Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

A/N: Harry gets his wand. Yay!

This chapter is mainly to describe the relation Harry shares with his family and also about shopping in Diagon alley.

Now on with story.

10 years later.

July 31st 1991, Potter Manor.

It was something no one had ever seen, this was not how a bedroom of an eleven year old boy was supposed to be, not like this. The walls were covered with Posters, not of famous quidditch stars, nor of his favourite quidditch team, but of… Spells. There was a large bed on the corner of the room, the wall next to it was filled with Spells and their effects, if any adult wizards ever stepped foot in to this room they would be surprised by the advanced spells which were written on the wall. The wall to the head of the bed had a window, from where you could see the Manor's grounds, including the Quidditch pitch. The grounds led to the forest, which surrounded majority of the manor. An edge of a small pond could be seen through the window, where a small raft of ducks where coming out of the water.

There was a study table on the opposite corner with a chair made of rosewood. Alongside the table was a rack filled with books. The colours of wallpaper in the room was Green and Silver. There was a single portrait on the wall, which had a two people waving their hands and dancing. One of them was a male with jet black hair, wild and untamed and had brown eyes, other one was a female with red hair and with vibrant green eyes.

The warm ball of sunlight was seeping through the open window, reflecting from the objects and filling the room with brightness and warmth. But the brightness and warmth was not having any effect on the person sleeping on the bed, this was an everyday occurrence. The summer holidays were always dedicated to sleeping and being lazy.

Slowly the door of the room opened, without making any sound. A tiny figure entered the room, with bright red hair and mischievous brown eyes. With one hand holding a teddy bear and another one on her lips. Trying to stop herself from making any sort sound which would compromise her mission. The little girl tip-toed towards the sleeping figure, trying to balance on her tiny toes. Once the little girl reached the bed, she placed her doll on the bed and tried to climb the bed. She placed both her hands on the bed for support and then jumped, she was able to place her right leg on the bed. She forced herself up on the bed, she lay on the bed for a few moments gaining back her strength. 'YES' she shouted in her mind. She had accomplished the most difficult task of her mission. She saw the sleeping figure and stopped herself from giggling, she had deceived her favorite brother, she really wanted to jump and dance for her achievement, but she didn't. Instead she slowly reached and grabbed the blanket covering her brother, and slowly removed it. Not completely, but only from the face. Thick jet black hair could be seen, along with a serene smile. The figure was deep in sleep. The girl slowly moved towards her target and planted a sloppy kiss on the cheek. She giggled this time. Her brother still hadn't realized that he had been out-smarted by Princess Rose Dorea Potter.

She climbed her target and sat on its stomach, with her legs on either side. She took a deep breath and started singing loudly. Very loudly.

"HAPPY BIRHTDAY TO YOU!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR HARRY!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!"

"Aaaahhhhhhh!" screamed Harry, as his eyes snapped open and almost jumping but the weight on his chest kept him down. Harry didn't know who attacked him, he didn't know where he was, and he quickly took a look at source of weight on his chest and relaxed. It was his fireball.

He heard the song, and he couldn't help smiling. 'Two years in a row' Harry thought. He let Rose to finish her song and said "Good morning to you too, my lady."

Rose giggled again, she hugged her brother in his sleeping form and replied, "Happy birthday Harry, So what you getting me for your birthday?"

"Why do I have to buy you anything? It's my birthday. I don't have to get you anything." Said Harry, trying very hard to keep a straight face.

Rose sat straight on her brother's tummy and started to make a face. She slowly protruded her lower lip outside, with her eyes showing fake sadness, and crossed her arms and bowed her head.

An uncontrolled "Aww!" escaped from Harry mouth without any prior orders from the brain. He quickly closed his mouth.

'She looks so adorable' thought Harry.

Rose kept that face and didn't show any urgency to move from her brother's tummy. Harry was trying his best not give in to the pout, but he was barely holding on, that was when Rose delivered her final blow.

She extended her lower lip even further and looked like she was about to cry and said, "You don't have to get me anything" with a hint of sadness in her voice.

