Era of Revolution: The Legend Begins

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Harry Potter needs to escape his family who fawns on Henry, the 'Boy-Who-Lived' and ignores him, Hermione Granger desires to escape stereotypes and Ronald Weasley thirsts to prove his worth. They defy expectations and are Sorted into Slytherin, shocking people and sparking the process of revolution.

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Main Relationship Focus: Friendship between the Slytherin first-years
Genres: Action & Adventure, Drama, Friendship and Suspense
Rating: T for mild violence and language
Length: Epic
Warnings: None yet.
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Warner Bros, Bloomsbury. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Beta(s): Finding one
A/N: I've written quite a lot of fics that has Ronald as the stupid, jealous kid but now, I wish to portray him as an intelligent, loyal friend. I like the idea of him being in Slytherin, you know, something different.

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Chapter I: An Early Start

"Tap! Tap!" A small figure twisted in sheets tossed and a thin arm shot out of the pile to cover up the noise with a pillow, however the tapping insisted.

"Tap! Tap! Tap!"

"Alright… I'm up." A head of messy tousled raven locks peeked out of the covers and eyelids were half opened, revealing startling emerald orbs. The young boy looked normal except for a distinctive scar shaped like a lightning bolt that was situated to the left side of his forehead. He groped around blindly for a black pair of spectacles.

"Tap! Tap! Tap!" The boy frowned and opened his mouth to reply, only to start at the window pane with an open jaw. A tawny owl was tapping insistently on the glass and he lifted his glasses to rub his eyes, trying to determine the reality of the sight.

Is that an owl on the window still? So Father and Mother decided to contact me?

Green eyes blinked and the young boy opened the window. The white owl hopped into the small bed in the thorough the window of the small but cosy bedroom. The green eyed youngster petted the owl with a finger of soft reverence as it blinked intelligently, and then he realized that the owl had a letter lodged in its beak. He removed it and then the owl hooted, as if prompting the boy to open it, he gulped and turn it to see that the letter was addressed to him.

Mr. H. Potter
The Smallest Bedroom
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey

Harry gingerly opened the letter with an uncertain air, pulled out the letter out of the yellowish envelope and read:

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 a place 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 blinked and then took out another piece of yellowed parchment, and it turned out to be the list. As he read, the sly grin on his face grew. He'd be out of here soon…

Just as he finished reading the list, another owl came by, this time, a brown owl. Harry's eyes hardened as he saw the Potter Crest imprinted in the wax seal of the letter. Flipping the owls both an owl treat each, he opened the letter and pulled out the contents.

Darius will be here at 10am sharp to pick you up to get your supplies for Hogwarts. Do not be seen near us, please keep your distance as we are going to be with Henry. Do not be late for the appointment.

Lord James and Lady Lily Potter

"Short and sweet as always." Harry smiled wryly, he had gotten used to his biological family's coldness. However, Darius was coming and he didn't mind, the trusted butler of the Potter family was one of the many friends Harry had among the family servants.

"Aunt Petunia!" Harry hollered as he rushed to dress properly. The blonde woman with vivid blue eyes arrived at the bedroom's door. Petunia was thin with a long, horse-like facial structure that did nothing to dim the brilliant shining of her intelligent cobalt eyes, years of insulting her nephew was the only thing that she could do to keep her alive. The woman was one hell of an actress that it was that quality that enabled her to survive her husband's violent alcoholic fits of rages, and finally managed to divorce him two years ago by going to the Courts. Now she was the sole owner of the house and lived with her son and her nephew; once Vernon was out of the house, Dudley had asked for forgiveness and Harry gave him that and more – kinship.

"Yes, Harry?"

"Darius's coming over at ten; do you want me to do breakfast first before I go?" Harry asked, his relationship with his aunt changed drastically over the last two years without Vernon's presence. It was awkward for the first two months but the woman gradually got over her guilt and warmed up to the young boy quickly.

