Blackthorn wood, a symbol of winter, death and the coming darkness, a core from one of the most uncontrollable and evil creature in the world, a combination that would excel in the darkest and most obscure of arts, a wand he had now given to some who possessed the blood of a family who had all but been exiled from history forced to only exist in legend. He hoped he was wrong, hoped dearly this wasn't a sign of their return and that the young Potter was just a fluke. Others might have forgotten the darkness that lived within the Potter family but the Ollivander's hadn't.