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Chapter 56 - Air, Water, Earth And Fire
Dimension: 563 - Earth
Date: 1st September 2001 AD
Country: England - London
Location: Diagon Alley
Time: Lunchtime
As the two cloaked figures walked down the empty street, the few other shoppers gave them a wide berth, recognising the look of someone who didn't want to be known and therefore....was not there.
Reaching the shop they wanted they opened the door and quietly walked in, the taller of the two figures giving one last look around the street before disappearing through the door.
"Good morning." Greeted the old shop keeper, emerging from the back of the shop "How may I help you today?"
The first figure reached into his robes and withdrew his wand and showed it to him.
"Ah," said the shop keeper, recognising his work "I take it you would like to remain anonymous?"
The figure nodded.
"Very well." Smiled the shop keeper, waving his hand in the direction of the front of the shop, as he did so the door sealed itself and the drapes closed across the window.
"Welcome back Mr Potter, how has your wand been treating you?"
"Very well, thank you Mr Ollivander's." returned Harry as he and Adam lowered their hoods.
"Interesting choice of looks Mr Potter, but at the same time, very you." He smiled before turning to Harry's companion.
"Now....There's a face I have not seen for many a decade." Smiled Ollivander's "How have you been old friend?"
"Well, thank you. How has business been treating you?"
"Same as ever old friend; slow but steady."
"Is there anyone you don't know?" asked Harry turning to Adam "First Dumbledore, now Mr Ollivander's."
"Of course but Albus and our resident wand maker where at school together."
"Albus is a few years older than me, we both met Adam at the same time." explained Ollivander "Now what can I do for you today."
"We need some Battle Wands." Replied Adam.
Ollivander's looked as his friend, his stare hard and piercing before a slight grin spread across his wrinkled face.
"Preparing for a war are you?"
"Let's just say we want to be ready, how long would it take you to make a dozen?"
"They are restricted items," said Ollivander's, just reminding Adam of the fact, but completely content to ignore it "Give me a week, what else do you need."
"Harry needs a staff."
The smile that Ollivander's wore after this statement was bright enough to blind a man.
"A staff indeed! Into the back quickly." He grinned excitedly as he disappeared between the rows of shelves.
Harry looked at Adam for a moment before following the wand maker.
Passing through the series of passages between the shelves they ended up in a medium sized zoom, the sides of which were made out of more shelves, each filled to the brim with wand making materials just like the shop in France had been except there were many many more.
"Wow."
"Welcome to my workshop Mr Potter, this is where I work MY magic and this is where I create the wands that over eighty percent of British wizards use."
Harry and Adam watched interested as Ollivander's wandered around the room, collecting equipment and various other things that Harry did not understand.
"Right," grinned Ollivander's moving to a tall platform about a foot square near the centre of the room "Mr Potter, come here please."
Harry walked towards the table and saw a sheet of polished marble lying on it.
"Please put your hand on the stone Mr Potter."
Harry looked at him cautiously before doing so, as soon as his finger touched the stone; his hand was sucked flat against the surface and stuck there like glue.
"What the?"
"Don't worry Mr Potter, the stone is just finding the best materials for your staff's base form."
"Base form?" asked Harry.
"Staffs aren't like wands Harry," explained Adam "Once the base form is created you don't stop there; you add other magical items, ingredients and anything you think worthy or adding to your staff to them throughout your lifetime in order to make them as powerful and adaptive as possible, rather than being the jack of all traits and a master of one like a wand, a staff is the Master of all traits, an artisan of some and the jack of none."
"Wow." Replied Harry earning a chuckle from Ollivander's
"Do all staff's look the same?" he continued.
"Oh no," replied Ollivander's as he started placing an arrangement of cores, woods and crystals around the stone under Harry's hand "They change every time a new ingredient is added and they also change to suit the personality of the owner."
He turned to the gab between one of the shelving units and raised his wrinkled hand.
There was a bang before a long piece of wood came flying out from between the shelves, coming to a stop in the shop keeper's extended hand.
"This is my staff Mr Potter; I created this over eighty years ago from oak and the heart-string of a Ukrainian Ironbelly, you would not believe how hard it was to get a hold of one of those, I've only seen five in my entire career."