Harry Potter's resolve shattered like a glass, his heart melted like a snow in the sun. "Alright, I'll get you a hippogriff toy." Promised Harry.

"Now, please get up?" asked Harry rhetorically, for a moment he forgot that it was his birthday and not his sister's.

Rose pout turned in to a beaming smile, "Yes!" shouted Rose, this time out loud. "Can I get a big one? Like the Griffin one." Said Rose in an excited tone, while climbing off her brother.

"Yes." Replied Harry in a flat tone.

"Can I get a blue one?"

"Yes."

"Can I sit on it?"

"Yes."

"Can I get both muggle and magical ones?"

"No."

"Oh!"

"Yes."

"Can I ge…"

"Stop, stop, stop." Said Harry raising his hands in surrender, "I'll get you a big Hippogriff toy, a magical one which will make noise like the real one. And I'll also buy you an ice cream at Florean Fortescue's."

"Okay." Said Rose and held up her hands.

Harry quickly took her in his arms and lowered her on the ground. Rose quickly placed a kiss on Harry's cheek.

"Come down for breakfast in half an hour, and you have to open your presents." Ordered Rose and then left Harry's room.

Harry sighed at the retreating form of his sister, she was way too smart for him. Her intellectual capacity was beyond her years. No four year old could have such understanding, and her speech was simply brilliant. That thought made his heart burst with pride. His sister was truly amazing. Same like his younger brother. Edward was smart, but way too reckless. Sometimes Edward scared even his father.

Harry shook his head to clear his mind and moved towards the bathroom to get ready and finally see his Hogwarts letter.

Lily Potter laughed, this was really getting out of hand. The Birthday song was loud and clear, even from kitchen which was furthest away from Harry's room. 'Poor Harry' thought Lily. Her daughter had taken it upon herself to prank her eldest son, Harry. No one dared to prank Harry, not even Edward, her second child. It was an unsaid rule in the Potter household, not because they couldn't fool Harry. No, it was purely the fear of retaliation, Harry's retaliations were legendary among the friends and allies of House of Potters. But Rose didn't have any worries, she had her brothers wrapped around her pinkie finger. 'The Princess' as the boys of the family called her daughter. Harry was reaping what he sow.

She looked at the letter on the table, 'My baby's all grown up' thought Lily, her eldest was about to enter Hogwarts for his first year. The thought of her child being away for five months scared her. 'No, he's gone' she reminded herself. She was preparing breakfast for her children when her second child entered the kitchen.

"Good morning, mum." Said Edward, his black hair neatly combed and wearing his round glasses which hid his brown eyes. Holding a white flag in one hand.

"Morning sweetie," said Lily, "You're up early?"

"Rose." Replied Edward simply.

Lily snorted in an unlady like manner, and she didn't even ask about the white flag.

She served him sausages and eggs and a goblet of pumpkin juice, and let him have his breakfast.

Few minutes later her husband and Rose entered together, James looked grumpy, his eyes were droppy and hair was messy in a spectacular way and he was in his shorts. On his hips was Rose who was restraining herself from jumping.

"I am getting a Hippogriff toy." Stated Rose.

"No, you are not!" said Lily, looking scandalized.

"Yes, I Am! Harry promised"

"Tell her she is not getting another toy!" said Lily looking at her husband.

"Rose, you are n… …"

"Don't pout at your father!" scolded Lily, looking extremely irritated. This was not happening, she would not stand for another toy enter this house, toys which were gained by trickery.

"Don't you pout at me, young lady."

"Stop it right now or you're grounded for a day." Said Lily, ignoring that cute little face. She needed to be strong, strong for all the sanity in the house. She couldn't give in to her pout. She needed to protect this house from all the toys.

But the stubbornness was inherent. Rose kept her face for the whole of breakfast, she would get her new toy. She was determined. She would complete her collection of animal toys. No one would stop her.

