Chapter 6| Wands

The trip to the vault was much longer than the first time, seeing as the old wizard had to claim his lordships, reclaim any money that was stolen from him, close off his vault from Dumbledore, and get the compulsions removed, he even had to set up a new trial for his Godfather! The last one was the harder one as the person tried multiple times to dismiss the issue. Griphook and the other goblins were about to just give up and settle for any retrial at all, and then the wizard stepped in. Unlike the goblins' letters, his was short and only took a couple of minutes to write on a flash card-sized parchment. That small letter did big things. He was actually able to get the lady to apologize for being so rude and gave a firm retrial date.

Once that was done, he wrote a letter that was to be given to Sirus Black -should he ask for it- and some money was collected. Then the boy-who-lived and the half-giant went out to a more private area. Hagrid was torn. There was no way the parchment had lied about the boy's age nor about what he was placed under! But... But could the Great Albus Dumbledore really do such things? Such awful things? To a child! To their saviour*!* It... It was awful and so many other things that it would be impossible to truly describe! The half-giant wanted to talk with the other about what happened in the future\, wanting to see if what Dumbledore truly was for the greater good but decided to not ask. What if it wasn't what he wanted? What if... What if Dumbledore wasn't what the half-giant thought?

Harry saw all these thoughts whirling around the taller man's body in the form of a rather soft glow. It was like a hazy type of glow that wrapped around the half-giant's body in an aggressive manner. It was a dull colour and the glow seemed to retreat into the man's body in the form of spikes. The young-looking wizard knew what that meant, even if this was his first time seeing such things, but he knew how to handle such painful thoughts. After all, the half-giant was lied to just as much as he was, the only difference was that Harry had nearly a century and a half to deal with his feelings.

"It's alright, Hagrid. I'm not mad at you or even him. Disappointed in him, but not mad." The boy's voice took on a tone a friendly grandfather would use, a comforting tone. "You didn't know, and I know you'll do what's best for me now." There was a nod in agreement. "For now, you have to play along though, okay? All you have to do is just pretend that I haven't learned of my inheritance, it'll be safer for you that way."

Confusion formed on his dirty face before his eyes widened in horrified realization. He nodded after a minute, tears lightly running down the man's face. Sniffling, he wiped those tears away, giving a tight lip smile.

"We... We ought to be gettin' yer things? Righ'?" He gulped some, getting a nod from the boy.

"It'll be alright, just take a deep breath." The boy hummed.

The half-giant nodded, doing as the other had suggested. The deep breath did help him relax; he didn't know he was so tense. Had Dumbledore really been pushing him so far that being tense felt natural to him? He blinked those thoughts away as he hurriedly showed the old soul the familiar shops.

Like before, the two split up, though Hagrid was less afraid of what could possibly hurt the young-looking boy. The old soul was now at its fullest strength with years of experience and now youth on its side. The boy would be fine.

A smile came forth onto the young boy's face as he hurried to an extremely familiar wand shop. With as many children and grandchildren as he had, he almost always found himself at the old man's shop's doors every year or so.

Harry closed his eyes as he took a slow breath in, breathing in the blended scent of many woods, mildew, and some odd spices as well. The scents that one would normally cringe at, were friendly and relaxing in the shop's seemingly small walls. Oddly a sense of familiarity and quietness, like when going into a library.

"My, my~ As I live and as I breathe." Came the recognizable voice of the old man, who appeared at the counter with two boxes in his hand. A smile adorns the man's face. "I see you once again have come to my shop, Mr. Potter-Weasley, or is it just Mr. Potter now?" There was an almost loving tone to the man's words, making the smile on both of their faces grow.

"Olli!" The old soul cried out, rushing to the counter. "You remember?" He tilted his head in a confused manner, but there was happiness in his eyes. They shared too many memories for it all to vanish so easily.

The wild-haired man nodded with a broad laugh. Leaning forward, there was an undeniable twinkle in the man's eyes. A secret was about to be shared, the boy knew that.

"For free I give these, if thee can guess of me." The man pulled away, giving a proud look with his bottom lip jutted out.

The smile on the boy's face grew. Of course! He should've known, the life around the man was old and bright, coming from within the man rather than around him.

"You're a God of Wands, aren't you?"

The man's proud look shifted to him in thought, deep thought for a few seconds. He then grinned, nodding his head lightly with a chuckle. He then handed the boy the two boxes of wands.

"Look, look!" He urged the boy, waving his hands to the freshly cleaned boxes.

Giddily, Harry opened them both. One of the wands was his first wand, the wand that he had to replace after nearly a hundred years. Fondly, he picked it up, a bright golden glow coming from it like last time. A happy sigh floated from his lips as he closed his eyes, holding his wand with both hands now after he had placed the boxes on the counter of course. Slowly and thoughtfully, he traced and flipped the wand over in his hands, memorizing how it felt, how it weighed, everything about it.

When he opened his eyes, Ollivander was looking at him with a grandfatherly almost look. Naturally, the boy returned it before looking back to the second wand. It was a beautifully elegant wand with two woods carefully twisting around each other, one being darker than the other. The darker wood was used more as an accent that enhanced flower and vine carvings beautifully. The wand itself held this powerful aura that reached out toward the new God of Life. It wanted to cling to him in a way.

"A special wand for a God as special as you." The God of Wands hummed with another proud look. "A mixture of many different elements. Honestly, I have no idea how well it will work... If much." His proud look fell into a form of confusion mixed with mildly annoyed intrigue.

The boy laughed lightly, gingerly picking the wand up. Instantly, the new God had to close his eyes and hold his breath as a feeling of euphoria washed over him. The feeling was almost drowning him in power, trust, warmth, and so much more. When he finally was able to breathe again and focus on his surroundings, he blinked in surprise.

Now climbing up the walls and carefully helping hold up the dangerously stacked boxes of wands and materials, were vines of all kinds. Elegant, rough, bright, dark, spiny, and smooth; they all were there, reaching out with the boy as their center

Ollivander gave a hum, looking at the magic mishap and the wand.

"It seems..." A slow smile spread across his face. "I have outdone my own magic and thought." He chuckled a little.

Harry chuckled as well, looking down at the overpowered wand. He'll have to keep this one hidden. However, he was curious about what the wand master used to create this one, and as if knowing what he was thinking, the old store clerk began to rattle off what he did.

"The wood is Beech and Blackthorn, the trees were actually twisted onto and into each other! In some areas, they were melded so well, there was no way to tell them about!" He raised his hands up in a dramatic fashion. "I then carefully chopped a White River monster's spine and used its spinal fluid to cover and bath a Horned Serpent Horn for three months under the moonlight. During the day, I had a Shadow and Light Dragon's blood drip onto a Phoenix feather for the morning of the three months. After that, I bound the two cores with Dragon Heartstring before merging them with the combined wood."

Harry looked down at the wand, a confused look crossing his face. That was a lot of cores and mixing... Was this wand safe? Powerful, yes. Safe, it was anyone's guess. The new God then shook his head before smiling at the older man.

"Thank you for the new wands, I'll tell you how the wand reacts." He hummed peacefully.

The Wand God nodded, bidding the other ado. He hoped that the wand worked well for both of them. He was sure the boy would need it.

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