The Awakening of a Magus

The Awakening of a Magus
Chapter 44 - Sun-Mon, Aug 6-7 - Day 17-18

The Mirror, the Wands and the Wardrobe

A distant clock was proclaiming the last stroke of midnight as she picked up the exquisitely designed mirror. It was circular, just a bit larger than her hand span. The backing was cloisonné ... an enamel and gold-wire pattern of deepest black and vibrant green, accented in blood red, portraying two serpents in ... mirror-image to each other.

Even though she had cast a silencing spell in her room, the young woman was cautious. "Communicationem," she whispered, and her reflection in the mirror was replaced by a swirling white fog. After a few moments, the fog resolved into a man's face. "Good evening, Father," she said quietly. Malvina would have preferred her mother as contact, but at least there was an answer. She had worried that her news would have to wait another night.

"Well, girl, any news?" Andre asked, not expecting much. He was a bit disgruntled at his wife's now-favored position with the Dark Lord and had spent much of the day in tedious research to 'assist her efforts', as his Master had ordered.

Malvina's face developed a very satisfied smirk. "Indeed, Father. I have seen it. Draco has the Barabbas manuscript."

A hungry expression appeared on Andre's face. "Are you sure it's an original?"

"No doubt at all, Father," Malvina answered in satisfaction. "It contains hidden text regarding the bloodline of Klaatu." She paused for effect. "And I can read it." She was quite pleased with the shocked look on her father's face, but was shocked in turn at his reply.

"What? You are Klaatu-mehr like your mother?" he whispered. "Come," he muttered, as though she were actually present instead of reflected in a mirror. "I need to find Desiree. You may need to give your report to the Dark Lord himself." Seeing the shock in his daughter's expression, he laughed, but without humor, and explained. "Just last night your mother finally obtained the Grindelwald journal and revealed that she herself was of the Serpent's Blood. The Dark Lord is extremely pleased with her right now."

Malvina began to feel nervous. Even through enchanted mirrors, the prospect of reporting directly to the Dark Lord was both frightening and exciting. While Andre tracked down his wife, she tried to remain calm and organize her thoughts to present her information clearly and respectfully. Then she heard her father's voice call out.

"Desi! Malvina is on the mirror. This is important!" he said hurriedly. He didn't realize that there was someone else in the room.

"Ssso? The child has discovered something of importance?" came the hissing voice of his Master.

Andre knelt quickly in the direction of the voice, head bowed. "Forgive me, my Lord, for the interruption. I thought Desiree was alone." He looked up with a tentative smile. "Malvina has seen the manuscript and can read the hidden text within."

Stretching out his pale, thin, elongated hand in demand, Voldemort accepted the mirror from his servant's shaky hand. "Explain, girl!"

Malvina bowed her head as the reptilian man's face filled the mirror, struggling to keep her voice steady. She knew from growing up with Death Eater families that the Dark Lord detested cowardice as much as he did impudence in his servants. One walked a fine line in acceptable behavior. "My Lord. I have seen the manuscript described by my father. It is currently in Draco's possession. It was referred to as 'the Barabbas' at one point. Draco discovered hidden text that he claims he never saw before. The others saw a different passage. I saw what he saw ... the introduction to a chapter concerning the Serpent's Children."

After a pause, during which no response was heard from the other end, she hesitantly offered. "If it pleases my Lord, these mirrors can be made to show my memory of the incident, as though watching a pensieve." She saw what she assumed was a smile form on the face in the mirror, though she wasn't completely sure since the expression was quite hideous.

"Make it so!" ordered Voldemort, as he placed the mirror on a small table not far from where he and the Devereauxs stood.

Desiree drew her wand and spoke, knowing her daughter would hear. "On the count of three, Malvina. One, two, three, Memorare Videre!" Malvina's voice echoed the spell from the other side of the mirror. The mirror began to change shape, forming a small bowl filled with a shimmering light. "Begin as soon as you're ready, but don't waste time, girl."

"An impressive charm, Desiree," commented the Dark Lord.

"My Lord, the mirrors have been in my family for several generations," she replied, bowing her head to acknowledge her Master. "When the light calms to a steady blue, a simple revealing charm will trigger the memory and the image will appear above the bowl."

When the light steadied, Voldemort extended a long forefinger, tapping the claw-like nail on the edge of the bowl. An image of the Slytherin common room appeared, portraying the scene that morning when Draco and Harry had settled down to study. After some initial conversation and the identification of the manuscript, the image blurred and skipped ahead to Draco's discovery of the hidden text and what followed.

As the image faded, the Dark Lord smiled and said, "Yesss! That is the true manuscript. Well done, girl. Now, I wish to see this again. Identify all those present," he ordered, as he again tapped the edge of the bowl, replaying the memory.

Malvina dutifully named each student present, finishing with, "and, of course, the black-haired student is Harry Potter."

Voldemort waved his hand at the image and it froze. He circled the table, looking at the image from all sides. "How is this possible? This is not the scrawny child I saw a few weeks ago!"

Malvina's voice was only slightly unsteady as she related how Crabbe and Goyle had been commenting on Potter's growth spurt since school had been dismissed, noticing how he no longer needed his glasses, and how they were shocked by his strength during a disagreement shortly before the scene just projected.

