"Professor Dumbledore." The elderly witch said in greeting, before noticing Harry standing there as well. "Welcome back mister Potter. I look forward to teaching you come September." She added without the usual gawking or drolling. Harry liked her already.
"Harry this is professor Minerva McGonagall, deputy headmistress, Transfiguration professor, and head of Gryffindor house." Albus explained to Harry.
"Honored." Harry replied, before glancing over the four kids present.
"These will be some of your classmates this year. As part of my duties, I also escort Muggle-born students to Diagon Alley for the first time." Minerva quickly explained.
"Dean Thomas." One of the boys said as he readily introduced himself.
"Justin Finch-Fletchly." Said the other.
"Sally-Anne Perks." Introduced the first of the two girls.
"And I'm Hermione Granger!" Piped up the girl that was now having her oversized front teeth measured, prompting her to slap the tape measure with a huff.
"Here we are miss Granger." Said an elderly man who shuffled out from the interior of the shop, more than likely Mr. Ollivander, with one of the MANY long slender boxes clutched in his hands as he presented it to Hermione. "Ten and three-quarter inches, vinewood, dragon heartstring."
Hermione reached into the box and gingerly picked up the length of wood. Once she did, Harry felt a small surge of magic as the vase of flowers on a nearby table suddenly bloomed.
"HA! Marvelous! As I always say, the wand chooses the wizard, or witch in this case!" Ollivander declared excitedly.
"Now then... That's four wands, all discounted for Hogwarts first year students, coming to a total of.....of...."
It was only then that the old man seemed to realize there were two more people in his shop.
"Oh..." He breathed out as he stared at Harry, before a smile krept onto his face. "I wondered when I'd be seeing YOU, mister Potter."
"""???"""
The four Muggle-born kids looked between Harry and Ollivander curiously as they wondered what was going on, and why he was acting like that when he saw Harry.
"It feels like it was only yesterday when your mother and father were in here buying their first wands." Ollivander continued as he immediately began picking through the shelves, and the tape measure automatically began measuring anything and everything it could about Harry.
"Which is your dominant hand?" Ollivander asked as he dug through the piles of boxes on the shelves.
"I can use both in combat." Harry immediately replied, making Ollivander pause as he looked at him with a quirked eyebrow.
"Really?"
"Of course. Learned that lesson the hard way when a troll broke my right wrist midfight, and I had to try and kill it while using a sword in my off hand. Started training to be proficient on both sides after that."
"Fascinating..." Ollivander muttered after hearing the story, while the four kids just gaped at Harry in disbelief.
"Did you really kill a TROLL?!" Dean asked in awe.
"I've killed dozens." Harry replied casually, swatting the tape measure away as well when it started trying to measure the space between his eyebrows.
"I don't know what other trolls are like, but the ones I fought are lean and increadibly powerful, equipped with wicked talons on hands and feet, three eyes, sharp fangs, hideous breath, and a healing ability that makes them damn near unkillable without fire, unless you can land a killing blow."
The four kids were all looking at Harry with undisguised awe from his brief description of trolls, while Minerva just slid over towards Albus with a worried look on her face.
"Albus, is Harry.....alright?" She asked, struggling to find the right words.
"Oh he's quite sane Minerva. At the very least, he's as sane as I am." Albus answered, though that didn't quite reassure the deputy headmistress. Meanwhile Ollivander was seriously debating getting a book to read up on trolls, since what Harry described didn't sound like the trolls he learned about when HE was at school.
Though, that was a long time ago...
Unfortunately for the kids, Harry's storytelling was halted for the moment as Ollivander selected abox to give him.
"Oak and unicorn tail hair... Here mister Potter. Give this one a try."
Shrugging, Harry accepted the wand only for Ollivander to immediately snatch it out of his hand not even a second later.
"Nope! Absolutely not!"
"..."
"How about this one? Cherry with a dragon heartstring."
Again, Harry accepted the wand only for Ollivander to take it back almost the second it touched his skin.
"Not that one either... Tricky. Very tricky."
This process continued for what felt like forever as Ollivander brought Harry wand after wand to try, before ripping them out of his hands almost the second he touched them. Finally, realization seemed to dawn upon the old man.
"I wonder..." He muttered, before looking through his shelves until he found a specific box.
"Give THIS one a try." Ollivander while handing Harry the wand inside.
At first Harry just assumed the same thing was going to happen yet again, but this time as soon as he touched the wooden handle, Harry felt a certain warmth flow up into his fingers. The same warmth seem to fill the shop along with a brilliant golden light, and off in the distance he was sure he heard the roar of a dragon.
"Remarkable... Truly remarkable!" Ollivander said while watching Harry in awe.
"May you tell us what is so remarkable Ollivander?" Albus asked patiently while everyone else just looked confused.
"Certainly! First of all was the dramatic nature of the pairing between mister Potter and his wand! I have never seen anything like it! Then, there was the wand itself. It is curious that HE should be destined for this wand, when one considers who received it's brother."
At those words Albus's eyes sharpened noticeably, something Harry didn't miss.
"What about it's brother?" He asked.
