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I am extremely sorry for the delay in this chapter as i was having doubts on my skills as a writer and took longer than i expected to write a decent chapter though i know that a lot of you will think the chapter is extremely short which is true but i cannot make them longer before the start of third year as i have an idea.
Ch3-Forging The Wands
"What will I do now?" asked Harry.
"We will teach you things you need to know and train you in magic as you seem to be extremely behind on education that should have been given to you from a young age." Salazar said while looking him up and down.
"Sit down in the library and we will start from the beginning of the wizarding families and Wizengamot as you currently have 1 active and 3 inactive seats on the Wizengamot." Rowena said looking towards a gate which Harry assumed to be the library and started walking towards it.
Upon entering, towering bookshelves—carved from ancient, rune-inscribed wood—stretch toward a ceiling enchanted to reflect the constellations as they appeared a thousand years ago. Floating candles cast a warm, golden glow, illuminating scrolls of forgotten magic, grimoires bound in dragonhide, and tomes humming with latent power.
Each Founder's influence is unmistakable:
Godric Gryffindor's wing houses battle spells, dueling strategies, and accounts of legendary magical creatures. A scabbard worthy of the Sword of Gryffindor hanging on the entry.
Rowena Ravenclaw's section contains the rarest knowledge—books that shift their contents depending on the reader's intelligence, shelves that rearrange themselves to present the next logical step in a scholar's journey. A jewellery box adorned with jewels to keep the diadem in it.
Salazar Slytherin's archives delve into Parseltongue magic, bloodline rituals, potions, and the cunning arts of deception and power. A snape engraved on the front of the shelves.
Helga Hufflepuff's domain is a haven of practical magic—healing arts, and the oldest records of wandlore. A badger carved into the wood of the shelves.
Harry sat down on a big ebony wooden table in the centre the room horizontally but next to a wall vertically. The wall had the portraits of the founders in which they were just coming.
"Ok, Please start keeping in mind that I don't know anything about magic except from what's taught to me in the school."
Salazar said "Let me start. So, to keep it simple for you let me start with a timeline. Hogwarts was set up around 1100. Merlin came and started the division of wizarding world from muggle world because of the killings of wizards and in retaliation muggles under the era of King Arthur At around 1200. The ministry was set up and the statute of secrecy was implemented with the help of sacred 28 and merlin around 1300 . Any questions?"
"Wizengamot?" Harry wondered not sure if it was a question or a topic altogether.
"The Wizengamot is the governing and judicial body of the British wizarding world, originally intended as a council of the wisest and most powerful witches and wizards. It oversees magical law, holds trials, and makes legislative decisions. Over time, it became dominated by noble houses and political factions, shifting from a merit-based council to an oligarchic institution." Rowena said.
"The Wizengamot is divided into several parts.
Most Ancient & Most Noble Houses (MAMN) – Highest-ranking families with 7 votes each. (Potter, Peverell, Black, Longbottom, Malfoy, Slytherin, Gryffindor)
Most Ancient & Noble Houses (MAN) – Prominent old families with 3 votes each.
(Abbott, Greengrass, Macmillan, Carrow, Ollivander, Lestrange, Bones)
Ancient & Most Noble Houses (AMN) – Influential but slightly lower-ranked families with 3 votes each.
(Weasley, Dumbledore, Rosier, Burke, Travers, Selwyn, Flint)
Ancient & Noble Houses (AN) – Lesser but still noble families with 2 votes each.
(Moody, Shacklebolt, Jones, Mcgonnagal, Slughorn, Nott, Yaxley)
Order of Merlin Members – Honorary members with varying votes depending on class.
Ministry officials – Minister of magic, DMLE and other department heads."
"And where do I stand in this?" asked Harry though he was sure it wouldn't be easy whatever he had to do.
Helga replied. "You have the Potter, Peverell, Gryffindor, Slytherin votes under your command."
"How do I have Gryffindor and Slytherin. I am not related to them am I?"
"Why yes you are related to them." Rowena said
"You are related to me through my blood daughter's line by your mother which became squib after the gaunt line tried to overpower them which ended with bad results for both the side. Before you ask Gaunt was the future line of my blood adopted son." Replied Salazar.
"And to me through the marriage of the potter house to the Gryffindor house and all the other lines of my house getting wiped clean." Godric added to the surprise and I was pretty sure I was already having a heart attack.