Voldemort dismissed the current memory. "Show me this incident with Potter!" The light in the bowl changed back to its original shimmering white, then after a few moments, steadied to blue again. He tapped on the bowl to start this next memory and observed the altercation between the younger Goyle and Potter, freezing the image just as Potter broke free of the large boy's grip. He noted the impressive physical changes and assertive attitude, the cold but well-controlled anger and hints of magical aura. "His power has grown quickly. I should have guessed he would be one of the rare ones." He dismissed the memory image and paced the room. Nagini, who had entered unnoticed, attempted to calm her master.

"Twice I have underestimated him," he muttered. "I will not do so again." Looking at the Devereauxs standing nervously on the other side of the room, he uncharacteristically decided to explain. These Devereauxs appeared to be his most successful servants, perhaps as trusted as any ever were. "I underestimated the child the first time and all my plans were ... suspended for 13 years. At my rebirth, I again underestimated him. Few if any adult wizards could have defied me as he did. His mind, his will is unusually powerful."

"Now, it appears that he is one of the rare, powerful wizards who achieve at maturity an awakening of magic so great it transforms them. There have been a handful in the last two centuries. Dumbledore was one of them, I was another. Not even Grindelwald had this power, this strength." After a pause, he snapped, "Girl, you are sure he was unable to read the hidden text?"

"He said not, my Lord," Malvina said carefully, not wishing to be trapped. "I saw no evidence otherwise."

"Good ... good. If he had, he might have been Klaatu-shah, which would have been quite a nuisance to me." Voldemort understated his concern drastically. If Potter had also been Klaatu-shah, he would have been a serious threat to his plans. But the Potter line was known only for Gryffindor blood, not Slytherin blood, despite his being a Parselmouth.

When Voldemort had remained silent for several minutes, Desiree carefully asked Malvina, "Is there anything else, or should I ask permission to conclude this?"

"Well, I don't know how important this is, but Dumbledore made some announcements at dinner that seemed rather significant," she said hesitantly.

Voldemort stopped pacing, looked at the Devereauxs and indicated with a slight nod that the report could continue. Desiree told her daughter to proceed.

"The population of Hogwarts will be growing drastically in the next weeks. Several small schools are afraid of ... being dealt with as Durmstrang was, and they have petitioned to come here where they believe they are safer. They expect to begin rituals tomorrow to expand the facility to prepare for several hundred additional residents later this week, and more after that. Beginning tomorrow night at dinner, any students that have arrived that day will be sorted into their respective houses. Those of us here in 'protective custody'," she dared to be a bit sarcastic, "will be sorted tomorrow night as well."

After a pause with no comments, Malvina carefully addressed her parents. "I am uncertain of our safely, Mother. Though I know that Dumbledore is not likely to intrude into our minds to determine our loyalties, I would not be surprised if Snape did so. Though he is a traitor to our Lord, he is still very Slytherin, and would not be deterred by our youth. I don't believe we know anything of significant importance to our Lord's plans, but ..."

"Malvina," snapped the Dark Lord suddenly. "Which of those in 'protective custody', as you call it, are loyal to me?"

Without hesitation, "I, my Lord, and I am as certain as I can be about Barry Nott, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle. The others would be at best, useless, and at worst, a potential danger. They have sided with Draco more than once since we arrived."

"Very well. Here are your orders. Desiree? Bring me the journal." As Malvina's mother hurried to bring the journal, she opened it to the section she suspected her Master was interested in. "Clever Desiree ... yesss, this is what I seek. Teach her now!"

Taking back the journal, she read through the spell, one that could duplicate even a large book in a short time, including hidden text. Only those of Klaatu's blood could perform the spell. She described the spell, drilled her daughter several times in the incantation and gestures, and confirmed the necessary supplies. "From the apparent size of the manuscript," she glanced at her master, "I believe you can copy it in 10 to 15 minutes."

"But that leaves the original manuscript in enemy hands? I don't understand, Mother," Malvina protested.

"If you steal the actual manuscript, they will know sooner that something is wrong. And they will not believe that a copy could possibly transfer hidden text, as this spell can. After you make the copy, shrink it, then signal through the mirrors. One of us will come for it, either into Hogsmeade or the Forbidden Forest. Use the tracking charm on the mirrors to find us." Desiree kept glancing toward Voldemort in case he wanted to counter any of her instructions.

It was Andre who summoned the courage to ask, "My Lord, if the manuscript is recovered, would that be a sufficient success to recall Malvina and the boys?"

Voldemort considered. "The rituals mentioned by that fool-of-a-headmaster will require the evacuation of the building. Even ghosts and house elves will likely need to leave while they work. Very well. Granted. If the copy is made successfully, have Malvina and the other three gather their belongings. Both you and your wife will bring them here to join us. It won't be long until we can move to the Dark Fortress, and another Klaatu-mehr will be a very welcome addition to the ... fold. It is past time that the 'boys' were marked, in any case. Contact their fathers to be prepared for their initiation tomorrow night, assuming they all escape before dark."

After a bit more pacing, he looked over to his servants. "Dismissed. I have much to consider." As they groveled their way out of the room, again gratified they had escaped punishment, Nagini approached her master, lovingly coiling around his legs when he stopped to stand before the fire, staring. The eerie hiss of parseltongue filled the room. "Nagini, I now have four rather formidable enemies, all at Hogwarts. One-on-one they are no challenge to me, even that so-called Magus. In spite of his tricks interfering with my Dark Mark, if he were a serious threat, he would have attacked by now. However, if they work together, they could interfere even more with my plans. One veteran, three recently coming into their potential."

