Harry Potter The Unseen Heroine

"Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Miss Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."

As Mr Ollivander was explaining wands, I noticed that he was no longer measuring me. The tape measuring continued by itself. He began to get down box after box from the shelves.

"Enough." He said, and the measuring ceased. Ollivander then approached me with a wand.

"Miss Potter. Give this one a try. Cedar and Unicorn Hair. Ten inches. Somewhat flexible. Just give it a whirl."

It seemed as soon as I took it Ollivander swiped it away. Then handed me another English Oak, Dragon Heart String, Eleven Inches, and Springy. Though that also was taken quickly. Finally after my third try Ollivander pulled out another wand...

"Black Walnut and Dragon Heart String, Nine Inches. Solid." He handed it to me. It felt...right. I lifted it up and a couple sparks came out the end of it. Ollivander looked pleased.

"There it is. Indeed, like I said the wand chooses."

"Thank you sir." I said looking at my wand in amazement. I then handed it back to Ollivander who placed it back inside it's box and set it aside. I went and stood by Hagrid who gave me a thumbs up. Ollivander then turned his full attention to Harry, who still looked very nervous.

Harry began going through the same process I had just gone through. The tape measure, and Ollivander getting multiple wands ready for him.

"That will do," Ollivander eventually said to the instrument. And, much like with me, it stopped instantly.

"Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. just take it and give it a wave."

Harry took the wand, and tried to wave it. But Ollivander snatched it instantly.

"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try —"

Again it was taken.

"No, no — here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out."

Harry tried, and tried, then tried again. But the wands kept piling up. Harry looked discouraged, while Mr. Ollivander seemed to be...happy.

"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere — I wonder, now — yes, why not — unusual combination — holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

Harry took the wand, and this time there was no instant taking of the wand. Harry raised the wand and red and gold sparks came flying out. Ollivander looked overjoyed, while Harry looked relived.

"Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well… how curious… how very curious…"

As he placed the wand back into it's box, Ollivander was still muttering.

"Curious…curious…"

"Sorry," began Harry, "but what's curious?"

"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather — just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother — why, its brother gave you that scar."

I looked at Harry wand's box with a mix of fascination and terror. What did that mean? I took a deep breath, while Harry swallowed.

"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, Mr. Potter… After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things — terrible, yes, but great."

Harry shivered, I looked at Hagrid whom seemed to concerned with keeping our Owl's comfortable to be listening to all this. We each payed seven Gallons, Mr Ollivander bowed, and we departed. All the way through Diagon Alley, through the wall, the now Empty Leakey Cauldron, through the staring streets of London, and finally to Paddington station. All the way me and Hagrid talked about minor magical topics, while Harry was silent all the way to the station.

"Got time fer a bite to eat before yer train leaves," Hagrid told us.

As we ate Harry remained silent, but kept looking around. Me and Hagrid exchanged glances.

"You all right, Harry? Yer very quiet," asked Hagrid.

"We only have to be at the Dursley's for another month." I added.

"It's not that." Harry said, trying to find the words. "Everyone thinks I'm special," he said at last. "All those people in the Leaky Cauldron, Professor Quirrell, Mr. Ollivander… but I don't know anything about magic at all. How can they expect great things? I'm famous and I can't even remember what I'm famous for. I don't know what happened when Vol-, sorry — I mean, the night our parents died."

Hagrid leaned across the table towards Harry, kind eyes behind his beard and eyebrows.

"Don' you worry, Harry. You'll learn fast enough. Everyone starts at the beginning at Hogwarts, you'll be just fine. Just be yerself. I know it's hard. Yeh've been singled out, an' that's always hard. But yeh'll have a great time at Hogwarts — I did — still do, 'smatter of fact."

"And don't forget. You're not alone. Where in this together." I added reassuringly.

Harry gave us both a small smile. Hagrid then helped us onto our train that would return us to the Dursley's. Then handed us both an envelope.

"Yer tickets fer Hogwarts, " he said. "First o' September — King's Cross — it's all on yer ticket. Any problems with the Dursleys, send me a letter with one of yer owls, they'll know where to find me… . See yeh both soon."

The train began to pull out, both of us tried to watch Hagrid until we left. But by the time we were looking, he was gone.

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