Chapter 4

Lucien spent the night at Ollivander's to get a fresh start early morning. So, curious about what wand Lucien was going to receive, Ollivander had closed the shop for the first time in a long time.

"Alright, Mr. Dubois Let us begin. The first wand is Holly and dragon heartstrings, 12 and a half inches"

Said Ollivander as he pulled out a curved brownish wand and handed it to Lucien, as soon as Lucien took hold of it. He shoots a hole straight through the shop counter

"Okay, not that one I guess," Said a bewildered Ollivander as he looked around the shop and then pulled down a green box with gold trimmings

"Olivewood and Phoenix feather, 10 inches"

Taking the tan spiraled wand, Lucien gave it a slight flick before his magic created splinters and the wand and knocking him back a foot causing him to fall on his back.

"ah aha. It seems we have to be rather careful with you. Never have I met a young wizard capable of splintering a wand with such little magic. Such talent…I wonder..."

Mutter to himself Ollivander search the wall again

"Ahh I know it's here somewhere. Ahh, here it is..." Ollivander opened another box and pulled out a wand "11 inches, Holly, and a phoenix feather core" and in a slow manner, Ollivander held out the wand for Lucien to take.

Lucien's hand got close to the Holly wand and small flakes started to float from it. To Lucien, everything looked normal. However, Ollivander's face contorted and then his eye shot open in shock quickly pulling away from Lucien

"Too much death… I was prepared to hand you every wand in this shop to find your perfect match but, I see now that's just not possible. With your raw and refined magic, you will destroy every wand you touch" – Ollivander

"Then what can I do?"- Lucien

"Well, talk to me of course…You see wands choose their masters not because of their character but because of their destiny. Heroic death, brilliant charm caster, uncanny ability to take dark magic a step further… Mr. Dubois, I sold one of the darkest wizards his wand. 13 and a half inches, yew, with a phoenix feather core."

"It chooses him, not because of his dark soul and manipulative personality. Nor was it his talent. But because the wand knew on some level that he was going to use it, to do brilliant things...vile, but brilliant... That if the wand submitted to him. That he would shake the wizarding world."

"wands are more than just magic sticks. On some level they are alive. A quasi-sentient magical instrument that looks into your soul and reads your destiny... So, tell me because I can see your soul but I can not read your destiny... How was it that your soul became to look like that"

Listening close to Ollivander explain the basics of how a wand picks its master, He began to realize that his entire life isn't natural. That he had died and took over the body of another. How could he possibly have a destiny, and then the word of the Bondye and his father rang in his head

'If you want something, be a man and take it' 'Live true to your heart and be free'

"Look like what, Sir"- Lucien

"It's hard to describe, Although very simple ate the same time. A black flame, Black from death yet, a ferocious flame representing your raging life force"- Ollivander

"I…" thinking how to choose his words carefully Lucien began to spin a tale

"Well, to be honest, sir. I died and I came back to life... I wasn't gone for long, but it was enough for me to remember what death was... and for death to leave its mark... In death I remembered what was like before I was born, to not have existed... When I cam back to my 2nd life, I recall what it was like to be created... To be pulled from nothingness and to become….something, I guess. I can't explain it… whatever it was, it wasn't groovy.."

Lucien fiend desolate loneliness and deep internal confusion. If he could fake the trauma, he had hoped Ollivander would take his words at face value and not dig any further

"Hmm well, that would explain it somewhat, the decay of the Holly, Phoenix feather wand, The rejection from the others. You've experienced two ends and two beginnings. Perhaps… your destiny ended with your first life or maybe…"

Ollivander stopped talking and started delving through a shelf that looked as if it had gone untouched for years. Collecting black boxes from the shelf.

"What is it Mr.Ollivander? Have you got a solution to my problem?"-Lucien

he then dropped 10 boxes on the shop counter and went rummaging through the same level of the same shelf. Bringing two more boxes back.

"I think one of these two wands may be the answer to your problems"-Ollivander

Looking at the too boxes Lucien had his doubts yet, he felt some hope as well

The first box was about 18 inches long, black and white with red lining. On the box, a cawing red firebird was sitting on top of a tree with a snake in its mouth while a winged horse bird sat at the foot of the same unknown tree

The next box was 16 inches, white, turquoise, and navy blue. On the box was an engraving of a beautiful woman, a horned snake wrapped around her arm and her other hand clutched a knife piercing through the head of a beastly fish while she sat against what looked like a pear tree.

"What makes these wands so different from the others?- Lucien

Ollivander chuckled in amusement but, sorrow lined the depth of his eyes

"In order to understand the origin of these wands, you have to see it with your own eyes"

Ollivander then pulled out his own wand, it was a tan curvy wand, with runes etched into the curves. His wand was 12- and three-quarter inches made of hornbeam wood with a dragon heartstrings core.