It was July 9th, the day the much-anticipated Moonsbane Elixir would officially go on sale. Coincidentally, it also marked the grand opening of the twins' shop. However unlike the books, the twins had decided to call it, "The Wonder Pavilion." The name confused Harry greatly. He had secretly hoped they'd stick to the silly, playful tone of the name in the books. He had also suggested it but for some reason, Fred and George didn't like the name.
Harry woke up around 9 AM, got fresh and dressed up quickly in comfortable formals. He came down to find Vernon and Sirius waiting for him. Petunia, along with Abigail were already there and helping the Weasleys whose shop was directly across from the distribution center. Three shops ahead of it was the Silver Hearth.
The crowd outside the newly built Moonsbane Elixir Distribution Center was a mix of eager reporters, curious witch and wizards, and a few werewolves standing cautiously at the edges, unsure if this day was truly real. Harry had Vernon model the distribution with a friendly outlook so that no one was intimidated to come there. A large purple-and-silver ribbon stretched across the entrance, fluttering slightly in the summer breeze.
Harry stood at the forefront talking with the reporters. The Weasley family were standing off to the side, looking at Harry speak to the reporters. Vernon along with Petunia and Sirius, himself was speaking with one of the other reporter. Many people had come for the opening of the distribution center. Dumbledore, Snape, Vaelron, McGonagall, Remus, Madam Pomfrey and a lot other professional people.
As the clock neared the scheduled time for the opening ceremony, Harry took a step forward, commanding the crowd's attention.
"Thank you all for being here on this momentous occasion," Harry began, his gaze sweeping across the crowd. "Today marks the start of something that I hope will change the lives of many. The Moonsbane Elixir is more than just a potion—it is a symbol of hope, a step toward acceptance, and a promise that no one will be left behind, no matter their struggles."
The crowd murmured in agreement, and some reporters scribbled furiously on their notepads.
Harry gestured toward the ribbon. "This distribution center stands as a beacon, a place where all werewolves can come without fear of judgment or prejudice. Here, the elixir will be provided free of charge to ensure that no one has to suffer through their condition alone."
At these words, the werewolves standing at the edges of the crowd exchanged glances, some visibly emotional. Remus Lupin, standing near the Weasley family, smiled faintly, his eyes reflecting quiet pride and gratitude.
"To those who have suffered in silence," Harry continued, his tone softening, "this is your safe haven. Come without fear, and take this step toward a brighter future."
He turned toward Vernon, who stood near the ribbon, scissors in hand. "My dad and Sirius have worked tirelessly with the team to ensure this place is welcoming and efficient. I couldn't have done this without their support."
The crowd broke into polite applause, and Vernon nodded with an proud smile, stepping aside to hand the scissors to Harry.
Harry then turned to the reporters, "I have received many donations so far for this program, the details of which I have already given you. I am grateful for all the support I have received, please don't forget to mention that."
Harry took the scissors and paused for a moment, addressing the crowd one last time. "This is only the beginning of the change we hope to see in the magical world. Together, we can create a society where everyone, no matter their circumstances, feels valued and accepted."
With a decisive snip, the ribbon fluttered to the ground, and the crowd erupted into cheers. Harry stepped aside, announcing with a smile, "The Moonsbane Elixir Distribution Center is now open."
A group of reporters surged forward to take photos, while some of the werewolves hesitantly stepped toward the entrance, greeted warmly by the staff inside. Harry stayed for a moment, observing the scene with satisfaction, then the reporters moved in to ask him questions.
The crowd of family and friends looked at him with pride. Everyone had a smile on their face as they watched Harry.
Dumbledore smiled, "He truly is different, isn't he?"
McGonagall and Flitwick who were standing next to him nodded in agreement. "He is. Anyone in his position would have chosen to sell the potion for a fortune, but instead of doing that he gave it out for free."
Dumbledore chuckled his eyes twinkling, "After all he is Lily's son and has been raised by Petunia. Two of the most compassionate people I have ever met."
McGonagall and Flitwick smile in agreement. "Yes, Lily lives on through him."
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After the lively conclusion of the Moonsbane Elixir Distribution inauguration, Harry barely had a moment to breathe before Fred and George Weasley descended upon him, their faces alight with mischief and excitement.