"We must determine ways to disable or destroy them individually ... the Magus, Dumbledore, Snape, and Potter."

(-Mon, Aug 7 - Day 18-)

Albus Dumbledore reviewed the events of that morning as he proceeded along Diagon Alley to Ollivander's to meet several varied groups of people, popping a sherbet lemon thoughtfully.

At the specially-convened breakfast meeting early that morning, he and Darius had no trouble convincing the Hogwarts Board of Governors to allow the school mergers. All it took was reminding them that the influx of students would increase the tuition income. That, and assuring them that, with Darius available to supply energy and produce permanent conjurations, they could expand the facilities and increase supply inventories with minimal cash outlay. Sadly, the Board was still rather mercenary in its views.

He had then firecalled Neville's grandmother. Gently but firmly he convinced her that her sentimental insistence that Neville use his father's wand was impeding his progress in school. "The boy may have been sorted into Gryffindor, like his father," he had reminded, "but he also bears his mother's Hufflepuff blood. This wand just doesn't suit him well enough to allow him his full potential."

Neville and Mrs. Longbottom would be meeting him at Ollivander's shortly. Once there, he would ask about Neville's participation in the remodeling rituals.

Hagrid would also be along soon, after a quick pass through Knockturn Alley to get samples of any 'dodgy' materials they would need for the coming year.

Dumbledore thought, sadly, that he really should have taken care of this matter as soon as Hagrid was cleared of the Chamber of Secrets charges. He had done Hagrid a disservice by not immediately petitioning the Ministry to allow Hagrid a new wand. Though the gamekeeper was too old to resume conventional training at Hogwarts, there were directed-study programs available for equivalency certification. His eyes went into full-twinkle mode as he recalled both confusing and intimidating that stuffy Ministry clerk into signing off on the 'Request for Reinstatement of Wand Privileges' form. Dumbledore so loved keeping people off balance, manipulation being such a Slytherin trait.

Now he only needed Harry, Draco and Severus to meet him at Ollivander's after Hagrid and Neville had their new wands. He didn't think it would take much to convince them of his latest ingenious plans.

They were somewhere around Diagon Alley, along with Irma Pince, Ron and Hermione, Amelia and Rachel. They were obtaining small quantities of equipment, furnishing, and supplies for the expansion, and arranging with various stores for the unexpected increase in business from students over the next three weeks.

In some cases, they were negotiating visits to Hogwarts for the businesses, such as Madame Malkin's for school uniforms and Flourish & Blotts for required and recommended textbooks. This would simplify matters for many of the transferring students, who would be able to take their purchases straight to their dorm rooms. Students would still be visiting both Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade for personal items as needed.

/*Severus, Harry, Draco */ he signaled along the Circle link. /* I'd like you three to meet me at Ollivander's in about an hour, please. The four of us need to make some special arrangements with Octavius. */ As he received various questioning responses, he merely laughed and sent, /* Humor an old man, will you? I'll explain later. */ They, of course, agreed to meet him, and continued on with their errands, sharing affectionate insults concerning their headmaster's eccentricities.

Dumbledore had just arrived at the venerable old establishment, and prepared to alert his long-time friend of the approaching customers.

Ron, Hermione, and Rachel had gone off with Madame Pince, while Professors Snape and Crafter found themselves discussing the transfer of Potions class duties and their common interest in assorted weaponry. Harry and Draco followed behind, being highly entertained by the two adults walking ahead of them.

"This should be an interesting year, I think," pondered Draco with a grin. "I've never seen him so willing to interact with another teacher, let alone a woman, an American, even."

"Well," observed Harry, "how many female teachers can you think of who are not only totally fascinated with potions and Muggle chemistry, but are trained in non-magical combat and know a short sword from a scimitar."

"You're the one who spent some time with her yesterday," Draco commented. "Do you think she deserves him?"

"Easily. The question could be, 'Does he deserve her?' Besides, what is this? Malfoy the Matchmaker?" Harry sniggered.

"I resent that remark!" Draco answered with mock outrage. "Malfoys pay others to arrange marriages. Which reminds me, this Malfoy needs to pay someone to get out of an arranged marriage."

"How medieval! Are you really expected to marry Malvina?" Harry was both amused and outraged.

"Potter, you are so clueless! You have no inkling of old wizarding social traditions and gentry ways." What would in the past have been an insult between adversaries was now, strangely, friendly banter. Draco, realizing this with surprise, allowed the hint of a smile to soften the words. "Perhaps we need to add a new course to the Hogwarts curriculum: Wizarding Social Studies, for Muggleborn and Muggle-raised students."

"Tell the headmaster ... he'll probably have you teach it," Harry quipped. "Seriously, I wish I'd had something like that, to get some idea of everything you wizard-raised types take for granted. Even Ron assumes I understand and know about all that ... stuff."

"Well, then! Let's begin your first lesson: Appropriate Dress in Wizarding High Society." Draco looked at Harry directly and continued. "I mean it. Even if your mum was ... Muggleborn, the Potters have a reputation that must be maintained. Your family is filthy rich, you know, and has long been politically very powerful. And, as The-Boy-Who-Lived ... don't look at me like that. It's what you are to the wizarding world. In your position, then, you need to be able to mingle with the rich and powerful and be taken seriously." With a hint of a smirk he added, "At least your table manners are better than the Weasel's."

