Petunia looked at Harry's pleading green eyes "You'll keep it and its things clean no smell and no noise and only in your room, understood?"
"Yes ma'am."
"And Harry, no movie for your birthday this year."
Harry nodded it was worth it. Twenty minutes later they left Eyelop's Owl Emporium. On Harry's shoulder rested a snowy owl. The shop owner had had her a year, and had given Hagrid a discount he was so pleased to finally get rid of her. She had refused to leave the store with every one who had wanted her in the past. Harry had bought a perch instead of a cage because she had turned her beak up at even the largest cage. Harry thanked both Hagrid and his Aunt profusely.
Hagrid led them down the street to a shop that read Ollivander's Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. Harry couldn't wait. Unfortunately he had to. Mr. Ollivander had greeted them, told Harry about his parents wands then proceeded to try every wand in the shop. The closest to a match was a holly and phoenix feather wand but even it reacted to Harry's touch by setting the pile of tried and discarded wands on fire.
Mr. Ollivander quickly put it out but a few wands were destroyed anyway. As Mr. Ollivander looked at his destroyed stock in dismay he sighed and said, "I'm afraid I can't match you Mr. Potter."
Hagrid looked dumbfounded.
Harry's emerald eyes filled with tears. "How can I be a wizard without a wand?" he almost wailed in disappointment.
Mr. Ollivander hated crying children. "None of that, I have a friend he makes custom wands, I occasionally buy the odd wand from him. Your mother's was actually one of his. I'm sure he can help you."
Hagrid was appalled when Ollivander flipped his sign to closed and led them straight to Knockturn Alley. At the far end of the alley Ollivander turned to him."Hagrid, you'll have to wait here there won't be room for you and the stairway is to rickety."
They entered the second story workshop.
"What are you doing here Ollie?'
"A difficult customer I was unable to match him. Harry this is Thaddeus Marcello."
If Harry thought that Ollivander was old, this man was positively ancient. "Come here boy."
He took some measurements by casting a quick spell, then he lead Harry to a bin of 2"x2"x 24" inch pieces of wood. He cast another spell on Harry. "Run your fingers across them if they feel warm pull them out. Harry did as he was told. The first piece he pulled was almost white. The second was almost black. A third was the color of wheat, a fourth was a warm red. Mr. Ollivander and the other man both looked very surprised.
"No wonder I couldn't match him."
The man then pulled a trunk out. It opened and opened and opened. It was as tall as Harry and fully opened it surrounded him The man said "Close your eyes. Spin around three times. Take a deep breath and find your core. Then let it tell you what drawer to open. Take your time. You want to do this right."
Harry did as he was told. Thanks to his years of experience with karate he was quick to drop into a meditative trance, he focused on his bonfire. A moment later he turned and pulled open a drawer. Then he opened his eyes. In the drawer was a feather. It was was long and silvery white and when he touched it it seemed to glitter iridescently.
Both the old men gasped.
"What?"
"Snow Phoenix feather. I came by it in an odd fashion. The bird appeared in my workshop eleven years ago shook the feather from its tail then vanished in a swirl of snow. In fact it was eleven years ago to the very day.
"Alright for multiple wood wands I use a metal binder so come here." The old man said as he closed the case of wand cores. He extended a potion "Dip your hands in this. Touch all these metals."
Harry saw a rows of small ingots: gold, silver, bronze, copper, pewter and iron. The silver ingot in the third row glowed. The wand maker took it. "Peruvian silver. Now touch these." He handed Harry some stones.
Harry looked at them. They each had something Harry did not recognize carved on them.
Seeing Harry's puzzled look, Mr. Ollivander said, "Runes. You can study them in third year at Hogwarts."
Harry touched the stones one by one, eleven of the runes glowed when he touched the stone.
"Okay one last thing," the wand maker said. "I want you to to go to your meditative state again, a wand like the one I'll make you, requires a stone to balance the focus. Most wands don't require it, but most wands aren't elemental wands either." Seeing Harry's puzzled look he continued." The white wood is elder it is almost never used for wands, it is of the fire element. The black wood is ebony of water. The light golden wood is maple of earth. The reddish wood is cedar of air. Phoenix feather wands are very rare enough I've only made a couple dozen in my life. But I have never before used a snow phoenix feather." the wand maker pulled out a box of mixed gem stones and spread them on a cloth of velvet.
Petunia gasped there were several thousand pounds worth of gems there .
Harry meditated but felt no pull to any of the gems. He lifted his eyes back up. "Nothing, does that mean you can't make my wand.?"
The man looked at Harry putting a hand on his head. Harry fought the urge to move away. The man brushed his bangs away from his forehead for a moment. "You're a Potter. I'll give you something to give your account manager so he'll let you in the family vault. I would bet there will be a chest of unset gems in the family vault. Check there first. If you find one send it to me. If not, I've got some other people we can check with. You'll have your wand in time for school. Now for price. Ollie's wands run from four galleons up to what twelve?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to charge you a hundred, some of that is because wand wood is expensive and you are using not one wand blank but four. And the Elder wand wood is exceptionally rare. There's approximately a galleon's worth of silver in the ingot. Your core is super rare not just rare like an ordinary phoenix feather but very once in a lifetime rare. Most wizards will see a phoenix maybe once or twice in their lives. But I'm the only wizard I know that has seen a snow phoenix, in fact there are some that say snow phoenixes are a myth. Materials alone for this wand is pushing sixty galleons. The other forty is for my knowledge, my skill, my magic if you will. We can take care of it now or do half now half when it's done."
Harry again used his key to create a draft, he wrote it for two thirds. "I'll get you the rest when the wand is done."
Hagrid got a relieved look on his face when they came out of the building an hour after they went in . Petunia spoke quickly "Hagrid we have to go back to the bank for something."
"I've got to leave soon, Dumbledore will be wondering where I am."
"I'm capable of looking after my nephew."
"But-"
Petunia gave him her most fierce look.