Entry: Monday, August 2nd, 2021

I don’t live at the Dursleys anymore. Helia said there’s too much dangerous magic in the air there, and now that she’s my guardian, she has the authority to let me stay in the Potter Seat of London- a surprisingly large mansion right in the middle of the city, only a five minute train ride away from King’s Cross.

I will also apparently be going to Hogwarts anyways, despite informing several staff that I won’t be. Helia said something about various ‘much needed changes’, most of which would happen after I start my schooling but some might even be before then. I guess she was getting the ball rolling while I was shopping with Auror Fight.

And boy, was there shopping to do! Clothes, equipment, everything. We even found a letter from Helia in the welcome kit, recommending a list of ‘extra’ books that once were and really should still be on the required booklist for all students; I guess we were a bit too fast for her to have already changed the official booklists. She also dropped a list of recommended stores to get things at, so we did, and we had a largely uneventful shopping trip. Madam Malkin was a nice lady, and the other boy getting robes that day refused to do anything but glare at Auror Fight for the whole time.

I think my wand was the most interesting part. Ollivander’s first question was as to my wand arm- but his second didn’t make sense to me. He asked if I was muggle-raised.

“Well, I’m right-handed,” Harry offered.

“Good, very good, now, Mr. Potter, were you muggle-raised?”

Harry blinked, and tilted his head. “What’s that mean?”

“Yes, I see,” Ollivander nodded, as if he’d answered the question. “One moment.” He dashed off into the shelves, and returned with one narrow box. “Here we are. Unusual combination; Holly and Phoenix Feather, eleven inches, nice and supple. Just give it a wave.” He opened the box, removed the wand from it, and offered it for Harry to try.

Harry took it, blinked, and gave it a wave. A shower of multicolored sparks flew from the end of it, lighting up the whole shop.

“Oh, bravo, bravo!” Ollivander cheered. “And curious… oh, very curious indeed.”

“Are you referring to how it was the first try?” Auror Fight asked.

“Oh no,” Ollivander chuckled. “Been selling wands to muggle-raised on the first try for over five years now. But the phoenix whose feather is in your wand, Mr. Potter, gave another feather- just one more. And it is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar.” He gestured towards Harry’s forehead.

Harry snorted. “The scar I don’t have.”

Ollivander chuckled. “Yes, the scar you don’t have.”

He looked down at the wand, now packaged neatly in brown paper. “So why does it feel so much like…” He paused, looking for words.

“That would be because this wand is in fact a Guardian Wand,” Ollivander informed him.

He blinked. “What’s that mean?”

“That means your wand is imbued with the distilled, purified magic of protection. Do not be surprised if it acts on its own to protect you when you are in need.”

“Huh.”

Author's Note

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If I remember correctly, this section exists solely to detail the Ollivander visit. As for who was getting robes at Madam Malkin's, I have no idea who I once imagined it to be, but they obviously don't like Auror Fight.