After an hour of trying out wand after wand, Harry'd had enough and said, "Mr. Ollivander?"
"Yes?"
"I know I don't know anything about wand crafting, but the other night I'd had a dream about a Phoenix. Do you think that might be a sign? Like I should have a wand made with something from a phoenix?"
Ollivander stopped his rummaging and rubbed his chin. "You might have something there, Mr. Potter. It's never best to ignore dreams. Phoenix, you say? Odd."
"What's odd?" Harry replied.
"I'm not sure if I have another phoenix wand in stock. Just this morning I sold a Holly and Phoenix wand to Neville Longbottom. Interestingly enough, it was a brother wand to the one that gave him his scar on his cheek. Well, it's certain that I don't have anything up here. Let me check my stock in the back. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Don't feel too bad, honey," Lily Potter said to her son, fearing that he was indeed saddled with so little magical power that he might be a squib. At least he could be a chef like her if this didn't pan out. Still… why would he have gotten a letter from Hogwarts if he were a squib?
Inwardly, Harry was in a state of panic. His wand, his Holly and Phoenix wand was no longer his! It was being used by the stuck-up brat Longbottom! Oh, why didn't he get to bring his wands with him when he came to this world. "I'm not feeling bad, mum," he finally said. "I'll get a wand. You'll see."
Minutes later Ollivander returned carrying an ornate box with many runes etched into its sides. Gently he placed it down on a counter and pulled his own wand out to start opening the wards surrounding the box. A flash of light lit the store, quickly followed by four more flashes of lights in varying colors.
The ward opening process done, Ollivander opened the lid to the wooden box, more like an ornate chest. Inside were three wands resting on black velvet. "Mr. Potter," he started, "every wand we've tried has not accepted you. I am certain that if I were to continue with the rest of the wands here you would have the same results. However, one of these three wands may be the solution to your situation. I must warn you, they belonged to others now long since turned to dust. These important wizards and witch from the past were known to be legendary in their exploits. Before touching any of them, simply pass your hand over each one and tell me what you feel."
Harry placed his hand several centimeters over the first wand and said, "I feel fat, bloated, my nose is running, I have a cold…"
"Stop. That one is not for you. Please go to the next one."
Harry did so. "I feel dirty. My skin is chalky. There is a horrible taste in my mouth. Did I just do a chimney sweep job? I feel supercalifragiliciousextrafalidoucious…"
"Stop. That one is definitely not for you. Going to have to find a girl for that one for sure. Please try the next one."
The last wand was decorated with gold and silver trimmings etched into one side of the wand. The other side was smooth but the wood looked like it kept changing colors from deep dark brown to bright vibrant red and back again.
Harry moved his hand over it. "I feel… I feel… oh, yes!" Harry quickly grabbed the wand and as soon as he touched it, caressed it; black and silver sparks began shooting out as Harry's eyes turned color. Not just his iris changed, but the entirety of his eyes went from white/green/black to just solid black all the way through.
Harry was grinning from ear to ear. He hadn't felt this good even with his old wand. And that one had felt great! But this one was like having an extension of his body put back on.
Lily immediately clapped and cheered for her son. Then she saw his eyes and looked on in amazement as they slowly returned to their original state.
"Well that was impressive," Ollivander said carefully, closing the warded chest now one wand lighter.
"What was impressive?" Harry asked, still unable to take his eyes away from the sheer joy he felt from holding the wand. His wand now. It was so captivating. Mesmerizing. The power he felt was incredible. Oh crap, he thought, my suppressor! It was nearing overload. Harry hastily began calming down.
"You probably don't know as most will not," Mr. Ollivander began. "But that wand once belonged to the Wizard King Azerothigan."
"Never heard of him," Harry said honestly.
Lily gasped. "Wizard king?" She looked at the wand her son held, her eyes growing even wider. "That wand belonged to the last wizard king? Oh, Harry." She was nearly jumping for joy at the sight of her son who she thought only minutes before was next to powerless had instead been confirmed as one of the most powerful people on the planet.
"So who was he?" Harry quickly said before his mother began to smother him with hugs and kisses. He may have liked those in private, but in public he wasn't all that comfortable with it yet.
"Short version or long version?" Mr. Ollivander asked politely.
"Short. It's almost lunch time," Harry said like a typical teenager who usually thought with his stomach.
"Short it is. I'll let you do any further research on your own. The Wizard King Azerothigan was one of the most powerful wizards this world has ever seen even to this day. It was rumored he was a Shadow Mage although there is not much written down on his abilities. The only reason it is even mentioned is that his inner court saw him use what they deemed Shadow Mage abilities. He fought all his life against dark wizards and witches until dying from something there is still no cure for."
"What'd he die from?" Harry questioned, his curiosity piqued.
"Old age. Supposedly when he was about 200 years old his frail form was lying on a deathbed when he fell into a shadow never to return. His wands were the only remainder of him actually living.
"When wizards and witches freely walked the world millennia ago, he was its first ruler. He was supposedly strict and harsh but gentle and fair. He lived nearly 3,400 years ago and for a brief two centuries, the wizarding world knew true peace as he was its primary protector. He had a total set of five wands. Four of them were attuned to a season and have been… misplaced is the best term. It is possible he used them to bend the seasons to his will such as making Summer longer or less hot. His last wand, the one in your hands, was seen on him his entire life. What you hold is 12 inches of Firewood, core of Phoenix flame," Mr. Ollivander said in an eerily serious voice.
Harry nodded in awe. So Azerothigan was a Shadow Mage like him?
"Mr. Potter, the Wizard King Azerothigan did great things for Europe, Asia, and Africa, I expect great things coming from you as well. Great things…" Ollivander trailed off muttering.
Lily looked speechless. Tears were nearing leakage level.
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