A new wand

// THIS IS AN OLD CHAPTER. THE NEW CHAPTERS ARE IN VOLUME 2. YOU CAN READ THESE CHAPTERS IF YOU WANT SOME INSIGHT ON WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN LATER BUT SOME EVENTS CAN BE DIFFERENT BETWEEN THE OLD AND NEW CHAPTERS.

The next day I wear my wizarding outfit while Dumbledore takes me with Harry and Ludo Verpey to Ollivander's shop to have my wand repaired and to buy Harry a new one. I catch a glimpse of several furtive glances from Potter along the way, but my instinct for suspicious behavior doesn't vibrate in my head, so I just ignore it.

Rita Skeeters is waiting for us in front of the store and gives me a big smile when we are near her. I had time to go through her article this morning and it is exactly as I expected. Harry is described as a disturbed boy with a changing personality and mood in the first ten lines before moving on to a more laudatory review for Viktor, Fleur and myself.

When I walk through the store door, I can see several sets of boxes already lined up on the counter ready to be tried.

"Ha there you are, finally! I looked forward to seeing you come back to my shop to purchase a new wand Mr. Potter. however, I hope you will take care of this one more." Harry nods visibly embarrassed by the state of his current wand. "And of course, I'm not forgetting you Mr. Bones, you can put your wand on the counter, I'll take a look at it as soon as I'm done with Mr. Potter."

He grabs the first box on the counter and pulls out the wand that was inside. "A wand very similar to the one you had before, the heart is not a phoenix feather but a nerve from a dragon's ventricle, a particularly vicious Hebridean Black if I remember correctly. Hollywood, ten inches and very flexible. "

Harry grabbed the wand and waved it a little, smashing a vase containing a pretty bouquet of tulips in the process. Harry's try-on lasts some time without being able to find a wand that suit him. I don't know if it's me, but I feel like I hear a melody in the store that gets louder and louder as Harry tries out different wands.

Ollivander seems to strain his ears at one point, and I see him go into his back room to come back with a box from which the music is emanating. The others do not seem to hear it because they do not react to the appearance of the new box.

"Oddly enough, try this one Mister Potter." He hands Harry a wand a little smaller than normal. He grabs it and makes a small movement that makes a small firework appear at the end of it.

"So, Mr. Ollivander what is this wand made of, we all want to know!" Rita Skeeters is already noting since she entered the room.

"Hawthorn wood, dragon's ventricle, eight inches in length and extremely stiff." Dumbledore seems to flinch when he hears the composition of the wand. I will have to find out if this has any meaning, but I suspect it does when I see Rita's face jubilant as her new Quick-Quotes Quill moves frantically on the little notebook flying next to her.

"Why are you all looking shocked?" You might as well ask the expert directly.

"Well Mr. Bones, Hawthorn is known to choose wizards who have a conflicting nature, and it excels at both healing spells and hexes. The dragon ventricle is powerful, but it is also quick to facilitate accidents during casting for careless wizards. A wand measuring less than eight inches and half is also considered to reflect a personality disorder in the person wielding it, and the rigidity of a wand shows a wizard's ability to adapt to a situation. Mister Potter has literally just been chosen by one of the worst combinations I have ever created. I had locked this one in my back-room workshop to be more of a joke than anything else in order to have some fun. I never thought it would choose a wizard someday, let alone Mr. Potter. " Rita smirks as her photographer take a photo of Potter with his new wand in hand. Harry on the other hand compares his new and his old wand, and I can see a tear rolling down his cheek.

"Wouldn't it be possible to make it exactly the same as before, I can supply a new phoenix feather if necessary." Dumbledore's eyes are filled with incomprehension as he looks at Harry's new wand.

"Sorry Albus, but the wand chooses the wizard and Mister Potter has just been chosen. There is no going back." He turns to me, and a slight smile appears on his lips. "I will examine your wand in more detail, but it will take a while. So, go take a walk by the time I finish here. I should be done in an hour. "

I leave Dumbledore with Harry to go for a haphazard stroll through the shops on Diagon Alley. My attention ended up being drawn to the sports equipment store and especially the Firebolt that was displayed in the showcase.

"Hello, how can I help you today?" A very thin young man greets me in the shop where boxes of Quidditch balls and protections are piled up.

"I want a set of protection for Quiddtich for my size and six Firebolts." The seller looks surprised at the amount of Firebolts which is the most expensive broom on the market today, but he remains professional.

"A preference for the material of the protections?"

"Graphorn leather if you have it, otherwise dragon leather will do just fine." I accompany the seller to take my measurements and I pay the bill. "Could you mail them to me at Hogwarts please?"

"Of course, have a nice day sir!"

I finish my tour before returning to Ollivander where I see Mr. Verpey waiting for me alone in front of the store door.

"Where are the Headmaster and Harry?"

"They decided to go back to Hogwarts, Harry wasn't feeling very well after getting his new wand. But that's okay, I'll go with you to get your wand and then we can go back to the castle too. " He opens the door inviting me to follow him into the store.

Nobody is there when we enter the shop, but we can hear several little cries of frustration coming from the back room. We wait a few minutes when a flash of blue light illuminates the store blinding us while the sound of an explosion comes from the back. When we can see a little better, Verpey and I rush towards the origin of the noise to see Ollivander slump against the wall, stunned, but thankfully not unconscious. In front of him is a countertop with my wand broken in half, a thin stream of turquoise smoke billowing from it as its core glows dangerously of the same color.

"Mr. Ollivander, what happened?"

"Mishandling on my part, I was extracting an overload of magic from the core of the wand when my hand shacked and released the excess energy all at once. I'm afraid your wand is no longer usable Mr. Bones. I'm very sorry about that, but I can help you find a new wand, at my expense of course. " Ollivander looks really sorry, it's sad to see old age catch up with a talented craftsman.

"It's nice of you but it won't be necessary, I already have a backup solution waiting for me. Mr. Verpey, I have to make a call. I'll be back in a moment."

I leave the store to call one of the rare magic imprints that I took the time to record in my magiphone.

"Hello Headmaster Marrow, this is Sean Bones. I'm calling to find out if you could send me a certain wand."