Voices in my head (hp fanfic) (discontinued, being rewritten)

wand glows

     Harry was standing at the counter. The nice big man had left moments ago. He was slightly startled when he heard a soft voice to his left. "Harry potter. I was wondering when I would see you. It seems like just yesterday I was offering my services to your parents." This left Harry confused. 'Who's Harry potter?' He thought as he tilted hus head. The voices in his head responded 'you are Harry, Harry' and he accepted that. What reason would they have to lie to him?

     Ollivander remembers every wand he ever sold. For this reason he expected Harry's wand to be similar to those of his ancestry. He tried every wand made with even one part similar to any wand sold to the potter family at ollivanders and lily Evans. He was stumped, but then an idea crossed him, and a very curious one at that. He took out the wand made of holly with the Phoenix tail feather core that came from a Phoenix that only gave pne other. He handed it to Harry. The bond was the best so far, almost perfect, and he could've left it at that, however Ollivander could tell something was amiss. So he set the wand aside and had to try again. Such a curious customer. Anticipation built beneath his skin for when he would get the perfect wand.

     Shil was a 10" long wand made from a mixture of acacia, cherry, elder, larch, and yew woods with 3 cores, dragon heartstring,Phoenix feather, and (odd for her maker) basilisk horn. She was as solid (not flexible at all) as they come. Her maker was named Ollivander, and she was his expiriment. One he'd deemed failed at that. She was the first wand he'd ever made, and, she'd argue, the most powerful. At first he had tried selling her, however, because of her many woods and cores, she was extremely finicky with who she chose. And so for the last 70 years she'd sat on a shelf waiting. Sometime 11 years ago, she grew restless. This was because she finally felt the soul of a wizard she deemed worthy to weild her. And now, she felt even more so, because that soul, was a short 15 feet away. She waited patiently as her maker tried dozens of wands, all not working. Then he handed a wand to her chosen and felt the magic stir in the air. She almost had a core attack (heartstrings to be specific (sorry for the bad joke)) and she couldn't take it anymore. She used her chosens magic to send herself to him.

     Ollivander watched horrified (amused) at the box speeding from the back towards Harry. This was the box that housed the first wand he'd ever made, a failed experiment he'd deemed, and perhaps the only wand in his shops that has 5 woods, 3 cores, and a core outside his designated 3 (unicorn hair, dragon heartstrings, Phoenix feather). He chuckled slightly, "well mr.potter, it seems that your wand has chosen you, and, quite literally, flown into your hands." He gently opens the box and watches the spectacular sight.

Shil lifts from the confines of her box and goes to her chosen. The feeling of rightness shivers up her. She let's out a glow, so extremely bright, she's sure it's seen all the way in the caves of gringotts. It is the color of red, yellow, green, blue, violet, silver, bronze, Gold, ebony, and white.

A/N So sorry for taking forever to upload. School started so I haven't had time. I'm trying to really stay on top of my classes this year. Thank you so much for supporting me!