James tried to smooth things between his wife and daughter, but he was quickly shot down by Lily. James understood that Rose had many toys, and that he needed to stop buying her toys promised to her by her brothers. But he didn't have anyone else to spend money on. His boys were simply not in to toys. Harry loved books, which were present in huge numbers in their library and Edward loved Quidditch, which for him consisted of a broomstick and a Snitch. So he never had to spend any money on his children, only Rose asked for toys of every kind. But she played with all of them. She was not wasting the toys. That's why he could never fully deny his princess any toys. Unless he was faced by his wife's wrath.

'Uh Oh!' thought Harry, as he entered the kitchen wearing his favorite green t-shirt, black jeans pant. His hair looked as if someone had tried unsuccessfully to tame them. The atmosphere in the room was cold, and filled with tension. He quickly understood the reason for such atmosphere after seeing the glaring match between his mother and his sister, and he was planning on escaping from his mother's fury when she saw him.

Lily quickly left her place and moved towards Harry and enveloped him in a bone-crushing hug which was filled with all her love. "Happy birthday sweetheart!" wished Lily, and she cupped Harry's face and planted a kiss on his forehead then on his cheeks and finally on the tip of his nose. Importantly forgetting about the toys and her resolve.

"Thank you, mum." Said Harry, smiling like a four year old. His mother always kissed him like that since he was very young, she did that whenever he was angry, crying or smiling. Whatever may be the occasion he got his dose of mother's love and he absolutely loved it.

Harry took his seat on the table after accepting the wishes from his father and brother, beside him was his sister who was still glaring at their mother, he elbowed Rose lightly and when he got her attention, he shook his head to stop her from glaring. His mother served him his breakfast and he dug in.

Harry looked up once he finished his breakfast and saw that he father was talking about Quidditch with Edward, his mother was cleaning the dishes in the kitchen and Rose was playing with her doll.

He cleared his throat to get their attention, but no seemed to have heard him. He tried again, this time a little bit louder but still no response. He saw that he's brother was trying not to laugh, he was the only one. His sister and father had kept a straight face and his mother had her back to him, so he didn't know about her. 'I'll just have to improvise.' Thought Harry.

"I'll buy Rose two more toys." Said Harry in a normal voice, but that got everybody's attention. Lily spun towards him looking furious and a little bit …scared. His dad's mouth opened in shock, his brother simply shook his head. Rose was giggling like mad after seeing her father's face.

"Now that I have your attention. Where is my Hogwarts letter?" asked Harry smirking.

Lily Potter relaxed and quickly went over to fetch the letter that she had placed on the kitchen table. Forgetting the prank they had planned for her son. James just shook his head at his wife talent at pranking. She came back with her son's letter and handed it to Harry.

"Thank you, mum," said Harry, taking his letter from Lily.

The thick envelope was made yellowish parchment, it was also heavy and on top of it was his name written in Green ink.

Mr. H. Potter

Second largest room (Harry's room)

Potter's Manor

Godric's Hallow

Harry turned the letter around and saw the seal of Hogwarts which was imbedded on the letter, he admired the seal for few moments and broke the seal and removed his letter and read it.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Harry quickly went through his letter and summarized the letter to his waiting family.

"Well, it says that I am extremely talented Wizard, and that it would be their pleasure to have me attend their school. Minnie says that it has been too long since I last gave her my attention and she would like to meet me again." Finished Harry lifting his nose up in the air and pretending to be pompous little git.

Lily sighed and went back to her kitchen, and Rose just giggled and Edward was smirking along with his father who looked extremely proud.

"Send reply to the letter using your owl, Hedwig is bored because of you trying to lessen her work. You can open your presents afterwards" Said Lily from the kitchen, finishing any remaining work.

Harry nodded his head and went over to find Hedwig to get her deliver his letter and also play with her a little bit.

