New Wands and a Diary 3

"Ah yes, a Potter. I should have known" came an old voice and Harry turned to see an old man behind the counter looking at him curiously. He is an average man with a grey moustache and shining gold eyes looking at him with respect.

"It is nice to see you after a long time, Mr Potter. My name is Walkrow Wander by the way" Walkrow said, introducing himself and extending his hand to Harry who took it shook his hand and made a firm handshake.

"What can I do for you today, Mr Potter. It has been long since a Potter visited my shop" said Walkrow glancing at Harry. Harry's interest peaked when the history of his family was bought out and listened to Walkrow with rapt attention. Seeing Harry's attention on him, Walkrow continued.

"I made wands for your Grandfather, Charlus Potter and your great grandfather, Fleamont Potter. We are a family of Wandcrafters, we were hired by the Potters when the House was formed in the 13th century. We were specifically hired for our skill, Mr Potter. We are and will always be thankful to your family for that but times do change Mr Potter. When Ministry of Magic has formed, this Alley was classified as a dark alley as most of the dark witches and wizards set their businesses here" he said in a sad tone but instantly cheered up.

"No matter. You are here means there is a problem with your current wand or you need a new one" said Walkrow and saw the look on Harry's face and waved his hand off.

"Don't worry about me informing the ministry. We are loyal to our customers and especially to your family, Mr Potter" Walkrow said and took a tape. Mira slithered across Harry's body when the tape is about to reach her. Walkrow took some more measurements and brought out a few boxes from his drawer.

"Now, let's see which wood suits you. What is your wand made of Mr Potter"

"Holly with Phoenix feather, sir"

"Interesting, from Ollivander's I presume," he stated knowingly. Harry nodded at that.

"I have made wands for so many witches and wizards Mr Potter who had become 'Dark'. But that core is only seen in one another wand, and that belongs to He-who-must-not-be-named. I have seen him kill with that wand and do many things that are not good. But he is a great wizard nonetheless. I presume you know this" asked Walkrow and Harry nodded grimly.

"Can I see it?" he asked curiously and Harry gave him his wand.

"Sorry, Mr Potter. Did you say that this is your wand" he asked confused?

"Yes, sir. That is the wand that perfectly suited me when I touched it 2 years ago at Ollivander's"

"And you don't feel that warmth now," asked Walkrow.

"Yes sir, I don't feel even a sliver of it in the wand. All I feel is dead wood in my hands" said Harry with a sigh. He liked his wand so much. It is the constant thing that is with him in all his battles, a friend of sorts. Losing it is not something he dreamed of.

"It seems like you have outgrown your wand, Harry. Can I call you that?" Walkrow asked and Harry nodded.

"What do you mean by outgrowing it?"

"It is rather rare these days, but a wizard or a witch can outgrow their wand if their magical growth is exponential or there is a change of traits which made the wand choose them in the first place. Remember Harry, the wand chooses its master not the other way around" said Walkrow. Harry nodded and Walkrow rummaged through his desk and took some more boxes out.

"Now, tell me do you have any specifications for your wand like wood, core etc," asked Walkrow, Harry took his mother's wand and Snakewood from his robe.

"I want one made of this wood and other combined with this one," he said, placing all of them in front of Walkrow.

"Hmm, Snakewood, rare wood in this part of the world and willow with Dragon Heartstring. Very interesting. Now put your hands on the boxes and feel the connection. If you feel connected to anyone, tell me" he said, gesturing to the boxes in front of Harry. Harry placed his hand on every box and touched it.

He felt connected to a black box and Walkrow took it. He touched another set of boxes and took another multi-coloured box and gave it to Walkrow. He also took another box and gave it to him. After some time there are 4 boxes. 2 on each side.

"It is a very peculiar combination, Harry. This is Ashwood and the core you picked was the feather of a Thunderbird, which were native to America and the only one with me. The next two are Chimera's heartstring with Blackwood known to be formed from the never-ending fires. Your two wands will be from willow, Dargon heartstring with a combination of Ashwood and Thunderbird feather and Snakewood with black wood and a combination of Chimera Heartstring and a Horned Serpent Scale you have" he said, amazed. Harry nodded at that and they jumped into work.