A Trip In Diagon Alley

After stopping at the bank we head back up and head towards Flourish and Blotts since getting the books should be the fastest. Then comes Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions as well as Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment for the robes, hat, cloak, gloves, crystal phials, a telescope, and a set brass scales. Then came Potage's Cauldron Shop for the cauldron, of course. Conveniently it is right next to Ollivanders and Eeylops Owl Emporium.

Next, we went to Eeylops because I wanted to save the wand for last. Inside there were a ton of different owls all different colors and various shapes... as varied as owls get I mean. I ended up buying a grey screech owl since it seemed to give me a curious nod when I looked at it. It was a light greyish brown with feathers on its head that made it look like it had huge eyebrows and was always angry. I am still pending on the name.

Finally, Finally, it was time to go to Ollivanders, I could, at last, get a wand that would suit me properly. As I walk in the shop is seemingly empty, auntie told me to go in myself, that it was better if I didn't have anyone to influence my decision. Looking down the rows of shelves, it is littered with wands. I see an old man curiously looking in the shelves picking out wants and moving them. The door chime rang but he he seems to have been too focused.

"Excuse me!" I call out getting his attention.

His head snaps to me in a slightly creepy fashion "Ah yes sorry I was so engrossed in work I didn't hear the bell ring. Here for your first wand, I suppose?"

"Yup" I smile at him, He looks at me up and down taking a long look at my right arm.

"Dominant arm please."

I nod as I hold out my right arm. From seemingly nowhere he pulls out a measuring tape. He quickly takes measurements of my arm from shoulder to finger tips then nods. Before he even says anything more to me he walks to a shelf in the far left isle shuffling through it with his eyes quickly. After only a few seconds he picks out one seemingly randomly.

He carefully takes the wand out of the box and hands it over to me. "Here you go boy, try it out."

I take the wand and give it a wave at the bell on the desk, the bell doesn't make a sound but cracks. "Well, that certainly isn't it." He says as he takes the wand from me. He walks back to the shelves and grabs another one.

"Hmm, maybe this will work.. Eleven inches, English oak, with a dragon heart-string core." He hands me the new wand. I flick my wrist again and the same thing occurs, the bell gains another crack.

"A tricky customer I see, shall we try different woods?" He goes back to grab another.

This happens 54 times, trust me I counted after the 54th try the bell finally broke. "I'm sorry sir I didn't mean to break it."

"It's fine I have a load of them in back, it happens more often than you thin-" he pauses in thought. "Tell me boy have you ever witnessed the death of someone?" he asks in a near whisper.

I don't reply I just give a small nod. "Then I will be right back..." he takes off in a fast walk towards the back of the shop and into the back room.

I sigh as he disappears, 'is it because I'm not a real human that the wands don't like me?' I become a bit depressed thinking about the possibility of me not having a perfect fit.

After maybe a minute or two he comes out again holding a wand box but this one is black with intricate golden inlays. A far better case then every one of the old worn boxes the other wands are in.

'fancy box for a wand' I think.

He sets the box carefully on the desk and opens it slowly, with both hands. The wand itself is pure black, the handle is also black but the golden inlays on the handle extending to the bottom of the wand. The inlays look identical to what is on the box, golden skeletal wings.

My eyebrows perk up as he takes the wand out carefully and presents it to me with both hands. 'This wand seems longer than the ones he has given me before.' As I take it into my had it feels like putting on a perfectly fitting glove, my power runs into the wand and circulates back to me naturally with me even willing it.

I feel the darkness in the back of my mind soothe a bit and retreat further. It felt as though my magic that had been wildly flowing in my body was now a complete loop. I close my eyes enjoying the control over the darkness before a smile creeps on my face.

"This feels perfect!" I exclaim but Ollivander has no reaction he just stares at me looking very serious.

"Try it out," he says, his voice sounds dry. I point at the bell hanging on the door and flick my wrist again, this time the bell makes a harmonious chime. Ollivander's face is still hard no longer staring at me or the wand but just out into space.

"Um, excuse me, Mr. Ollivander, I'll take this on please," I say hoping to get out while this old man is still sane. He seeming snaps out of his 1000 yard stare and looks back at me with a less stressed out face.

"Boy, let me tell you a story. There was once a young wandmaker who came from a long long line of wandmakers. He was an impressionable lad that wanted to make a wand so grand his name would live on forever.

One night his mother had told him about a story she read, the book was called the Deathly Hallows. In the story Death, himself personally made a wand and gifted it to a mortal, this wand is known as the Elder wand, the most powerful wand in existence...

The young man slaved away trying to make the same wand for years and years. After fourty years of trying he finally accepted no mortal man can create a wand that incorporates Thestral tail hair with Elder Wood. Because even though Elder wood was considered rare and powerful it just could not handle the power of Thestral hair; we can assume Death used something more powerful than regular magic to strengthen the wood.

So the man sought out all different kinds of wood capable of making a wand and tried incorporating Thestral hair into it as a core. This process took him many years since he would try many times over with the same wood to make sure it wasn't his talent in the way. The man tried 42 different types of wood, even some types of wood not used in wand making, just because it was a possibility.

On the 42nd type of wood, he finally found success, first try no less. After that first success however, he failed thousands of more attempts. He couldn't create a second like it, finally, he accepted defeat and retired. It would have taken the fool less time had he not gone in alphabetical order. The wood he used was Yew wood, known for its dark tendencies and power over life and death.

The old fool was successful but the wand he created never chose anyone, and if it didn't choose them it would cause spell backlash to the wielder. The wand is temperamental, like a child. It will lash out at any sign of weakness or its owners death... That old fool was my Great Great Grandfather Gervont Ollivander, and you are now holding that very wand.

15 Inches, Natural Black Yew, Unyieldingly sturdy, and a Thestral Tail Hair Core... the one and only, outside of the elder wand of course. "

I just stare at him dumbfounded still taking in all the information he has just given me. This story was new to me, did the Elder Wand get created after Sid left society?

"I'll be honest young man, I'm not sure If I even want to give away this wand, it is like a family treasure. Not only that but considering everything about it, this wand must be very powerful, not that anyone has ever shown its power... But... Considering the wand chooses the wizard and you are the first person that wand has ever chosen, I will bite my tongue and part ways with it."

I bow my head "Thank you, sir"

"No need, No need boy. That will be 7 Galleons please." He says with a pained smile.

I dig in my bag and pull out two massive handfuls of galleons and put them on the desk 'That should be at least a few hundred'.

"Boy, this is way too much all wands only cost 7 Galleons, this has been a tradition since the founding of this store."

"Just consider it a gift from a friend and patron." I smile at him. Seeing the look on my face he just nods.

"By the way young man, what is your name?"

"Soren, Soren Black," I say as I start walking away, I can see him nod out of the corner of my eye.

As I am about to open the door I turn the face him "By the way sir, is it real? The Elder Wand?"

He smiles at me "Yes Mr. Black, yes it is."

With that I nod at him as thanks and leave, completing my trip to Diagon Alley and getting my First Wand. I meet up with auntie who is waiting outside the shop and we head home.