Harry looked at the staff in wonder, the staff was not like any wand that he had ever seen, wands were thin, straight and polished whereas the staff in front of him was tall thick and anything but straight, with the texture of the actual tree the branch as cut from, complete with knots, bends and three short stumpy leafless branches coming out the top. Harry also noticed a series of symbols carved into the wood, some look like small pictures whilst others were just letters and shapes.
"In time Mr Potter's yours could be as powerful as this."
The stone under Harry's hand flashed.
"And it looks like we are about to find out what your staff will look like." Smiled the wand maker tapping the stone "You can remove your hand now Mr Potter."
As Harry's hand separated two beams of light shot out from the stone and touched two of the woods.
"Oak and Willow," explained Ollivander's "Strength and endurance mixed in with flexibility, a good base. Now for the core...."
The beams moves and merged into one, but instead of pointing at one of the surrounding cores they aimed themselves at the pocket of Harry's jeans, from which the tip of his wand could be seen.
"A phoenix feather," continued Ollivander's "One from the same bird as your wand by the look of it."
"Do you have a spare?" asked Harry.
"Phoenix's don't give spares Harry." Explained Adam "They are very careful with whom they give their feathers to and they only give the number that you actually need."
"So I've got to ask Fawkes for...."
Harry never got the chance to finish as a bright flame exploded in the middle of the room, revealing the phoenix in question.
"It looks like you can ask him now." Smiled Ollivander's "Welcome my friend, it's been too long."
Fawkes called back a greeting before moving to settle on the top of Ollivander's staff.
"Does Dumbledore know you are here?" asked Harry.
The phoenix trilled which Harry somehow understood meant 'No'.
"How did you know we were talking about you?"
"He didn't," explained Ollivander's "He could sense when the feather in your wand got close."
"Why hasn't Dumbledore used that to find me?"
Fawkes trilled again which Harry again understood to mean 'He does not know that I can sense your wand.'
"How can I understand you?" asked Harry.
'I can express my meaning through my song.'
"Oh....Err, Fawkes....may I have another of your feathers for my staff, I would...."
Fawkes did not wait for him to finish and exploded in flame and appeared on the other side of the room, a single feather floating towards the ground where he had previously been.
"I think that's a yes Harry." Smiled Adam as the phoenix settled on to his shoulder.
"Fawkes obviously thinks very highly of you Mr Potter," smiled Ollivander's, picking up the feather and then moved to one of the walls "While I get the wood can you use that knife and prick your finger, we are going to need some of your blood and hair."
"You will need to get some from both your forms if you want it to work well for you as both Harry and Daniel." Explained Adam as Harry pulled out a strand of hair with a small grunt before picking up the knife.
When Ollivander's returned there were two drops of blood and two hairs ready and waiting on the feather, the blood slowly soaking into the feathers.
"Excellent," smiled the wand maker eagerly "Let us make you a staff."
Harry got the feeling that Ollivander was really enjoying this, even more so than he did when he sold Harry his wand.
Harry watched fascinated as the wand maker put a long shaft of oak and a thin whippy branch of the willow together with the other ingredients before beginning to chant, waving his staff around in complicated patterns as the different components fused.
The oak changing shape, forming a tall thin shaft allowing the willow wrapping itself around the oak forming a double helix of light wood around the darker wood of the oak. The two woods melded together making a long thin polished shaft, as if someone had expertly cut out and replaced some of the oak with the willow resulting in a couple of perfect spirals.
The feather, blood and hairs then floated down and sunk into the top of the shaft completing the process, with one final wave of his staff Ollivander's created a bright flash of light which faded to reveal Harry's completed staff hanging in the air before them.
Now that the ingredients had been added the staff had indeed changed, the tube shape now tapered to a point of silver metal, the top end was also capped with silver but the top surface of which was flat and expanded out further than width of the wood, like the rim of a hat, the underside of which sloped down to meat the wood.
"Very nice." Smiled Ollivander, walking around the staff "Very nice indeed, simplicity is always good."
Harry walked up to the staff and extended his hand to take it, before his hand reached the staff it leaped into his hand making Harry jump.