"Oi, no sneaking off, Harry!" Fred called, grabbing his arm.
"You're not getting out of this one, mate," George added, hooking his other arm. "You're part of the family, and this ribbon's not cutting itself!"
The rest of the people followed, laughing as the twins all but dragged Harry toward their new shop. Outside The Magic Pavilion, a crowd had gathered—no smaller than the one at the distribution center. The storefront gleamed with vibrant colors and whimsical decorations. Floating banners read:
"Welcome to The Magic Pavilion – Where Creativity Meets Magic!"
Fred and George had spared no effort in ensuring the shop was as eye-catching as it was inviting. Magical fireworks burst overhead, releasing colorful sparks that spelled out the shop's name.
Fred turned to the crowd with a dramatic flourish. "Ladies and gentlemen! Wizards, witches, and all lovers of magic, welcome to the grand opening of The Magic Pavilion! Your one-stop destination for all things creative, magical, and delightfully unpredictable!"
George took over seamlessly. "And what better way to mark the occasion than with a ribbon-cutting? But not just any ribbon-cutting—oh no. This one involves our favorite partner-in-crime, Harry Potter!"
The crowd chuckled as Harry shook his head, feigning reluctance. "You two really don't give me a choice, do you?"
"Not a chance," Fred grinned. "Now, on the count of three!"
The twins grabbed one handle of the scissors each and forced Harry's hand to the center, ensuring he was part of the act.
"One!" Fred announced.
"Two!" George chimed in.
"Three!" they said together, and with a synchronized snip, the ribbon fell away, the ends curling like festive streamers.
The crowd erupted into cheers, and the twins dramatically flung open the shop doors.
Fred turned to Harry with a wink. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Harry smirked. "You owe me for this."
"Add it to the tab," George quipped, before stepping forward to greet the first customers.
As the Weasleys poured into the shop, Molly beamed with pride, wiping away a tear. Arthur clapped Harry on the back. "They wouldn't have done this without your support," he said warmly.
Harry smiled, "They just needed a push, they've always had it in them."
The twins had set up the shop in a way that the front of the house was handled by Mr. Weasley along with Mrs. Weasley and another witch. The pranks were made by a team of 12 wizard and witches in another location purely for producing the pranks and joke items, at least for now. Fred and George were purely responsible for development of new products and handling owl orders from Hogwarts. In addition to that, for the time being they were handling the Floating Fizzbees.
Harry stepped back from the bustle of the shop's entrance, letting the twins bask in the excitement of their newly opened shop.
Beside him, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny stood watching the scene. Ron placed a firm hand on Harry's shoulder. "Thanks, mate," he said quietly. "This shop... this business... it really helped us a lot. All of us."
Ginny nodded, "Yeah, Harry. Thank you. You didn't have to, but you did."
Harry brushed off their gratitude with a wave of his hand, "You lot are my family too. So, really, it's nothing."
The group smiled warmly at Harry, but before anyone could say anything more, Harry turned to Ginny, "By the way, Ginny, where's your wand? I haven't seen it yet."
Ginny looked sheepish, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I don't have one yet. The twins and Dad said we'd get one soon, but, well with the shop opening and everything, it kind of slipped through the cracks."
Harry sighed, "Well that's understandable, I guess."
Before Harry could say anything else, Abigail came out of nowhere, launching herself onto Harry's back with a playful squeal. "Are you going somewhere, Harry?"
Harry stumbled slightly under her sudden weight but quickly steadied himself, laughing as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "Abby! Merlin, warn me next time, will you?"
"Nope!" Abigail grinned mischievously, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Where are you going? I want to go too!"
Harry smiled and reached back to ruffle her hair, "We are going to get you and Ginny wands. Excited?"
Abigail's face lit up. "Yes! Let's go right now!"
"Well, that settles it." Harry adjusted Abigail comfortably on his back, turning to Ginny. "Let's go fix your no-wand situation right now."
Ginny chuckled, "Alright Potter. Lead the way!"
Harry took a step forward but suddenly stopped, as a thought crossed his mind. He turned to Ron and Hermione, "You know, mum's has researched magical cores quite deeply after my core-transformation. I think she could really help with your project."