It was a huge pile, 'It would take me at least half an hour to go through all these presents' thought Harry. He sat down and took his first present, it was from Rose. It was a book titled 'Greatest wizards of Britain' by Bathilda Bagshot. He knew about the book, but he had never read it. Aunt Bathy will be pleased by Rose choice of gift mused Harry. He set it aside and took another gift and unwrapped it, it contained the scarf of Hogwarts but hand made with Green being the dominant colour. It was a present from Bathilda Bagshot along with a note wishing him good luck on his first year at Hogwarts. He quickly went through all the presents and majority of them where books, only few people had given him some practical gifts. Neville had got him a Devil's Snare Plant. Sirius had given him a wand holster which was made of Ukrainian ironbelly, and his Parents had given him a Potter family artefact 'The invisibility cloak'. It was always passed down from father to son mostly on the child's eleventh birthday. Along with it they had also given him charmed locket which had an ability to detect certain things at close proximity and also acted as a protection against low-powered spells. This was not usually done by wizarding families anymore but it was not a new thing. His mother had got him a range of pebbles which were of different sizes, along with a note saying 'Magic in our hands!'. Of course he had his regular slips to buy limited books from Flourish and Blotts.

He looked around the room to find one more gift but there were no more presents. Sadness. Three years had passed. Three years without his best friend. It had been exactly three years ago he had lost his best friend because of that blasted marriage contract. Anger was building inside him. The thought of the contract brought forth he's loss.

His breathing became heavy. His chest rose up and down, trying to control the anger which had suddenly took over him. Window glasses shattered to pieces, wind which had been a stranger to the room since morning, had found its home in Harry's room. The magic was in its purest form. The ripple of energy passed through the whole mansion, when controlling his magic became too much for him. He closed his eyes trying to rein his anger and concentrated on a memory which didn't involve Daphne. But no memory came forward. It was her face. It was a cold mask of indifference, no emotion, no hatred. Just plain indifference, that hurt him more than it was possible. And again his anger rose, suddenly all the articles in the room levitated. He wanted to destroy them. 'Hit the wall' thought Harry. But the objects didn't move. 'Move!' thought Harry, this time with more determination. Few of the items smashed against the wall and turned in to pieces.

"Harry! Control yourself!"

Harry looked at the source and found his mother, her wand pointing in the general direction of the objects. Her eyes looking at the damage caused by Harry's anger.

Lily was worried. The damage was less but it was because she had stopped it in time. This side of her son was not new to her. The temper was hereditary, they used to laugh at Harry's tempers when he was small, but it was now becoming a big problem. She saw Harry's futile attempt to control his magic. 'Magic couldn't tamed'. That was the first rule of magic. Harry never agreed to that. Levitating a pebble didn't make one an expert, but the stubbornness of her son stopped him from achieving it.

"Let it go" said Lily in a soft voice. But keeping her wand at the ready.

"Concentrate on something and let it flow." Said Lily as she came in front of her son.

Harry still angry, nodded his head. He's breathing heavy but he looked around and found the pebbles. He concentrated hard on the pebbles. After few minutes he was able to get them to move towards him. While he was controlling the pebbles, he lost control over the other objects in the air. His mother brought them to the ground without much problem.

The pebbles of different sizes were suspended in the air. The heavy ones were vibrating as suppose to the smaller ones. Harry magic was starting to relax, and Harry's ability to levitate pebbles without a wand was getting difficult. Anger and magic, which were holding the pebbles in the air, were slowly dissipating from Harry mind.

The heaviest pebble fell on to the floor with a thud, and another one closely followed, and another. Soon all but few were on the floor. The one's remaining suspended in the air were the smaller ones which held on.

Harry's brow was splashed with sweat, the breathing was still heavy but this time for completely different reason. The smaller ones were quivering. Harry set his jaw and tried to keep the pebbles in the air, but failed. All the pebbles fell. Harry went down on his knees like a worshipper who had come to his end.

"Not angry, are you?" asked Lily in amusement.

Harry looked at his mother and glared, this was not funny, at least not to Harry. He never liked it when his mother was right. His inability to rein in anger had ensued in a lot of fights in his school. He didn't need to be reminded that he had controlled his magic and emotion by following his mother's advice. She rubbed his face with her magical theory often enough, which he completely disagreed with.

"Why are you here?"

"I heard you destroying my son's property."

Silence filled the room for few moments. Both wanting other to start talking.

"She'll come out of her stupid beliefs, you know" said Lily in a motherly voice.

"It's already been three years"

"She'll realize that you had nothing to do with the contract, and also that neither did her parents and us."