"Your staff is bound to your blood Harry," explained Adam "It's connected to you and in a way can think for itself."
"What do you mean?"
"For example if say Mr Malfoy picked up your staff it would not let him use if and would probably deflect his spell back against him, on the other hand if Miss Granger picked it up it would allow her to use it, though it will not react as well as if it was someone genetically linked to you that was holding your staff."
"I see." Nodded Harry as he turned the staff in his hand, looking at the top he noticed a pair of small symbols directly in the centre of the metal capping, they resembled a flame with a wing on either side "What is this?"
Ollivander's looked at the symbol and smiled "It shows Mr Potter that the core of your staff is linked to fire and flight, it will allow you to more easily control fire and flight as well as their related magic's, other symbols will appear around this one as you add more components to your staff."
Harry recalled what he had been told about phoenix's being elemental creatures.
Fawkes gave a joyful cry and raised its wings before flying over to Harry and settling on his shoulder, as the magical bird called out the symbol glowed as though actually made out of fire before slowly fading back to just being a symbol.
"Wow."
"I recommend hiding that when you go back to Hogwarts Mr Potter," suggested Ollivander's "I don't think Albus will much appreciate you having one."
"How can I hide something this big?" asked Harry, gesturing to his staff.
"Simply will it to disappear and then when you need it, will it into your hand."
Harry nodded, not convinced that it would work but he would give it a go anyway.
Closing his eyes he imagined his staff disappearing, imagining the weight not being there, imagining....
"I told you it was simple Mr Potter."
Opening his eyes Harry realised that his staff had in fact already disappeared.
"Like we said it thinks for itself, it knows want you want, imagine it back in your hand."
Harry didn't bother closing his eyes this time and simply wanted his staff to be back in his hand.
A split second it phased into view.
"Very good, when you want to add to it Mr Potter you need to hold the staff, touch the new component to the top of the staff as well as a drop of your blood and will it to meld."
"Thank you Mr Ollivander's." asked Harry as the group walked back towards the front of the shop "How much do I...."
"You owe me nothing Mr Potter; just take care of that staff."
"Thank you sir." Nodded Harry as they walked out from behind the counter and raised their hoods.
"I will send your wands to you old friend." Added Ollivander as he disappeared back into the shelves.
"Are you coming with us Fawkes?" asked Harry.
'I will take you where ever you need to go.' Replied the phoenix.
"Are you sure?" asked Harry.
The phoenix replied by taking off and extending its tail feathers for them.
'Hold on.'
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Dimension: 563 - Earth
Date: 1st September 2001 AD
Country: Romania - Carpathian Mountains
Location: The Veela Colony
Time: Afternoon
With a lick of flame and a bang the phoenix and his two passengers appeared just outside the borders of the Veela Colony.
The guards were upon them within a second, spears and fireballs aimed at the ready. Harry was about to draw his wand when phoenix song stopped him.
/ 'Be still' /trilled Fawkes to Harry and the guards.
As soon as the Veela saw the bird they lowered their weapons and bowed to it.
/ 'Harry Potter and The Guardian to see The Matriarch' /explained the fire bird before settling on Harry's shoulder.
The guards nodded before directing them towards the colony.
One of the guards again led them to The Matriarch's Hall.
Upon entering they approached and bowed to the sitting Veela.
"I was not expecting your return so soon Mr Potter, especially not in the company of a phoenix. Stand."
"I came to gain your allegiance." Explained Harry as he straightened up.
The Matriarch gave a smile.
"And what makes you believe that you will gain our allegiance this time when you could not before, just having befriended a phoenix and a being of such power is not sufficient for that." She said gesturing to Adam.
"Let us start with this." Called Harry extending his arm, his staff appearing in his palm.
"Impressive, but I need more evidence than that, merely owning a staff does not mean you can use one."
"Set me a challenge then." Replied Harry, forgetting some of his manners when addressing someone of The Matriarchs status, not that The Matriarch seemed to mind.
"Very well then," she smiled, standing up gracefully "Follow me."
The pair followed the Matriarch as she seemed to glide out of the hall.
As they exited the Matriarch called out commands in Romanian, summoning all the Veela, humans and hybrids together.
