Harry's Strings (Being Rewritten)

Harry has just finished all of his shopping except for his wand. As he walks to the wand shop, he thinks about what happened in Gringotts.

~ Memory ~

"You've been waiting for me? Why?" Harry asked.

"Because your life crystal states that you're dead but not." The goblin answered.

Harry blinked.

"Oh, ok." He responded.

The goblin looked surprised.

"You are not worried that it proclaims you dead?" He asked astonished.

"No, I am not. I know why it says that." Harry replied.

"Why?"

Harry stared in silence for a moment.

"Because I am."

~ End Memory ~

He walks through the door to the wand shop. He senses the life force of the wand maker moving towards him from the back of the shop.

"Hello, Harry Potter." The man rasps.

Harry nods to him.

"You are not as I expected young Mr.Potter."

"A lot of things have happened to me." Harry states.

Ollivander nodded and handed him a wand to try.

"That's not the one." Harry says.

Ollivander's eyes widen.

"How do you know, you haven't even tried it." He says.

"It doesn't feel right." Is all Harry says.

Ollivander stares at him for a second.

"Then find the one that does." He whispers.

Harry walks to the back of the shop with his eyes closed, following a pull in his soul.

He goes down a hidden hallway, passing rows of staffs and coming to a stop in a section of jewelry and other things. Turning to the right, he walks up to a pair of gloves.

They are elbow length and and fingerless. The design is black and white striped, with a small stone on each middle finger. The left one is black while the other is white.

After he picks up the gloves, he turns to Ollivander.

"These feel right." He says quietly.

Ollivander tries to hide his shock.

"These have been in my shop since I opened. They're made of demon and angel essence. The stones are Hell Stone and a Moon Stone. I still don't know how these were made, these materials naturally repel each other. I'm relieved they have finally found their owner." Ollivander explains.

Harry nods and slips them on. A strong wind blows through the room, and Harry's figure briefly flickers. When Ollivander blinks it's over.

Harry pays and leaves. Ollivander is left staring after him, contemplating what he saw.

He thought, for a second, that Harry had been replaced by a terrifying puppet.

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