A week later Harry Potter journeyed to the Leaky Cauldron alone, when he reached Mr Ollivander's store a bushy haired girl was trying wands and Harry noted that the pile of wands next to her was far smaller than his had been.

Mr. Ollivander held up one finger in the universal sign of "In a moment" and handed another wand to the girl, Harry knew it was the one for her as her magic rushed through it easily as evident by the golden sparks that left the wand.

The girl's parents who Harry had not noticed beside her paid Mr. Ollivander for the wand and turned to go, the girl noticed him and exclaimed "Oh, hello, are you here to buy your wand too?"

Harry thought it a bit silly to ask this as the only thing this shop sold was wands so obviously he was here for a wand, but he thought that might be seen as rude so instead he replied with "Yes, Mr. Ollivander said it would be done by now" and looking past the girl at Ollivander he was pleased to see the man nod.

"Oh, why didn't you just buy one of the premade wands?" she asked, cocking her head to the side

"Because they didn't work for me?" Harry was quite confused as to what she wanted from him

"So you got one made for you? That must have been very expensive, I wonder if it would be better to get a wand made for me"

"Uh" this girl seemed to have learnt the ability to talk without needing to stop for breath, it was a new experience for somebody to be enthusiastic while talking to Harry. He was at a loss as to how to respond.

Luckily for him Ollivander stepped in and said "The fault lay with me Ms Granger so it was of no additional cost to himself and as you are still learning a wand built for you would lose its connection, and thus power, quickly as you mature and change. On that note here is your wand Mr Potter"

He handed Harry a wand box, but unlike the boxes on the shelves this box was black with an elaborate bronze swirling pattern, along the side of the box Harry's name had been carefully written. When he opened the box his eyes first caught the dark blue lining before he saw his wand.

The wand itself was light silver while the handle was a much darker shade, where the handle met the body of the wand the dark silver continued upwards as if it was absorbing the lighter silver.

Harry felt like the wand was singing just for him, he reached out to it and before he could even touch it magic sparked from him into his wand. It jumped from the box into his open hand and spat out a shower dark green sparks, the shop shook with the power released then and some of the boxes on the shelf started smoking.

The song which Harry had noticed on his first visit rose to a crescendo as each wand in the store sang loudly and to Harry it sounded like his wand was leading the choir of magic.

Ollivander clapped happily and with a wave of his hand cleared the smoke and put to right the minor damage done, "Well done Mr. Potter, it's been many years since I've had a reaction that strong within the shop!"

"Will that happen every time I hold it?" Harry asked, as cool as it had been Harry thought it would get inconvenient quickly.

"Perhaps after extended periods apart but so long as you don't leave it for months on end you should be fine, although I suspect that wand will always be eager to be with you Mr Potter." Ollivander said warmly

"You're… you're Harry Potter!" the girl said, pointing at him

"Hermione, it is rude to point" her mother admonished her

"How do you know my name?" Harry asked cautiously, as far as he was aware very few people knew of him, more than once he had to remind a teacher what his name actually was.

"You're famous, there's an entire shelf dedicated to you in the book shop here. I haven't gotten to read all of them yet but what I have read is amazing." For the first time she actually stopped to take a breath and Harry was amazed to see she barely paused before diving right back into her questions

"Is it true you killed a dragon at 6 and saved the eleven princess at 8? How about the spells you have made? Will you teach me some or at least how to make my own spells?"

"Erm… I haven't done any of that… I didn't even know I could do magic until I was 7 years old" Harry stammered out, he just wanted to pay Mr. Ollivander and leave but the girl was standing between them and he didn't think pushing her out of the way would leave a good impression.

Fortunately once again Ollivander seemed to detect his plight and loudly said "That will be 10 Galleons Mr Potter" after handing over the 10 golden coins he made to leave the store hoping to just be able to leave and go home in peace.

It was not to be however as the girl followed beside him, her parents following behind them.

"So you knew about magic by 7? That must have been so fantastic I only learnt when I got my letter but this was the earliest we could finish my shopping… What is it like to be brought up in the wizarding world? I expect I will need to learn a lot!"

"I wasn't brought up in the wizarding world, I was brought up by my Aunt and Uncle, I just read fiction books about magic and taught myself" Harry said uneasily, he didn't like talking about his childhood.

"Can you show me some magic? Please"

Sighing to myself, Harry concentrated and made a galleon rise out his pocket to float above his hand, it was then joined by a further 3 coins. Once he had the coins stable Harry then made them dance around each other, despite the simplicity of the magic it still made him extremely happy that he was able to do it.

Hermione seemed to agree as she looked on amazed and Harry found he liked sharing his love of magic, he just wished the girl wouldn't talk so much.

"That's amazing" she sighed "and you're doing it without a wand too"

"How would I have learnt to do it with a wand?" He asked incredulous "you just saw me buy it"

"Oh… of course, I guess it would be much easier to do it with a wand though, I expect it's quite tiring to maintain that right?"

"I suppose it might be" Harry agreed, shifting slightly as he walked "I've just gotten used to doing it. I guess I just don't notice the drain anymore."

With that Harry stopped the coins and returned them to his pocket, as if sensing his use of magic his wand twitched in his pocket so he summoned it and started playing with it instead.

Hermione was stunned as this scrawny boy did what her books had told her was impossible, they said that only the most powerful of wizards could do wandless magic and that it would take a great deal of energy to make something float and move even with a wand.

Yet this boy in sewn together clothing didn't even realise it was meant to be nearly impossible! When they left the tavern Harry bid them a hasty farewell and ran off towards his uncle's work.

The Granger family looked after him, Hermione was still trying to process how he knew so much more than her and yet played it off like it was nothing. Her parents however looked after him out of concern, he seemed too quiet and shy compared to other children.

They then looked down at Hermione and figured he might not be like that normally and was just overwhelmed by their daughter and waved their concerns away.

When the Grangers got home Hermione attempted to get one of her coins to float but no matter how hard she wished it to move the coin wouldn't shift at all, in frustration she touched her wand while still focusing and the coin shot up into the ceiling.

Her mother popped her head into her room and asked "What was that darling?"

"Oh nothing, I dropped a book" Hermione thanked everything she had that her mother hadn't looked up and saw bottom of the gold coin which had embedded itself almost the entirely into her ceiling.