Harry muttered a quick translation charm as The Matriarch began to speak.
"My friends....Mr Potter has returned to us in an attempt to gain our allegiance....He has just asked me to prepare a challenge for him."
There was a light splattering of laughter and grins amongst the crowd, Harry suddenly got the feeling that he had just dropped himself in it; he sent a nervous glance at Adam who was standing off to the side, casually waiting to be addressed.
"Well....I say we make this a real challenge for our champion to be." She gestured three of the guards in the crowd forward before turning to him "Your challenge Mr Potter, defeat these three full Veela and you will have our allegiance."
The Veela crowd rapidly made a circle in which the four stood, Adam and Fawkes were standing to the right of The Matriarch.
Harry began reciting all he had learned from Adam over in his mind, firstly and most importantly; never reveal the extent of your skill until you have no other choice.
"Commence."
Harry immediately aimed and fired a blasting hex from his staff, having never actually used it to cast a spell before he was a little surprised by the size of the explosion created, though he did not have time to contemplate as three fireballs were launched by the already airborne Veela, being 100% Veela obviously meant faster transformation.
He dodged to the left as the fire collided with the ground beside him before spinning around for another assault.
"Accio Veela." He cried, creating an adequate distraction as all three Veela briefly lurched forward in the air, one unfortunately was holding a fireball at the time and the spell pulled her body directly onto the flame, causing a small blast of fire as the Veela was knocked out of the competition.
Spinning to the side again Harry dodged another series of fireballs before throwing his staff into the air causing another distraction as he drew his wand and fired a jet of water at the next Veela, soaking her to the skin and causing her to be grounded.
Realising her predicament the Veela ran at Harry talons extended before leaping to tackle him to the ground.
As the Veela reached Harry, his staff dropped into his hand.
He spun it around in an ark causing it to hit the jumping Veela square in the stomach, sending her to the ground, groaning in pain.
As he was turning to the last, Harry's arm exploded in pain as a fireball hit him, knocking his staff out of his hand.
He ducked and rolled as three more fireballs followed the first, aimed and fired at such a rate that he did not have a chance to summon his staff or his wand which he had dropped to catch his staff back to him.
Now was the time for his training with Adam, now was the time to reveal what he was really capable of.
As the next fireball came hurtling at him he brought his fingers tight together before spinning around and creating a fanning motion with his arms, firing a blast of air at the fireball, reversing its course.
The startled Veela barely had time to dodge as her own fireball came flying back at her much to the surprise of the crowd.
Using the astonishment of his opponent to his advantage he took a firm step forward and extended his fist towards the Veela, firing a blast of fire in her direction.
Unfortunately this time the Veela had learnt not to underestimate her opponent and easily dodged away before firing another fireball back.
Harry span to the side, seeing the Veela he had hit with his staff earlier regaining her feet. With a sharp twist of his feet the earth underneath the Veela temporarily liquefied and then re-hardened with the Veela's talons, lower legs and wing tips now encased within the earth.
Turning back to his other opponent, he played the same card he had used to defeat Colleen as he caught the Veela's fireball and hurled it back of her, catching her square in the chest and knocking the last Veela out of the competition.
He had won....just.
Not waiting for the confirmation of his win he ran over to one of the two Veela who had been hit with fire, kneeling down beside the nearest he extended his arm over the burns on her feathered chest.
The crowd watched astonished as a bubble of water appeared under his hand and expanded over the wounded skin.
They watched as Harry screwed up his eyes and concentrated as the water slowly sank into the skin, healing the burns, the only evidence of the wounds being the missing feathers.
Repeating the procedure with the other burnt Veela before he then turned to The Matriarch and the crowd.
Much to his surprise, no sooner had he turned to face the Veela when The Matriarch moved forward in front of him and dropped to her knees, quickly followed by the rest of the colony.
"We are yours....Avatar."
As soon as the words left her lips that he felt his shape begin to change, his head pointed and raised.
His neck lengthened and expanded.
His arms and feet changed shape.
He overbalanced and dropped forward on to his clawed hands, his head still well above the crowd, his whiskers trailing towards the ground in front of him.