Ron's eyes widened, and Hermione practically lit up with excitement. "Really?" she asked, her voice filled with hope. "That would be incredible!"
"Yeah, thanks, Harry," Ron added.
Harry gestured towards Petunia, who was in deep conversation with another witch near the shop. "She's over there. Go ask her."
Then he pointed towards Dumbledore who was walking into the store. "And there is Dumbledore, go and tell him about this too. He's heading inside right now."
Hermione blinked, her brow furrowing slightly. "Dumbledore? Why?"
Harry sighed, "Come on Hermione, I already told you guys about this before. If you pitch this idea to him, he might see the value in it. Who knows? He could arrange for you to get time off regular classes next year to focus on your research."
Ron's face lit up with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "You really think he'd go for that?"
Harry smirked, "Of course. And if you are lucky, he might even take it to the board of governors and propose it as an official research project."
Hermione's eyes widened in awe. "A funded research project?" she whispered, clearly enthralled by the idea. "That could change everything."
"Exactly," Harry said. And if Dumbledore does bring it up to the board, I can just get the board to pass it without a hitch. After all I control seven of the governors. He thought.
Hermione straightened her shoulders, "Come on, Ron. We can do this."
As they hurried off towards the store, Harry turned and led Ginny and Abigail towards Ollivander's shop.
As Harry led Ginny and Abigail toward Ollivander's shop, Ginny glanced back at Ron and Hermione, now animatedly talking to Petunia by the store's entrance. Curiosity flickered in her eyes. "What were they talking about, Harry? It sounded serious."
Abigail, perched on Harry's back with her arms wrapped securely around his shoulders, chimed in. "Yeah, what kind of research are they doing? It sounded cool."
Harry chuckled softly, "They're working on creating a system to grade wizards. The idea is to measure the magical energy in a wizard's core and categorize them based on how much magic they can hold or use. Think of it like giving a power level to every wizard."
Ginny's eyes widened, her expression a mix of awe and intrigue. "Really? That sounds... revolutionary. It could change everything about how we understand magic and wizards."
Abigail's face lit up as well, "Does that mean they'll figure out who's the strongest wizard? Like, is it you, Harry?"
Harry laughed, "They might get to that, but it's more than just figuring out who's the strongest. It would help to have clear standards so that people can train properly."
Ginny paused, thinking about the implications. "But won't it also create divisions? People might misuse it, comparing themselves or treating others differently based on their power levels."
Harry nodded, "Yes, that's inevitable. There is always pros and cons of everything, Ginny."
"But the difference will be that, although talent plays a role in magic, but understanding and efforts play a bigger role." Harry smiled at her.
"So you're saying that even if someone measures low, they could still become powerful through hard work and learning?" Ginny asked thoughtfully.
Harry nodded, "Yup. Biggest thing with magic is control not raw power," he explained.
"Yes raw power helps but not everyone will have raw power, only a select few who have lucky encounters. So it just comes down to control, who has more control over their magical energy." He continued.
Ginny smiled softly, the weight of the idea beginning to lift. "I guess that's true. It's just... I worry about how people might misuse it, how it could affect friendships, families, even alliances."
Harry sighed, "You are right to worry. Some people will try to abuse it, to create hierarchies and oppress others. It's human nature, so we can't do anything about that."
Then he smirked, "But even they will have to bow down to the ones whose powers are above them right? That's how things will be regulated."
Ginny gave a small smile, "It sounds like you have a plan."
Abigail who had been quiet piped up, "Don't worry, Ginny. My brother is the strongest so of course he will keep everyone in line."
Harry chuckled and ruffled her hair, "I am not the strongest, just stronger than most. But yes, I'll keep everything in line."
By now, they reached Ollivander's shop. Harry held the door open for Ginny and stepped in after her. Harry gently set Abigail down as they stepped inside.
An elderly man with piercing eyes emerged from the shadows, "Ah, Mr. Potter," Ollivander greeted, his voice soft yet resonant. "And who do we have here?"
Harry gestured toward the girls. "This is Ginny Weasley and my sister Abigail Dursley. They need wands."
Ollivander's sharp gaze shifted to Ginny, then to Abigail, a spark of curiosity flickering in his eyes. "A pleasure to meet you both. Let's begin, shall we?"