"Watch it, Malfoy," Harry snapped, only partly angry. "If you had five older brothers, you'd eat fast, too, to get your share at the table." He finally started laughing, thinking of how Hermione was always complaining of Ron's habit of wolfing down food while trying to maintain a conversation.

"Now then, since one of our tasks is to convince Madame Malkin to come down to Hogwarts for all the transfers, I say we also get you a new wardrobe, one appropriate to your position. I know just the person to take care of it." Draco called ahead to Snape and suggested that he could take care of the arrangements for school robes while the two professors could deal with other matters. A quick mental exchange of his intentions brought a smirk to his new guardian's face.

Snape looked Harry up and down appraisingly, while Amelia looked on in amused confusion. "He has a point, you know, Potter. By wizarding gentry standards, you should have been formally presented in society shortly after your 14^th birthday." At Harry's grimace, he continued. "The time has come for you to begin using your influence, your status as a celebrity," he smirked, remembering Harry's first Potions class, "and your hereditary political and social powers. You're more than a bit Slytherin ... think of dealing with Fudge from such a position, or some of those dunderheads on the Board of Governors. You will be in demand in such circles; you had better begin learning how to survive there." Glancing at Draco, he finished, "Draco is more than qualified to guide you in these areas. Though I have some knowledge and training, I chose for various reasons not to become involved in the gentry set. His father, however," he gave Draco an apologetic glance for bringing the man into the conversation, "his father was a veritable master. You could not find a better tutor and business partner, I believe."

Harry and Draco headed over to Madame Malkin's while Severus and Amelia went ahead to the apothecary. As they entered the shop, Madame Malkin looked up, recognizing the blonde boy instantly. "Welcome back, young Malfoy. I had thought we prepared everything for you last month. How can we assist you? Amethyst? Come out here, please, dear."

"I have everything I need, Madame, but I've brought someone who is sorely in need of Amethyst's talents. A full wardrobe is in order for my friend here," Draco smirked. "Ah, Amethyst, my treasure, I have a challenge for you!" He elbowed Harry as his friend began to mutter a protest at the comment. "My not-so-poor associate here is, sadly, Muggle-raised and has no concept of appropriate gentry-wear. The ... raw material is there, I admit," gesturing at Harry, head to toe, "but he needs your genius to make the most of it."

Amethyst Malkin glanced at her grandmother, who nodded for her to proceed. "I'd be happy to assist, sir. How may I call you?" She was in her early 20s, quite pretty (curvy in just the right places) and confident, with long amber-gold hair and vivid violet eyes that inspired her name. She quite enjoyed Draco's mock flirting. She was also looking forward to outfitting such an attractive young man as Draco's friend.

"Just 'Harry' is fine. Harry Potter at your service," he smiled, with a small, graceful but hesitant bow. Madame Malkin's eyes widened, and she looked at Harry more carefully.

"Why, I didn't recognize you, lad! I expect not many would." The seamstress looked appraisingly, knowing how such a project could be most profitable, both in galleons and in prestige. "Amethyst, Mr. Potter's project will have top priority. See to the preliminaries immediately, dear."

Draco shook his head in amusement. Profit would ensure Madame gave her best effort, and Harry's graceful, boyish, if not yet polished charm would ensure Amethyst's best efforts. He had noticed how attentive Amethyst had been the previous month, since Draco himself had begun his own growth spurt and begun maturing. He addressed the older woman. "I'll be advising him on some of the general decisions. Once he's started, I'd like a bit of your time to discuss another business proposition ... on behalf of Albus Dumbledore. Your pardon, for now, Madame?" Dropping this tidbit of information, he followed a nervous Harry and the lovely Amethyst to the back of the store, where custom wardrobes were arranged.

"Now then, Harry. We'll need a full set of measurements, since you've changed quite a lot since the last time you were here." Amethyst reached up and retrieved a clipboard and tape measure from the wall. "This tape is charmed to take all the necessary measurements, which will be automatically recorded on this form I have. A previous model would announce the results out loud, but that proved embarrassing for some." Her glance easily showed her opinion that this particular customer had no reason to be embarrassed.

Draco sat down to watch as Harry stood with his arms out to the side, the enchanted tape measure slithering around his body, recording every possible dimension. The young Gryffindor was stoic, though the tape sometimes tickled as it passed. Draco observed as Amethyst watched the numbers appearing on her clipboard. It was infinitely amusing to see her develop a mild blush as her breathing sped up. She began to eye Harry with an almost hungry look.

"Uh, Harry," she said, trying to gain some control. "Would you bend your arms and squat down, please, so we can get the ... full range of measurements on your arms and legs? Oh, and, do you prefer your clothes loose or ... tight?" She was getting a bit breathless again as the new set of measurements showed up on the form, her eyes widening a bit.

"Loose. Definitely loose," stammered a blushing Harry, nearly causing Draco to choke on his suppressed laughter, especially as he thought he heard Amethyst mutter, 'Too bad'. "This, what I'm wearing ... Darius made this up for me, based on his own outfit, and it fits just the way I like it." Nice and inconspicuous ... *please*. He must have projected this, because Draco lost his battle with his laughter, and nearly fell out of his chair. "Hey!" Harry complained as the tape began measuring some rather private parts of his anatomy. He stood up suddenly.

