Chapter 11

" Definitely not that one. " Mr Ollivander said as he quickly snatched the wand from my hand.

Quite some time had passed since we began what I call our little game of trial and error to find my destined death stick, and oh boy, let me tell you, it has been quite the adventure so far.

While some wands, like the first one given to me, showed no reaction, others, such as the one Mr. Ollivander snatched away just now, reacted much more violently to my touch.

It was as if the wands felt repulsed to be held by me. 

' Cranky old crazy wands. I hope someone accidentally steps on these little shits and breaks them in half. ' I thought to myself as I smelled my hands. 

Nope, it's definitely not because of the smell. My hands still carried the scent of the cheap body wash I had taken from one of the shops I had looted before.

' Well, the professor was right about it being intense sometimes, but I'm sure that even she would have never thought that it was going to turn out like this. ' I thought to myself as I glanced at the pile of wands on the side of the counter. 

Those were all of the wands that had rejected me so far. 

One hundred and counting. 

" What is this one made out of this time? " I asked as Ollivander opened another wand box. 

" This,Mr Grey, is a thirteen inch wand made out of cherry wood. The core of this one is made from the tail hair of a young unicorn foal. " Mr Ollivander said as he handed me the wand. 

The moment I touched the wand, an electric shock traveled through my palms to the rest of my body.

Surprised, I let go of the wand, letting it fall onto the wooden floor with a thud. 

You would think that I would have gotten used to this by now, but no. Each wand that rejected me reacted differently to my holding it.

"A rejection? I presume," Ollivander asked as he bent down to retrieve the wand that I had dropped onto the floor.

"Yeah. It shocked me. I don't mean figuratively, Mr. Ollivander. I mean, that wand literally zapped my hands when I held it," I answered his question as I rubbed my numb palms together.

"Is that so?" Mr. Ollivander said as he looked at the wand and then back at me, seemingly in deep thought.

" Mr Grey, can you humor an old man and hold this wand? " Mr Ollivander said as he reached into my rejected wand pile and handed me a wand from there. 

" Nothing. There is no reaction " I said as I held the wand he gave me. 

" It is as I thought. "

" What? What do you mean? " I asked.

" Mr Grey, this wand shop may sell wands made out of different types of wood, but we only sell wands with cores belonging to three different kinds of animals. "

"The phoenix."

"The unicorns."

"And the dragons."

" Are those the only types of cores?"" I asked.

" No. Of course not. But all witches and wizards have a varying degree of affinity for the cores made from these animals. "

"Some people may favor wands that use unicorn cores, while others may prefer wands with cores from a dragon. But anyhow, the point is that wizards and witches can use wands made out of other cores as well. The only downside is that spells cast from wand cores other than the favored type may be a little weaker due to compatibility issues."

" These three types of wand cores are what we wand makers call the universal cores."

"Well, at least that was the case until you came along, Mr Grey. " Mr Ollivander said as he stared at me.

It was almost as if I was a puzzle that he was dying to solve.

" I don't quite follow, Mr Ollivander. What exactly do you mean by that? " 

" It simply means that you have absolutely zero compatibility with wands made with a dragon core and, for some reason, negative compatibility with wands made from unicorn cores. " 

" Strange. Very strange indeed. To my knowledge, unicorn cores are the most accepting out of the three."

" For a creature of light to reject you this badly, you must have done some terrible things in your past life. " Mr Ollivander said with a chuckle. 

' You could not have been more wrong about my past life , you old man. ' I thought to myself as the memories of the last moments of my previous life resurfaced in my mind. 

' Never again am I going to die so helplessly' I vowed to myself.

" So phoenix wands are my only options? " I asked, in an attempt to redirect the conversation.

" Yes.It does appear that way, Mr Grey. "

"However, I must warn you. Phoenix wands are notoriously hard to please and incredibly rare. In fact, I would say you are extremely lucky, as I happen to have two phoenix wands in my possession at this moment."

" Just two? I understand that they are rare, but aren't two kinda less? You have thousands of wands in this shop, and you only have two wands that have cores from Phoenix? why? " I questioned with a frown on my face. 

The old man chuckled as I said that. 

" There is only one known phoenix in the eternity of Great Britain, Mr Grey. They are elusive creatures and are incredibly picky when it comes to parting with their feathers. It is already a great blessing that I was given two tail feathers from Fawks."

" Some wand makers go their entire lives without working on a single wand made from a phoenix core. While I had been fortunate enough to work on two by myself. " 

' Interesting. So the two he made must be Voldemort's and Harry Potter's wands, so where did the third one come from.? ' I wondered. 

" So both the ones that I am going to hold are made from the same phoenix? " I asked, wanting to know more about where he got the third wand from. 

" No, Mr Grey. The twin brother to this wand has long left this humble shop of mine. " He said this as he held a wand box in his hand.

" 11 inches long, made of holly, with a phoenix feather core. Try it out. " Mr Ollivander said as he held the now opened box towards me. 

Nervous and anxious about another potential rejection, I slowly reached out towards the wand. 

Firmly gripping the handle, I took it out. 

As soon as I did, green sparks started to fly out from the tip of the wand before settling down. 

" So does that mean this is my wand? " I asked the wand maker, who was now squinting his eyes towards the hand that held the wand that should have originally belonged to the child of prophecy. 