CLAWS
WHISKERS!!
Dimension: 563 - Earth
Date: 1st September 2001 AD
Country: England - London
Location: Diagon Alley
Time: Lunchtime
As the two cloaked figures walked down the empty street, the few other shoppers gave them a wide berth, recognising the look of someone who didn't want to be known and therefore....was not there.
Reaching the shop they wanted they opened the door and quietly walked in, the taller of the two figures giving one last look around the street before disappearing through the door.
"Good morning." Greeted the old shop keeper, emerging from the back of the shop "How may I help you today?"
The first figure reached into his robes and withdrew his wand and showed it to him.
"Ah," said the shop keeper, recognising his work "I take it you would like to remain anonymous?"
The figure nodded.
"Very well." Smiled the shop keeper, waving his hand in the direction of the front of the shop, as he did so the door sealed itself and the drapes closed across the window.
"Welcome back Mr Potter, how has your wand been treating you?"
"Very well, thank you Mr Ollivander's." returned Harry as he and Adam lowered their hoods.
"Interesting choice of looks Mr Potter, but at the same time, very you." He smiled before turning to Harry's companion.
"Now....There's a face I have not seen for many a decade." Smiled Ollivander's "How have you been old friend?"
"Well, thank you. How has business been treating you?"
"Same as ever old friend; slow but steady."
"Is there anyone you don't know?" asked Harry turning to Adam "First Dumbledore, now Mr Ollivander's."
"Of course but Albus and our resident wand maker where at school together."
"Albus is a few years older than me, we both met Adam at the same time." explained Ollivander "Now what can I do for you today."
"We need some Battle Wands." Replied Adam.
Ollivander's looked as his friend, his stare hard and piercing before a slight grin spread across his wrinkled face.
"Preparing for a war are you?"
"Let's just say we want to be ready, how long would it take you to make a dozen?"
"They are restricted items," said Ollivander's, just reminding Adam of the fact, but completely content to ignore it "Give me a week, what else do you need."
"Harry needs a staff."
The smile that Ollivander's wore after this statement was bright enough to blind a man.
"A staff indeed! Into the back quickly." He grinned excitedly as he disappeared between the rows of shelves.
Harry looked at Adam for a moment before following the wand maker.
Passing through the series of passages between the shelves they ended up in a medium sized zoom, the sides of which were made out of more shelves, each filled to the brim with wand making materials just like the shop in France had been except there were many many more.
"Wow."
"Welcome to my workshop Mr Potter, this is where I work MY magic and this is where I create the wands that over eighty percent of British wizards use."
Harry and Adam watched interested as Ollivander's wandered around the room, collecting equipment and various other things that Harry did not understand.
"Right," grinned Ollivander's moving to a tall platform about a foot square near the centre of the room "Mr Potter, come here please."
Harry walked towards the table and saw a sheet of polished marble lying on it.
"Please put your hand on the stone Mr Potter."
Harry looked at him cautiously before doing so, as soon as his finger touched the stone; his hand was sucked flat against the surface and stuck there like glue.
"What the?"
"Don't worry Mr Potter, the stone is just finding the best materials for your staff's base form."
"Base form?" asked Harry.
"Staffs aren't like wands Harry," explained Adam "Once the base form is created you don't stop there; you add other magical items, ingredients and anything you think worthy or adding to your staff to them throughout your lifetime in order to make them as powerful and adaptive as possible, rather than being the jack of all traits and a master of one like a wand, a staff is the Master of all traits, an artisan of some and the jack of none."
"Wow." Replied Harry earning a chuckle from Ollivander's
"Do all staff's look the same?" he continued.
"Oh no," replied Ollivander's as he started placing an arrangement of cores, woods and crystals around the stone under Harry's hand "They change every time a new ingredient is added and they also change to suit the personality of the owner."
He turned to the gab between one of the shelving units and raised his wrinkled hand.
There was a bang before a long piece of wood came flying out from between the shelves, coming to a stop in the shop keeper's extended hand.
"This is my staff Mr Potter; I created this over eighty years ago from oak and the heart-string of a Ukrainian Ironbelly, you would not believe how hard it was to get a hold of one of those, I've only seen five in my entire career."
