Harry Potter :Diamond Heart

'I can not give you enough to compensate for this, Mr Ollivander,' Harry said, finding his tongue at last.

'My wands cost seven galleons, my boy, no more, no less. I would give you this for free were ebony not so dear. The venom you supplied would have bought you every wand in this shop.' Harry fished in his robes for the correct number of coins.

'I have not sullied this wand by adding the Ministry's trace to it; you understand what I am saying, Mr Potter.'

'I do,' Harry nodded. 'Thank you.' There would be no restrictions on his magic use this summer. The Dursley's would be horrified when they realised that.

'Thank me by hurrying back to where you are supposed to be and trying a few of your spells before I see my work again tomorrow at the wand-weighing ceremony.' He smiled at Harry's surprise. 'Who else would conduct such a ceremony?'

'I certainly can't think of anyone better,' Harry agreed warmly. 'You are too kind, my boy.'

Ollivander led him back to the front of the shop and ushered him out gently.

'Take care, Mr Potter,' he warned. 'It is a long way for anyone to apparate, even for an emergency such as this.'

The world spun back past him until Harry was standing in front of Salazar again. He looked over himself carefully and cursed violently in parseltongue. The nail of his left thumb was missing.

'Nails grow back,' Salazar reassured him. 'It's a good trade for a wand.' There was a long silence as Harry regarded the skin covering the top of this thumb. 'You do have a wand, yes?' The painting shifted eagerly as Harry slipped the box out from under his robes. 'What is it?'

'Ebony, eleven and a third inches, with my old phoenix feather dissolved in basilisk venom at its core,' Harry explained.

'He dissolved your old wand core in the venom and it worked?' Salazar queried.

'He tested to see whether my magic was compatible with the venom and then with the venom with my old core. It was,' he finished simply.

He smiled remembering how the man had thought the wand had been his idea. 'He thought this was what I wanted from the beginning. I was very lucky to come away with it.'

'Carry me outside and show me a spell,' Salazar instructed. 'I want to see.' He sounded quite eager and childish, like a boy about to get a present. 'It's a good idea to familiarise yourself with your wand as quickly as possible,' he added, more grandly and maturely than was necessary in an attempt to cover his excitement. Harry hid his smile.

'Reducto,' he murmured, whipping his wand in a sharp, small, sideways vee.

The blasting curse reduced one of the nearby serpent effigies into fine powder. Salazar sighed.

'Stop breaking parts of my Chamber of Secrets,' he groused as Harry waved his wand at the dust. The serpent statue reformed from it rather gracefully. 'How does it feel?'

'It's no stronger,' Harry began, 'but it feels right. I feel like I've been painting with my finger all this time only to finally pick up the finest brush.'

'More refined, then?'

'Ollivander said something about my magic flowing and reacting well to a liquid core,' Harry offered.

'I've never seen a liquid core wand,' the portrait mused. 'They're supposed to be very hard to create without making the wand fragile. Try the disillusionment charm.'

Harry twirled his wand over himself and watched the effects carefully. 'I see no difference,' he remarked disappointedly, looking back up at the painted founder. 'I'm still camouflaged.'

'I

do,' Salazar disagreed good-naturedly. 'When you move your charm keeps pace, even with fast movements like when you straightened up. 'You were barely more than a ripple in the air, where as earlier you were obviously out of place. Once you've practiced with this you'll be virtually undetectable.'

Harry slipped his new wand into his sleeve for the first time, marvelling in the warm feel of it against his forearm.

'Don't put it away yet,' the painting objected. 'Do something exciting with it, test it, try that basilisk conjuration you showed me the first time you carried me out here.'

Harry didn't need much convincing to get the wand back out and in his palm. He luxuriated in the heat that seemed to flow up and down his arm, vibrating to and from the wand.

Picturing the serpent rising resplendent from the waters of the pool Harry swept his wand up.

Every drop of liquid rose into the air. The conjured serpent king must have been the equal of his ancestor's tainted guardian. It swirled in the air over the bridge, coiling over and over itself, maw poised to strike at a moment's notice.

The drain of keeping the enchantment active was still enormous, but Harry lasted a full minute longer than before he slashed his wand forwards, sending the water-formed basilisk smashing against the chamber wall with a resounding crash.

'Was that exciting enough?' he asked the portrait as the water began to calm itself.

'Very,' Salazar said calmly, but his eyes were sparkling too much for Harry to buy into his dignified pose. 'Your control with that wand is superlative, no longer do you waste so much of your strength. You're going to be a very powerful wizard when you reach your majority, Harry.'

'I have to survive until seventeen,' Harry warned, thinking of his previous adventures.

'The Triwizard Tournament won't know what hit it,' Salazar cackled. 'I hope there's a duelling event. You're a much more promising heir than Tom Riddle ever was. He was refined and oh so focused, but lacked your natural power. He must have undertaken many rituals to become so feared as Lord Voldemort.'

'I suspect you are exaggerating,' Harry told him.

'I am,' Salazar admitted, 'but I'm not lying. Tom Riddle was incredibly talented and very powerful, but so are you. You'll be the real Heir of Slytherin, my heir, and I have every faith that you will outdo him.'

'I'll certainly have to try,' Harry said dryly.

It's not like he's going to leave me alone voluntarily.

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