" Maybe. Wait here, Mr Grey. Let me go grab the other wand just to be sure. " 

" Oh dear. Was Albus wrong ? " I heard Mr Ollivander mutter out loud as he walked past me towards the staircase. 

' Ah. So Dumbledore already expected this wand to choose Harry Potter as its master. ' I thought to myself as I put the wand back in its box before gently placing it back on the counter.

The reason? I simply didn't want to hold this wand any longer than I had to.

While it didn't reject me like all the previous ones did, It just didn't feel right for some reason. Plus, I didn't want that meddling coot to include me in any of his self-righteous plans. 

' Albus Dumbledore would get no brownie points from me after he left poor Harry Potter to rot at Number 4 Privet Drive. While I'm not going to judge him like some dark lord like many in my previous life did, that man won't be regarded as a saintly grandfather in my eyes either. ' 

* Tap *

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" That must be quite a special wand if the box is sealed inside such a fancy looking pouch. " I said to him as he came down the stairs, my eyes fixated on the velvety black bag Mr Ollivander was holding.

' None of the other wand boxes were in a bag. Even the wand box that held the holly wand of the wizarding Jesus was stored in an ordinary looking wooden box.' 

' So what makes this one so special? ' I pondered as my eyes wandered between the bag Mr Ollivander was carrying and the box that held the future wand of Harry Potter. 

" hahahah" 

" Curious about this wand, aren't you, lad? " Mr Ollivander said as he walked behind the counter. 

Setting the bag on the counter, Mr Ollivander drew his wand in a motion that was simply too quick for my eyes to follow.

" Have a seat. Mr Grey. " Mr Ollivander said as he waved his wand in a clockwise motion. 

" Wicked. " I couldn't help but let out a whisper as a chair popped into existence in front of me. 

How could I not be awed?

I just watched a man say fuck you to reality and made the law of equivalent exchange their bitch.

Sitting down at the very real chair that was made out of nowhere just seconds ago, I turned my head towards the one that conjured the very thing that I was seated on. 

" So what is this all about? " I asked the wand maker. 

" Ah yes. You must be wondering why I am doing all this? "

I simply nodded my head at his question. 

" Aren't you curious about this wand? " He asked.

Once again, I nodded at his question. 

" Well, that is precisely why I asked you to sit down, Mr Grey. " 

" This wand has a very long history behind it." 

" In fact, it is so long that this box and the wand inside of it is older than me and this very shop we are in right now. " Mr Ollivander said as he took a pitch black box out of the bag. 

" Then was it one of your ancestors that made this wand , Mr Ollivander ? " I asked as I took a closer look at the box. 

' The entire box is covered in markings and symbols. ' I observed. 

"Well, according to the stories that are passed down in my family, my ancestor certainly had a hand in making this beauty."

"But I'm afraid that my family cannot take credit for the creation of this wand. "

" He was, after all, a mere helper in its creation. " Mr Ollivander said as he opened the box. 

Just like how wedding rings are placed inside fancy cushioned out boxes.

The wand inside the box rested on a black cushion that covered the entire inside of the box. 

And by God, was it unique. 

It made all the wands I had held before look like nothing more than simple twigs. 

The wand was as dark as the box that it rested in. 

But that was not what made the wand unique. There were multiple wands in the pile that had a similar color to this one. 

No.

What made this wand truly unique was the fiery orange lightning pattern etched along its surface, extending seamlessly from its base to its tip.

" Are you sure, Mr Ollivander? Isn't this something like a family heirloom? " I asked hesitantly. 

"Of course, Lad. You are not the first one me and my ancestors presented this wand to, and if you are not chosen by it, you won't be last either. My family is nothing but a keeper for this wand until its destined partner has come."

"Originally, this wand was made for the daughter of the witch who made it alongside my ancestor. She entrusted my family to give it to her daughter when she came for it. Only the daughter never arrived. My ancestors tried to find her or any of the remaining family members of that family, but it was as if they had all vanished into thin air. "

" Now it just sits and gathers dust in a corner of my office. An unjust destiny for such a beautiful wand. " The wand maker said as he sighed.

Taking a deep breath, I reached out my hand to pick up the wand.

Hmm. 

" I don't feel anything." I said to Ollivander as I brought the wand closer to my face. 

" Looks like this was…." 

Before I could finish what I was about to say the wand started to vibrate in my hands. 

The orange lighting pattern on the wand started to glow brighter as well. 

" SQAAAAAWWWW " 

' Wtf was that? ' I thought to myself as an ear-splitting screech erupted out of nowhere, nearly deafening me.

" Mr Ollivander. Is everything okay? " I asked the old wandmaker. 

The man didn't reply, busy darting his eyes between my face, the wand, and the air above me.

' Okay. What is this creepy dude doing now? ' I thought to myself as I looked above my head.

The moment I did so, I knew why the wandmaker acted the way he did. 

There was a symbol above my head that anyone who watched or read the Harry Potter book would recognize instantly. 

It was a symbol that consisted of a triangle, a circle, and a line. 

" Peverell. You are a Peverell. The wand that was handed down by my ancestor was made by a Peverell " I heard the old man say.

With my eyes still firmly glued to the symbol that was floating above my head, I couldn't help but curse out loud the word that simplified all my emotions into one. 

" FUCK. " 

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