In this instance Harry followed his instincts, releasing his magic in it's entirety.
Harry did not direct the energy, merely letting it flow freely out of his body. The candles within the shop began to flicker out, the window frames rattled, several objects began floating into the air, and the small organic looking silver stick in Harry's hands began to drink in the energy with greed. Like a man dying of thirst it sucked all of the energy up, and as it did it began to glow in a green light the same color as his eyes, so bright Ollivander was nearly blinded.
"Mr. Potter! I believe that's enough!" Ollivander's shout broke through the thick haze that had become Harry's mind. A part of him didn't want to close the gates to his magic. This part of him wanted to revel in the feel of his power being released for the first time in so long. But another part, the more sensible part ruled by logic, told him it would be wise to listen to the wand-makers words, lest he want to blow up the store.
Thankfully, Harry's logical side was more powerful than his other side. With a great will of effort, the metaphorical gates that kept Harry's magical core slammed shut. The flow of magic stopped near instantaneously. The feel of magic all but disappeared, and the tingle that reminded one of static electricity hung in the air, the remnants of Harry's unleashed power, was sucked up into the organic stick, which now glowed and crackled with repressed green energy.
"Well," Ollivander sounded quite frazzled. He looked frazzled as well, Harry noted with some amusement. His eyes were wide, his clothing rumpled, and his hair was sticking on end, reminding Harry greatly of that cartoon, Tom and Jerry, where the cat would get his tail plugged into a socket and subsequently electrocuted. "I believe that we are done for the day. Why don't you... head home, and I will send for you when your wand is ready."
Harry nodded. "Very well, I look forward to seeing what you bring into this world."
Recovering his wits, his hair still reminiscent of a mad scientist catching the tail-end of an explosion from an experiment gone wrong, Ollivander's eyes lit up as he replied. "And I shall look forward to showing you. Now, off with you, Mr. Potter. I have work to do."
With another nod, Harry left. He had a feeling that the old wand maker was looking forward to getting started on making his wand. He was not wrong, for as soon as he exited the shop, a 'closed' sign appeared within the window. Yes, it appeared as though Ollivander was as excited to make Harry's wand as Harry was to receive it.
As if sensing his presence leaving the store, Hedwig flew down and landed on his outstretched arm, which had been extended at the same time the Owl began flying down to him.
"I think this day has been rather productive," Harry told Hedwig, feeling giddy from all the magic he had used in Olivanders shop. It was a very strange feeling, he had to admit. A part of him wondered if this was what it felt like to be high.
Hedwig cocked her head to the side and hooted.
"Yes," Harry answered with a nod. "We'll be heading home now."
Hedwig gave another hoot.
"Hungry again? You sure do eat a lot Hed?"
An angry hoot was his response, this time as Hedwig's feathers became ruffled.
"No, that wasn't a comment on your weight. Though if you are concerned about that you should probably lay off the bacon."
Another angry hoot followed by Hedwig pecking at his head was her answer.
"Ouch! Cut it out Hedwig, it was just a joke! Gah! Stop it, Hedwig! Hedwig!"
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Harry arrived home at nearly seven o'clock with Hedwig sitting on his outstretched arm. All members of the Dursley household had done their best to ignore him as he walked up to his room. It seemed as if they were worried about Harry becoming even more of a danger now that he was going to be learning magic, and were intent on hoping that by pretending he didn't exist, he would simply disappear. This suited him just fine however, as he had other things to occupy his thoughts.
Entering his room Harry set his trunk down and opened it. He began pulling out several items, including an owl stand for Hedwig, the book Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century, and the backpack he had first taken with him that now carried the few items he had gotten from his mother's vault.
After setting the book and backpack on his bed, Harry unzipped the small pouch at the front of the backpack and pulled out the box containing his mothers wand. He stared at it and wondered: would it be possible for him to use his mother's wand to perform spells? Unlike all the wands he had tried in Ollivanders, his mother's wand gave feelings of acceptance and love. Did that mean it would allow him to use it even if they were not really partners? He supposed he would find out when he began practicing spell casting. But that would come later. Right now there were things he needed to get started on, mainly acquiring the knowledge he would need to catch up with the most recent history of the wizarding world.
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