Harry said goodbye to Remus and Sirius and went to stand beside Stiles who was just saying goodbye to Scott. He skirted around the various creatures and exchanged a glance with Ryan, the only other weredragon in Britain that he knew of. Ryan nodded at him then stood up and left along with two werewolves.

"Okay, I'm ready to go," Stiles said, turning to face Harry. "Scott says hi."

Harry smiled then gestured to the back door. "Let's go get you a wand."

Stiles grinned excitedly and followed him. "Is Ollivander still in business?"

Harry stopped at the door, pushed it open, waited for Stiles to walk through and closed it. "Yeah, he is. That's why we're in London to get you a wand. I don't know what kind of wand makers are in America, which I should find out. At least for future reference."

"Didn't he tell you about the elder wand? And speaking of that, I've seen you with two different wands," Stiles commented as they walked up to the brick wall. "I take it, you didn't put the elder wand to rest like it happened in the books then?"

"No, I didn't. Not everything in the books is right anyway, like the fact that I'm not human," Harry replied, pulling out his holly wand. Stiles watched him avidly as Harry touched his wand to the bricks in order. "The elder wand works better with my not-human self increased magic. I also have more magic than I did when I was just human. But I still use my holly wand for small things like this."

When the bricks started to open up, Harry heard Stiles make a wondering sound. Harry grinned at him then led the way.

Harry led Stiles over to Ollivanders, after slowly making their way to his shop. They had avoided a lot of people that were gawking and occasionally making disgruntled expressions in Harry's direction. Luckily, they had come here during the slow season, as in during school and not the week before school in September, so there weren't that many people. Diagon Alley had recovered just fine after the war and everything was rebuilt. Shops were open and were brimming with people, including Fred and George's joke shop.

"Okay, ready?" Harry asked, stopping at the door and looking at Stiles.

Stiles had an apprehensive expression on his face but was also gazing at everything within sight. They had had to stop more than a couple of times on their way here so that Stiles could see all the wizarding things. It reminded Harry of his first trip here and he smiled fondly at Stiles.

"Yep, I'm ready," Stiles replied quickly, opening the door. Harry followed though stopped when he felt something akin to an apparition happen near them. Stiles looked back at him, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.

"I... Ah," Harry smiled when he realized who he was recognizing. Derek Hale, followed by Draco, walked out from behind the building across the street.

"Stiles, Harry," Derek nodded and walked up to them, first pulling Stiles into a kiss. Then Harry pulled Derek into a kiss afterward.

"Well, shall we?" Harry gestured to the wand store after pulling apart. "Draco, did you want to come or did you just drop Derek off?"

Draco glanced into Ollivander's and cringed. "That man always creeps me out, so no I'll just go back to Beacon Hills."

Harry watched as Draco apparated back to northern California then led the way inside. He had to nudge Derek and Stiles inside after they stopped at the doorway to stare inside. Both Derek and Stiles openly stared at the inside of the store, stopping right after the doorway. Harry glanced back outside to make sure no one looked suspicious, like they were from the ministry then followed the two inside.

"Is it always like this?" Stiles gasped.

"That would be correct," Harry replied, a memory of the first time that he had come here for a wand running through his mind.

"So how does someone find their wand?" Derek asked, going to follow Stiles as he started to walk around the room.

"The wand chooses the wizard," Stiles repeated, a little reverently then he looked a little uncertain. "Unless that has changed?"

"No," Harry replied, grinning. "It's still the same."

"Ah, Harry Potter." Harry glanced into the back, seeing Ollivander come walking into the front room. "It's good to see the savior of the wizarding world."

Harry groaned but nonetheless smiled. He knew that Ollivander wasn't about to start calling him by a nickname like most of the general public did or be scared of his creature heritage.

"It's good to see you again," Harry replied. "And not in dire circumstances."

Ollivander stopped when he reached the front desk and stared at first Derek then Stiles.

"And who are you two?" Ollivander asked.

"I'm Stiles Stilinski," Stiles said.

"Ah, yes, I remember your mother," Ollivander remarked, looking Stiles over.

Harry heard Stiles take in a breath. "You knew my mother?"

Derek moved closer to Stiles and away from where Ollivander had turned to look at him closely. Harry chuckled faintly but quieted when Derek mock glared at him.

"Yes, Claudia Stilinski," Ollivander remembered. "She was a very nice witch. She came to get her first wand from me when she was 11. It was rather peculiar since she was from the Americas and could have gone to one of the wand shops there. But she came here."

Harry exchanged glances with Derek then turned to look at Stiles.

"Did she tell you why she came here?" Stiles asked quietly.

"No, she did not," Ollivander replied. "She received a nice ebony wood with dragon heartstring as the core. Now that was a fine wand."

Stiles turned around to look at Derek and Harry.