"I'm sorry. It's just about finished. Those last ... figures are needed to properly fit any trousers we design." Amethyst looked ready to faint as she glanced between her clipboard and her client, and Harry was getting concerned. /* Draco, am I projecting any ... influence or something? I thought I had everything under control, but ... */

/* No magical influence, Potter. The lady is just reacting to your quite impressive physical appeal. */ Is it possible to snigger mentally? It certainly seemed that's what Draco was doing. Seeing a glint in Amethyst's eyes prompted Draco to comment, "This information is kept private, Harry. You don't have to worry about such details being leaked to, say, 'Witch Weekly', you know. Confidentiality is important in this business," he said, looking sharply at Amethyst, who sighed and nodded.

With a few last longing glances at her clipboard and at her customer, Amethyst grudgingly brought her mind back to business. "That done, the next matter to decide is colors, materials and quantities."

"I don't like flashy or gaudy clothes," Harry insisted.

Draco took over, sending a calming thought to his ... yes, he had to admit it ... friend. "We're looking for simple, stylish, elegant, understated. A subtle but powerful statement, to match his personality and position. He needs everything from school robes to formal, both social and business wear. One ritual set ... he'll have a late presentation ceremony at some point. He seems to like the tunic-and-trouser look, as you can see. Perhaps the Magus will be starting a new fashion trend. Also, shirts, tunics, trousers, appropriate for wear both with and without robes. An outdoor cloak or two, both summer and winter. And whatever accessories are appropriate. Let's say, two school robes, one business casual, one business formal, and one formal to start. The rest to follow."

Circling Harry, and, for once, examining him clinically instead of personally, Amethyst was nodding in understanding. "Dark, rich colors, I'd say. Black, emerald, burgundy and wine, midnight blue, dark gray, possibly purple (which startled Harry for a moment). We should only use lighter colors as trim and contrast. As a Gryffindor, maybe at least a bit of red and gold, but those colors are a bit too flashy, too obvious as the primary colors. Yes, I see which pattern to follow ..." her voice drifted off as her designing instincts took over. "I have some sample outfits I'd like you to try on, just to confirm color, style and fit, and to set up your canvases." She walked briskly over to a rack, flipping through the selections, making several decisions.

Since Harry looked confused as to what she meant by setting up canvases, Draco explained how custom work was drafted. Harry realized it was like a wizarding equivalent of computer modeling. Wizarding pictures would be taken as he tried several outfits. They would be charmed to allow the designer to change the clothing. She could adjust color, material, fit, style and see exactly how it would look on Harry, even directing the Harry-figure through a moderate range of movements. It was also tied to the measurements record for accuracy. "And don't worry. The canvas-Harry stays dressed the whole time," Draco ribbed, then dodged when it looked like he was going to get swatted.

Finally turning back to the teens, Amethyst handed the armful of clothing over to Harry, pointed at the dressing room, and said briskly, "Each one of these, the order doesn't matter."

"While you're occupied, Harry, I'll take care of that business with Madame Malkin," Draco commented with a laugh. "Be nice to him, Amethyst. He's shy," laughing again at Harry's murderous look.

/* Just you wait, Draco Malfoy. Just you wait! */ he sent.

The whole group was gathered outside Madame Malkin's as Harry and Draco left, Harry still blushing a bit at Amethyst's blatant flirting, though he had eventually gotten the hang of the sport and gamely 'returned fire'. By the time Draco and Madame had finished with preliminary arrangements for her visits to Hogwarts, both male and female laughter could be heard from the back. Harry would be getting draft designs via owl the next day.

Snape shrewdly observed his students, and merely commented, "Well?"

"Both missions accomplished, sir!" Draco answered with a careless salute. "Is it about time we headed for Ollivander's?"

"We still have some time. Albus contacted me that matters were taking a bit longer than expected. Another half hour or so." Snape was looking up and down the Alley. "Perhaps the ladies would enjoy an ice cream?" he asked, as he spied Fortescue's.

They all settled around some of the outdoor tables, and enjoyed the summer sun, the chilly treats, and each other's company. Many times the group was observed by those wondering at the unexpected combination of people, Slytherin, Gryffindor, and unknowns, completely at ease with each other. Some brave students came up to say hello. Severus and Draco enjoyed shocking them, Harry was initially irritated, but grew to enjoy the attention his new appearance generated, and Amelia, Rachel, and Madame Pince enjoyed watching Ron and Hermione try to explain matters and introduce people.

Finally, Snape said, "Draco, Harry. We have business to attend to." Glancing at the rest of the group, he nodded slightly, saying, "We'll see the rest of you back at Hogwarts, I presume. Until later," he finished, with a quick glance at Amelia.

As the three walked out of sight, Ron commented, "Never thought I'd see the day those three were willingly together for any reason. Never thought I'd see the day I was sitting around peaceably while it happened, either."

Just then, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil came scampering over. Hermione sighed as she prepared to answer the same questions yet again.

"Oh, Hermione!" gushed Lavender. "Who was that simply gorgeous creature that went off with Malfoy and Snape?

"Ah, Madame Longbottom, Mr. Longbottom. At long last." Mr. Ollivander greeted the entering customers. Neville was glancing around nervously, but his formidable grandmother strode into the dimly-lit shop.