"It's alright, I'll manage, and you've got your Hogwarts letter today?" Harry nodded and his aunt smiled, the letter always struck a cord in her heart. But seeing that it was her nephew who got it, the arrival of the letter actually made her happy for him, because it presented a chance to allow her sister to see what she had abandoned. She bent down and surprised Harry with a hug, who hugged back awkwardly.

"Just make me proud." Petunia whispered fondly into her nephew's ear, who could only nod in amazement. Then she stood up and patted him on the head, as a distinctive pop of apparation announced the arrival of the said butler.

"Darius, thank you for coming." Harry intoned with manners of a much older child.

"It's nothing, Master Harry." Darius Riven had been serving the Potter family since his early teens, a personal friend and aide to the late Jonathan Potter. Poise and graceful with the air of a gentleman, Darius had neatly combed brown hair and intelligent blue eyes that seemed to be able to read people very well.

"Ms. Evans." Petunia nodded and blushed; it was quite obvious to Harry that his aunt harbored some sort of liking for the butler who dropped by once in a while to either check on Harry, or on errand for the Lord and Lady Potter.

"Since it's only half-past eight in the morning, why don't both of you go now and come back for a spot of lunch?" Petunia suggested as the butler nodded.

"Excellent idea, I could use the extra time to help Master Harry to prepare for his first year." Darius nodded sagely with a strange glint in his eyes and Harry smiled eagerly, today must be his lucky day. Petunia returned the smile and shooed the men into getting on their trip to Diagon Alley.

"Bye, Aunt Petunia!" Harry waved as he side apparated with Darius who said his goodbye with a bow.

CRACK! The pair appeared right in front of the majestic buildings the wizard and witch kind call Gringotts, the only Wizarding Bank and the safest place besides Hogwarts in the Wizarding World. Harry frowned and looked at his friend.

"I thought we were going to get my supplies…" Darius only smiled mysteriously and led him in. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold was a goblin. Darius bowed while Harry placed a hand over his heart and bowed.

"May the Silver and Gold of Mother Maglubiyat be showered upon you always." The goblin returned the bow and his beady eyes twinkled with amusement and slight respect. Darius raised an eyebrow and Harry answered modestly. Harry Jonathan Potter was an enigmatic young boy, even at the mere age of eleven, he carried himself with an air that suggested an older mental age. Wide, deceptively innocent emerald orbs were framed prettily with long, feminine lashes and hidden behind a pair of spectacles to dull its hypnotizing effect, a head of eternally messily tousled raven locks that added to his young charm, smooth alabaster skin due to the time he spent indoors and red cherubic lips that would form a pout if needed to deceive. He would be extremely attractive once he is of age, right now, everything about the young Potter screamed innocence but it was not the case. From a very young age, Harry was abandoned by James and Lilly Potter in favor of raising his fraternal twin, Henry Potter, the 'Boy-Who-Lived'.

"I made used of the Portkey you gave me, nobody ever used the library anyways, just making sure that she's not lonely and it's honestly a waste for all the knowledge to just leave them laying there." The young boy shrugged and Darius smiled, knowing that his deceased friend has chosen his heir well. The pair walked into a vast marble hall, about hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins on brass scales, examining precious stones through special magnifying glass. There were many silver doors to count leading off the hall, and even more goblins showing people in and out of these, Darius and Harry made for the counter.

"Good Morning, Sir," said Harry to a free goblin, who peered at the small eleven year old over his golden framed spectacles. Darius nodded and said, "Vault 381195." The goblin widened his eyes slightly and nodded when the butler showed him the ruby pendant with a golden swirl embedded elegantly in the midst of the red.

"Very well, follow me, Sirs." Once the goblin hopped off his chair and whispered to his colleague, Darius and Harry followed the short goblin into one of the doors.

"What is in vault 381195?"

"You shall find out once we get there." Darius said mysteriously and Harry pouted, causing the taller man to chuckle. The goblin started introducing himself.

