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Chapter 20

Harry had been home for a couple of days when he knew he had to perform an errand. He took a package from beneath his bed and when the limo picked him up to go for practice he asked the driver to make a detour to The Leaky Cauldron. When the driver didn't ask "Where?" Harry knew he was aware of it. They parked and Harry told the driver to order them some lunch, and that he would be back in a few minutes. Harry took out his wand and tapped the bricks that gave him entrance to Diagon Alley. He made his way to the wand shop. There was no one at the counter so he called out "Mr. Ollivander!" To Harry's surprise a beautiful young woman only a little older than himself came from the back.
"I'm sorry!" she remarked, "My father isn't here, Mr. Potter. "What can I do for you?"
Harry took the package from under his arm."I have four wands here," he explained. "I have put tags on them with the names of the individuals they are to be offered to when they come to buy their first wands." Harry took some money from his pocket. "I'll pay for them now."
"Mr. Potter!" the young woman argued, "the wands choose the owner!"
Harry smiled. "I guarantee you," he answered, "these wands will accept the ones they are to be given to."
The woman looked at the wands and picked up one, obviously knowing who it had belonged to. "You sure?" she remarked. "You want to give this wand to someone?"
Harry smiled. "A wand," he answered "is neither good nor evil. It is only a source of power. What makes it one or the other is the person using it. This wand was used wrongly, but in the hands of the one it shall be given to, it shall be used rightly. The first one should arrive in eleven years, the rest a few years after that."
"By then," the young woman remarked, "I will be running the shop by myself."
Harry smiled. "I hardly think so!" he answered. "Thank you! I am sure the wands will be well cared for."
He hurried out, rejoined the driver, enjoyed the lamb stew, and then got back to life. There was a lot to squeeze into it. But he didn't find it unpleasant, he didn't find it unpleasant at all!


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