Hogwarts: The Blood Mage

Aidan took three full hours to categorise each and every book in the vault. In the end, he ended up with three main categories. History books, magic books, and books that did not fit either category, like a weird book he found titled 'Of Nature and Magic, a Wizard Reborn', which seemed to be a novel that someone found good enough to keep in the vault. 

Amongst the history books, Aidan found one book he felt particularly interested in. It was a wide, thick, and heavy piece, something that someone would not dare call 'light reading' even in jest. The title of the book was 'Memories of the Haimadros, 1507 Edition'. Deciding to take it with him, Aidan cast Reducio at the book so it would fit into his pocket. Besides the book, Aidan also withdrew a hundred Galleons, which he thought would be more than enough to pay for any unexpected expense that could come up.

"It's time to leave, dad must be waiting." Aidan said. After opening the door of vault 57 and making sure it remained properly closed once he was outside, Aidan and Fernuk rode the cart back to the surface, until Aidan was once again breathing the fresh air of Diagon Alley. Outside, he quickly spotted his father.

"Aidan." His father beckoned him over while calmly calling his name. "How did everything g-Your eye!" 

"Haha, yeah, that happened." Aidan said while scratching the back of his head. "As soon as I wore the Ring of Lordship its magic resonated with my own, and this is the result." 

"Amazing... this magic must be so ancient... this is not a mere act of transfiguration, your eye has truly changed." Jack observed while carefully analysing Aidan's red iris. "So... you are officially the legal Lord of House Haimadros."

"Yes, yes I am." Aidan answered, his mind filled with a pride he did not know he had. "It feels... right. As if it was meant to be." 

"How so, son?" Jack asked, curious about Aidan's thoughts and feelings. While Jack was not very showing or talkative at all, he was a ver good conversationalist. 

"When I saw the ring, before I had even put it on, I felt a pull." Aidan started explaining, not even thinking of hiding anything from his father. "When I put it on, I felt as if I was finally complete. It was just like when I first got my... my wand! I can't feel the connection I had with my wand!" 

Aidan panicked when he realised his magic, which had resonated with the Ring of Lordship, no longer flowed as smoothly through his wand. He would still probably be able to cast simple spells, but as he held his wand in his hand, he could tell that it would require as much effort as some of the more complicated spells he had mastered would have. 

"Don't worry, Aidan." Jack said, chuckling. "While not very common, there have been cases when a wizard's wand stops responding to them. This can be due to their magic maturing or their disposition changing. Remember, wands are alive." 

"You're... right." Aidan answered reluctantly, trying his best to convince himself that his father was right. "I still think we should go to Ollivander's to check with him." 

"And you would be totally correct." Jack conceded. Thus, they started walking towards the shop of the best wandmakers in the Wizarding World, which they reached in just a few steps. After all, Ollivander's and the bank were separated by only a few stores. 

Upon entering the store —alone, since Jack insisted that wands were an extremely intimate thing— Aidan was greeted by a voice that, Jack would claim, 'still didn't feel right' in the store. Aidan could not understand it, really, since he had always been attended by Warwick Ollivander whenever he had something to buy related to wands. "Ah, hello there Mr. Thorne, young Mr. Thorne, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit today? As far as I know there should be no issues with your wand. One of my late father's finest pieces that was. Beech wood, with a dragon heartstring core, eleven inches, and plenty flexible, right?" 

"Spot on, Mr. Ollivander, but I have to correct you." Aidan managed to answer after Warwick's usual energy exploded. "I am no longer Thorne, my surname is Haimadros now." 

"Why, when, what?" Warwick responded, his tone more than suggesting both his surprise and his confusion. "Excuse me if I am intruding, but I am not my father so I must ask... did I hear you say Haimadros correctly?" 

"Well yes, you did Mr. Ollivander." Aidan answered. 

"Merlin's beard!" Warwick exclaimed. "That surname disappeared from the map at least a hundred years ago!"

"Mr. Ollivander you... you know about my family?!" Aidan asked, sounding hopeful. 

"Oh kid, I wish I did." Was the only response he got to his unasked plea. "I only know the surname and that they used to be on good terms with us Ollivanders way back when my grandfather was still Lord of House Ollivander." 

"Oh... sorry I... I might have overreacted there." Aidan apologised, trying his best to hide his disappointment. 

"Do not worry, Aidan." Warwick reassured the kid, a rare show of empathy from the man who usually did not care for matters outside of his own family. "The news of your surname change does explain why you are here, though." 

"How so, Mr. Ollivander?" Aidan questioned the man, allowing his curiosity to override his earlier disappointment. 

"You see, in my family's records it is stated that 'a Haimadros does not use regular wands'." Warwick answered. "Apparently, your family used a core that they themselves provided to my family." 

"And?" Aidan asked, receiving an immediate look of curiosity from Mr. Ollivander, as if he was expecting the boy to be smarter. "Oh. Oooh. I'm a Haimadros now." 

"Exactly, kid." Warwick said with mirth. "I assume you came here in a rush when you noticed your wand no longer answered to you the same way it always had, right?" 

"Ah, actually, yes." Aidan admitted. "I sort of panicked and my father and I rushed here." 

"Well, I can't help you, unfortunately." Warwick said, sighing in regret. "At least not now." 

"I assume you don't have any of that core that my family used to use, right?" Aidan inquired, though it was a rhetorical question. 

"Indeed." Was the word that halted the conversation. They remained there for a few breaths, in calm silence, until Aidan thought of something.

"Mr. Ollivander, I have access to the Ancestral Vault." Aidan said. "It is possible that the core we need could be found there." 

"In that case, I will go through my family's records once more to see if there is any description of said core." Mr. Ollivander told Aidan. "As soon as I find anything, I will send it to you via owl. I still can't get used to phones, bloody things." 

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander." Aidan thanked the man. "I really appreciate your help with this." 

"Oh, don't even mention it, kid." Mr. Ollivander deflected. "As if an Ollivander would allow a wizard to go around with a wand that no longer resonates with them."

*

After saying their goodbyes, Aidan left the store and explained to Jack the conversation he had just had with Mr. Ollivander. Jack was not very surprised by the turn of events, which told Aidan that it really was not that rare of a thing to happen. Still, he could not help but feel anxious about his situation. What if there was no core in the vault? What if he could not find any wand that suited him? 

"Son, even I can see how worried you are about this whole situation." Jack said, putting a hand in his son's shoulder. "So I guess it is a good thing I got you all of these." 

As soon as he finished his words, Jack took a small bag from his pocket and cast an Engorgio on it. From the now very large bag, Jack took a few books and started piling them on Aidan's arms. There were at least four books, and none of them was what one would call 'light reading'. 

"This is your homework." Jack stated. "Since you are not Head of House Haimadros, you'll have to learn the responsibilities of being a Lord." 

"Kill me right now." Were the four words that Aidan pronounced after having completely forgotten about his wand.

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What do you guys think his wand is going to be made of? Not just the core, but also the wood type.