"I am Holg, and I am the one leading you to the chosen vault." He held the door open for the pair and Harry, who had been expecting more marble, was surprised when he was met with the sight of a narrow stone passage-way that was lit with flaming torches and sloped steeply downwards and there were small railway tracks on the floor. Holg whistled skillfully and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks towards them. They climbed in and the cart hurtled through a maze of twisting passages on its own, Harry enjoyed the exhilarating trip whereas Darius looked slightly green but said nothing. When the cart had stopped, they hopped out of the cart and were met with the sight of a rare female goblin.

"I'm Jyallen and I'm here to conduct the ritual of the acceptance of a new Lord." The female goblin was obviously some sort of royalty amongst the goblin species for she wore a pair of silver bracelets and a regal looking necklace with strange engravings that reminded Harry of really bad handwriting, but he assumed that the engravings were in the tongue of the goblins: Gobbledygook. And he was startled when he realized that he was the new Lord, he started protesting.

"I can't be the new Lord; I am the younger son of the Potter family." Jyallen laughed a scratchy, hoarse sound but nonetheless stopped to regard Harry's small form with serious beady eyes, a small predatory smile graced the less than attractive face of the female goblin as she said:

"Who said it was the Potter title? No, dear child, it pales in comparison to what you are destined and chosen to receive." Jyallen turned to face the majestic silver and bronze door of the vault and started chanting.

"He, the Heir to the Chase name, has been Chosen. May you grant him entrance."

Jyallen touched the door and then a face of a beautiful woman appeared on the very door, lending silvery hues to her hair, eyes and skin. She looked at the young Heir and then started to speak, while the trio stood, enraptured.

"Forsaken by his blood, he grew strong and bright,
Like a steady flame in the distance, the Heir will
Bring the War to an eventual end, he will find allies
And enemies alike, during that time, uncertainty reigns.
Yin to his Yang, the Heir will find a soul-mate in time
And befriends fifteen.
Reuniting and purifying the Pieces of the Souls,
Lions, Serpents, Badgers and Ravens turn alike in aims.
Making new allies out of the continents and planes,
Bringing the Wizarding World to a New Era.
Of Freedom, of Equality and of Justice.
Bring about an Era of Revolution…"

The door's intricate designs seem to melt at the end of the chant, the silver and bronze slid out of sight and revealed a small room. Harry and Darius followed the goblin into the opened vault to see another door, and when it was opened by a intricately cut emerald, they were met with the awe-inspiring sight of treasures; mounts of gold coins, portraits of sleeping wizards and witches that looked slightly familiar to Harry and seemingly never-ending heap of books that were stacked neatly in rows and rows of expensive vintage ebony shelves. Harry gasped as he reached the shelves, eagerly, he scanned the collection and his breath lodged in his throat as most of the books were the original or perfect copies of nearly every reliable book on spells, theories, rituals and history, ancient or not. A glint of silver caught his eye and left Darius to talk to Jyallen.

"Jonathan Chase-Potter has Chosen his Heir well, I can sense his potential but why is his soul tainted with age, pain and sorrow? A Chase Heir should be well-taken care of, even so, a child, any child should be. And it has been ages since the Lady had materialized and spoke to an Heir. " Jyallen frowned, marring her facial features further but she nodded. Darius sighed and Jyallen let go of the topic as she continued.

"The Ancients have recognized the Child; they send their regards and a message saying that they will meet him in person in the future." Jyallen was no ordinary royalty amongst the goblins; she was the famed Goblin Seer, the Crown Goblin Princess and lived for over two thousands years. The last twenty-two Chase heirs have been instated by her and Gringotts was under her control.

The glint that had caught the young boy's eye belonged to an elaborately carved silver and ebony crystal of a phoenix with crimson rubies as eyes. Harry was captivated the moment he laid his eyes on the sculpture and he reached to touch it. As he did, the crystal started glowing and the adults in the room just stared at the light that surrounded the young boy, looking like soft tendrils of magic. Jyallen gasped as the crystal was replaced by a very much alive looking Shadow Phoenix. The majestically stunning mystical bird trilled softly and then bowed to the young boy by lowering its head crowned with an exquisite plume of dark feathers.

