The Wand Chooses The Wizard

Word Count: 2k

Ambrose Varyn & Everett Varyn, Ambrose Varyn/Sebastian Sallow

Summary: It's the week before Ambrose's 6th year at Hogwarts and, as it turns out, his little brother Everett's first year. Normally Diagon Alley is an exciting place to visit but for two children on their own and visiting for the first time during the busiest time of year, well. Things can get a bit confusing.

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There was very little Ambrose had enjoyed about his journey to Hogwarts the previous year. But he had a feeling that he should be glad he skipped on visiting Diagon Alley. The place seemed lively and warm and like it should be quite fun, if only you weren't two children sentenced to navigate it on your own your first time being there.

"Ambrose!" Cas exclaimed and Ambrose felt a sharp pain in his ankle.

"Ow! Did you just kick me?" Ambrose complained.

"Yes, I did, because you've been too busy worrying to actually walk," Cas said.

"Alright, alright, you grindylow, let's go," Ambrose rolled his eyes.

He double checked his wand was still in his very rushed bun then set off down the alley. He made sure to hold onto Cas with one hand, so as to not lose the much much shorter boy in the late summer crowd. It seemed every Hogwarts student and their mothers were in Diagon Alley that day. To be fair, Ambrose and Cas were doing their shopping rather late too. Term started in a week after all, but it took Ambrose this long to arrange for his parents to actually get them to Diagon Alley. He just hoped that certain…legal matter had been settled.

They got to Gringotts and thankfully they were escorted right back to Professor Fig's vault. Well, not quite thankfully. While he was of course thankful to his mentor for leaving him the money in his vault, he much preferred having the man alive and well. Still, he got the money he thought he'd need for his and Cas's supplies and left the rest in Fig's vault. Or, he supposed it was his vault now.

Now to figure out where the hell he was going. Gringotts was damn easy to find but he didn't even know what shops he was looking for, much less where they were.

"Okay I do know there's an Ollivander's somewhere around here," Ambrose said but he was pretty much thinking aloud. "So let's start with your wand and see what other stores we spot looking for it, alright?"

"FUCK YEAH!"

"Oh I am going to regret this," Ambrose chuckled.

The pair trotted off down the street, more wandering than anything. han anything. The leather pouch full of coins felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket, right along with the two supply lists. At least he only had to buy books for himself, though he did need some new quills. Cas needed a uniform, his books, a wand, cauldron, telescope, scales, parchment, quills…it was fine. Ambrose could pull this off. God the Wizarding World was hard enough to get used to when he only had to worry about himself. He missed his field guide.

“Oh finally,” Ambrose sighed in relief. “Ollivander’s.”

Ambrose steered them into the shop and rang the bell. He heard a noise from above and looked up to see Anton Ollivander leaning precariously over the balcony railing towards one of the shelves.

“I’ll be down in just one mome-” Mr Ollivander began. But a wand box fell from the shelf and hit the ground, opening the box and setting off the wand which of course fired some sort of magic right at the balcony railing turning it into something that looked suspiciously like chalk. It crumbled beneath Mr. Ollivander’s weight and Ambrose barely saw the chalk crack before he whipped out his wand.

“Wingardium Leviosa!” Ambrose cried, catching the wandmaker in mid air. He carefully lowered Mr. Ollivander to the ground. Then he switched gears, casting reparo on the railing and following it up with a quick alteration spell, turning it back into wood.

"That was terribly embarassing, wasn't it?" Mr. Ollivander laughed. "Grovend Ollivander, now at your service."

Mr. Ollivander's gaze drifted to Ambrose's wand as he stuck it back in his bun.

"How strange," Mr. Ollivander hummed. "I don't seem to remember your wand. Or you."

"I got it at the Ollivanders in Hogsmeade," Ambrose said. "I started Hogwarts as a 5th and couldn't get to Diagon Alley because my, my professor was helping me catch up. Then on the way to Hogwarts there was an incident with a dragon...it's a long story. It's uh, Aspen wood and a Phoenix feather."

"My my, that is quite the powerful wand," Mr. Ollivander nodded. "You must be a force to be reckoned with. However if you already have one, I assume the wand you are here to find is for this young man?"

"Yes sir," Everett said. He was already grinning ear to ear and Ambrose could tell he'd be shaking his hands if they weren't clenched into fists.

"Then let us begin our search!" Mr. Ollivander clapped.

He moved to the shelves and shelves stuffed to the brim with wand boxes, Everett right on his heels. Ollivander hummed as he scanned the boxes. There were multiple times we're he reached for one only to shake his head at the last second. After at least a full minute he finally pulled a box off the shelf and offered it to Everett.

"Pine wood and unicorn hair," Ollivander said. "Let's try this, shall we?"

Everett took the wand and glanced at Ambrose.

"Flick it," Ambrose chuckled.

Everett flicked the wand and the entire thing erupted in angry red flames. Everett shrieked and dropped it. Ambrose immediately rushed to his side, grabbing his hands to inspect them for burns. Thankfully he found nothing. A sigh of relief left him and he quickly kissed Everett's forehead, more for his own reassurance honestly.

"Aquamenti!" Ollivander exclaimed, putting out the wand with a gush of water. Somehow the thing remained completely unscorched. He picked it up by the tip with two fingers like he was worried it would ignite again. No more flames showed up so he put it back in the box and put it on a shelf as far from Everett as he could.

"Not that one," Ollivander told them, like that wasn't obvious. He knew it wasn't the old man's fault but Ambrose still felt the urge to smack him upside the head with a wand box.