"Now we have talked enough. You will get a wand tomorrow so you should have some rest and from tomorrow we will start teaching you for Exams and after exams are over life skills." Helga said and gesture towards the door.
Diagon Alley had always been a place of wonder, but today, it felt different. More personal. More important.
Harry stood outside Ollivanders, staring at the worn wooden sign that read:
Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C.
Two years ago, he had stepped into this shop as a clueless boy and left with a holly wand that connected him to Voldemort in ways he barely understood. But that wand wasn't his anymore. His magic had changed—he had changed.
Taking a steady breath, he pushed the door open. The familiar chime rang through the dusty shop, and almost immediately, Garrick Ollivander stepped out from the shadows, his silvery eyes sharp with interest.
"Ah, Mr. Potter," he murmured, his gaze flicking to Harry's Hogwarts Ring before settling on him. "I was expecting you."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "You were?"
Ollivander offered a knowing smile. "Your magic speaks louder than words. When a wizard's bond with their wand weakens, it is not something easily ignored." He clasped his hands. "Tell me, do you wish to find a new wand today?"
Harry hesitated for only a moment. Then, he shook his head. "No. I don't want to find one. I want to make one."
Ollivander blinked. A pause. Then, slowly, a wide smile spread across his face.
"Ah… a custom wand," he murmured, eyes gleaming. "Not a request I hear often. But… fitting. Yes, very fitting."
Harry stepped closer. "Can you help me?"
Ollivander chuckled. "My dear boy, there is no greater joy than crafting a wand tailored to its wizard." He gestured for Harry to follow him into a back room—a space few had likely ever seen.
Inside, the scent of aged wood and raw magic filled the air. Wooden planks and wand cores were stored in neat rows, some humming faintly with untapped power.
"Now," Ollivander said, clapping his hands. "We shall begin with the wood. Tell me, Mr. Potter—what calls to you?"
Harry glanced at the stacks of wand woods, each labeled carefully. His fingers trailed over rowan, yew, ebony, walnut… but none of them felt right.
And then, his eyes landed on something in the corner. A piece of pale, ancient wood with an almost silver sheen. It felt… familiar. Powerful.
"What's this?" Harry asked, pointing at it.
Ollivander's eyebrows lifted. "Elder wood," he said softly. "A rare and potent choice, though not an easy one to wield. It has a connection to death which makes it extremely suitable for you." He studied Harry carefully. "Are you certain?"
Harry didn't even need to think. His hand hovered over the wood, and his magic responded, pulsing faintly.
"I'm sure," he said firmly.
Ollivander smiled approvingly. "Then elder wood it shall be."
He moved to the next section. "Now, the core. The heart of the wand. Choose wisely, Mr. Potter."
Harry studied the options.
Phoenix feather – No. Too close to his old wand.
Unicorn hair – Too stable.
Dragon heartstring – Maybe… but not alone.
His eyes landed on a shimmering golden feather housed in a glass case. It radiated power, crackling faintly with energy.
"What's that?"
Ollivander's gaze darkened with intrigue. "A Thunderbird feather," he said. "Extremely rare. Wands with this core are unpredictable, but their magic is… fierce."
Harry reached for it. A small spark of lightning crackled against his fingers. He grinned.
"I'll take it."
Ollivander chuckled. "A bold choice." He moved to the next shelf. "Now, would you like a dual core?"
Harry considered it. Then, his eyes fell on a deep violet strand wrapped around a wooden spindle.
"What's this one?"
"Great Hebridean dragon heartstring." Ollivander's voice was almost reverent. "A core of raw power. Not many can control it." He smirked. "But I believe you can."
Harry's magic flared in agreement. "I want that one too."
Ollivander nodded approvingly. "Very well."
He turned toward a small locked chest and carefully lifted the lid. Inside lay a shimmering silvery metal—almost like liquid light.
Ollivander gently took out a tiny vial of the material. "One last thing. Your wand… will be unstable. Your magic is too potent for ordinary wood and core combinations. But I have a solution."
Harry frowned. "What is it?"
"Mithril," Ollivander said simply. "An ancient stabilizer. 0.7 grams—no more, no less. It will allow the wand to handle your magic without… incidents."
Harry didn't even hesitate. "Then add it."
Ollivander beamed. "Oh, Mr. Potter. This will be a truly remarkable wand."
