buying him another pile, much to the kid's ire. They then returned to Diagon alley, heading back to Gringotts Bank and meeting with Bloodrean.
"Now that the two of you are here, we will proceed to serious business. The reading of Mr. Potter-Mikaelson's Last Will and Testament," The goblin then stood up, gesturing for the other two to take a seat. Bloodrean pulled out an envelope, eying the two before opening it.
"The Reading of the Last Will and Testament of James Charlus Potter"
Being of sound mind and body, and under no influence of any potion or curse. I, James Charlus Potter, Lord to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, do hereby declare this to be my last will and testament. Rendering all previous wills null and void, this 5th day of October, 1981 AD.
In the unfortunate event that, I die before my wife, Lily Potter nee Evans, Lady of House Potter. All my possessions are to be passed down to her, and she is to become regent of House Potter, until my son, Harry James Potter, reaches the age of maturity. All property of the House Potter will be under her name with the exception of the main Potter Vault 320, which will be frozen until such time that my sole heir is of age.
To Lily, I leave a personal message:
"I am ever so sorry, Lily Flower. If I died doing something stupid, then that was the moment that took me. If died fighting in the war, then accept my deepest regret that I could not keep my word to survive. No war will ever worth you and Harry. Accept my failures and shortcomings."
In the event that I die after my wife, I bequeath the following to occur:
Sirius Orion Black, estranged heir to the House of Black, is to take possession of the Potter Cottage in Godric's Hollow. He, as a brother in all but blood to me, is to receive a set of monthly payments of 50 000 worth of galleons for the next 70 months. Please accept this in honor of my memory.
To Remus John Lupin, my closest friend for many years. I leave 250 000 galleons. Accept it Moony, buy yourself new clothes, live your life.
To Peter Pettigrew, I leave 50 000 galleons, use it well my friend.
In the events that I die together with my wife, I leave the care of my son to Sirius Orion Black, as the sworn oath godfather of my son. Send out Aurors to conduct a search party for Peter Pettigrew, for he had knowingly then betrayed us to Voldemort. What amount have I given him would be would be void if this is the case that happens.
To my son, Harry James Potter, I leave him everything I have, including what possessions my wife has, following the corresponding events that follows.
I left him a letter, attached to the last page of this Will
In the event that the person I appointed is not eligible to care for my son, the possible guardians are as follows:
Remus John Lupin (Uncle)
Alice Longbottom (Godmother)
Frank Longbottom (Godfather)
Minerva McGonagall (Hogwarts Professor, a friend, a distant relative)
Under any circumstances, my son will NOT end up in the care of his Muggle relative Petunia and Vernon Dursley.
End of my Will
Dated: August 5 1981
James Charlus Potter
Harry listened intently, eyes getting glossier as the goblin read further. The follow up reading of his mother's will did not help either.
As the reading ends, Bloodrean handed James' letter to Harry. Lily's message was read together with the will, so Harry didn't have much privacy reading that.
Opening the letter, Harry reads:
Dear Harry,
My son, prongslet, bambie, angel, little emerald. I'm sorry…
Harry checked a sob as he reached that part.
"Dad… I can't" Harry's voice broke as he turns to Elijah, the only one who could make him feel better. His dad will make him feel better.
Upon the call of Harry, Elijah immediately embraced Harry in a comforting hug, patting his back, in hopes of offering consolation. He looked at the goblin, who understood the need of privacy. When Harry heard the door close, he let the dam flow.
Elijah pulled his son on his lap, hugging him tighter as he whispers words of comfort. He doesn't like seeing his son go through this. Not for any twisted reasons. Not for pain at all.
"W-why did they have to l-leave so soon?" Harry hiccupped. "I don't know, sweetheart. I don't know…" was Elijah's answer. "It's my fault" Harry said.
"Do not dare to continue that sentence, Harry." Elijah said, rubbing circles on his son's back. The action made Harry burry his face on the juncture of Elijah's neck and shoulder, and Elijah felt his suit get damp. "None of it is to blame on you, not in any way" Elijah soothed. "They died bravely, protecting you from that man who name himself the most powerful darklord, but couldn't make himself a nose" that made Harry smile, if only for a little bit.
"How'd you know dad?"
"I saw it in your memories. Every nightmare you have, I always end up seeing them" Elijah said, soothing Harry's hair with his right, while the other wiped a lone tear that escaped Harry's eyes.
It wasn't long before the goblin came back, and started taking out another set of letters. Pulling out one he says "As you both knows, due to the unfortunate death of the former Lord Potter, young Mr. Potter is rendered as the last Potter to claim ownership of the line." Bloodrean shot a glance at the two. "In normal circumstances, an heir can get their heirship ring when they reach the age of 15, and if the current Lord passes, they can only claim the Lordship title when they came of age." The goblin then turned the paper to the next page "On the contrary, since Mr. Potter is the last of his line, he wiuld be able to claim the heirship ring upon reaching the age of 11. This law had been enacted a centuries ago to protect, and prevent lines from going extinct. The heirship ring provides protection to the wearer, in cases someone try to do harm on them. The protection has its limitations though, but not to worry, it would be enough."