"She'll never stop hating me, she blames us for the bloody contract!" anger almost coming back.

Lily Potter sat beside her son and hugged him, and rubbed his back trying to sooth his worries.

"Daphne is a smart girl. She will realize that she is wrong. Losing the ability to choose one's future will scare anyone. She is scared, afraid of being in a world with no choices and she hates it. You remember how she used to play the game of Princess, where she pretended to be the princess and a prince came and captured her heart. She is scared that she'll never have that. But eventually she'll come to understand that we are her family. You just have to be there for her, to be her best friend, when that time comes."

Harry nodded his head and sat there in deep thought, "Now, get ready. We are going to Diagon Alley to buy your stuff. And get your list" Finished Lily, getting up and went to her bedroom to get ready. Failing to mention that Daphne always wanted Harry to play the role of the prince.

It was an unsaid tradition of the Potter family to accompany a child when buying their first wand. That was the reason why he father had taken a leave from his work. He worked as Deputy Head of Auror department and also a member of the Wizengamot as a Head of Potter family. Which would be passed down to him if and when his father gets tired of it.

"Diagon Alley!" shouted Harry's father holding on to Rose, both of them vanished from the fireplace.

He looked at that fireplace without moving, today he would get his wand that would help him achieve his dreams. He was nervous about this, he knew that he would get a wand, but he was nervous about his dreams. They were not silly dreams like other children his age had, no, he had created them with planning. He was nervous because from today he needed to work towards it. A hand nudged him towards the fireplace. It was his mother, who had a knowing smile on her face. She knew of course along with his sister and his brother and also his father. That was the reason they were so accepting of him wanting to be a Slytherin.

He returned the smile and stepped into the fireplace holding a fistful of floo powder. "Diagon Alley" Harry said in firm voice and dropped the floo powder, a cold sensation engulfed him and he felt himself being hurled through a small tunnel along with an uncontrolled spin which would make any person dizzy. After few seconds the spin stopped and he landed on his feet with his knees bent in a certain angle and came out the fireplace and saw his family standing near the exit of The Leaky Cauldron. He went over to them and stood facing the fireplace and moments his mother appeared, she came out of it and drew her wand and removed the soot from her dress. She came over to her family and did the same to all of them giving James a pointed look. James looked anywhere but at Lily, shame evident on his face. "Let's go" said Lily in a cheerful voice having satisfactorily chastised James.

James took over the responsibility of opening the gateway to Diagon Alley. It was one of those things that a person never got tired off, the bricks moving in order to make way for the world of magic left many age old people in wonder, the beauty of magic displayed in a chaotic manner, the bustling of people and children looking on in astonishment, while the adults looked over with a smile. The alley even though filled with magic showed a striking feature in its chaos and working, showing a person with deep understanding that wizards and muggles in a sense, were same, that they're human. Something that had been long since forgotten by the former.

Potter family's attention was quite divided, Harry was looking at the Flourish and Blotts, Edward at the quidditch shop, Lily at the Apothecary and James at Gringotts Bank. While Rose's attention span lasted less than a second on any one shop.

"Well. First to Gringotts!" said James, looking smug for a being the first to state the obvious.

"No James, You get the money from the bank, while we'll be in Madam Malkin's shop getting Harry's Hogwarts robes." Replied Lily.

James did what most of the sensible husbands did, he agreed with his wife. He bid his family a temporary good-bye and moved towards Gringotts along with Edward, who followed his father.

Harry and the females of the Potter family went towards the robe shop. It was old and looked very rusty from the outside, some robes were hung on the outside to indicate the purpose of the place. Harry went in first and he saw that Madam Malkin was already busy with a customer, it was a girl. Her hair made Harry's look tame, they were bushy and covered her whole back. There was another customer, this one a boy. Hair black as the night sky. He was about Rose's age, maybe a year older, but the boy was not which got Harry's attention but of a woman who stood near the boy, she had a sneer on her face, and hint of disgust. The said woman suddenly looked towards Harry. Harry smirked. He was right, Bellatrix Lestrange was in the building. He raised an eyebrow at her, Bellatrix scowled. Her face suddenly filled with rage, she put her hand in to her robe and was about to take out her wand, when she stopped. She slowly took out her hand, her eyes now on something behind Harry. It was Lily. The tension in the room suddenly elevated, the air in the room turned cold. Lily's face was full of hatred, her eyes hard and cold. One person Lily Potter hated stood in front of her.