He gathered the materials and gestured toward a workbench. "It will take time to craft, of course. The bonding process is delicate."
Harry nodded. "I understand."
Ollivander smiled. "Then return in three hours, and we shall see if your wand truly chooses you."
"What about my old wand?" Harry asked holding out his wand
Ollivander looked at it and spoke. "I could make it suitable to you again if you wish though it won't be as suitable as the main wand, but it can be a good second wand which you can show at ministry and other official places."
"Well then do it." Harry said giving his wand to the old wand maker.
He once again gave him some options to choose from, from which Harry chose manticore's heartstring as a core and ebony as a wood.
As Harry stepped out of the shop, he felt something shift inside him. For the first time in weeks, he didn't feel lost.
He was forging his own path now.
And soon, he would hold a wand that was truly, undeniably his.
Now how to utilize three hours harry wondered as he started walking towards nowhere in particular though he was walking in the direction of Gringotts and thought that he should meet them once for the money he might need for the wands and other stuff he was going to buy.
Now that 3 hours had passed Harry was walking towards Ollivanders with his new watch on his hand which had lunar chart, time, day and date which were magically set up so he had no problem even with time turner.
A new trunk in his pocket that had 5 compartments of which 1 was library and 1 was room 2 had clothes and 1 had a food compartment with a keep cool add-on. The trunk was enchanted with fireproof, waterproof and non-summoning charms from anyone except the owner.
This all cost his around 2000 galleons
He had also been told by the goblins to come back at his thirteenth birthday to take his heirships and that was when he would be given his bank statements and records along with partial access to his vaults.
As soon as he stepped inside the door, he saw Ollivander just keeping a wand in a box and calling out his name. "Ah, Mr. Potter, you are right on time. So here you have your wands." And gave him two wand boxes. "I have not sullied these wands with the ministry trace so you can cast magic in high magic areas like this or a magical house but not in muggle areas."
As soon as Harry took out the elder wand out from the box, he felt a feeling he knew he could never describe again which was better than anything he had ever felt though the bar was not high keeping in mind his bullshit childhood and other things he went through.
Soon Harry flooed back to Headmaster's office of Hogwarts who looked at him and asked "Ah, Harry m-boy, did you get your wand? If so, would you mind telling me about it"
Harry replied with caution in his voice. " Yes Headmaster, I did get my wands and I would mind telling you about it"
Dumbledore looked a little shocked at being denied knowledge and sent him off without much thought and never saw Harry's smirk as he turned back.
Soon the final examination came and Harry came first as he was tutored by all the founders so it was not really much trouble to him as they had already covered till 3rd year and along with subject that are not taught at Hogwarts now such as politics parselmagic- Salazar being the mastermind, Battle magic- Godric being the legend, Healing magic- Helga being a Healer and everything done undertheteacher- Rowena.
Harry was also a level 3 in Occlumency and level 1 in legilimancy though pretty much no one under a level seven legilimens master could read his mind due to the Hogwarts ring.
He found out that once he stopped holding himself back, he could do pretty much whatever he wanted. And though he had avoided Ron and Hermione till now he knew he couldn't do it anymore as he saw Hermione walking towards him with an expression that demanded answers and Ron coming behind her with a jealous expression on his face 'surprise, surprise' thought Harry as he looked towards them.
Hermione screeched "how did you surpass me in the exams I have been studying nonstop since I have been unpetrified and you are never even in the library yet you have more marks than me". Well, that was true as he never really had to go to the library as the founders told him that the school was his and anything under the school's name was also his and so he could just will any book present inside Hogwarts and Hogwarts itself would give it to him.
"You know Hermione, I don't work under you or am your slave so don't expect me to answer all your questions just because we are friends."
"Friends, my arse" Ron muttered from behind.
"How did you do it?" Hermione asked.
"Am I in any way obligated to tell you? Nah, so I won't tell you shit until you deserve to know it."
"I am the smartest witch of our age you cannot be above me"
"Well, you are the smartest witch of our age, just not the smartest person or wizard of our age."
"Harry, you have changed after what happened in the chamber. I am sure you saw stuff that nobody should see no less a teenager but you need to move on and you need us for that."
"I have done pretty well on my own so far."
"Well let's see how far you can go without our help."
"We'll see, I guess."
Bye now the whole Gryffindor common room was full of people and Harry shouted. "Don't you all have lives?" and all of them scrambled away.
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