Harry listened as the man informed of what his days would be like and felt exhausted just from the description. He knew it would be more of a challenge than he could comprehend but he would push himself to be better, he had to be better and he wanted it more than anything.
"We will begin the schedule first thing tomorrow, we have to get your wand situation dealt with and we will see what you are capable of today" Filmore explained.
"Yes, sir" Harry responded immediately, not wanting to be hexed again.
Filmore grinned.
"You learn quickly Potter, you'll need to here" he stated knowingly. "Now follow me" he instructed.
Harry followed Filmore into the room his interrogation had been conducted in the previous night to find Croaker and another older man waiting for them.
"I hope you slept well Mr. Potter" Croaker greeted him with a smile. "This is Mr. Tobin, he will be crafting your wand for you, don't worry he is a very discreet man" he explained.
Harry just nodded.
"Take a seat boy" Tobin instructed in a very gruff voice. Harry complied and looked at the man properly for the first time.
He was old though Harry suspected he was not as old as he looked as his eyes contained a very youthful glint within them. His hair was dark grey and the aforementioned eyes were near black, full of intelligence and penetrating, though not in a disturbing and intrusive way.
"May I ask what is wrong with your current wand?" Tobin inquired.
"I think I may have outgrown it" Harry sighed. "It gets very hot when I cast spells and it just doesn't work as easy as it used to", he explained.
"Hmm, may I see it?" the man asked with curiosity.
Harry removed the wand from his sleeve and handed it to the man who inspected every detail of it and even placed it to his ear, seemingly listening for something. He then drew his own wand and began casting several spells at it and finally smiling triumphantly when he had finished.
"Tell me boy, have you been disarmed or had your wand taken from you by force recently?" Tobin questioned.
"No" Harry answered confidently with a shake of his head.
"Interesting" Tobin mused. "Well you have outgrown the wand that is clear, it should not however grow hot when you cast with it, a wand will only do so when it recognises another as its master" he explained.
"But the wand chose me I've had it since I was 11" Harry responded sadly.
"Very curious" Tobin whispered. "If you have not had your wand taken from you forcefully then it must have a brother somewhere, the master of that wand will be the master of this" he deduced confidently. Harry swallowed deeply at the realisation.
"Voldemort" he whispered.
"Excuse me?" Croaker asked with a frown.
Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes irritably.
"Voldemort has the brother wand to mine it's the same core from the same phoenix" he answered.
Croaker and Filmore shared a look of surprise while Tobin looked at Harry through narrowed eyes.
"The likelihood of two brother wands coming into contact is extremely low" he began. "Given the history between yourself and the Dark Lord I would say that there is more to it than just that" he continued shaking his head. "Has anything out of the ordinary happened between the two of you?" he questioned.
Harry swallowed again and nodded reluctantly. "We used to share a connection, but since he possessed me my scar has faded and I've had no visions of what he is doing" Harry answered truthfully.
"What kind of connection?" Croaker cut in with a frown.
"I don't know" Harry admitted. "I used to be able to see him torturing and murdering people, it used to happen when he was angry, but Snape tried to teach me occlumency to block it out" he explained. "But it didn't help at all" he finished.
The three older men looked at one another before Croaker spoke.
"Go and fetch Sandy" he instructed Filmore who left immediately.
"Mr. Potter, connections like that simply do not exist and if you could not stop them through occlumency then the problem was not from outside, it must have been from within yourself" he said seriously. "Sandy is our expert in obscure magic and the best in her field, she will be able to figure out what it is" he added confidently. "Mr. Tobin we can resume this tomorrow if you have other things to do, I apologise for this unexpected outcome" he finished sincerely.
"It is quite alright, I am rather curious to see this through, it is not often an anomaly like this surfaces" Tobin replied happily.
"Of course you are welcome to stay, it may be useful after all, you are a very smart man in your own right" Croaker praised.
It was around 5 minutes later that Filmore returned with a short, bespectacled woman in tow.
"This had better be good Clarence I am very busy" she growled irritably.
"Sandy this is Mr. Potter" he introduced the teen. "We need you expertise on a matter" he informed her. The woman turned and looked towards Harry with a raised eyebrow before speaking. "What is it you need?" she asked reluctantly. Croaker went on to explain everything that Harry had told him and the woman listened with rapt attention.
"So you see, we are rather stumped" Croaker finished.
The woman said nothing for a few moments, clearly lost in her own thoughts.
"Mr. Potter, do you have any abilities that you cannot account for?" she asked.
"I'm a parselmouth" Harry shrugged. "Dumbledore thinks Tom passed the gift on to me" he explained.
"I'm sorry, Tom?" Sandy questioned confusedly. "Oh, that's Voldemort's real name, Tom Riddle" Harry answered.
"How do you know this?" Croaker asked. "He told me himself and Dumbledore knows, he used to teach him" Harry shrugged.
"It's irrelevant right now" Sandy cut in. "Can you still speak it?" she asked warily.