𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜 1)

𝓥𝓪𝓾𝓵𝓽 713

The cart hurtles even deeper and abruptly stops.

"Vault Seven Hundred Thirteen."-Griphook

"What's in here, Hagrid?"-Y/n

"Can't tell yeh that, Y/n. Hogwarts business. Very secret."

Griphook steps up to a door with no keyhole, strokes it with one long finger, and it simply melts away.

"Anyone but a Gringotts goblin tried that, they'd be sucked through the door."

"How often do you check to see if anyone's inside?"-Harry

"About once every ten years."-Griphook

Harry and Y/n peer into the vault and see...a grubby little package. Hagrid slips it into his left coat pocket and return.

"Best not mention this ter anyone either, Harry,Y/n.

Y/n,Harry and Hagrid exit the Apothecary, loaded with Harry and Y/n's various purchases. Harry studies the list in his hand.

"We still need...our wands."

"Only place for wands, is Ollivanders. You go inside. I got one more thing I gotta'do."

Harry and Y/n nod and walk into Ollivanders.

Harry and Y/n stand in a very narrow shop where thousands of slender boxes are stacked to the ceiling. Hovering above them on a spindly ladder is a pale old man with eyes like silver moons. He is Ollivander.

"I wondered when I'd be seeing you, Mr. Potter,Miss Black. Seems only yesterday both your Parents were in here buying their first wands..."

Ollivander steps down.with a pair of slender boxes.

"Here we are. Just give them a wave."He says as he hands a wand each to Harry and Y/n.

Feeling a bit stupid,they raise their arms. Nothing.

"No. Apparently not. Perhaps these."He says as he hands them another wand each.

They raise them and...bright light shoots forth...sending a couple books and a crystal vase of black roses shattering to the floor.

"No. No. Definitely not. No Matter. After all...it's the wand that chooses the wizard."

Hundreds of boxes lay at Y/n and Harry's feet. Ollivander,stands at the top of a spindly ladder, eyeing his inventory.

"I wonder..."

Ollivander descends, presents a box. Stifling their yawns, Harry and Y/n take the wands...and their expressions change.(𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚:𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖.𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗱 : 𝗔𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲, 12 𝗮𝗻𝗱 3/4 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘆 𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘅𝗶𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆.)

"Go on then."

As they extend their arms their hands tremble. A breeze stirs, sending the shop's tiny bell ringing. The pages of a book flutter on the counter, and Y/n and Harry's hair feathers off their foreheads, showing their scars. Astounded,they smile and then.. .Ollivander slips the wands from his fingers and the breeze dies, the shop returning to its eerie calm.

"Curious. Very curious..."

"This guy is so weird."-Y/n whispers to Harry.

"Sorry, but what's curious?"-Harry

"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Miss Black. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather resides in your wands, gave another feather. Just one other. It's curious that you should be destined for these wands when their brother...gave you those scars."

"And who owned that wand?"-Harry

"We do not speak his name.As I said, the wand chooses the wizard,Mr. Potter. It's not always clear why. But I think it's clear we can expect great things from both of you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things."

Ollivander slides the lids on the boxes and hands them to Harry and Y/n.

"Terrible, yes. But great."

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