"Hello. What's your name?" Harry whispered softly as he stroked the regal head of the Phoenix. The bird trilled melodically and leaned into the touch.

My name is Elwendaria, the Chase Lord's primary familiar. Pleased to meet you Lord Harry.

The pleasure is all mine, Lady Elwendaria.

My, my. What a polite boy, usually I would be dealing with brats at your age. Your grandfather was a particularly mischievous one.

Let's just say that my life so far has certain redeemable advantages. Harry vaguely hinted at a bad childhood but Elwendaria already knew because she received his memories upon the fixation of the familiar bond. The Shadow Phoenix did not push the topic further but also realized that he has an amazing level of spiritual strength that a visible layer can be seen surrounding him in a silvery light.

Harry dear, have you ever been able to see spirits that are not ghosts? Elwendaria was curious, but it was hard to differentiate ghosts and spirits, unless you counted Hollows. Harry frowned, and then shook his head.

Even if I saw a spirit that was not a ghost, it would be hard to see the difference. Perhaps you may want to teach me the differentiation? Elwendaria's laughter was a pleasant trill in his head and Harry smiled.

Perhaps, but now is not the time. Since you have been successfully instated as the Chase Lord, it's time for you to get going; you've got your supplies to get. By the way, we'll be Phasing to your Manor and the books will be automatically transferred to the libraries. Harry gulped, he did not know that the title came with such extravagance but nonetheless, he nodded. Then another bright light surrounded the bird and Elwendaria's glossy dark feathers turned into a gorgeous robe of the same hue that covered a voluptuously elegant body but nothing compared to the phoenix's human form's facial beauty. Thick raven locks cascaded luxuriously down a slender back, aristocratically high cheekbones that gave her the heart shaped facial structure and dark red lips that were pouty and full. But her most alluring feature were her large, heavily lashed crimson orbs, unlike Voldemort's, was filled with warmth and regality. Harry's eyes widened in surprise while Darius stared unapologetically, Jyallen gave a coarse laugh and Elwendaria bowed respectfully to the Goblin Princess, who returned a similar but less elegant version.

"Elwendaria, it has been a thousand years since you decided to use your human form." Elwendaria merely smiled prettily and replied in a melodious voice.

"I didn't see the need to, but now, this new Lord has the potential that I would like to nurture myself."

"I am sure that he'll make a good Apprentice who will please even the Ancients." Elwendaria nodded and Jyallen disappeared in a flash. Darius finally found his tongue and bowed.

"Greetings, Lady Elwendaria." The Phoenix only smiled and offered her hand, and the butler placed a light kiss.

"So, Darius, since I have a Manor now, would you like to be the Head of Staff?" Harry smiled sweetly; Darius returned the smile and nodded, taking out a leather bag for the coins. Then Harry stopped Darius.

"I think it would be better if we were to get a card that directly transfers the amount of money into the bank accounts of the shops, I would hate to carry a bag around that could be stolen. Master Holg!" The goblin promptly appeared and bowed.

"What can I do for you, Milord?" Harry sighed and smiled.

"I would prefer Harry, if you please." The goblin shook his head and Harry gave up, rolling his eyes.

"I would like to ask if there was an available card that takes care of transactions, instead of bringing coins around." Holg nodded and proceeded to explain the requirements and regulations.

"The card is only available to those clients who has a net fortune with a minimum worth of two million galleons, the card directly transfers the require amount of funds needed into the directed accounts and your magical signature would be needed to be near the card to prevent any unauthorized transactions." Harry nodded and then voiced more questions.

"Is it possible to issue cards that other people can use?" Holg nodded again.

"An authorized user aside from the vault owner would need to have their magical signature keyed in into the card, a monthly statement would be sent to the vault owner. Would you like to see your assets, Milord?" Harry nodded, curiosity taking over. The goblin snapped his overly long and bony fingers and a piece of parchment appeared in his other hand. Handing the piece of parchment over to Harry, with Darius looking over the young boy's shoulder. Both widened their eyes upon realizing the amount.

