Ollivander's Wand Shop

Harry helplessly and silently follows the witch up the street and then into several back alleys. Apparently Bellatrix is unwilling to be out in public even hidden by disillusionment. Taking a lot of back alleys and side streets, the pair eventually arrive outside Ollivander's Wand Shop. She waits a few minutes for the store to clear of new students buying their first wands, then pushes Harry through the shop door and drops the invisibility charm. Ollivander, the wizened little master wand maker, startles at her sudden appearance ... and then looks at her in genuine fear.

"H-hello, M-Missus Lestrange," he stammers, "Ver ... very nice to see you again. How may I assist you this afternoon?"

She sneers at the little man. "What do you think I'm here for? I'm here for the special wand the Dark Lord commissioned from you." She laughs and eyes him crazily, jumping at but not actually approaching him, a feint meant only to frighten. "Please tell me it's not ready; I haven't murdered a fool in almost a week."

Ollivander, eyes practically bugging out of his head, stutters, "Of ... o-o-of course it's ready, ma'am. Just ... just let me go get it for you." He hurries off into the back room, returning quickly with a standard wand box. "Th-there you are, ma'am. Cherry wood with a core of twined Veela and Boggart hairs, as ordered. And it's been given the special enchantments the ... the Dark Lord requires."

"Excellent. You disappoint me, Ollivander. It would appear you get to live to serve Lord Voldemort another day. Harley, give me your wand, then take your new wand from the box and tell me what you think of it."

Filled with foreboding but unable to resist her command, Harry reaches into his robes and hands her his faithful holly-and-phoenix-feather wand, then turns to open the box Ollivander has left on the countertop. As he does so, Bellatrix snaps his wand in two, points her own wand at the remnants, and exclaims, "Incendio!" The broken halves of the wand immediately burst into flame and do not stop burning until nothing remains but ash and the fireproof phoenix-feather core. This the witch pulls from the ashes and carefully places in a pouch on her belt.

"There. So much for the famed 'twin cores' of your and my Lord's wands. Well go ahead, look at your new wand and tell me what you think. Lord Voldemort designed it especially for you."

Some part of Harry just wants to weep over the loss of his wand, but the Imperius spell does not allow such freedom of action. He opens the box with trembling hands and looks within.

"It ... it looks like a penis."

Bellatrix giggles uproariously at your reaction. "Yes, and you'll be glad of that very soon. Go ahead, take it and put it away. We have another stop to make, and then you and I need to have a very serious talk."