DARK 🐍Hermione Granger🐍

Chapter 13

I never expected to be standing in a store for wands but here I was. Standing with Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore while a man named Ollivander searched the thousands of wands. "Why do I need a wand again?" I asked looking at the two professors. "The Ministry would like to keep the tournament fair. So the only way to do that is to give you your own wand. And seeing how you are a wizard—" McGonagall started. "Actually I'm a witch." I interrupted. "A witch you can perform magic like every other wizard and witch at Hogwarts. So, Ollivander here is finding you a wand made for you." She finished. "Made for me?" I asked. "Oh, yes. Ollivander makes wands for wizards that are destined to use them. But he has so many, it's difficult for him to find them." Dumbledore answered.

"Hmm. Here, try this. Oak, 11.5 inches, Unicorn hair core, a bit swishy." Ollivander said handing me a wand. But before my fingers wrapped around the wand it was plucked from my hand and replaced by another. "Maple, 9 inches, Phoenix feather core, and highly flexible." He voiced. The wand flew out of my hand and Ollivander had to duck to not lose and eye.

"Well...that wand didn't seem to like you very much." He pointed out. "Ah! Here we are! Ebony, 12.5 inches, Phoenix feather core, little to no flexibility at all." Ollivander said handing a wand to me.

It felt warm in my hands. It was a gleaming black wand with an ornate handle with runes and symbols carved into it with a silver filigree. "Well? Go on. Give it a wave." Ollivander suggested.

I waved the wand and watched as a beam of pure white light came shooting out the tip of the wand. "Strange...very very powerful wand. Especially considering the source of its core. The feather's brethren has been given to very powerful wizards. Some of which...you may have heard of. Such as your friend, Harry Potter. And others that have fallen from grace." Ollivander explained.

"Oh...that's comforting." I said sarcastically staring at the beautiful wand in my hand. The runes...being of a Nordic family...I was easily able to decipher them.

ᛏᚺᛖ ᛒᛟᚤ ᛟᚠ ᚠᛟᚢᚱ

ᛏᚺᛖ ᛞᚨᚱᚴ ᛋᚨᚡᛁᛟᚱ

ᛞᛖᛋᚲᛖᚾᛞᚨᚾᛏ ᛟᚠ ᛚᛟᚴᛁ

I furrowed my brows. Are these referring to me? They couldn't be. Impossible.

The Boy of Four.
The Dark Savior
Descendant of Loki

"Loki?" I whispered. "The Norse God of Mischief? Interesting." Ollivander voiced. "It says that I am his descendant. But that's impossible, isn't it? Gods don't exist." I stated. "I wouldn't be so quick to deny, Henrik. There are a great many things that even the most powerful and wise of our kind did not know. And the existence of gods and deities are about as impossible as the existence of magic." Professor Dumbledore explained.

"Would that mean that I am a god?" I asked. "Hmm. Considering the nature of physical and metaphysical being. You are something, nonetheless. A god...that is yet to be proven. But in due time, we will answer that question." Dumbledore said running his finger down his long silver beard.

"Professor, I do believe we should return to Hogwarts. Henrik needs to prepare for the coming tournament if he wishes to find out this mystery in the future." McGonagall announced.

"Indeed. Let us go." Dumbledore agreed before the three of them disappeared from the store of a thousand wands.