"Fancy seeing you, Bella." Said Harry in amusement.

Bellatrix's face turned from pale to deep red. "Why you little brat!" half shouted Bellatrix and once again reached in her robe.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you!" said Lily, having seen the foreplay between her son and her enemy. Pointing her wand towards Bellatrix.

Bellatrix followed that order, having seen the wand pointed at her.

Bellatrix turned towards her son Orion Lestrange, "Come on, Orion. Let us get out of here. This place is filled with filth. We'll find you robes were there are no filth" yanking her son towards her. Orion nodded, a little confused as he found no filth. But he nodded anyway because that was what a good son did. They agreed to what their parents said. Bellatrix and her son started walking towards the exit. She paused a little when she reached Lily.

"When my Lord returns. I'll personally kill you. But before that I'll kill your children in front of you. Your husband will watch you die. And he'll finally understand the price of betraying old-blood." hissed Bellatrix and left the shop before Lily could react.

Fear gripped her, because of those words, but she quickly squashed it. She controlled her anger and quickly turned to Madam Malkin's and started talking about new designs for Witches clothes as if nothing had happened. One of the assistant quickly took Harry's measurements. James and Edward came in to the shop moments later. After few more minutes of chatting between the women, the Potters left the robes shop.

It took them several hours to complete shopping for his first year. Leaving Wand to be the last purchase. The family stood in front of the Ollivanders Wand shop, the old wooden shop looked as if it had been abandoned for decades. They entered the shop, with children in the front. Rose was first to enter, skipping all the way. Once they entered the bell rung. Rose whose had little patience and huge excitement, looked towards the back of the shop.

"Mr. Ollivander!" shouted Rose. Lily jumped in her place. Harry quickly covered his sister's mouth with his hand. Ignoring her licking his hand.

The floor board creaked as footsteps became evident, an outline of a wizard could be seen. An old wizard came in to picture, the man looked ancient with the wrinkles all over his face.

Mr. Ollivander's entry caused the room to fill with fearful excitement, there was a filling of intimidation and silence. The wizard's eyes were sharp and they were fixed upon Harry.

"Harry Potter, at last," whispered Mr. Ollivander, "I've been waiting for you. Another Potter to buy an Ollivanders wand." His voice sending shiver down Harry's spine.

He gaze sharply turned to James and Lily, "Ah! Yes. Mr. Potter, Mahogany, eleven inches, I remember. Is it serving you well?"

"Yes!" said James, a little loud.

"You on the other, Mrs. Potter picked a wand made of Willow, Ten and a quarter inches long. Still helping you with your charms work, I assume?"

Lily Potter swallowed hard, "Yes." She squeaked, like a little girl. She hated coming to this shop, every time she ended up being intimidated by Garrick Ollivander. That was one of the reasons she shopped her wand accessories in an alley in Manchester.

"Hmm, yes." Said Mr. Ollivander waving his hands.

He again turned to Harry, by this time both Rose and Edward had taken shelter behind their parents.

"Your wand arm, Mr. Potter?" said Ollivander removing his measurement tape from his cloak pocket.

"I'm right handed." Replied Harry confused.

Mr. Ollivander waved his hand and the tape started measuring every aspect of Harry. It took the tape two minutes to finish its work. Mr. Ollivander had already gone to the back of his shop to collect the wands for Harry to try.

"Wand chooses the wizard Mr. Potter, it is very difficult for us to determine which one suites the person in our first try. So we, the wand makers, simply let you test them all." Said Mr. Ollivander carrying huge pile of wands.

"Try this one, Ash wood, twelve and half inches, with dragon heartstring." Said Mr. Ollivander, giving Harry a wand.

