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After an hour of shopping for their textbooks, Barbara parted ways with Sirius, Remus, and Lily to go to Ollivander's. The man was extremely nice, Barbara thought, but was slightly creepy. Maybe it's because he always handles wands.

The small bell on the door rang when the rising Fifth Year was walking through the door, which alerted Ollivander that she was there. The older gentleman appeared seconds after the bell, greeting Barbara with a smile. "Miss Potter! So nice to see you again. I assume Dumbledore told you that I needed to speak with you?"

"Yes, Sir. What's this all about?" Barbara wanted to cut whatever small talk Ollivander was about to dish out. She just wanted to know if everything was okay.

"I can already see where your brain is taking you, dear; and you needn't worry. It's just that  your wand is not powerful enough, as I suspected. I have another wand that I want you to try. It's core is Valerie's hair, believe it or not. The wood is holly and the wand itself is slightly springy, good for quick spells when dueling."

"Why do I need another wand if this one, powerful or not, works for me just fine? I don't mean to come off as rude, Sir, but you're not telling me something about this wand. What are you holding back?"

As the words slipped from Barbara's tongue, the bell rang again. The young Royal turned around and was surprised to see the Headmaster walk in. Why does he always have such impeccable timing?

"Because, Miss Potter," Dumbledore replied, "this wand was made specifically for you. Valerie, though she cut off contact with this world, has not cut contact with another world that all have in common. Can you guess what it is?"

Barbara shook her head, subtly trying to move on with the answer instead of all the backstory.

"Death, Barbara. Everyone, every living thing, has death in common. Valerie had been in touch with Death, as Vampires are considered undead to many."

"But that's simply not true," Barbara argues defensively, "we were all on te brink of death, not actually dead. You can't bring anybody back from the dead without dying yourself and killing the person again."

"Correct, but you can still contact them."

"Okay," Barbara said, "but now I'm confused. Why would she need to talk about me to Death?"

"She didn't say much," Dumbledore told her, " it she did say that this wand was extremely special. They've been consulting on the kind of wand you need for your future. Believe it or not, being the youngest Auror in existence and being a Royal aren't the only things special about you."

"Then what's so special about me?"

"There is a reason why your fate has been taking you in the direction it has, my dear. Every encounter strengthens you or teaches you a lesson. Just remember that you have always been meant for great things, no matter where you stand."

Well, that's one way to say I'm not telling you, Barbara thought to herself. She knew there was no such thing as getting a straight answer out of Dumbledore. After all, he isn't even straight!

Instead, she took a deep breath. "So, I guess I need to try it, huh?"

She picked up the box, the wand in it, and took another moment to just admire the box itself. Swirls formed the shape of the wings she grew up with; and a Deathly Hallows symbol was etched into the corners where her wings had golden crowns.

When she picked up the wand, the first thing she noticed was that the holly wood had black markings, symbols she recognised to be an ancient blessing of strength Vampires used to say to greet each other.

"Well, don't be shy," Ollivanded said, "give it a go!"

"Expecto Patronum!"

Warmth immediately went into her blood. There was a golden glow around Barbara when the wand emitted her patronus: a wolf. It was brighter than it usually was when she carded it using her old wand; and it barked and chased the particles in the air happily. After some time, the patronus and glow faded, leaving the shop as it was before.

"I think the wand chose you, Miss Potter."

After packing her old wand away into a box she was taking back home, Barbara parted ways with Dumbledore and Ollivander. They watched her greet her friends, then turned to each other. Ollivander had a questioning look on his face.

"Why didn't you tell her?"

"I have specific orders not to; and I'm not about to go against his request."

"Well, you could've coded it better. You always say such strange riddles. Your old age shows when you do that."

"She'll know exactly what I'm talking about when the time is right, I have no doubt about that. Miss Potter knows she's destined for great things."

"You could've told her what, Dumbledore."

"I'm afraid I cannot if I don't know already, Mr. Ollivander."