Ginny was first. Ollivander's excitement grew as wand after wand failed to connect with Ginny. Harry watched the elderly wandmaker's happiness grow as the number of tries grew. His face, lined with years of craftsmanship and discovery, gleamed with excitement as each wand rejected Ginny. He hummed under his breath, almost as if the failures were music to his ears.
Ginny, however, wasn't as thrilled. With every failed attempt, her nervousness grew, and it wasn't long before she voiced her fears. "What if… what if I can't get a wand?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Before Ollivander could respond, Harry placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "That's not going to happen, Ginny," he said firmly, his emerald eyes steady. "Every witch has a wand out there waiting for her. Ollivander's just making sure you find the right one."
"Indeed, young Miss Weasley," Ollivander chimed in, his voice warm yet tinged with mystery. "The wand chooses the wizard—or, in your case, the witch. Sometimes, it simply takes longer when the match must be... exceptional."
Ginny gave a hesitant nod, though her worry lingered. Abigail, standing beside Harry, piped up cheerfully, "Maybe Ginny's wand is just shy!"
The group chuckled, and even Ginny managed a small smile.
After what felt like hours, Ollivander finally paused, wiping his brow with a handkerchief he produced from his sleeve. "It seems," he began, a twinkle in his eye, "we must delve into something… unique." He turned and retrieved three slim boxes from a locked cabinet behind the counter. The boxes were darker than the others, almost obsidian in color.
"These," Ollivander said as he set the boxes carefully on the counter, "are experimental wands. I crafted them over the past year, inspired by a most unusual occurrence—the creation of a wand by nature itself." He glanced at Harry meaningfully before continuing. "These wands defy traditional methods and materials. But perhaps…" He trailed off, gesturing for Ginny to step forward.
Ollivander opened the first box with a reverence usually reserved for ancient relics. Nestled inside was a wand that seemed to shimmer subtly under the shop's dim light. "Ash and ebony wood," Ollivander said softly, lifting the wand with both hands. "A triple-core wand—dragon-heartstring, phoenix feather and basilisk fang. Opposites in harmony. Let us see…"
He held the wand out to Ginny, who hesitated before wrapping her fingers around the smooth handle. The moment she touched it, a brilliant cascade of golden sparks burst from the wand's tip, swirling around Ginny like a protective cocoon. he sparks danced and morphed into fleeting shapes.
Ollivander's expression shifted from curiosity to outright awe. "Extraordinary," he murmured. "This wand… it has accepted you wholeheartedly, Miss Weasley. Its magic resonates with your potential—and your destiny which considering the wand, is extraordinary."
As Ginny stepped aside, Abigail practically bounded forward in her excitement. She rushed to the counter, her small hands resting on its edge as she looked up at Ollivander with wide and eager eyes.
The elderly wandmaker studied her for a long moment, his gaze flickering between Abigail and Harry, as if sensing something unspoken between them.
"Curious," Ollivander murmured, his fingers drumming lightly on the counter. "Very curious indeed."
Harry raised an eyebrow but said nothing, watching as Ollivander turned to the third and final experimental wand box. Unlike the others, this box seemed to shimmer faintly, as though infused with starlight. He opened it with deliberate care, revealing a wand that radiated an almost silver glow.
"This," Ollivander began, lifting the wand from its velvet cradle with a reverence rarely seen, "is perhaps my most ambitious creation. Silver lime and hazel wood—two materials so attuned to different aspects of magic that their union was thought impossible. One seeks clarity and connection, the other thrives on intuition and mystery. Yet here they are, perfectly melded."
He turned the wand slightly, allowing the light to catch its intricate grain before continuing, "And the core… ah, that was a challenge beyond any I've faced. Basilisk fang and unicorn hair—utter opposites in every sense. One carries the essence of lethality, the other, the purest life. To combine them without conflict… it was as if asking fire and water to dance without extinguishing or boiling away. It shouldn't have worked."
Ollivander looked at Abigail with an almost fatherly pride. "Yet this wand exists. And now, seeing you before me, I understand why. It was waiting for you."
He extended the wand towards Abigail, "Go on, child." He urged her to grab the wand handle.
