16 C16 Wand

*Updates will be everyday at 12pm EST*

(A/N: Want to read ahead of what I've posted so far? Go to my patreòn and get early access chapters.

As of this chapter, the patreòn is 3 chapters ahead at chapter 19. I'll probably be writing and posting at least 2 more chapters tonight.

https://www.patreón.com/AlienWarlord

Get on Discord https://discord.gg/JhVeZn5

Thanks for the Power Stones. That is if I can get power stones. Idk why it isn't accepting them. Hopefully today i can get them. Also, I don't think I'm going to do a harem this time. It's just seems easier that way and I'm kinda bored of harems. Give me your picks for who Tom should be paired with. Although depending on who is chosen, the romance may not start until later in the story. Enjoy the chapter!)

Dumbledore escorted Tom to each and every store to get his school supplies. He bought his books, clothes, cauldron, etc. The only thing that Tom couldn't get was a pet. The school didn't cover pets as they weren't essential. He couldn't even get an owl to deliver mail, as he could just use the school's owls if needed. Tom swore to himself that he would come back after Dumbledore left and browse the pet shops.

'Hmm, isn't Nagini still in human form by this point? Maybe I should find her and recruit her before she gets stuck as a snake. I may be able to come up with a cure for her blood curse sooner or later.' Tom thought as he remembered the original Voldemort's pet snake.

After getting all of his supplies, the only place left to go is Ollivanders wand shop. Dumbledore being the nosy man that he is, followed Tom straight into the shop to see what type of wand he would receive. The inside of the shop was a bit dim and behind the desk was lined with bookshelves. Each shelf is packed with boxes that house wands made by different members of the Ollivander family line. As they walked inside, Dumbledore hung back by the door as he knows of Garrick Ollivanders odd need to prank his first-time customers.

Tom walked in and made his way to the desk. He knew that Ollivander would try to scare him, or at least he thought so based on what he's read. As he made it to the desk, no one had appeared and the shop seemed empty. A silver bell sat on the desk for customers to call for service, so Tom tapped the bell a few times. A moment after hitting the bell, Garrick Ollivander popped out from behind the desk. He seemed to be in his forties or fifties with wide, pale eyes that almost shined through the darkly lit shop.

'Was he just sitting down there?' Tom thought as he stared at the odd Wandmaker before him.

Garrick tsk'd at the fact that he got no reaction at all from his prey, but let it go and went into business mode.

'Maybe begins the desk isn't the best of hiding spots' Garrick thought.

"Welcome to Ollivanders wand shop. I'm Garrick Ollivander and who might you be?" Garrick asks as he ignores Dumbledore completely.

"Thomas Riddle." Tom says flatly and decides to get to the point. "So, how does this whole thing work? Do you find a wand that's pre-made to match me, or can I order a wand to be made especially for me?" Tom asks with a quirk of his eyebrow, but before Garrick could open his mouth Dumbledore speaks up.

"He will be getting a pre-made wand. His wand is being paid for by the school, and the Hogwarts doesn't cover custom wands." Dumbledore says and Garrick nods.

"Although you can't purchase a custom-made wand today, you may come again at any time to place an order. That is if you have the spare capital to afford it. Custom wands aren't cheap, after all. Now, which is your wand arm?" Garrick asks as he gestures to Toms's hands.

"I'm ambidextrous if that's what you're asking." Tom replies as he moves both of his hands.

It's true. After getting perfect recall, Tom found that he could use both hands to write and draw perfectly. It's a skill that should come in handy during wizarding duels, as he could switch wand hands on the fly.

"Hmm, I see." Garrick nods and starts studying and measuring Tom's hands.

After taking Tom's measurements and memorizing every line in his hands, Garrick starts unloading wands in Tom one after the other. Some cause destruction the second he picks them up and others just simply do nothing at all. A few of the Tom felt a small connection to, but nothing strong enough to warrant buying it. With every failed match, Garrick's smile widened to the extreme. He loved the difficult customers the most. With the vigor of someone half of his age, Garrick poured through his stock of wands with mad glee.

"That's it! That was my last wand. You are my favorite customer, you know that? Not once in all of my family has a customer ever gone through so many wands without a match. You sure know how to please a Wandmaker, Tom." Garrick states a boxes and wands lay strewn about the room. Every shelf I'm the whole shop was empty, as they went through every one.

