Hoggyworts letter, Wand.

In a big back yard the size of an average park, a sweaty teen that looks to be about 13 or 14 years old can be seen defending himself against floating swords. The boy using a sword of his own is barely managing to deflect the swords each time they attack. The swords attacking him aren't slow either, they're coming at the boy with blistering speed. The boy's been doing this for the past 2 hours already, his reaching his limit.

The boys name is Arthur Le Fay.

A few years have passed since the ritual and Arthur has grown into a fine young man. He's got a muscular physique that most boys of his age could only dream of having. His hair is a beautiful golden yellow and stops just above his shoulders. His eyes are a clear blue that remind one of the sky above. Thanks to the awakening of his Le Fay bloodline Arthur has become quite handsome, so handsome that unbeknownst to him, a crazy group of witches have already started a fan club dedicated to him, a fan club that's steadily growing day by day. Whenever he visits Diagon Alley they take his picture secretly and show it to other members.

"Alright Arthur we're finished for today." A gorgeous women with Raven black Hair and beautiful green eyes says to the boy Arthur.

"Alright grandmother, Haahhh!!!ahhhh!!!." Arthur says while breathing heavily.

Arthur had just finished some intense training with his grandmother. This has been going on for the last 6 years Morgana has been teaching him magic, well the theory anyway, since he can't do magic just yet without his wand, she also made him practice the movements of the spells, so when he gets his wand he can start practicing immediately. She even taught him about the dark arts, it's her favorite type of magic. She taught him about the 3 unforgivable curses and a plethora of other dark spells. She even taught him a few truly terrifying curses, that may be worse then the three unforgivable curses.

Arthur and Morgana walk inside and into the dining room where the table is filled with delicious looking bacon and egg sandwiches.

Arthur sits down and immediately starts wolfing down said sandwiches. Morgana rolls her eyes at her grandsons poor table manners, giving up on reprimanding him since it never sticks.

"I received these while you were training." Morgana places three letters in front of Arthur.

Arthur looks at the letters and can't help but be slightly stunned by what he's seeing. Seems I got an invite to Durmstrang, Hogwarts and Illvermorny. Arthur thinks to himself seeing the three stamps representing the three schools.

"What school should I go to grandmother?" Arthur asks looking towards his grandmother.

"Hmmm... I was thinking Durmstrang at first, so you can practice your darker spells, than you can transfer to hogwarts in your third year perhaps." Morgana contemplates.

"Why should I transfer to hogwarts?" Arthur asks confused.

"Because you'll need to make connections with prominent wizard families for when you take over the United Kingdom." Morgana says casually.

"Wait what?" Arthur asks looking visibly confused.

"You are the rightful king, you'll need to take the throne from that old bitch." Morgana says with spite.

"Grandmother language." Arthur scolds.

"Oh sorry it sliped." Grandmother says jokingly.

"Don't worry you just have your fun at school, afterwards you'll have many responsibilities. I'll be gathering wizards from other countries of the UK to support your claim." Grandmother tells me.

"Oh... actually grandmother uhhh can we not do that?" Arthur asks nervously. He never intended on taking over anything, he just wants to have fun in this world.

"Unfortunately dear Arthur this isn't up for debate, you will do as I say or suffer the consequences!!!" Morgana's tone is terrifying for young Arthur, he hasn't heard her speak like this before, she sounds like a demon from hell.

"Okay grandmother, I'll do as you say." Arthur feeling terrified agrees to his grandmother's plans.

"Good, I expect you to take over Durmstrang in your second year, make sure the children both fear and respect you, understand!"

"Yes grandmother." Arthur nods furiously.

"Good boy Arthur." She gently strokes her grandchilds silky hair.

Arthur does his best not to recoil from her touch, he doesn't want to anger her further.

He forgets that his grandmother is actually a dark witch, she's very quick to anger, especially when Arthur made mistakes during training.

"Alright eat finish, after you eat, we'll be going to Gregorovitch."