"Did your dad ever tell you about your mother?" Harry asked.

Stiles shook his head. "No, he never told me anything. I don't remember anything about my mother that was... Though, there was that one time..."

"One time?" Derek enquired.

"I think I had broken my leg when I was 6 and... I don't think we went to the hospital," Stiles replied, his eyes widening as he thought about that.

Harry tilted his head in thought. "Well, that would certainly point to your mother being a witch."

"You could talk to your dad," Derek remarked. "See if he knew."

Stiles narrowed his eyes then looked at both Harry and Derek. "You two would come with me if I did?"

"Of course," Harry replied while Derek nodded.

"I presume you are here to get another wand?" Ollivander asked as soon as the three of them turned back to him.

"Um, I'm here to get my first wand," Stiles said hesitantly.

"Oh, your first?" Ollivander questioned. "Was there a problem or your..."

Ollivander looked thoughtful for a couple of seconds, with pressed lips and narrowed eyes.

"Ah, I see," the wand maker remarked while Stiles looked flabbergasted. Harry was just looking on bemusedly as Ollivander had not changed his odd ways of knowing everything about everyone who had bought his wands.

"Your first then," Ollivander corrected.

Stiles nodded.

Ollivander then moved to start pulling out various boxes with wands in them, going from shelf to shelf. Harry could feel the underlying hum of magic from each wand and they were each distinct and unique.

"Will he cause trouble for us?" Derek quietly asked, turning to Harry while Ollivander's back was to them.

"Nope," Harry murmured back. "He's a friend. And if that doesn't help, then he knows about me and what I will do for family and boyfriends in this case."

Harry watched as Derek flushed pink a little at that. Stiles noticed and grinned at the alpha.

They watched as Ollivander started to pull out a couple boxes and put them on the front desk. The wand maker reached for one of them and opened the box.

"Try this one."

Stiles turned to Harry and raised a questioning eyebrow. "What now?"

Harry smiled. "Well, pick it up and give it a wave."

Ollivander chuckled.

Stiles picked up the wand in question and flicked it a little. The wand emitted a few sparks but otherwise didn't react. Ollivander gave a little considering noise then opened another box and held out the wand.

Stiles took it and waved it around and they heard a loud booming noise in the back of the shop. Stiles jumped but settled when Harry walked over and wrapped an arm around him.

"I didn't mean to do that," Stiles whispered.

"That's normal. Choosing a wand can be a destructive business," Harry remarked. "When I chose my holly wand, I destroyed a couple lamps and a couple of shelves."

"Okay..." Stiles replied, a little less hesitant.

"Ah," Ollivander stated, going to pick out a box that was still on the shelf on the far wall. "This one will be the one, I can feel it."

Stiles took the proffered wand and gasped. Harry could see Stiles' magic lighting up from within him. Derek creeped into Stiles' space.

"Stiles?" Derek asked, reaching out to place a hand on Stiles' back.

"I'm fine," Stiles replied, a little out of breath as if he had just run a short marathon. "I... it feels like I'm now more complete than I was an hour ago."

Derek raised an eyebrow at that explanation.

Stiles blinked. "It... The wand reacted to my magic."

"Reacted?" Derek repeated tentatively.

"It connected to him," Harry cut in. "Wands do that with their owners. They're kind of sentient, I suppose?"

Ollivander glanced at him. "And when did you become more knowledgeable about wands?"

Harry grinned at the wand maker. "I took a class at the San Francisco School of Magic a couple of years ago on wands."

"Ah, I know that woman," Ollivander replied. "You must have learned a lot there. It's a good school."

"Yeah," Harry said. "I learned a lot there."

"What kind of wood is this?" Stiles asked, looking up at Ollivander.

"That wand is unicorn tail hair and cedar wood," Ollivander revealed. "I knew it would be the one."

"Hmm," Harry said. "Sounds like it's well fitting."

"It is fitting," Ollivander responded.

"Well, what does it being made out of cedar have to do with it being 'fitting'?" Derek asked, eyes narrowed.

"It means you have chosen well in a partner, Derek Hale," Ollivander reassured.

Derek startled and his eyes flashed to red for a second before returning to their green.

"Or," Ollivander continued, looking at Harry. "partners as is the case."

AN: I found the info for wand wood at the pottermore wiki.

And cedar wood means, "Whenever I meet one who carries a cedar wand, I find strength of character and unusual loyalty. My father, Gervaise Ollivander, used to always to say, 'you will never fool the cedar carrier,' and I agree: the cedar wand finds its perfect home where there is perspicacity and perception. I would go further than my father, however, in saying that I have never yet met the owner of a cedar wand whom I would care to cross, especially if harm is done to those of whom they are fond. The witch or wizard who is well-matched with cedar carries the potential to be a frightening adversary, which often comes as a shock to those who have thoughtlessly challenged them."