Harry looked at the staff in wonder, the staff was not like any wand that he had ever seen, wands were thin, straight and polished whereas the staff in front of him was tall thick and anything but straight, with the texture of the actual tree the branch as cut from, complete with knots, bends and three short stumpy leafless branches coming out the top. Harry also noticed a series of symbols carved into the wood, some look like small pictures whilst others were just letters and shapes.
"In time Mr Potter's yours could be as powerful as this."
The stone under Harry's hand flashed.
"And it looks like we are about to find out what your staff will look like." Smiled the wand maker tapping the stone "You can remove your hand now Mr Potter."
As Harry's hand separated two beams of light shot out from the stone and touched two of the woods.
"Oak and Willow," explained Ollivander's "Strength and endurance mixed in with flexibility, a good base. Now for the core...."
The beams moves and merged into one, but instead of pointing at one of the surrounding cores they aimed themselves at the pocket of Harry's jeans, from which the tip of his wand could be seen.
"A phoenix feather," continued Ollivander's "One from the same bird as your wand by the look of it."
"Do you have a spare?" asked Harry.
"Phoenix's don't give spares Harry." Explained Adam "They are very careful with whom they give their feathers to and they only give the number that you actually need."
"So I've got to ask Fawkes for...."
Harry never got the chance to finish as a bright flame exploded in the middle of the room, revealing the phoenix in question.
"It looks like you can ask him now." Smiled Ollivander's "Welcome my friend, it's been too long."
Fawkes called back a greeting before moving to settle on the top of Ollivander's staff.
"Does Dumbledore know you are here?" asked Harry.
The phoenix trilled which Harry somehow understood meant 'No'.
"How did you know we were talking about you?"
"He didn't," explained Ollivander's "He could sense when the feather in your wand got close."
"Why hasn't Dumbledore used that to find me?"
Fawkes trilled again which Harry again understood to mean 'He does not know that I can sense your wand.'
"How can I understand you?" asked Harry.
'I can express my meaning through my song.'
"Oh....Err, Fawkes....may I have another of your feathers for my staff, I would...."
Fawkes did not wait for him to finish and exploded in flame and appeared on the other side of the room, a single feather floating towards the ground where he had previously been.
"I think that's a yes Harry." Smiled Adam as the phoenix settled on to his shoulder.
"Fawkes obviously thinks very highly of you Mr Potter," smiled Ollivander's, picking up the feather and then moved to one of the walls "While I get the wood can you use that knife and prick your finger, we are going to need some of your blood and hair."
"You will need to get some from both your forms if you want it to work well for you as both Harry and Daniel." Explained Adam as Harry pulled out a strand of hair with a small grunt before picking up the knife.
When Ollivander's returned there were two drops of blood and two hairs ready and waiting on the feather, the blood slowly soaking into the feathers.
"Excellent," smiled the wand maker eagerly "Let us make you a staff."
Harry got the feeling that Ollivander was really enjoying this, even more so than he did when he sold Harry his wand.
Harry watched fascinated as the wand maker put a long shaft of oak and a thin whippy branch of the willow together with the other ingredients before beginning to chant, waving his staff around in complicated patterns as the different components fused.
The oak changing shape, forming a tall thin shaft allowing the willow wrapping itself around the oak forming a double helix of light wood around the darker wood of the oak. The two woods melded together making a long thin polished shaft, as if someone had expertly cut out and replaced some of the oak with the willow resulting in a couple of perfect spirals.
The feather, blood and hairs then floated down and sunk into the top of the shaft completing the process, with one final wave of his staff Ollivander's created a bright flash of light which faded to reveal Harry's completed staff hanging in the air before them.
Now that the ingredients had been added the staff had indeed changed, the tube shape now tapered to a point of silver metal, the top end was also capped with silver but the top surface of which was flat and expanded out further than width of the wood, like the rim of a hat, the underside of which sloped down to meat the wood.
"Very nice." Smiled Ollivander, walking around the staff "Very nice indeed, simplicity is always good."
Harry walked up to the staff and extended his hand to take it, before his hand reached the staff it leaped into his hand making Harry jump.
