An Alleyway
August 3, 1991
Half a week had passed since Harry first arrived at Hogwarts, and in that time he met most of his soon-to-that time, along with a certain madame Pomfrey who had graciously nursed him back to health. They were nice, really but it was Dumbledore who he found to be the most Captivating. From his style to way he spoke, the man seemed to carry a sense of otherworldliness at all times. Even still Tom detested him, yet when pressed as to why the voice remained aloof, merely insisting on remaining silent whenever the old man was around. Not that it mattered since Harry wasn’t in the habit of trusting or being made a fool of easily, even if said person had arranged for him to get his wand.
”Hold on tightly now Harry, you wouldn't want to miss this.” Taking ahold of the offered hand, Harry found his body not liking being transported miles via phoenix fire but it was worth it. Everything was worth it for what was waiting for him. As his stomach settled Harry came to the sudden realization that they hadn’t appeared in the alley where he and professor McGonagall shopped the day prior, but inside of an aged building “Where are we professor?” Taking a moment to right his robes, Dumbledore knocked on the wall three times, and with each the decor around the room would change. Harry watched mesmerized as the plain room around him became one full of wands, along with their creator. “Garrick! It is so lovely to see you again!”
This seemed to wake up Ollivander, as he looked wildly between the duo. “Abus? Mr Potter! What are you- how on earth did you-“ Seems like I wasn’t the only one confused, not that either of us would get much of an answer. “It’s alright Garrick, didn’t I tell you that I might pop in sometime soon? You know me, I’ve always been one for flair. The wandcrafter seems to have calmed down by then, only giving Dumbledore a scathing look before focusing on his next client. ”So Mr Potter, finally made it here, have you? After your no show in July I’d thought that you might have sought a wand from a different, lesser store. But it seems I’ve been delightfully mistaken.” The calmer voice looked into the boys eyes, before continuing. “Now then, I suppose we ought to begin.”
For an embarrassing amount of time wand after wand was placed in his hand, each with varying effects. Some would blow up in his face, some would fizzle out, and others would be taken from his hand before he got the chance to waive it. The experience was proving to be more frustrating than Tom had ever made it out to be. “Try this one,” Ollivander instructed, a look of curiosity in his eyes.
Harry shrugged as he took the proffered wand, a feeling of euphoria spreading throughout him as he took a deep breath, quietly noting the look of alarm in Dumbledore eyes.
“How odd.” Ollivander commented. “Very odd indeed.”
”How so?” Harry sighed. But it wasn’t Ollivander who answered.
”The wand you hold is a brother to the same wand that took your parents, my boy. Lord Voldemort” That caught both Garrick and Harry’s attention, for different reasons. “While not being to concerning, I’d advise you keep this little fact to yourself, young Harry. After all, a relationship with your wand is private!” The man’s joy seems to seep through the room, or was it his magic? Either way, Harry got what he came for and after paying for his prize, both wizards returned to Hogwarts.