"For further accommodation," the goblin continued "Harry Potter would be able to claim the Potter Manor as his property, but he will need his guardian to handle all the things necessary. The main family vaults are still unavailable for him to touch until he comes of age and claims the Lordship. Any other assets that he will have access on from now on would be monitored by you, Mr. Mikaelson." Bloodrean handed the papers to Elijah, who took them in his suit.
"Claim the Potter Manor?" Elijah asked.
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson. Young Mr. Potter would need all the information he can to learn and study his family heritage. There are also grimoires in their property to help him learn how to practice Family Magic." Was the goblin's response. "I'll ask for an audience of you sometime next week, as I assume that you still have things to do today that to actually visit the Potter Manor as of the moment"
Bloodrean handed the box containing the ring, to Harry, and asked him to sign a few documents. As the meeting ends, Harry and Elijah bid their goodbyes "May your vault flow with golds" that earned "And your enemies on their knees" as a response.
Later that day finds Harry in his father's bedroom, getting a few more present from Elijah. They had dinner earlier, and Harry had received some clothes from Tiberias as his present. "You really went overboard this time, Dad" Harry said, as he continued to unwrap more.
"Hush now, Harry. This is the last three" Elijah brushed off Harry's remark. He handed a large box to Harry, who looked gobsmacked.
Harry opened the box to find a new pair of shoes. He didn't have time to set the box down before he was handed with another one, smaller this time. He tore the wrapper and revealed a black leather box that has gold intricate designs on it. He opened the box and saw a set of jewelry: a bangle and an earring. Both are made of gold; the bracelet is patterned with white intricate snake scales that go around the bangle, and has a blue diamond acting as the eye. The earring on the other hand is designed as a snaked, formed as a hook-on for the wearer's ear without requiring an ear pierced. It is engraved with white snake scale pattern, with a green diamond as the eye.
"Try it on" Elijah encouraged.
Harry put on the bangle, which snapped on his wrist, and magically adjusted at the right size. He put on the earring, to which slithered around his ear to adjust the right size. Harry conjured a mirror to see his reflection. And quite frankly, it suits him, Elijah's comment more than supports his verdict.
"It's beautiful, Dad. Thank you!" Harry said, in gratitude. He was about to take them off when both pieces of jewelry glowed. He yelped when something shot out from both of them: One landing on his arm, and the other coiling around his neck, making him panic. His panic didn't last though, as he recognized his pet snakes.
"What in Merlin's beard…" he shot a questioning glance at his father, whom by now is chuckling at the expense of his son's reaction.
"I had them custom made by the goblins," Elijah explained, taking Lilith from Harry's arm. "I asked them to put and enchant a clear diamond to match whoever's coloring." He continued while ruffling his son's hair.
True enough, the diamond from the bangle is now clear, indicating that the one from the earring is clear now too. "They are also enchanted by an activation word to make them go in and out. Which reminds me, you still need to set them up"
Harry just sighed in defeat, "Dad, you didn't have to" Harry reasoned, which was dismissed again.
"I wish to" was all his father's response.
"I don't need this much though…"
"I will hear nothing of this matter again." Elijah gave a look that left no space for argument. "On top of that, it will also grant you the ability to take them with you at Hogwarts without drawing much of an attention." He gave Harry a side hug, handing him the last box. His son opened it to reveal a watch. Not just any watch, Elijah's watch.
"Dad, I-I can't take this." Harry insisted, hand the watch back to his father. Elijah gently pushed the watch back to Harry, silencing Harry's opening mouth with his finger. "You're not taking anything, sweetheart. I'm giving it to you" that made Harry's eyes water, from the endearment or his father's words, he doesn't know, and he doesn't care. Harry buried his face on his father's side, hiding his crying face to the world.
Elijah put his finger on Harry's chin and raise his face up. "Never doubt what you can or cannot have. I will give it to you, as long as I can."
"But it's your favorite"
"All the more reason why I have another pair." Elijah replied, showing the exact same watch on his wrist. "Happy 11th Birthday, Harry. My son, my everything" he said, with conviction.
"I wish we can just stay like this, forever" was all Harry's answer before he hugged his father.
"I desire the same thing for myself, son"
A/N: Hi people, mwehe. been a month eh, sorry? ig.
really okay, I'm sorry for the late update TT, forgive me.
Ps: the next chapter will be finally be the start of Harry attending Hogwarts :)
beware though that there might be things that you will not like, and i'm appologizing for it now. Just trust the process, please?
to 'rsroar1017' thank you! to answer your question, if I put Harry in Griffyndor, Ron and Hermione will be his friends. As for Cedric ;) and ofcourse, Harry will put Snape in his place, just as he will to Dubmledore.
to 'I REALLY HATE EIRY YUKI': No, I don't see Snape and Elijah seeing eye to eye. Sorry, It just feels like it would be anti-climactic.