"Your staff is bound to your blood Harry," explained Adam "It's connected to you and in a way can think for itself."
"What do you mean?"
"For example if say Mr Malfoy picked up your staff it would not let him use if and would probably deflect his spell back against him, on the other hand if Miss Granger picked it up it would allow her to use it, though it will not react as well as if it was someone genetically linked to you that was holding your staff."
"I see." Nodded Harry as he turned the staff in his hand, looking at the top he noticed a pair of small symbols directly in the centre of the metal capping, they resembled a flame with a wing on either side "What is this?"
Ollivander's looked at the symbol and smiled "It shows Mr Potter that the core of your staff is linked to fire and flight, it will allow you to more easily control fire and flight as well as their related magic's, other symbols will appear around this one as you add more components to your staff."
Harry recalled what he had been told about phoenix's being elemental creatures.
Fawkes gave a joyful cry and raised its wings before flying over to Harry and settling on his shoulder, as the magical bird called out the symbol glowed as though actually made out of fire before slowly fading back to just being a symbol.
"Wow."
"I recommend hiding that when you go back to Hogwarts Mr Potter," suggested Ollivander's "I don't think Albus will much appreciate you having one."
"How can I hide something this big?" asked Harry, gesturing to his staff.
"Simply will it to disappear and then when you need it, will it into your hand."
Harry nodded, not convinced that it would work but he would give it a go anyway.
Closing his eyes he imagined his staff disappearing, imagining the weight not being there, imagining....
"I told you it was simple Mr Potter."
Opening his eyes Harry realised that his staff had in fact already disappeared.
"Like we said it thinks for itself, it knows want you want, imagine it back in your hand."
Harry didn't bother closing his eyes this time and simply wanted his staff to be back in his hand.
A split second it phased into view.
"Very good, when you want to add to it Mr Potter you need to hold the staff, touch the new component to the top of the staff as well as a drop of your blood and will it to meld."
"Thank you Mr Ollivander's." asked Harry as the group walked back towards the front of the shop "How much do I...."
"You owe me nothing Mr Potter; just take care of that staff."
"Thank you sir." Nodded Harry as they walked out from behind the counter and raised their hoods.
"I will send your wands to you old friend." Added Ollivander as he disappeared back into the shelves.
"Are you coming with us Fawkes?" asked Harry.
'I will take you where ever you need to go.' Replied the phoenix.
"Are you sure?" asked Harry.
The phoenix replied by taking off and extending its tail feathers for them.
'Hold on.'
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Dimension: 563 - Earth
Date: 1st September 2001 AD
Country: Romania - Carpathian Mountains
Location: The Veela Colony
Time: Afternoon
With a lick of flame and a bang the phoenix and his two passengers appeared just outside the borders of the Veela Colony.
The guards were upon them within a second, spears and fireballs aimed at the ready. Harry was about to draw his wand when phoenix song stopped him.
/ 'Be still' /trilled Fawkes to Harry and the guards.
As soon as the Veela saw the bird they lowered their weapons and bowed to it.
/ 'Harry Potter and The Guardian to see The Matriarch' /explained the fire bird before settling on Harry's shoulder.
The guards nodded before directing them towards the colony.
One of the guards again led them to The Matriarch's Hall.
Upon entering they approached and bowed to the sitting Veela.
"I was not expecting your return so soon Mr Potter, especially not in the company of a phoenix. Stand."
"I came to gain your allegiance." Explained Harry as he straightened up.
The Matriarch gave a smile.
"And what makes you believe that you will gain our allegiance this time when you could not before, just having befriended a phoenix and a being of such power is not sufficient for that." She said gesturing to Adam.
"Let us start with this." Called Harry extending his arm, his staff appearing in his palm.
"Impressive, but I need more evidence than that, merely owning a staff does not mean you can use one."
"Set me a challenge then." Replied Harry, forgetting some of his manners when addressing someone of The Matriarchs status, not that The Matriarch seemed to mind.
"Very well then," she smiled, standing up gracefully "Follow me."
The pair followed the Matriarch as she seemed to glide out of the hall.
As they exited the Matriarch called out commands in Romanian, summoning all the Veela, humans and hybrids together.