"54.9 billion Galleons? I am worth that much?" Harry whispered, unable to believe while Holg nodded and said.

"The Chase assets are on par with the England's Malfoys, Italy's Zabinis, Japan's Crosses and China's Lees. They make up the top five richest Wizarding families, and your title is recognized within the British Royalty and Nobility." Harry gulped and then drew in a deep breath to steady himself, smiling; he unknowingly offered the helpful goblin a prestigious honour in the Gringotts hierarchy.

"Master Holg, I would appreciate it very much if you were to be willing to be the goblin in charge of the Chase transactions in Gringotts." Holg gasped and then bowed deeply.

"It would be an honour to serve the Chase family; you have my loyalty and faith, Milord." The goblin disappeared with the list and Harry frowned.

"Why did Holg pledge his allegiance to me?"

Elwendaria smiled explained; this young boy is an enigma, one moment he is so mature and then the next, an innocent child…

"Being in charge of an esteemed client such as yourself has ensured Holg high status amongst his peers, and it is custom in the Goblin culture to pledge one's allegiance if made head of finance." Harry nodded; at least he had helped someone today. Then the butler remembered his charge's question and he answered.

"I'll tell the rest of the staff and since their contracts are going to be expired…" Darius merely smiled and let the rest of the sentence hang, causing both Elwendaria and Harry to smile slyly. The goblin returned, this time with the card.

"Milord, there is a one million galleon limit on this card, and you can change it whenever you want, just send an owl." Harry nodded and the goblin used his magic to bring the trio back to the top.

"Thank you, Holg."

"You're welcome, Milord. The doors of Gringotts will welcome you eternally." The goblin bowed again and disappeared. Then Elwendaria's crimson orbs flashed as she had an idea.

Harry, I have some pressing matters at hand, but not to worry, I'll be able to get to you through the bond. Harry gave a nod and after mentally instructing her new charge, Elwendaria disappeared in a vortex of black flames.

"Some pressing matters." Harry answered the butler's unspoken question. And as the pair walked into Diagon Alley, Harry wished for more eyes. The young boy turned his head in every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping.

"Harry, it might be prudent for you to get some decent robes." Darius suggested and his young lord nodded. Harry found himself in front of Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions; he guessed he would be getting his uniforms first. Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch with a matronly charm. She was dressed in a purple dress robe that sparkled now and then.

"Hogwarts, dear?" Harry smiled shyly. Madam Malkin cooed, "Such a sweet child."

"Got the lot here, I just fitted three young men, in fact." In the back of the shop, three boys were standing on footstools while three witches pinned up their long robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to the young boy with a pale effeminate face, slipped a long robe over his head and began to pin it to the right length.

"Hello," said the boy pleasantly, "Hogwarts too?"

"Yes." Harry found himself oddly at ease with the rest of the boys. The blonde boy gave him a small smile and introduced himself.

"My name's Draco Malfoy, pleased to meet you." Oh, the Malfoy family, Harry heard about them from his family when he saw them, something about them being Pureblooded bigots who hates everyone not pureblooded. However, he also read about how they were rich, powerful and intelligent people who looked out for their own family. Then the bronzed, dark haired boy gave him a bright, cheeky grin.

"I'm Blaise Zabini, nice to meet you and the quiet guy beside me is Theodore Nott, we call him Theo." The brunette boy with serious brown eyes offered a small, polite nod. Harry smiled.

"Pleased to meet you all, my name's Harry Potter."

Harry waited for the associated gasp that came with his last name and the requests for his brother's autograph. Instead, all he got was a small smile from the blond wizard, while the dark haired Zabini shrugged and grinned, and the stoic brunette looked at him through half-lidded eyes as if it was just like any other day. Today, Harry concluded, just looked brighter.

Harry returned a grin.

