Destiny

THE Wand

Crack!

His parents, jammy and blipy potty as he now called them, (in his head of course), side-along-apparated them to the middle of Diagon Alley. He knew vaguely of the place because of his eidetic memory, his parents had brought magical diapers here, which also meant that only had the general idea of the place.

To Harry's relief, it turned out that Roderick was practically clueless as everything the family ever needed was owl ordered to Potter manor and they usually just apparated when they needed to go to gringgots. Harry checked his Hogwarts letter and looked at the things he needed. The books he probably could buy only last as the pig would probably want to buy his wand and other exciting things first. Harry wouldn't complain. He couldn't wait to get his wand either.

As expected by him, Roderick wanted his wand first. "Mum! Can we buy my wand first! Please? The other things are way too boring!" Roderick asked sounding eerily like Dudley.

"Fine" Rod's mother sighed. Oh yes, Rod's not mine, this woman would never be my mother.

He looked around to the magical place they'd come to. He marvelled at the shops, selling all kinds of things. 'Tailored robes for the battle hardy', 'Quality wand hostlers', 'Familiars of all kinds', 'Love potions and more' were some of the shops he saw on his way to the wand shop.

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'Ollivanders, makers of fine wand since 382 BC'

Harry and his family entered the shop. It looked like no one bothered dusting it in years. The place had an old smell to it. The place also smelt of a wood polisher. Racks of small black boxes lined the shelves and Harry guessed that there were more than a hundred. He heard the sliding of a shelf and from behind came an old man with the craziest Einstien hair Harry had seen and creepy grey eyes that seemed to gaze at his very soul.

"Ah, the potter twins! I was wondering when you'd finally show up, Hadrian Potter. I was shocked to learn of your existence from Dumbledore last month! Anyways let's start with you, young Roderick, eh"

Of course he would choose my brother, He was, after all, the 'important' son.

"Excuse me Ollivander" butted in James. "Is it possible for James to get a custom wand? After all, he'll need a well suited wand to defeat enemy Death Eaters"

Ollivander seemed annoyed. "Auror Potter, I will make a custom wand for young Roderick if all the wands in my shop fail to suit him. I highly doubt if it will come to that" he snapped back and motioned Roderick to come forward.

Rod went forward with a smug expression on his fat pudgy face. "Which is your wand arm?" asked Ollivander. Roderick raised his right hand to Ollivander and within seconds tapes sprang out of drawers and started measuring his hand, specifically his palm and fingers. When the tapes were done they went back to their drawers and a note materialised in front of Ollivander and he frowned at it. He went to the bottom of his many racks before returning with a bunch of boxes. He opened up the first one and presented it to Rod.

"10 inches, dragon heartstring, quite stiff" he proclaimed, handing the wand to Rod. Rod to the wand and stood there dumbly.

"Well give it a wave!"

Rod waved the wand expecting something to happen. Nothing did. Ollivander seemed disappointed as well. Usually something happened. He presented Rod with an other wand and this one had different results. A warmth enveloped the air and muddy brown sparks came out of the end of the wand. "9 inches, apple wood, hippogriff nose hair, very bendy" proclaimed Ollivander.

Harry was literally bubbling with laughter in his head while his face only showed a sly grin. He didn't know an effing about wandlore but definitely knew that the wand that chose Rod was not an impressive one.

"It seems Roderick, that you don't need a custom wand after all" said a smug Ollivander. "Even the oddest of customers will find a wand in my shop"

Roderick was, on the other hand, quite horrified. "No way! I want a different one. The wand doesn't even look good and is definitely not powerful!"
Almost insulted, Ollivander replied, "The wand chooses the wizard potter, not the other way around." James didn't say a word. Maybe he knew that there was nothing that could be done.

"Come forth, Hadrian" Ollivander called. With a jolt he remembered that it was his turn. Excitement and sudden nervousness filling him, Harry stepped forward.

"Which is your wand arm, Hadrian"

Unsure, Harry replied, "Both, I guess. I am ambidextrous sir" Ollivander's eyes widened in surprise. "It is rare to meet an ambidextrous in the wizarding world, Hadrian Potter. We'll just have to measure both-" Ollivander said only to be cut off by a very angry Rod.

"DAD, can we go now? Harry and I are twins, so we should end up with similar wands so there is nothing to see here and you can pay for both wands as all wands are of the same price!" His dad sighed. Both parents looked at Harry for confirmation. Harry nodded. He didn't care. The only problem would be finding them after getting his wand. Well, he'd been planning on exploring Diagon Alley anyways, Harry supposed. The potters sighed with a promise of buying all the books and materials for him. The only thing he'd have to be there for robes, which was reasonable.

"I feel sorry for you, lad. The audacity and arrogance of your brother even exceeds your fathers, which is quite troubling itself." Harry waved of the sympathy and raised both of his arms, while the tapes did their work. When they were done the note that materialised in front of Ollivander mad the wand maker frown even more deeply then the one he gave while it was Rod's turn.

"What's wrong" Harry asked, confused. All of a sudden Ollivander went up to the door and flipped the sign telling that the shop was closed. "You, young man, are going to try every single wand in my shop"

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Here he was, trying wand number fifty-two, already tired of this. He was about to speak up when Ollivander got up with a jump and scurried off to another shelf. Harry was just about to follow him when Ollivander came back with a dusty old box that looked decades old. "This wand, my boy, is a very, very, special wand. Albus Dumbledore gave it to me about 60 years ago." He opened the box and there it was, a wand 15 inches that looked ancient and new at the same time. Guided by instinct, he reached out with his hand to grab the wand. Black coloured sparks immediately came out of the wand and a cool feeling enveloped him and ice started forming everywhere. He immediately knew that this was his wand and it had chosen him. He could literally feel his magical core dancing. Ollivander took out his wand from his robes and banished the ice, instead of melting it, which would have flooded the entire shop. He had a grave expression on his face and said "Hadrian, your wand is an ancient wand, rumoured to be crafted by death himself! Read the story of the three brothers to understand the origins of the wand. The owners of the three objects that you'll learn about in the story were your ancestors, namely Antioch, Cadmus and Ignotus Peverell." The next thing he knew, he was out of the shop!