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!
THE END
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