"Why not that wand maker in diagon ally grandmother?" Arthur asks seeing his grandmother has calmed down.

"Because Gregorovitch makes custom made wands, so they'll be perfect for you and... there's no ministry trace." Grandmother says with a smirk towards me.

After Arthur was finished eating, they walked towards the fire place.

"Alright, we'll be going via floo, my castle's floo is connected directly to Gregorovitch's shop in Germany." Grandmother tells me.

Having used the floo network before Arthur grabs some powder and climbs into the fire place.

"Alright say Gregorovitch's wand shop."

Arthur nods. "Gregorovitch's wand shopaholic!!!" He yells and throws the powder at his feet.

Suddenly a large green flame erupts from within the fire place and Arthur suddenly dissapears within it. Morgana follows shortly after him.

Arthur climbs out of the fire place and looks at his surroundings. His inside a rundown looking building with wands and various other things laying around everywhere.

Wow this place looks worse then Ollivanders. Arthur thinks to himself.

Arthur hears his grandmothers arrival a few seconds later.

"Gregorovich we are here." Grandmother says softly.

An old ugly frail looking man appears and quickly rushes towards my grandmother, quickly grabbing her hand and kissing it.

Morgana's face scrunches up in disgust and she quickly pulls her hand back.

"Mistress Morgana its a pleasure to see you again." Gregorovitch says feverantly.

"Yes, yes I'm here for my grandsons wand." Grandmother says her tone annoyed.

"Of course, of course let's go to the back and see what core would suit him yes." Gregorovitch ushers us to the back room with a look of excitement on his face.

We go to the back room and its filled with Jars and boxes of unknown things, atleast they're unknown to Arthur.

"Alright little one, go towards the jar or box that calls out to you."

"My name is Arthur not Little one." Arthur says annoyed.

"Of course young master Arthur." He corrects himself.

I walk down the row and I feel myself being pulled towards one jar and one box.

"I feel a pull from two cores." Arthur says to Gregorovich pointing at the jar and box that he feels drawn to.

Of course young master Arthur would have two cores just like your grandmother." Gregorovich says amazed.

"That's good my sweet Arthur, i knew you were meant for greatness." Grandmother says and leans over, planting kisses on my cheek.

Arthur smiles warmly at his grandmother's affection, already forgetting the fear he felt earlier.

Gregorovitch pulls the jar and the box down from the shelves.

"Hmm it seems it's Dragon heart string and Oh.. horned serpent horn. This wil be one of my greatest creations." Gregorovitch in awe.

"Ahh the cherry wood should do well for this wand. The combination will indeed be quite powerful, enough to rival even that accursed wand." Gregorovitch says excitedly.

"What wand?" Arthur asks "curious".

"The elder wand, the most powerful wand in existence." Gregorovitch tells me.

"Isn't that the wand my family owned grandmother?" Arthur asks Morgana innocently.

"Do not speak of that Arthur." Morgana hisses and covers his mouth.

Gregorovitch pretends he heard nothing, fearing that Morgana might kill him if he asked something.

"Alright your wand will be ready tomorrow, I'll have my house-elf deliver the finished wand. Gregorovich says.

The next day a house-elf pops on through our fireplace with a black wooden box.

"This is the wands mistress Morg." The hous-elf says with a bow.

"Arthur it's yours you should be the first to hold it." Morgana tells him.

Arthur runs over excited and grabs the wand from the elf.

"I'll be leaving mistress Morg." The elf says and dissapears from the manor.

Arthur takes the wand out the box and instantly feels a connection form as soon as his hand touches the wand. Arthur feels an unbridled amount of power sweep through him, he feels unstoppable, he feels like no one would be able to beat him.

"How does it feel Arthur?" Grandmother asks.

"Amazing, I feel so much power flowing through me, I feel unstoppable." Arthur answers her.

"Hahaha good, good Arthur now it's time to train you for your time at Durmstrang, I hope you're prepared." Morgana says with her eyebrows raised.

"I was born ready grandmother." Arthur says excited.