My brows raise at the old man who seems much better groomed than the last time I saw him. In his defense, he was a bit shell-shocked the last time I saw him. Almost being murdered does that to someone.

"Using my words against me?" I ask in a joking tone.

Ollivander shrugs as he uses a cane to walk up to the desk. "Ah, Mr. Potter, quite good to see you again."

Harry nods his head "Likewise, sir."

Ollivanders eyes shift to Ron "You must be a Weasley? You look like your brother Charles."

Ron looks a bit embarrassed "Yes, sir. I am Ronald Weasley."

Ollivander nods "Twelve-inch wand, made of Ashwood, with a Unicorn Hair Core, of unyielding flexibility."

His eyes gaze over the wand in Ron's hand "Fourteen inches, Willow wood, with a unicorn hair core, of mild flexibility. It's a good wand, you will probably find yourself talented in Legilimens and Charms." Geralt nods along with his words.

His words cause me to have an epiphany 'The reason I'm bad at transfiguration and delicate spells is because of my wand. It is holding me back in some way…'

Ron looks at Ollivander in curiosity "What is legilimens?"

"The art of intruding in someone's mind, it isn't taught in Hogwarts but it is a powerful form of magic."

"Scary" Ron replies and Harry nods with him.

Ollivander smiles at them "Do you mind if I steal your friend for a bit, Soren and I have things to discuss."

Harry speaks up this time "Is it about his wand again?"

His eyes flick to me then back at Harry "Yes, something of the sort."

Harry and Ron look at each other before shrugging "We will see you in a bit then Soren."

Ron nods with him "Thanks Soren, I'll be sure to keep the secret well."

I just wave off his thanks "It's no problem, sorry I gave your original present away."

Ron shrugs with a grin "I still feel like I'm getting too much out of this."

I smirk "You can always work for me like your brothers."

Ron shivers a bit before backing away with Harry "Well we will be seeing you." Finishing his words he turns around and jogs out the door with Harry close in tow.

"Quite the friends you have," Ollivander says from the counter.

"Indeed. So, what do you need to talk about?" I turn to him with a small smile.

Ollivander sighs "That 'friend' I told you about is here. I thought you may want to talk with her, there is an update."

I nod "Thanks, I would like to talk with her."

Geralt opens the counter gate for me to get by I give him a thankful nod. I follow Ollivander up the narrow stairs to the small living room.

On the red sofa is an extremely pale woman in expensive-looking black and gold robes. She is currently sipping on a cup of tea ignoring our entrance.

"Soren, this is Belladonna Gray, a pure-blood vampire. Don't let her beautiful appearance fool you, she is very old."

'A vampire witch' I muse to myself.

This seems to trigger a response as the teacup slams down onto the saucer. "You know mentioning a woman's age is considered taboo?"

Ollivander just smiles at her words. "Bell, this is Soren Black, the man at the center of the rumors."

She looks me up and down with a straight face "Man?" she asks sarcastically "I expected something more…"

"Terrifying?" I finish the sentence for her.

Her brows raise "Yes... quite."

I smile as I sit on the couch across from her "I find actions are most times more effective than words or appearance."

She rolls her eyes at me "What can a child do?"

I begin to feel a bit of anger so I end my kindness and use my darkness to help skim her mind. 'I refuse to believe the rumors... THIS child is said to have butchered hundreds of my kin?' I can feel the contempt she feels for me without restrain.

My eyes turn to Ollivander "You should restrain your guest's words or this room will find itself empty rather quickly."

Seeing I am no longer smiling I can see a hint of fear flash through his eyes. He is a resourceful man, he has the rumors of my exploits on all sides. From Hogwarts to France, and now even Bulgaria.

"Bell, dear, I must request that you maintain formalities, Young Lord Black is a guest of my household at the moment." He speaks with seriousness as he sits in his armchair.

Bell scoffs as her beautiful scarlet eyes meet mine "I heard you have created mountains of bodies and rivers of blood. So much so that the bounty on your head nearly got pushed out of the dark society in a single night."

I look at Ollivander quickly before deciding he has proved himself a good friend so far "I would say only a single mountain and maybe a large pond. That's just the realistic number. I'm curious how these rumors spread."

'Bullocks.' I hear her say to herself.

"Your little friends down there are quite cute, especially the orange-haired one. He would look quite good with pale sk-" Before she finishes her sentence my cloak is locked around her crushing her body making her unable to speak.

I did not call my shroud, it merely responded to my anger and the temperature in the room has dropped drastically. I slowly stand as I step closer stopping a foot in front of her face with a serious gaze.

I slowly close my hand causing my cloak to crush her slowly. I pause the crush when she coughs out blood staring at me with eyes filled with terror. The room slowly fills with the darkness of my shroud smothering the flames of the fireplace shading the sun from the windows.

"I'm sure you have heard the rumors of what happens to those who go after those near me. I think I may need to make an example out of you tonight…" She isn't meeting my eyes so I grab her delicate chin and force her to meet my eyes. Blood is dripping down her chin her teeth are grit but she is too afraid to be angry.

I begin to crush her again, she begins to shake as blood flows from her nose, eyes, and mouth. "Soren, please, stop." Ollivanders voice pulls me from the anger flooding my mind.

Dismissing my cloak causing light to once again flood the room. It is as if the darkness was never there but Bell's body shows evidence that that is not true. One of her arms is broken and blood is still dripping off her face as she shivers in fear.

I slowly sit back down much to the relief of Ollivander "Be glad Ollivander was here today or you would be a part of that very rumored mountain. You owe him your life." I begin to calm myself as I pour myself a cup of tea taking a small sip.

"Good tea" I compliment Ollivander.

He still seems shaken and only gives me a nod. "I assume what has transpired today will be held in confidence?" I continue as I raise a brow to Ollivander.

Ollivander lowers his head not meeting my eyes causing me to sigh. "Of course," He says with fear in his voice.

I raise a hand "No need to be afraid, we are friends after all. Here, as a sign of goodwill, I will give you some good information."

Bell turns to me without meeting my eyes but I can tell she is curious "Salazar Slytherin has returned, as will Voldemort in a few months to years, I am unsure. When they begin to gather forces there may appear to be many sides to this fight. But that will not be the case."

My eyes coldly flick between the two in front of me "There will be my side, and there will be Death."