"I am grateful that you agreed to come, Hortense," Dumbledore said as he came forward. "This really is in Neville's best interests. He has a great deal of potential that can be unlocked with just the right tools." Neville looked at his headmaster in shock. He was used to being considered slow and inept, by family, teachers, and schoolmates.

They tried dozens of wands, of course. None matched and some were outright violent in reaction. Finally, Ollivander stopped to think, commenting aloud. "Hmmm. What do we have here, then?" He looked at Neville, then looked at Neville in a way that had shivers coursing through the young Gryffindor. "His house, his heritage ... perhaps ..." The ancient craftsman scurried to the private section of the store. He returned with a carved presentation box and a smile. He laid the box on the counter, then extracted a wand, slim and tapered. "Try this one, lad."

As Neville reached for the wand, even before touching it, he felt hopeful, it felt ... right. Grasping it, an almost joyful shower of multi-colored sparks surrounded them. Something inside him seemed ... satisfied at long last ... stabilized, even. He smiled at each of the adults in turn, whispering, "Thank you. Thank you so much. I never realized ..."

"10 inches, slivered griffin claw core, Cedar of Lebanon, rune-inscribed for steadfastness, stability, and strength. It suits your potential well, lad. Well, indeed." Ollivander had the contented smile of a well-satisfied craftsman.

"So, Neville, shall we see how well it suits you?" the headmaster asked with his eyes twinkling madly. "First try something with your old wand, for comparison." He watched as Neville reluctantly exchanged his new wand for his father's, which his grandmother was holding. "Let's see. Try a simple levitation spell on this," Dumbledore instructed, as he placed a small bag of candies on the counter. "Now don't be nervous, this isn't an examination, you know," he chuckled, bringing a hesitant smile to the boy's face.

Clearing his throat, focusing his thoughts, and raising his wand, Neville quietly but clearly said, "Wingardium Leviosa." The bag of candy slowly rose a few inches, then dropped back to the counter. He looked at the headmaster, shrugging his shoulders with a bit of embarrassment.

"Fine. Well, now try the new wand. Come now, Hortense. You'll see what I meant in a moment," he urged the woman to change the wands again. "Now, Neville, use exactly the same amount of effort and energy. Try again." Dumbledore's eyes were bright in anticipation.

The sound of Neville's voice speaking the incantation had barely faded when the bag of candy shot up from the counter, slamming into the ceiling, and bursting into a shower of sherbet lemons. Hortense Longbottom looked faint. Octavius Ollivander shot out a hand to catch a few candies, looking inordinately pleased with himself. Albus Dumbledore conjured a candy dish, gestured, and the falling candies shifted course to land precisely where he wanted them.

"Wicked!" breathed Neville, grinning widely. Then sheepishly, he looked over at his headmaster. "Professor, I'm really sorry about ..."

"Not to worry, my boy. Not to worry. I expected something of the sort." He offered the candy dish around. "Sherbet lemon?"

Hortense Longbottom looked from her grandson to Dumbledore, then quietly insisted, "Explain."

"We all knew that Neville was a late-bloomer. And he's had to struggle with ... an incompatible tool for the last four years. I don't think any of us realized how much effort he needed to accomplish ordinary tasks with his wand. It forced him to stretch his abilities. He will, in fact, need some practice in regulating how much magic he uses, now that his powers will be working more efficiently."

After allowing them a moment to consider the implications of that statement, he continued. "Which brings me to the next matter. Neville, I have a suggestion and a request to present to you. Of course, I will need to convince your grandmother to agree," he smiled at the woman in question, "but the decision should be yours. The suggestion is this. I propose you come to Hogwarts now, instead of waiting for the normal term to begin, or at least for the week. As you've seen, you need to make adjustments to control your powers. Your friend, Harry is already at Hogwarts, learning to control his maturing magic, and he can assist you."

"The request is this. We are conducting a rather complex ritual to expand the facilities at Hogwarts to accommodate a large number of transfer students. In such rituals, the involvement of those with Founders' Blood is essential. We have multiple Gryffindors and Slytherins, and even one newly-discovered Ravenclaw. I know you aren't ready for active participation in such a ritual, but the presence of a true Hufflepuff descendent would be very helpful indeed. May I count on you to come, Mr. Longbottom?"

Neville looked at his grandmother, and saw for the first time, a dawning respect and acknowledgement. He knew she loved him, in her own way, but this was new. I actually think she finally sees me for myself, instead of someone to take Dad's place, he thought in sudden understanding. This decision was his. Looking steadily at his headmaster, he stated, "Yes sir. I'm willing to come. I want the extra practice and will do what I can to help in your ritual. I'd like to start the term early, as soon as you say." Looking up at his grandmother, he quietly but firmly said, "I want to do this, Gran. Please agree."

She nodded, a small smile of pride showing on her weathered face. Then, she looked at Dumbledore. "How soon do I send him to you, Albus?"

"We were originally planning to try the first ritual about noon, but let's say instead ... after lunch? About 2pm?" He looked hopefully at her.

With a sigh, she nodded. She briskly settled accounts with Ollivander, then headed for the door, smiling as Neville held it open for her. Neville glanced back at Ollivander and Dumbledore, whispering, "Thank you, again," before he followed her out.

