[Outside back in Diagon Alley, Harry and Hagrid are walking through the street. Harry has bought most of his equipment, and is reading his list.]
Harry: I still..[he looks at ares who looks forward with his blank expresion] we need...a wand.
Hagrid: A wand? Well, you'll want Ollivanders. [he points to the store] No place better. Run along there, but wait. I just got one more thing I got to do. Won't be long.
[Harry and ares go into the store, quietly. Harry looks around, while ares looks at the shelfs. There are shelves of wands in boxes, but no people.]
Harry: [Softly] Hello? Hello?
[Then, a noise came from the back, and a man appears on a ladder and looks at Harry. The man is Ollivander and he smiles.]
Ollivander: I wondered when I'd be seeing you, Mr. Potter. And you aswell mr.black. It seems only yesterday that your mothers and fathers were in here buying their first wands. [Picks a wand] Ah. Here we are. [Harry holds it, but does nothing] Well, give it a wave. [Harry is hesitant, but waves. This causes most of the boxes to come flying out and crashing down. Harry jumps and hurriedly puts the wand back on the counter. ]
Apparently not. [Gets another wand from a box.] Perhaps this. [Harry waves at a vase, which shatters, startling Harry.] No, no, definitely not! No matter... [gets a wand from a box, but stops and becomes thoughtful] I wonder.
[Ollivander hands the wand to Harry. No sooner after he touched it, Harry suddenly glows under it, blowing his hair up and several of the paperwork in the background. Ollivander looked a bit surprised and deep in thought.] Curious, very curious.
Harry: Sorry, but what's curious?
Ollivander: [examining the wand he gave to Harry] I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. It just so happens that the phoenix, whose tail feather resides in your wand gave one other feather, just one. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar.
[Points to the lighting bolt scar on Harry's forehead]
Harry: And...who owned that wand?
Ollivander: Oh, we do not speak his name. The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It's not always clear why, but I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things...terrible, yes, but great. [he hands Harry back his wand.]
[Ollivander turns to ares who stands at the corner keeping his distance]now you mr.black or shall i say lord black?
Ares:lord black will suffice [he states coldly and walks up to the counter while harry goes to the chair in the corner]
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Fanfic8 people. Who were kids once. Who suffered the things that kids shouldn't even think of. One kid in particular, who suffered things you can't imagine in you tiny little mind. But you should know now. The go back in time so the things that happened w...