The moment Abigail's fingers curled around the wand's handle, a pulse of energy swept through the shop. The air crackled, and a soft, silvery light enveloped Abigail. Unlike Ginny's wand, which had created vibrant, fiery sparks, this wand's magic was quieter yet more profound. The light coalesced into shapes—shimmering flowers, swirling ribbons, and then a basilisk coiled protectively around Abigail, its eyes glowing softly before dissolving into the air.
The room fell silent as the magical display faded slowly. Abigail stared at the wand in her hand, her wide eyes shimmering with wonder. She looked up at Harry, then at Ollivander, as though seeking confirmation that what she had just witnessed was real.
"That…" Ollivander breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, "was extraordinary. I've never seen such a profound response in all my years." He leaned forward, peering at Abigail with a mixture of awe and curiosity. "This wand didn't just choose you, young lady. It recognized you. Accepted you."
Abigail clutched the wand tighter, her small frame vibrating with excitement. "It's… it's amazing!" she exclaimed, her voice full of joy.
"This wand will demand much of you, Miss Dursley. It is not a passive companion; it will challenge you, guide you, and grow with you. Treat it with respect, and it will never fail you." Ollivander added.
Abigail nodded excitedly, "I will. I promise."
Ollivander's lips twitched in a faint smile before he turned his gaze back to Harry. "Mr. Potter, if I may... could I see you wand again?"
Harry nodded and extended his hand, and in an instant, Elythral materialised in his grip.
Ollivander took a step closer, his eyes inspecting every detail without daring to touch it. "Fascinating," he murmured. "This wand is unlike anything I've ever seen. Its craftsmanship, its aura... one could spend a lifetime studying it and still uncover only fragments of its secrets."
He turned slightly, gesturing towards the girls. "Your wands, Miss Weasley and Miss Dursley, were in part inspired by this wand. Its complexity challenged me, drove me to experiment in ways I never thought possible."
Ginny and Abigail looked at Harry with awe, while Harry simply smiled.
Ollivander's gaze returned to Elythral. "Have you learned more of its nature, Mr. Potter? Its capabilities?"
Harry shook his head, "No.. the only thing I was able to learn was the Thoughtforge ability—it doesn't stay in the physical plane when I'm not using it. It retreats to some sort of a sub-space and reappears in my hand instantly when I need it." He demonstrated it.
"That alone is remarkable," Ollivander said. "Thank you again for letting me see it, Mr. Potter."
"What about the other experimental wand?" Harry asked, his tone filled with genuine interest.
"Now," Ollivander said, "you asked about the third wand. Perhaps my most peculiar creation yet."
He opened the second box, which seemed to be heavier than the other two. Inside lay a wand unlike anything Harry had ever seen. It was jet black, its surface speckled with faint, shimmering flecks that resembled stars in the night sky.
"It's beautiful," Harry remarked, "What is it made of?"
"Blackthorn and Yew," Ollivander explained, "with ground moonstone added to give it that shimmer. The cores however, are what make it truly unique—a Thunderbird feather and a dragon heartstring."
Harry nodded as he looked at the wand, "It truly is magnificent. I am sure its wielder would be extraordinary."
He then looked at Ollivander, "Now how much do we pay for the two wands?"
Ollivander covered the wand and put away the box, then he said, "Fifty galleons."
Harry reached into his robes and bought out the galleons from his pouch and handed them to Ollivander. After paying he led Ginny and Abigail out of the shop.
As the three left the shop, Abigail and Ginny pestered Harry with questions about Elythral, their voices full of excitement. Harry answered them with a mix of humor. He also got them ice cream on their way back to the twins' shop.
By the time they reached the twins' shop, Ginny turned to Harry, "Thanks for everything today, Harry. And the ice cream. See you inside?"
Harry nodded and told Abigail to go inside with Ginny and that he would follow them inside in a minute. He watched them go inside and then turned to his mind's checklist of the things he needed to do.
Now that the distribution center and the twins' shop was launched, he needed to move forward with his other plans. The groundwork was laid, but there was still much to do—a new ministry, changing the educational system, controlling all the death eaters and preparing for the return of Voldy.
Taking a deep breath, Harry figured that for a few moment he should let loose and enjoy the day, since soon another chaos will follow today's news. A new Minister.