Dumbledore and Ollivander spoke quietly for a time, with the headmaster hinting at a special project a bit later on. Eventually, a huge shadow loomed in the doorway, announcing another visitor.

"Ah'm sorry, sir, fer the delay," Hagrid boomed as he ducked through the doorway. The ceiling of the shop raised upwards to accommodate the half-giant. "Ah, thank ye, Mr. Ollivander. Much more comf'table when ah can stand straight, it is," he said, glancing up. "The usual source for acromantula repellant was out of stock, so ah had tuh try a couple other places. All set now." He hesitated. "Uh, are ye sure this is all legal and proper, sir? Don't want any of us in trouble, y'know."

"All legal and proper, my friend," Dumbledore assured him as he passed the Ministry-approved form over to Ollivander.

"As I recall, Hagrid, you still have possession of your ... previous wand," Ollivander said sternly. "I am supposed to require that you relinquish that wand before getting a replacement."

Hagrid shoved his hand into one of his huge coat pockets, glancing at Dumbledore, who nodded encouragement. With no little embarrassment, he pulled out a pink umbrella. "Uh, ah had to hide it, y'know. Only in dire emergency, y'see," he muttered, handing it over. Ollivander struggled to suppress a grin.

"Good. Now then. Most dual-bloods will need a different wand after adulthood, in any case. The conflicts of their two heritages can make it difficult to match a wand when they are just beginning. So even without your ... circumstances, it is likely you would have come in for a new wand at some point." He studied the half-giant closely, as though studying the magic within. "Dual-heritage often requires a rather exotic wand. I have a few candidates for you." He went through his stock, flicking his fingers along the shelves until he found his choices. Laying them on the counter, he glanced again at Hagrid, nodded, then went again to his workshop. "We will try this one, first."

He opened a box containing a fairly long wand, though appropriate for someone of Hagrid's size. "18 inches, zebrawood," he stated, for once omitting the core description. "Multicolor woods are particularly suited to dual-heritage."

Muttering at himself to calm his nerves, Hagrid reached for the wand, then stopped. "But such a fancy isn't suited to a plain man like me, sir. 're ye sure?" At the wandmaker's nod, he gingerly grasped the length of vari-colored wood and gently waved it a bit. As a fine spray of silver and gold sparks trailed his gesture, Hagrid felt a warmth filling him, spreading from his wand hand. His black eyes lit up in wonder, and a wide grin could be seen down there buried in his whiskers.

With a satisfied nod, Ollivander glanced at a smiling Dumbledore and moved the other wands under the counter. "A bit different, that wand is. I rarely use multiple core sources, and then they are usually from different species. Your wand core consists of powdered dragon scales from three different dragons: the largest, an Ironbelly; the smallest, a Vipertooth; and the lovely iridescent scales of an Opaleye."

"A fine wand for a fine friend," came a voice from the doorway. Harry stepped in, followed by Draco and Severus. Using all his senses, he observed the magical traits of the wand, and Hagrid's internal response to it. "A perfect match, wouldn't you say, Draco?"

Scanning the man and his wand, the Slytherin came to the same conclusion. Not noticing how Ollivander's eyes widened as he used his powers, Draco said, "As much as I hate to agree with you, it is uniquely suited to him." He then saw the expression on Ollivander's face, still with his Scanning senses engaged, and realized that the wandmaker had a specialized Scanning sense of his own. "So that's how you can tell how the wand components will work together so well," he whispered.

Ollivander nodded at the young man that he sensed was a very talented Scanner. "I can sense and extrapolate on the interaction between the magical properties of the cores, the woods, and sometimes, the person. I have much better success choosing a matching wand for an adult than a student. So much of a student's magic is merely potential." Turning to Dumbledore, he suggested, "Perhaps testing this wand would be more safely done elsewhere, Albus."

Returning his gaze to the half-giant, Ollivander assured him, "No, no payment is required from you. You see, someone," glancing at Dumbledore, "persuaded the Ministry that a new wand was the least that could be done for someone who was, not once, but twice judged guilty but later proven innocent. May you find satisfaction as you resume your studies, Mr. Hagrid."

Grinning foolishly, Hagrid eventually left the shop, after showing off his new wand to both Dumbledore and Harry, and even to Snape and Draco. Uncharacteristically, Snape refrained from sarcasm or insults, and just muttered, "Yes, yes, Hagrid. Nice wand. Time to get back to work, now, isn't it?"

Dumbledore looked pointedly at Ollivander, who crossed the shop, put up a "Closed for Now" sign, and locked the door, adding a quick silencing charm. Snape, Harry and Draco glanced between the shop owner and the headmaster with questions in their eyes.

"Thank you, Octavius. How long do we have before you have other commitments?" Dumbledore asked.

"I can give you about 30 minutes, Albus. Now will you explain what this is all about? You are being even more mysterious than usual, old man," the wandmaker grumbled.

Dumbledore glared at him for a moment, with a pot-calling-the-kettle-black expression, then proceeded. "I'll come to the point, Octavius. I want you to reproduce your work on my wand with these three gentlemen."

Ollivander looked at Dumbledore in shock. "But Albus, you know that a compound-core wand is only appropriate for the most powerful wizards. And to perform those rituals is exhausting for merely one wand, let alone three. Have you finally gone mad, my friend?"

