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Chapter 15 fantasy.
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"Well, maybe I'll end up in Ravenclaw like mum should have been?" Harry asked with a grin getting a chuckle out of Hagrid. Harry continued browsing the shelves of Flourish and Blott's grabbing all of his required texts. It was when he noticed the sign for Ancient Runes textbooks that Harry quickly realized he could buy more than required and expand his knowledge.
"Ancient Runes and Arithmancy are electives that start in Third Year, Harry. You won't be needed them just yet." Hagrid said as he saw Harry picking out books on both subjects.
"I'm buying them now. They're interesting subjects and I want to learn." Harry stated. "Besides I've not had much chance to explore Magic, Hagrid, I need to learn what I can before school starts."
"I guess yeh have a point, Harry." Hagrid conceded as Harry smiled and pulled a few more books off the shelves before they made their way towards the checkout counter. After all Harry wanted to learn about all sorts of Magic and with titles like, 'Magical Crafting', 'Advanced Magical Crafting', and "Esoteric Magics from Around the World' how could he not buy them?
Harry had long wanted a pet, so the Magical Menagerie was their next stop. Looking around for a while, Hagrid suddenly pointed out a beautiful Snowy Owl with luminous yellow eyes. Harry thought the owl looked amazing.
"She's a real beaut' isn't she Harry?" Hagrid asked with a grin as they walked over towards the owl.
"She's brilliant." Harry agreed as they stood in front of the owl. The owl looked them over and Harry slowly reached out to pet her. The Snowy Owl allowed Harry to gently run his fingers over her pure white feathers.
"I think she likes yeh, Harry." Hagrid chuckled. "How 'bout I buy her for yeh as an early birthday present?"
"Hagrid, you don't have to do that." Harry replied not having expected to be bought a gift.
"But I want to, Harry. Just think of it as a birthday gift from a family friend." Hagrid smiled getting a beaming smile back from Harry. They quickly picked out a nice cage for the Snowy Owl and purchased some food and treats for her before leaving the Magical Menagerie.
Their last stop of the day was the wand shop, Ollivander's. Harry couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was some kind of unidentifiable feeling in the air. Almost like static to his senses.
"Good afternoon." The soft greeting came from behind, causing Harry to almost jump from the sudden sound from behind.
"Hello." Harry replied with caution. There was something about the man and his silvery eyes that was definitely odd.
"Ah, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you here soon, Harry Potter." The man continued, seeming to ignore Harry's discomfort.
"Must yeh do that every time, Ollivander?" Hagrid asked with a sigh his own huge hand over his heart.
"Rubeus, Rubeus Hagrid. Oak at sixteen inches and a Unicorn tail hair core, rather bendy." Ollivander rattled off as he looked at Hagrid. "Good wand, that one. But I suppose they snapped it in half when you got expelled?"
"Yes, but I've still got the pieces though." Hagrid sighed.
"But you don't use them do you?" Ollivander inquired getting Hagrid to grab one side of his large coat while shaking his head.
Harry had to suppress his curiosity at the conversation between the two men. How had Hagrid gotten expelled? The old wand maker apparently knew about Hagrid's wand and what it was made out of as well. Did he know about a lot of people's wands?
"Well then, Mr. Potter, let us find your wand." Ollivander said, handing him a wand. "Try this one. Its Beech wood and Dragon heartstring. Nine inches exactly. Nice and flexible. Give it a wave."
Harry took the wand, feeling his skin tingle when it came into contact with the wood. He gave it a wave as instructed, feeling a little foolish since he knew he could do Magic without it. A weak stream of multi-colored sparks came from the end of the wand.
"A match on the first try?" Hagrid asked in surprise.
"No, no, I don't think so." Ollivander replied as he snatched the wand away, his eyes taking on a calculating glint. "Try this one Mr. Potter. Maple and Phoenix feather at eleven and a half inches."
Harry tried it, getting a similar result as the first. Ollivander suddenly looked as if he was suspicious of something and Harry wondered if it was about his ability to use Wandless magic. Thankfully, the old man didn't comment on it.
Many wands came and went, producing varying results, some stronger and others weaker. Eventually they came to a Holly wand with a Phoenix feather core that had a stronger reaction than any of the others so far. He felt something connect to his magic and seemingly fit with it, the wand releasing a great stream of sparks without any movement until it settled down a moment later.
"Curious, very curious." Ollivander muttered as he gazed at the wand in Harry's hand.
"What's curious?" Harry questioned as he looked back at the wand maker.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter." The wand maker stated. "Every single one, I find it odd that the Phoenix who donated the feather for that wand gave another feather, just one other. That other feather was used to make the wand that gave you that scar." Ollivander explained as he pointed towards Harry's forehead. "It is very curious that you would be chosen by the brother wand to that of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
Harry tried really hard not to think it, but it was useless. That sounded undeniably like an important part of the plot for a few of the fantasy books he'd read over the years. Hagrid had even mentioned that Voldemort might not actually be dead, merely severely weakened and barely holding onto life somewhere in the world.
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