The Last War (hopefully)- Book 1 (Percy Jackson/Harry Potter)

Chapter 11

Nico's P.O.V

We started heading to the old-battered shop that was located in the south of the place. Peeling gold letters over the door of the shop read: Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. The shop's display consisted of a solitary wand lying on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. The shop was tiny, empty except for a single, spindly chair in the corner. Thousands of narrow boxes containing wands were piled right up to the ceiling of the tiny shop, and the whole place had a thin layer of dust about it.

I entered the shop first and the others followed, everything was dark but the features of the shop were still distinctable.

"Hello!" I yelled, "We're here to collect our wands."

"Good evening, children." Someone who I presumed was Ollivander greeted. "Why don't we start with you, dark-brooding child who's wearing all black and silver skull necklaces." He asked, pointing towards me.

"Ummm, sure?" I stepped forward as he handed me a stick which I held.

"Ebony, with the core of the feather of a Phoenix. Give it a wave." Ollivander suggested flicking his hand and I copied the movement. A spark from the wand headed behind me as Percy squealed and dodged. "That's not going to work." Ollivander tutted, then sudden realization dawned on his face. "Wait here children."

"We were going to. We kind of have nothing to do." Percy murmured.

Ollivander arrived holding 4 old boxes which he dusted the cobwebs off.

"An old project of mine." He told us with a wistful expression, "never found the right owners." He picked up the sleek black box and opened it, handing the wand inside to me. "Ahhh, the wood of a willow tree, kept in the shade for long, 12 and a half inches... the core is a thestral hair, unstable and risky... Nevertheless, give it a wave."

I flicked the wand and rainbow stripes shot out of it as the old man clapped and got excited. "I'm gay." I told him stupidly, trying to explain the rainbow outburst.

Ollivander just chuckled and put the wand back in its obsidian box and handed it to me. Ollivander then beckoned Will to come forward, calling him something along the lines of 'Sunshine kid'.

Will's P.O.V

I stepped forward as Ollivander picked up one of the four boxes and opened the yellow one with velvet borders.

"Years ago, I started making 4 wands that were mostly like other wands but had an uncovered power. I never found the correct wizards." I accepted the wand which was brown and the grip had words engraved in it. "The wood of a blossomed eucalyptus tree, the core of the ray of the sun, 13 and a quarter inches, give it a wave." I waved the wand and pure white light erupted from the end of it, it soon subsided. "Wonderful," Ollivander muttered.

I stepped next to Nico with the wand kept securely in the box.

Percy's P.o.V.

"The idiot child who was giggling and squealing, come up," said the old man pointing towards me. "I prefer 'Sass God' but ya, sure," I retorted as I walked toward the shop owner.

He picked up a dusty, grey, long box. As he lifted the cover, everything all around seemed to slow down. All I could see clearly was the piece of beautiful wood resting on a blue velvet cushion in the rustic box. Suddenly, time sped up again. Everything started to come back into focus, Annabeth eyeing the wand in Ollivander's hand, Nico and Will conversing in hushed voices in the corner.

The wand crafter picked up the magical stick and handed it to me. It was carved with small branches and leaves going around the grip. Olive branches – carved from an olive tree. I don't know how I knew that, I just did.

I also knew that this one, though fully compatible with me, wasn't compatible for me. There was someone else that this wand was made for – someone I know too well.

I could hear the old man say, "Olive, soft, but stiff, 14 inches, core of an owl feather – a very unique owl. Perfectly grey plumage, but its wings shone blue in the sun. Risky, but in the hands of the correct wielder, very powerful," but my eyes were on the wand in my hand. I could feel him gaze at me in expectation. "Well, what are you waiting for? Give it a wave!"

I looked back at Annabeth and shook my head. "This one isn't for me... don't ask how, but I just know..." with that, I gently placed the wand back on its blue cushion.

Ollivander nodded his head in understanding, though the confusion was clear. He picked up the last box, a bright blue one. The wand inside was long, though not as long as the previous one, and light. It was quite simple, lightweight. Ollivander handed it to me, "Palm, 13 and three-fourth inches, nice and swishy, pegasus feather. Very rare." He handed me the wand and I gripped its smooth hand-hold. I 'gave it a wave' before the old man could tell me to do so. I was immediately engulfed in the smell of the sea – and no, it wasn't coming from me like it always did. It was too strong to be my scent.

Ollivander's eyes shone. "That's the one!" he exclaimed. "Ya, I noticed," I mumbled under my breath. Anyway, I put it back in the box and went back to Annabeth.

Annabeth's P.O.V.

The old man beckoned me, "Come on, smart looking blond child with orange t-shirt."

I stepped forward as Ollivander handed me the same wand he had given Percy in his first try. The wand just felt right in my hands, practically it was a piece of stick, but somehow, irrationally I felt it radiated an unknown aura and while I usually didn't like not knowing stuff, the mystery of the wand was alluring.

"Olive, soft, but stiff, 14 inches, core of an owl feather," Ollivander repeated what he had said to Percy while he eyed me with a certain interest. "Give it a wave." He instructed.

I hesitantly waved the piece of wood and whirlpool encased me. I was scared at first but the smell of olives somehow calmed me. When the whirlpool subsided I turned around to see if there were any changes in the environment and sure enough, one of Ollivander's rose plants were tangled with olive branches seemingly growing out of thin air. Ollivander nodded in appreciation and placed the wand back in its box. I nodded my thanks and the four of us paid 40 galleons, 10 for each of our wands and stored them in the bag containing all our other supplies. Just as we were leaving, a soft voice – Ollivander's – said from behind, "Goodbye Demigods. Good luck on your mission."

We all stopped in our tracks, silently communicating to discuss this later. And then Percy face planted on the street because of his loose shoelace. We all laughed and momentarily forgot about the weird experiences. We reached the motel, called the Leaky Cauldron and went into our four separate bedrooms