"I know you've already opened your senses twice in a short time, but I urge you to do so again. Begin with Harry. Harry, this is a tiring procedure for Octavius. Will you assist him once he's examined your internal magic?" /* Trust me, Harry. This is important for all three of you. */ Dumbledore sent earnestly.

"I'd advise you to proceed slowly, sir," Harry suggested, knowing he was intended to reveal his Magus power. As Ollivander sighed and prepared to focus his senses yet again, Harry carefully lowered the first layer of masking on his power. Suddenly, the wandmaker staggered backwards, raising his hand as though to shield his eyes, wavering in dizziness. Harry reached out, placing his hand on the old man's shoulder, gently soothing and energizing the shaking figure with his healing gifts.

"Mr. Potter?" he asked, dazed, though his thoughts were coming to the only possible conclusion for what he had Seen.

"Yes, sir. I am." Harry answered simply. "Are you ready to check the others? Or do you need more ..."

"No, no, Mr. Potter. Quite enough, thank you," he stammered slightly, sparing a pointed glare at Dumbledore before continuing. He was surprised at the power that Draco had developed, but was positively shocked at how powerful Snape had become. His gaze passed back and forth between Dumbledore and Snape in confusion as he realized that the younger man's power exceeded that of the man assumed to be the most powerful wizard alive.

"Well, I see you anticipated my concerns, Albus," Ollivander admitted. "All three are exceptionally powerful, and I need not be concerned about exhaustion with Mr. Potter available. But, why bother," he glanced at Harry, "with someone so proficient at wandless magic? And what of the ... sources of the additional core elements?"

"Albus," drawled Snape, "I would appreciate knowing what in bl ... what exactly is this all about?"

"Oh, do go on, Albus. I know you enjoy story-telling," Ollivander conjured a chair for himself, though no one could say where his wand had suddenly appeared from. "Keep in mind, though, the clock is ticking."

Dumbledore chuckled, conjuring chairs for the rest of them, and began. "First, a compound-core wand is an innovation developed by our friend here, to enhance the efficiency and control provided by a wand for a particularly powerful wizard. My wand became the prototype. It involves introducing a second component into the wand core. If the original core is a solid, the second should be liquid or powder, to maximize the contact points between the two. And the reverse, of course. The ideal is for one of the components to be closely related to the wand's owner."

"In my case," he continued, "a feather from my phoenix form was combined with the existing dragon blood. This was done just before I faced Grindelwald and his followers, and was instrumental in my surviving the encounter." Dumbledore then looked at Harry, "I believe this is important, even for you, for at least one reason. Until you reveal yourself, you need to limit your use of wandless magic, unless you are disguised as Darius. Your wand, as it is, cannot handle the magic levels you currently operate with, even when you restrain yourself. I've observed several close calls that nearly shattered it. And this modification could prevent the brother-wands effect."

Harry considered this carefully. "About the secondary core component, though. We have plenty of choices with mine, but what about Severus and Draco? A raven is a non-magical animagus form, and Draco isn't an animagus at all. Or ..." he thought a moment more, "would transfiguration work?"

"In explanation, Octavius, I should tell you that in Harry's case, any magical creature is available as a donor, as he is an unlimited animagus. The two forms known to the public are only the beginning." Dumbledore was basking in the knowledge that he was shocking people right and left. "So, the questions remaining are: What component will work best with Harry's existing phoenix feather? For Draco and Severus, would we be better off having Harry transfigure them into a particular magical creature, or would other animagus forms of his be more effective? A tie to the wand owners might be achieved in the second case because they are both part of the Magus Circle."

Ollivander just sat and contemplated the situation. "You are introducing more variables than we have dealt with in the past. I will need to examine them one more time, and their current wands. Also, a small demonstration will be needed, Mr. Potter. Perhaps," more thought, "I would like to compare the possibilities. I'd like to see four phoenixes in here for a few moments, please. I need to sense the differences among an 'ordinary' animagus, so to speak," looking at Dumbledore, "a multi-animagus," looking at Harry, "a transfiguration of someone with the animagus gift," Snape now, "and transfiguration of one without that gift," finishing with Draco.

After a moment, all nodded in agreement. Dumbledore went first, then Harry transfigured both Snape and Draco into phoenixes, finally, he took that form himself. Ollivander carefully observed them with his gift, first Dumbledore, then Harry. They each resumed human form when he was done. Seeing that Ollivander was tiring again, Harry tentatively reached out. As the wizard nodded in acceptance, the Magus supplied him with more energy, allowing him to finish with the transfigured phoenixes. After Harry changed them back to their human forms, Snape and Draco, along with Harry, offered their wands for examination.

"It is almost time for my appointment with a tedious but necessary Ministry official. He will be here shortly," Ollivander stated, as Harry healed his exhaustion one more time. "I need to review the examination results and do some research. Later this week, perhaps, we can meet again. These rituals will be complex and the components powerful whichever path we choose. I'd like to arrange a work room at Hogwarts. Otherwise I would have to spend quite a bit of time and energy warding my work room to handle the power levels."

"I believe I know just the room for you, Octavius. Call when you're ready to choose the appropriate components, and we will make the arrangements." Dumbledore banished the chairs he had produced, bid his friend farewell, and the four of them departed.

As they headed for the Leaky Cauldron to floo back to Hogwarts, Dumbledore offhandedly commented, "Severus, did I mention my idea about making Harry and Draco our apprentices?"

(to be continued)