While they were going through the wands, Tom got to hold the wand that the original Voldemort bought. It was one of the few that he felt a slight connection to. He guessed that since he was no longer the old Tom, that wand wouldn't be a perfect match anymore.

"So, what does this mean? Do I get a custom wand or something?" Tom asks.

"Yes, we'll have to do that." Garrick says and sees Dumbledore about to speak up. "Don't worry, the price will be the same as a pre-made wand. This is the trickiest customer in the history of my family's shop, after all." Garrick says with a crazy smile plastered on his face.

"I'm honored to hold such a prestigious position." Tom says and Garrick nods as if it really were such an honor.

"Follow me." Garrick said and they started to follow him. "Not you!" He says towards Dumbledore, who was following along behind Tom. "Custom wands are more a private thing. You can wait up here if you like."

Dumbledore looks slightly annoyed at being barred from the process but agrees because this isn't his shop. He has to follow the rules like anybody else. Tom smirks at being able to ditch Dumbledore for a while. Every second spent with him felt like Tom was being studied and he didn't like it.

Garrick escorted Tom to a door that leads to a basement. The basement was even darker than the already fairly dim shop above it. The walls of the basement are lined with shelves filled with wand making ingredients. The center of the basement has workbenches and various other tools that are presumably used in wand crafting.

"I'm going to gather some wood and we'll start with that." Garrick says as he flicks his wand and many pieces of wood fly to an open table. "Place your hand on every love of wood and tell me which one you feel most connected to."

Tom nods and does as he's told. He walks to the table and places his hand on every piece. He felt a minor connection to a couple of them, but none of them felt as perfect as the one he now holds in his hand. It's a bone-white block of wood that's grasped tightly in Tom's hand. It was the last wood he grabbed and the second he touched it, he felt as if it belonged to him.

"Ah, I see." Garrick nods as he can already tell that that's the wood Tom is most compatible with. "That is yew wood. Yew wands are among the rarer kinds, and their ideal matches are likewise unusual and occasionally notorious. The wand of yew is reputed to endow its possessor with the power of life and death, which might, of course, be said of all wands, yet yew retains a particularly dark and fearsome reputation in the spheres of dueling and curses. However, it is untrue to say that those who use yew wands are more likely to be attracted to the Dark Arts than another."

"The witch or wizard best suited to a yew wand might equally prove a fierce protector of others. Wands cut from these most long-lived trees have been found in the possession of heroes quite as often as of villains. Where wizards have been buried with wands of yew, the wand generally sprouts into a tree guarding the dead owner's grave. What is certain, in my experience, is that the yew wand never chooses either a mediocre or a timid owner" Garrick explains and Tom nods as he knows that he isn't mediocre or timid.

Tom looks at the piece of yew in his hands and couldn't help but nod. The wood matches him perfectly. He's the descendent of a hero King Arthur pendragon and two dark arts masters. Well, Morgana would have been a Mistress. They were definitely notorious and he would someday be as well.

"Alright, what's next?" Tom asks as he hands the wood over to Garrick.

"Next we find what core would best fit your wand." He says and waves his wand yet again.

The leftover woods fly back to their original shelves and different types of wand cores take their place. Tom ready knows the drill and doesn't have to be told what to do. He walks forward and places his hand on every single one of them. The problem with the cores is that Tom felt a strong connection to more than one of them. One is a bunch of white hairs, and the other is a small finger bone wrapped in black clothe. When Garrick saw Tom react to two different cores, he wasn't too surprised as dual-core wands aren't that rare in custom wands. Although what shocked him is the cores themselves.

"You are truly an odd child, aren't you?" Garrick says as he eyes the cores that Tom brought back to him.

"Why is that?" Tom asks as he raises his eyebrow.

"First you have a connection with yew, which is already fairly rare, but now you bring me two cores that are the exact opposite of each other." He says as he motions for Tom to hand them over. "This is a bunch of unicorn tail hairs." He says as he snatches the hairs. "While this is the finger bone of a dementor that one of my oldest ancestors gave his very soul to retrieve." He snatched the bone and looks at the two with wonder in his wide eyes. "Somehow, your perfect wand is a mix of the purest of light creature, the unicorn, and the darkest and vile creature, the Dementor. Pretty horned pony and soul-sucking monster. Do you not see how odd that is?"