Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. It belongs to JK Rowling. I only own my wacky ideas, so unless you want my insanity I don't think you should sue.

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Mr. Ollivander sighed. Another student off to their first year at Hogwarts. Mr. Ollivander started to clean up the damage caused by the young Mugleborn witch, and thought that it was wonderful that Muggleborns were allowed to practice their talents, and that their parents, or most of them at any rate, allow them. Mr. Ollivander was broken out of his train of thought by the top part of the door hitting a bell attached there. Mr. Ollivander smiled. He was waiting for this person.

"Good afternoon," he said softly, and watched as Mr. Potter and Rubeus Hagrid jumped.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon, Harry Potter," Mr. Ollivander stated.

"You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work." Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Harry. He was certain now of what this child was.

"Your father on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it-it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course," Mr. Ollivander said, knowing that the 'child' had already known that. Now, all he had to do was clinch it.

"And that's where." Mr. Ollivander traced his fingers along Harry's scar, and felt a power faintly tickling his finger. He knew that power, had felt it before as a boy. 'Harry' looked up at him, his eyes pleading to not tell his secret. Mr. Ollivander smirked, very well then, he'd respect the 'boy's' wishes; he did however want to make sure that..well, he just wanted to make sure.

"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," Mr. Ollivander said apologetically. He knew that it would make the 'boy's' mission harder, and all he could do was apologize, unless a wand could help.

"Thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands, well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do." Mr. Ollivander turned and spotted Hagrid., subconsciously aware of a sigh of relief coming from behind him.

"Rubeus! Rubeus Hagrid! How nice to see you again, oak, sixteen inches, rather bendy, wasn't it."

"It was sir, yes," Hagrid replied.

"Good wand, that one. But I suppose they snapped it in half when you got expelled." Mr. Ollivander suddenly became stern. He knew what dangers a wizard/witch could be in when they try to perform magic with a broken wand.

"Er-yes, they did, yes," Hagrid said. "I've still got the pieces though," Hagrid remarked brightly, as if that could make a difference if the next time he tried to do magic with a broken wand, it would lessen the chance of him looking worse than splinched.

"But you don't USE them," asked Mr. Ollivander archly. It didn't really matter if he'd asked that question or not, he still knew the answer.

"Oh, no, sir." The fact that Hagrid said this whilst gripping his umbrella tightly didn't go unnoticed by Mr. Ollivander, and neither did it seem to do so for Harry.

"Hmmm." Mr. Ollivander was having an internal debate over whether to tell Hagrid off, or let the half giant learn the hard way. He decided the hard way. If Hagrid still raised dangerous beasts even though he was expelled for that, well...it would be fight against futility.

"Well now-'Mr. Potter'. Let me see." He pulled a tape measure out of his pocket.

"Which is your wand arm?"

"Er-well, I'm right handed," the 'boy' replied. Mr. Ollivander had the sudden urge to roll his eyes. WHY was the 'boy' still playing naïve around him? Was it because Hagrid was there? Honestly, the man wouldn't catch a slight slip! The measurements then commenced. 'Mr. Potter' the proceeded to try somewhere around twenty seven different wands. But that was to be expected, why would HE have an ordinary ward? After all, last time he had a staff!

"Tricky customer, eh." Mr. Ollivander was practically radiating happiness. "Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere-I wonder now-yes, why not-unusual combination-holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple." As 'Harry' gripped the wand, to Mr. Ollivander's keen eyes, Harry started to glow. Because Mr. Ollivander was accustomed to working around wands, mixed with an unnatural gift, he knew exactly when a person had found their, or rather, the wand has chosen the wizard. You see, when a wand and wizard finds each other for the first time, the wand taps into the wizard's magical aura, which is lying dormant unless the wizard is undergoing some deep emotions or in a life threatening situation, when it temporarily becomes active. It was 'Harry's' aura that confirmed for Mr. Ollivander that his hypothesis was 100 correct. Harry Potter was Salazar Slytherin's reincarnation.

Salazar brought the wand up over his head, and brought it swishing down in a shower of gold and read sparks that veiled the inner green and tarnished silver sparks. Hagrid whooped and clapped and Mr. Ollivander cried, "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well, how curious, how very curious." Mr. Ollivander smiled knowingly, and Salazar looked tense. He put the wand back into its box and wrapped it up in brown paper, still muttering, "Curious. Curious."

Gulping, Salazar asked, "Sorry, but what's curious."

Mr. Ollivander stared at him. "I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand gave another feather-just one other. It is curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother-why its brother gave you that scar. Yes, thirteen and a half inches. Yew, curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember. Ithink we must be expecting great things from you, Mr. Potter. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things-terrible yes, but great." Mr. Ollivander lapsed into a thoughtful silence, while Salazar was looking anxious, and Hagrid was fidgeting in his chair, only barely refraining from biting his nails.

………At the Dursley's again…….

Now that Harry, or rather Salazar was away from the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley, and from the Keeper of Keys, he was finally able to think and reflect. (A/N: If anyone is confused, I'll be referring to Harry as Salazar and Salazar as Slytherin)

…….Flashback……

"Ah, I see you have initiated your son into the ancient art of wand making, Caduceus Ollivander," Slytherin observed.

"Yes, and it seems he has a natural talent in it too," Caduceus stated proudly.

"Then, may I be one of the first people who will have the pleasure of receiving your son's, Helix Ollivander's, hand made wands (A/N: Hand made instead of by magic)," Slytherin asked.

"But of course!" Helix exclaimed.

……End Flashback……

It struck Salazar as funny as to how the present day Ollivander was the Helix Ollivander who had achieved immortality at the cost of his life. Really, dying so you won't die. That's just complicated! And Helix had been unwilling, too! As many don't know, Ollivander is a vampire, one of the oldest in fact, mainly because he didn't actually go out looking for trouble. It was ironic. Little Tommy could have been immortal without all the killing. Although, Salazar doubted that Tommy would've actually decided to become a vampire with the whole purity of blood, well, what makes even more ironic is that Helix doesn't want it, but Tommy does. Laughable really. But, WHY couldn't Tommy understand that the purity of blood was a notion for the Founders' era, not now! If Tommy succeeds, the pureblood families would become too inbred. Right now, the influence of Muggleborns would help. Also, if Tommy encourages the European purebloods to marry and create heirs with other pureblood countries from around the world, well, then the problem would just be a world wide problem, the pureblood families would become inbred, and they would die from hereditary diseases. And if the Muggleborns are all wiped out, well, magic would be gone forever.

Salazar groaned. It was stuff like this when he wished he had kept his big mouth shut 1000 years ago.

Fin

A/N: Yes, I remodeled this chapter. It was just too hard to read. That and the added fact that stuff like this sometimes intimidates people (it did that to me), so I had to redo this.