Ollivander checked the shelves again, this time grabbing a box and just handing the whole thing to Everett.

"Try that one," Ollivander said. "Larch wood and phoenix feather, quite versatile."

Ambrose also took a step to the side just to be safe.

"And this one won't set on fire?" Everett checked.

"The chances of it doing so are miniscule I assure you," Ollivander claimed. "Even if it is an I'll match, the likelihood of two wands having the same negative reaction are infinitesimal."

Everett went to flick the wand but before he could even bring it down, the thing shot out of his hand towards the ceiling before falling back down.

"At least nothing is on fire?" Ambrose offered.

"Shush," Everett waved him off. He carefully put the wand in the box and handed the box back to Ollivander.

In return Ollivander handed him a third box. Just like the last two this one (Willow and dragon heartstring) rejected him. Everett was starting to look more and more rejected as they went through another two wands, meaning he'd tried five wands with horrible reactions each time.

"Is it possible for a wizard to have no wand match?" Everett wondered, barely hiding the light quiver in his voice.

"It's never happened before," Ollivander replied. "Yet we are running out...oh!"

Ollivander rushed to the back and came back with a wand that didn't even have a box. It was a bit paler than Ambrose's wand, but not quite white. It had rings leading up to the hand, which turned into a crooked swirl of light and dark brown.

"This is a Dogwood wand with an...experimental core," Ollivander told them. "I've long believed there were other possibilities for cores beyond the three wandmakers have become comfortable with. I was experimenting with this one. I only just finished it this morning. It's core is made from the ash of an ashwinder."

Everett stepped forward with an almost glazed look in his eyes. He took the wand with a severance and care Ambrose had never seen before. This time when he swished it a beautiful stream of lights explodes from the tip, dancing around the shop in every color Ambrose could imagine, and even some he couldn't.

"The perfect match," Ollivander was grinning like a kid on Christmas, which was a rather odd look on such an aged man. "Take it, on me. Consider it thanks for proving my theory correct."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Ollivander," Ambrose said.

"I'll put it to good use," Everett promised. He was practically vibrating in pure joy, bouncing on his toes and vigorously shaking the hand that wasn't clutching his wand.

"Come on little firefly," Ambrose laughed, wrapping his arm around Everett's shoulders to steer him out of the shop before his excitement lit something else on fire. "I take it you like it?"

"It's a magic fucking wand Ambrose!" Everett giggled. "Yes I like it! And I used it! Because I'm a freaking wizard!"

"Yeah you are," Ambrose ruffled Everett's hair only to get shrieked at. "What do you think, books next?"

"Ambrose?"

Ambrose stopped mid step, immediately searching the crowds for that oh so welcome and oh so familiar voice. Within moments Sebastian appeared in front of them and Ambrose didn't hesitated to drag him into his arms. Just having Sebastian close melted all the tension from his system. All his worries about the crowds, the money, and his parents just faded away. It was the first time he'd felt a feeling of home since the term ended.

"Merlin I've missed you," Sebastian murmured into Ambrose's shoulder. "Have you been okay? It hasn't been too bad, has it?"

"I told you I'd send you an owl if it was," Ambrose reminded him, still not surfacing from Sebastian's hair.

"I also know your definition of bad is much lower than it should be," Sebastian pointed out. Ambrose finally pulled back to cup Sebastian's face in his hands, tilting it back and forth to look him over. As hard as he'd tried, he hadn't been able to find a way for Sebastian to stay with him over the summer. "I'm fine, Rose."

"Quiet you," Ambrose shushed him. Eventually he was satisfied and let his hands drop to Sebastian's shoulders as Sebastians arms were still around his waist.

"Like I said, I'm fine," Sebastian swore. "I've been working and staying at the Leaky Cauldron to have a roof over my head. Got just enough extra money for my supplies this year."

"Okay good, I'm glad!"

"Hi there!" Everett chirped from behind him.

"Fuck," Ambrose muttered and stepped to the side, but Sebastian still kept an arm around his waist. "This is Everett."

"Your brother?" Sebastian's eyebrows shot up and almost disappeared into his bangs.

"Yeah, him," Ambrose nodded. "Ev, this is my boyfriend-"

"Ominis or Sebastian?" Everett cut him off, eyes now narrowed. Was he threatening? How was he threatening?

"Sebastian," Sebastian answered with a chuckle.

Everett's eyes narrowed further and before Ambrose realized what he was doing, the hem of Sebastian's robes was engulfed in flame.

"Ow!" Sebastian cried as he threw his robes onto the ground to escape the flames.

"Everett!" Ambrose scolded. But Everett just stood there glaring at Sebastian with his arms crossed, four feet and nine inches of 11 year old rage.

"Don't call my brother ignorant," Everett warned.

"Trust me I have apologized for that at length," Sebastian swore. "Multiple times."

Everett glanced at Ambrose who nodded, and suddenly Everett was his normal lighthearted self, holding his hand out for Sebastian to shake.

"Nice to meet you then," Everett grinned. Sebastian hesitantly shook his hand. "You know Diagon Alley?"

"Pretty well, if I say so myself," Sebastian said.

"Good because Ambrose is lost," Everet informed him.

"I am not lost," Ambrose protested. "I just...haven't found everything yet."

"We only have my wand."

"Don't make me hold on to it until next week."

"You suck."

Ambrose sighed, trying to ignore Sebastian snickering next to him.

"Fine, I guess some help would be appreciated," Ambrose admitted.

"Time for a proper Diagon Alley welcome," Sebastian teased. Ambrose rolled his eyes, despite the smile on his face. "This term is going to be fun."

The Wand Chooses The Wizard

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