Madam Malkin also chose that moment to clap her hands and announced that she just finishing fitting his robes. Harry hopped off the stool after Madam Malkin vanished the robes and returned with four replicates of the original fitted one. Harry had chose an entire wardrobe ordered at Darius's doing and now with black robes lined with silver, Harry looked the very picture of a young lordling.

"Come on Harry, it's time to gather more of your supplies," Harry nodded and walked to his new valet, but not before turning back around to wave goodbye to his newfound friends.

"Bye, I'll see you in Hogwarts." Blaise waved and Draco smiled, while Theo nodded his goodbyes.

"We'll save you a seat in the compartment!" Blaise yelled and Draco elbowed the young boy in the ribs to shut him up, Harry chuckled and nodded.

Harry and Darius walked some more and then a low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium – Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown and Snowy attracted the young boy's attention. Harry looked inquiringly at his friend and Darius nodded, the pair then entered the shop. There were many owls, but one caught his eye: A perfect, gorgeous snow white owl with intelligent yellow eyes and a calm, quiet demeanour. The young man trained his emerald orbs on its yellow eyes and walked towards her cage. The shopkeeper saw him and helpfully quipped that the owl was a female.

"Hello, girl." The owl hooted softly and tilted her head slightly to a side; Harry smiled, finding his choice adorable.

"I'll take her." The shopkeeper smiled and nodded, asking for five galleons, which Darius supplied. The card was only for bills higher than a hundred galleons. Soon, the owl was let out and she flew away, hooting her temporary farewell to her master. Harry entered the Magical Menagerie. The place was a myriad of smells and Harry scrunched his nose at the unpleasantness. The shopkeeper saw the pair and came forth with a smile.

"Hello, how may I help you?"

"May I see your selection of snakes?"

At the peculiar request, the woman widened her eyes slightly but nodded, leading the pair to a darker area. The snakes started hissing when the group came closer.

§ Sssstupid woman, give ussss ssssome light! §

§ Hussssh my childe, there'ssss nothing you can do about it. Ssssave ssssome energy. §

Harry looked at the direction of the hissing and then saw a beautiful female snake with obsidian and platinum scales, her eyes was an interesting bright sapphire and on her crown was a transparent crystal. It seemed to Harry that she was made entirely out of jewels. She also had five little copies of her slithering lethargically around her. Harry gestured to Darius who turned to the woman and dismissed her. When the young boy saw that it was already to speak, he stood near the tank and hissed.

§ Hello. §

The large snake snapped her head around and returned a surprised hiss. § You sssspeak? §

§ It issss an honour to have found ssssuch a beautiful sssspecimen assss you. §

The snake gave a pleased hiss, § It issss also an honour to have met a Sssspeaker §

§ What sssspeciessss are you? I've never sssseen a ssssnake like you. §

§ I'm an Indian Gemstone Sssnake, and thesssse are my children. §

§ They are beautiful assss well. §

§ Thank you, praisssse from a Sssspeaker is the highest of all. §

§ Would you like to come with me? I'll also take your children. §

§ Really? Really? Mother, we can go with the nicccce powerful Sssspeaker? § One of the smaller snakes decided to speak up and Harry smiled. Darius was just captivated by the foreign exchange of language.

§ It would be a great honour to sssserve a Sssspeaker. §

Harry nodded, § I'll make sure that you'll have protection, food, sssspace to roam and enough ssssunlight. §

The female snake rose to meet Harry's eyes and then bowed with serpentine elegance. § We pledge our sssservicessss and loyalty to you, my lord. §

§ Sssso do we. § The five little snakes slithered beside their mother and bowed in a similar fashion. Darius just stared and Harry smiled.

"Darius, I'll take the whole tank of snakes."

"Very well, my lord."

They paid a hundred and fifty galleons for the snakes and next came shopping for Harry's wand. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.

"Darius, I would like you to purchase some Potions ingredients for me, hopefully the ones that are awkward with an eleven year old purchasing it and get me my school books too?" The butler was handed a neatly written list and after he scanned the items, he nodded and walked off.