Ollivander took in a breath while glancing between Harry and Albus, before finally saying, "Wands with cores belonging to the same creature often form a bond between each other, making them 'siblings' in a sense. In the case of your wand, the phoenix who gave me that feather only gave one other, which I sold a little over fifty years ago to an exceptionally charming young man. Only, that young man would one day grow to become someone who would terrorize the entirety of wizarding Britain."
"Voldemort." Harry said, realizing where this was going. Naturally both Minerva and Ollivander flinched at the name, but what Harry found curious was so did Dean, Justin, Sally-Anne, and Hermione. Strange, especially since they had all spent less than a day in the wizarding world, and Harry doubted Voldemort was part of the welcoming pamphlet.
"Yes..." Ollivander whispered quietly as he visibly tried to compose himself. "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He owned the wand that is the brother to your own. The same wand he used to kill your parents, along with so many people, and give you that scar."
...
After paying for their new wands, Harry led the group out into the sunshine that contrasted the gloomy atmosphere of the group. Well, aside from Harry himself that was.
"That was an illuminating stop." Harry said while casually spinning his newly bought wand between his fingers.
"How are you ok after hearing all of that?" Justin asked with a pale expression.
"Because I've heard and seen worse." Harry replied while recalling a few such moments from his life on Nirn, especially where the Daedric cults were involved. He even stumbled upon a cult of Namira preparing to engage in a cannibalistic feast, as well as a sect of Molag Bal who had set upon a small settlement community to slaughter the men, and r@pe the women in the name of their cruel god.
The kids all just looked at him in confusion, along with Minerva, while Albus just directed a sad look at the back of Harry's head.
Unaware of the thoughts swirling in their heads, Harry was more focused on the intel he just received regarding his new enemy. Apparently fate really had it out for him if Harry even got the one wand in the world paired with Voldemort's.
Harry wasn't completely dense though.
Noticing the somber mood, and knowing what to do from decades raising the children he had adopted around Skyrim, Harry steered the group to an ice cream place he noticed while walking around earlier. He even bought one for Albus and Minerva, despite the latter's protests.
"Oh stop being a spoil sport Minerva." Albus said as he partook in his own large sundae alongside the new students. And true to their ages, all four of them appeared remarkably better with just a few bites of the dessert. Only Hermione kept Harry fixed with an intense stare.
"Is there something on my face?" Harry asked her after several minutes of this.
"Who are you?" She asked finally, drawing the attention of the other three as well.
"What do you mean? I thought we already covered that I'm Harry Potter?" He replied.
"Not that! What about the other stuff you've been talking about since we met? Stuff about killing trolls and all that? Plus you didn't seem too upset when mister Ollivander talked about all of that before."
Harry cocked a brow at Hermione since he literally bought them all ice creams to try and cheer them all up. But thankfully, rather than focus on depressing stuff, Justin, Dean and Sally-Anne were also looking at Harry quizzically. Even Minerva as she glanced between Harry and Albus, while the old man was busy enjoying his ice cream, and pretending that he wasn't following the conversation.
"Well, basically I spent the last fifty years in another world called Nirn, and just returned here the other day while being reverted to my ten year old self just before getting my Hogwarts letter." Harry said plainly.
"""..."""
Naturally, Hermione, Dean, Justin and Sally-Anne all had bug-eyed looks while their jaws had dropped so that they were almost topping their ice creams. Minerva was looking at Harry as if he had just sprouted purple wings and was speaking in tongues, and Albus was looking at Harry curiously.
"Not intending to hide things, Harry?" He asked.
"I'm a sixty year old man Albus. Do you REALLY expect me to act like a kid again or something? I'll go to school and stuff, but don't expect me to get into character." Harry said with a sigh, even as he reached into his invisible bag to pull out a bottle of mead to drink with his ice cream.
"Of course, that doesn't quite mean that I intend to shout it from the rooftops for everyone to hear either." He added after taking a swig.
What Harry had NOT expected(though he really should have seen coming), was the barrage of questions he then recevied from the four kids once the shock ran its course. Hermione in particular was rapid firing questions almost as quickly as she could think of them, leaving Harry no opening to even answer one of them before she was on to the next.
It was actually a couple hours later that Harry finally parted from the group and returned to his room at the Leaky Cauldron, after pacifying Hermione with several introductory tomes he had in his bag on various topics of Skyrim such as magic, the different holds, and the creatures that could be found there.
He had also parted ways with Albus after the deputy headmistress chastized him for skipping out on work for the last two days, with the elderly man promising to come and check in on Harry after a few days.
But Harry was actually hoping to be left alone for a while since he had a LOT of work to do.
"Let's check you out." Harry said as he laid his new truck on the floor at the foot of his bed. After opening it, Harry was greeted with a staircase going straight down into his new workshop.
Making his way downstairs, Harry found himself in what appeared to be a living room, with a kitchen dominating an entire wall as well. The best part? The wizarding world appeared similar in the level of tech he was used to on Nirn.
Harry almost felt right at home.
A quick tour of the place had him planning out how he wanted to arrange the layout, planning ahead as he added numerous workstations, training dummys, and weapon racks. Thankfully though, Harry already had several pieces of furniture from the shop, such as a few tables, bookshelves, chairs, and a bed along with a fully furnished kitchen.
"Lets get started." He said, before pulling several different sized chunks of stone from his bag to start on his new forge.