Harry took the wand and waved, but nothing happened, to Harry the wand was a simply a piece of wood.

Mr. Ollivander just stared, his eyes suddenly filled with excitement.

"Try this, holly wood, ten inches made of unicorn hair."

Harry again waved his wand but nothing happened, not even a bad reaction. Wand just acted as a piece of wood.

Mr. Ollivander passed two more wands, which produced the same reaction.

James looked worried, Lily was confused. Children just looked on, this was not a common occurrence. And Mr. Ollivander looked as if Christmas had come early.

"Oh! I think know a perfect solution." Said Mr. Ollivander and went back towards the shelf and picked another set of wands.

"This set, Mr. Potter, contains wands made of two woods, to help the wizard easily channel the magic."

Mr. Ollivander placed the wands on the table, and picked a black one with white layers.

"This one is made of vine and walnut wood, with the core of phoenix, eight inches." Said Mr. Ollivander starting the process again.

Harry held the wand and felt a pull at his magic, he waved the wand and a jar kept on the table exploded. Mr. Ollivander took the wand away from Harry and presented a different on.

This wand was cream colour and it was binded by a black and silver coloured rope. It was beautiful.

"Ten inches, made of thestral hair, and the woods, the woods is what makes it so great. It is made of Cedar and silver lime." Said Mr. Ollivander passing the wand to Harry as if he had found his customer's wand.

It was breathtakingly beautiful, mused Harry, the Magic that filled him almost made him lose control, but he knew he wouldn't lose his control when he had this wand. The power he felt sent him in ecstasy, the blissful feeling made him complete. The feeling slowly reduced and Harry looked around.

It was chaos, the air was chilled. The shop looked as if it had encountered a Hurricane. He saw his parents looking shocked. His siblings were in awe and Mr. Ollivander, Mr. Ollivander was grinning like a maniac, which made Harry wanting to take a step back.

Mr. Ollivander looked at him with a smile and said, "Thank You."

The statement confused Harry, "Why?" asked Harry

"I've lived a century Mr. Potter, and in that time I've never failed to sold a wand. But the wand you hold in your hand is one of the very few which never chose its master. It has been in this shop for over seventy years. And today it chose its master." Answered Mr. Ollivander.

"Why didn't it choose anyone?" Pressed Harry, trying to get all the information.

"A wand with two woods never sells Mr. Potter, it can only be used by people who have the ability to, at least, partially control magic. The cedar wood is a great carrier of magic, but it has nothing on the silver lime, which can withstand high amount of magic without losing its property to conduct. It helps in keeping the wand in a great condition." Said Mr. Ollivander, "Centuries ago my ancestors sold these kind of wands quiet regularly, as there were many with the ability to control magic, but today it is quite rare. Therefore I can safely say that we can expect great things from you in the future." Finished Mr. Ollivander.

Harry was solemn after hearing this, he stared at his wand. He had been chosen by a great wand. It was up to him to fulfil his dreams. It was all on him.

James silently paid for the wand and the Potters left, in wonder about the wand which had chosen Harry.

Rose Potter felt the solemn mood in the room, so she decided to have some fun.

"I'll go play with my new toy" declared Rose.

Lily turned towards her daughter and narrowed her eyes, "What new toy?" asked Lily.

"Oh, this one" answered Rose innocently, and took out a shrunken Hippogriff toy from her robes.

Lily Potter turned deep shade of red, she slowly took out her wand and turned towards her boys.

Harry gulped and he ran, just like a Slytherin. Edward quickly followed. But James stood with his hands up in surrender. "Lily flower, see I can ex..OW!" half shouted James.

"You got her a new toy! UGHHH!" screamed Lily.

And this time, James ran. Avoiding barrage of spells.

And Rose smirked, and blew air through her pinkie finger.

A/U: Hey everyone, if you can't imagine Harry wand, just think of Hermione's wand in POA, while she punches Draco. Just with black bindings.

I know it has been a long time since the first chapter, but I had my project to complete which is of six credits for the semester. So Priorities.

And if you find many mistakes please point them out and I'll clear them.

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