A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as Harry stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single spindly chair which looked very much in place with the old shop. Harry felt strangely at home as he looked at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. And for some reason, the back of his neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with a secret magic.

"Good afternoon," said a soft, eerie voice. Harry spun around gracefully to see an old man standing before them, his pale, serene eyes shining like full moons through the gloom of the shop.

"Hello, Sir." Harry returned the greeting politely and earned himself a small, mysterious smile.

"Ah, yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I though I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter."

It was not a question and as the old man's pale, eerie eyes bored into Harry's green, he stared straight back at him with a slight uncertainty. "Your father favoured a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well I say your father favoured – it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course." Smiling understandingly, Ollivander moved on, as he realized that Harry tensed at the mention of his parents. Coming closer, he whispered.

"And that's where…" The old man touched the smooth area where the lightning scar on Harry's forehead resided with a long, white finger. Harry gulped and widened his eyes, how could the man know? He had purposely used Muggle cosmetics that he had borrowed from Aunt Petunia to cover the scar up. No one must know! Apparently the flashes of fear in the emerald orbs were enough for the old wandmaker, who smiled and reassured the young boy.

"I wouldn't tell a soul. I am sorry to say that I sold the wand that did it," he said softly.

"Thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful and in the wrong hands… well if I'd known that that wand was going out into the world to do…" He shook his head lightly and then got right back to business as the bell tinkled again, this time admitting a young brunette girl with long bushy locks, she was pretty with a heart shaped face and intelligent brown eyes. She carried herself with a mature grace that not many girls at his age could pull off.

"I apologize but I have to get some more wands, as three of you will be buying your wands." The Ollivander wandmaker slipped silently back into his shop again, Harry looked at the girl who seemed to be the same age, and introduced himself but not before realizing that there were only two of them, instead of the three that Ollivander just mentioned. Or did the old wandmaker know something that he didn't?

"Hello, my name is Harry Potter." The young girl's brown orbs remained cool and she nodded.

"Hermione Granger." Harry appraised the other eleven-year old with a cool gaze, now knowing that the girl is a muggleborn although her carriage suggested someone Pureblooded. Then the old wandmaker returned with more boxes in his arms, as he walked, the newly formed acquaintances stared at the even larger pile being levitated behind the man.

"Alright, I've got all th –" The pale man was cut off by a tinkling of the shop's bell.

The newcomer was a young boy with hair the colour of blood and eyes the colour of the ocean. His gaze was calm as he took a look around the shop. Harry recognized the boy as the youngest Weasley son and he nodded. The nod was returned with a cool one and Harry smirked inwardly. If he wasn't wrong, the Weasley boy could be a worthy ally, or even friend.

"Miss Granger, Mister Weasley, Mister Potter, which one of you would like to choose first?" Harry shrugged and said.

"Ladies first," and Hermione stepped up, nodding her thanks. Then the elderly wandmaker surveyed the girl with a critical eye, who looked curiously at the wizard. He smiled, pleased. It was not everyday when he looked at a child only to have the same child look back at without fear in their eyes.

"Child, which one is your wand hand?"

"Right."

"Ten and a half inches, yew, Unicorn's blood with Flame Crystal Shard." Hermione took the wand and gave it a wave, the flowers on the reception table burst into flames and the old man snatched it away, only to give her another.

"Eight inches, Mahogany and dragonheart string." Hermione was about to give it a flick but it was snatched away with a smile.

"No, no, it wouldn't do. We'll just have to get more wands; I suspect the same for the rest too." The old wizard only took out ten sophisticatedly carved boxes of different woods. When he opened every one of the cases, his pale eyes glinted as he fingered the long magical appendages. Taking out an elegant black wand out of a box made out of the same wood, he presented the wand with pride and reverence.

"Thirteen and a half inches, mahogany, a shard of the Wisdom Diamond and Unicorn blood." When Hermione held the wand in her hand, she felt a pleasant, tingling sensation coursing through her magical core and then the recently dead flowers slowly started to regain their colour and lives. Harry and Ron looked with interested gazes, as the wandmaker watched in amusement, then Ollivander broke the reverie by addressing the auburn haired boy.