Harry muttered a quick translation charm as The Matriarch began to speak.
"My friends....Mr Potter has returned to us in an attempt to gain our allegiance....He has just asked me to prepare a challenge for him."
There was a light splattering of laughter and grins amongst the crowd, Harry suddenly got the feeling that he had just dropped himself in it; he sent a nervous glance at Adam who was standing off to the side, casually waiting to be addressed.
"Well....I say we make this a real challenge for our champion to be." She gestured three of the guards in the crowd forward before turning to him "Your challenge Mr Potter, defeat these three full Veela and you will have our allegiance."
The Veela crowd rapidly made a circle in which the four stood, Adam and Fawkes were standing to the right of The Matriarch.
Harry began reciting all he had learned from Adam over in his mind, firstly and most importantly; never reveal the extent of your skill until you have no other choice.
"Commence."
Harry immediately aimed and fired a blasting hex from his staff, having never actually used it to cast a spell before he was a little surprised by the size of the explosion created, though he did not have time to contemplate as three fireballs were launched by the already airborne Veela, being 100% Veela obviously meant faster transformation.
He dodged to the left as the fire collided with the ground beside him before spinning around for another assault.
"Accio Veela." He cried, creating an adequate distraction as all three Veela briefly lurched forward in the air, one unfortunately was holding a fireball at the time and the spell pulled her body directly onto the flame, causing a small blast of fire as the Veela was knocked out of the competition.
Spinning to the side again Harry dodged another series of fireballs before throwing his staff into the air causing another distraction as he drew his wand and fired a jet of water at the next Veela, soaking her to the skin and causing her to be grounded.
Realising her predicament the Veela ran at Harry talons extended before leaping to tackle him to the ground.
As the Veela reached Harry, his staff dropped into his hand.
He spun it around in an ark causing it to hit the jumping Veela square in the stomach, sending her to the ground, groaning in pain.
As he was turning to the last, Harry's arm exploded in pain as a fireball hit him, knocking his staff out of his hand.
He ducked and rolled as three more fireballs followed the first, aimed and fired at such a rate that he did not have a chance to summon his staff or his wand which he had dropped to catch his staff back to him.
Now was the time for his training with Adam, now was the time to reveal what he was really capable of.
As the next fireball came hurtling at him he brought his fingers tight together before spinning around and creating a fanning motion with his arms, firing a blast of air at the fireball, reversing its course.
The startled Veela barely had time to dodge as her own fireball came flying back at her much to the surprise of the crowd.
Using the astonishment of his opponent to his advantage he took a firm step forward and extended his fist towards the Veela, firing a blast of fire in her direction.
Unfortunately this time the Veela had learnt not to underestimate her opponent and easily dodged away before firing another fireball back.
Harry span to the side, seeing the Veela he had hit with his staff earlier regaining her feet. With a sharp twist of his feet the earth underneath the Veela temporarily liquefied and then re-hardened with the Veela's talons, lower legs and wing tips now encased within the earth.
Turning back to his other opponent, he played the same card he had used to defeat Colleen as he caught the Veela's fireball and hurled it back of her, catching her square in the chest and knocking the last Veela out of the competition.
He had won....just.
Not waiting for the confirmation of his win he ran over to one of the two Veela who had been hit with fire, kneeling down beside the nearest he extended his arm over the burns on her feathered chest.
The crowd watched astonished as a bubble of water appeared under his hand and expanded over the wounded skin.
They watched as Harry screwed up his eyes and concentrated as the water slowly sank into the skin, healing the burns, the only evidence of the wounds being the missing feathers.
Repeating the procedure with the other burnt Veela before he then turned to The Matriarch and the crowd.
Much to his surprise, no sooner had he turned to face the Veela when The Matriarch moved forward in front of him and dropped to her knees, quickly followed by the rest of the colony.
"We are yours....Avatar."
As soon as the words left her lips that he felt his shape begin to change, his head pointed and raised.
His neck lengthened and expanded.
His arms and feet changed shape.
He overbalanced and dropped forward on to his clawed hands, his head still well above the crowd, his whiskers trailing towards the ground in front of him.
CLAWS
WHISKERS!!
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