Alright!! I'm trying to move towards a better upload schedule, I'll try to go for every Wednesday and see how that goes, it'll start next week(2/12/25)

"Normal speech"

'Thinking'

'Tom Riddle'

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He never thought he'd have to see them again, those piercing ruby red eyes. Just thinking about them made him remember... Things he'd rather not. Outside, Snape was trying to keep a calm facade, however in his inner mind, his occlumency was useless to calm the turmoil.

Now holding a sleeping Harry Potter in his arms, as Aurors swarmed him asking questions, they even tried to take Harry once, however the glare that Severus gave quite easily changed that.

Before Serverus had to threaten another Auror, Ripjaw came by and dragged the two of them into his office. "I leave for 5 minutes to get the Potter heir ring, and I come back to a destroyed Gringotts, The knowledge that apparently the last Heir of House Potter is an obscurus, and Aurors swarming him."

Severus stayed quiet as he tried to calm himself, the burning on his left arm wasn't helping, "I... I felt his presence, I saw his eyes..." Snape recounts with a look of horror on his face, "Riddle, correct? You might know him as Voldemort." "Yes... How did.." Ripjaw slowly walks over to the two, and glides his hand across Harry's scar.

"Heir Potter, Is that man's Horcrux."

They were almost finished with shopping, Snape had been oddly quiet since the event of the bank, Harry didn't remember much, Just a cold and dark void. He shivered at the thought, He noticed Snape had kept on glancing at him, he didn't comment on it, he didn't want Snape to hate him because he thought he was nosy.

Snape suddenly stopped, Harry looked up at the sign of the store in front of them.

Olivanders

Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 BC

"One moment please! I'll be right there!" Was the first thing Harry heard when he walked in the door, Snape had left him alone for this, Harry looked around the dusty shop, boxes covering the walls, a few empty spider webs scattered around. An old man with an odd aura around him appeared around the corner, "Ahh, I was wondering when I'd see you, Mr Potter" "How did you know my name?" Harry asked genuinely surprised, "Well, your family has bought wands from my family since they've been in England, you look just like James and Lily, mostly James, but you have your mothers eyes, her hair was red like the streaks in yours too" The old wandcrafter answered.

"Oh... Right... Wait you knew my parents?!" "I did not mean to get your hopes up, I met them only a couple times, and very briefly, your father favored mahogany, 11", and a unicorn hair core, good for transfiguration. Your mother on the other hand, head favored Willow, 10 1/4, Phoenix feather core, excellent for charms."

"What would mine be?" "That Mr Potter, is an excellent question, and the one we will be answering today"

Mr Olivander quickly became handing him wands, The first one was quickly taken away, when he flicked the second one, a nearby pot exploded, finally after many many wands, "Tricky customer, eh? Do not worry Mr Potter, we will find your wand," Olivander said reassuringly, though the first part made Harry a bit skeptical. Finally, many more wands later "I wonder..." "Wonder what?" Olivander soon came over with a new wand, "Holly, 11", Phoenix Tailfeather core" Harry slowly grabbed it, he felt that Olivander was sure about this for some reason.

He felt nothing, no feeling of magic, no sudden rush of emotions. Ollivander stood there confused, "but Dumbledore said... Nevermind" he whispered, he quickly took the wand from Harry and began searching his shop for another wand. Harry felt as if he wasn't supposed to hear what the old man whispered, 'Just who is dumbledore, and why does everyone think he knows everything?' Harry filed away the thought for a later time, he looked around again, he didn't know why, but he felt as if something was calling him. He looked around the shop to see a wand box on a top shelf. "Mr Olivander?" Harry hesitatingly called out "What about that one?" Harry asked pointing it.

"That wand? It's been in my family's possession for nearly 300 years, why do you ask?" "I don't know, it just feels important" Harry said, important was an understatement, it felt as if every cell in his body was screaming at him to grab it, Ollivander looked perplexed, then a look of realization beamed across his face. "Could it be.." Ollivander quickly pulled the wand from it's casr, "Go on, grab it"

Harry wrapped his hand around the smooth handle of the wand, he felt a surge of power, as if lightning was flowing through his veins, He could have sworn he heard the screech of an eagle. Unknown to Harry, a large storm had suddenly appeared over top of Diagon Alley, large amounts of magic radiating from it, reports would later come in, of a giant bird seen inside of the storm clouds.

"I'll be... Mr Potter, that wand has been in my family's possession for 300 years, many people have tried, but it accepted none of them. It is an extremely picky wand, extremely powerful too, we can expect great things from you. Never thought I'd see the day, Elder wood, 12 1/4", Thunderbird tail feather core."

For lack of words, Harry could best describe his experience and that wand shop that fateful day, as eventful. As he walked along side Snape, who had left him to get potion ingredients, he was almost finished with his shopping. They had one last stop, he looked up at the store sign, "Magical Menagerie?" Harry asked aloud. "You have to get your owl, cat, or toad somehow." That was the first thing Snape had said to him since the bank.

As they walked in Harry looked around, seeing anything from cats to... Some kind of crab with a tail made of fire? Harry was starting to realize, the magical world has pretty weird things. Snape had told him to walk around and pick one out, not many of the animals had called to him, other than that Snowy Owl, that one was pretty.

Harry was distracted as he walked through the shop, his eye on the ring now adorned on his hand, the Potter family's crest proudly on it. He would have stayed that way for quite a while, if he did not bump into somebody. "S-sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going" Harry looked up, cold, ash gray eyes staring at his own emerald green. The man had long white hair meeting down at his dark, black, silk robes. "Well what do we have here?" The man said, as he adjusted his cane, adorned on the cane, was a snake's head made of silver. Harry felt as if the eyes of the man before him, were piercing through his very soul.

Hope y'all liked this chapter! I have big things planned for the next one, dw! Nebula out!