"I know just what would suit you." He reached over to reach into a dark brown wooden box and took out a wand of the same length, to give to Ron, whose cerulean orbs were shining with muted excitement.

"Wand Hand?" Ron held out his right hand. "Thirteen and a half inches. Snakewood, Hair of a Fire Pegasus and Shard of the Crimson Flame." Ron felt a pleasant, tingling sensation not unlike his sister's, gave it a wave and a pyrotechnic image of a Fire Pegasus reared on its hind legs and galloped wildly, disappearing into thin air. The young trio was amazed by the display.

"That was…" Hermione breathed and Harry nodded, quiet. Ron blushed at the praise and quirked a half-smile.

"Your wand hand, child?"

"I can write with both hands."The wand maker widened his eyes slightly and smiled serenely.

"Interesting, it has been long since I have encountered an ambidextrous child. I think this would suit you." He reached into a dark red box and pulled out twin wands.

"Twelve inches. Lignum Vitae, Basilisk King's Venom, eight drops of his blood and a Shard of the Shadow Eye. The other is identical in any other way except for containing the Basilisk Queen's Venom and eight drops of her blood. Hold one in each hand and wave it at the same time." Harry felt a rush of familiarity as he did as he had been instruction and a magnificent imitation of the Southern Lights was conjured. The other two eleven year olds watched the display with fascination.

"That pair of wands was the product of one of my travels when I was much younger. I collected magical ingredients from exotic places and experimented with them, and the results were nine double-cored wands that have never been touched without being hurt and a pair of triple-cored wands that have the magical properties that enabled both wands to collaborate perfectly and perform spells simultaneously but no one besides me have been able to touch. And I believe the pair has chosen its master." Harry swallowed, realizing the power his new wands contained. Then Ollivander frowned.

"This pair contains too much power to be used in everyday school life; you'd have to get a different one for that purpose alone. And I think I might have got the right one…" The wandmaker mumbled to himself as he walked up a ladder to search for that particular wand and then he found it. Bringing it down, he laid the wand into Harry's right hand.

"Eleven inches, holly and phoenix feather. Nice and supple." Harry felt a sudden warmth in his fingers and he raised the wand slightly above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold spark shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light onto the walls. Ollivander smiled and nodded.

"Interesting but curious…" Harry's interest rose and he asked.

"What's so curious?"

"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Master Chase. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather, just another. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand too when its brother – why, its brother gave you that scar." Harry nodded solemnly.

"Yes, thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember… I think we must expect great things from you; your parents have been blinded. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things – terrible, yes, but great." The trio shivered from the intensity the soft voice carried.

"So how much does the wands cost?" Hermione asked softly and the old man smiled grandfatherly.

"My dear child, these wands are without cost. Instead, I must thank you for allowing an old man to finally stop worrying about these wands. However, Mister Potter, the single cored wand costs seven galleons. And remember, that pair must only be used at the moments best suited for it." Harry nodded as he pressed seven gold coins into the wandmaker's wrinkled hands.

"Thank you." The trio chorused, only to receive a smile and then they exited the store with Ollivander looking at their backs.

"No, thank you." Ollivander softly intoned, oh yes, they would be a powerful group… especially Harry Chase-Potter and there would be more coming along anytime… he thought, eyeing his wooden boxes of double cored wands. The trio that just left will change the course of wizarding history.

Now he would have to just wait for the rightful owners of the remaining seven wands.

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Coming Up Soon: Hogwarts

This is will be the last new story for quite some time - I have a lot more but I don't think i'll be posting anymore new ones until the posted ones are more steadily progressing. Right now, I've 10 fics on my hands. More plotlines to be written but i've got the time. Again, this fic has been written a long time ago and I've only recently decided to post it. I just realised that i'm totally enamoured with revolution fics. Lol. This has more of a fantasy infusion in it with magical creatures, prophecies, powerful magics, rituals etc...

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