Hermione\'s Equal

So this story, as you might have been able to tell, follows along with the books. I take specific scenes, or sometimes whole chapters and then add my character, Griffin le Fey, to the story line. Hopefully you all enjoy it! Reviews are very much appreciated.



-Ron walks in-

The tall redheaded boy with freckles that Harry had seen outside the train walked in, “Oh hello. Mind if I join you? Everywhere else is full, now.” Harry nodded, looking at Griffin who was at present tending to Falco’s lunch.

Harry made a face as Griffin pulled out a jar of what Harry thought at first looked like dragonflies but on closer inspection, appeared to be- “Are those what I think they are?”

“Depends, Harry,” Griffin winked, “do you think that they’re fairies?”

Harry leaned in closer to get a good look. “Are they dead?”

Griffin nodded. “We have a fairy nest on the grounds at our Manor, and Mum has been finding them in our house. They’re terribly annoying little buggers when they’re being told to leave. One day she saw that they had decided to decorate her potions laboratory. So she hexed them all and put them in the jar. Augureys are their natural predators anyway, so she thought Falco might enjoy them.” He pulled two from the jar and held them up to Falco, who was perched upon his shoulder. Falco leaned his head down and gobbled them up quickly, then looked at Griffin patiently as Griffin pulled out two more. After Falco had eaten, he then returned to his new ‘perch’ atop the door.

The redheaded boy stretched his hand out, “I’m Ron Weasley.”

Harry shook the boy’s hand, “Harry Potter, and this is Griffin le Fey.” Griffin looked up and nodded hello as he carefully placed the jar of fairies back in his trunk.

“Weasley, you said?”

The boy nodded. “My dad knew a Weasley, Arthur I think his name was. Is he your dad?” Ron’s ears turned pink, but he nodded anyway. “My dad always said that the Weasleys were a very loyal bunch. Especially to granddad.”

Here Ron looked puzzled, but didn’t push the subject. Harry asked questions about the four houses, and Griffin and Ron answered; Ron knew the most about Gryffindor, seeing as his whole family had been in it. But Griffin knew quite a bit about Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. He explained each house’s beginning to Harry as best as he was able.



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-Hermione enters-

“Excuse me, has anyone in here seen a toad?” A bushy-haired girl with rather large front teeth opened the door and poked her head in.

“We already told that boy we hadn’t,” Ron glared at her, wand poised as he prepared to cast a charm on Scabbers.

Sensing impending problems, Harry looked at Griffin. Griffin stood and walked over to her as Falco landed on his shoulder, having been ousted when the girl had opened the door. “I’m Griffin le Fey,” he extended his hand to her, which she took hesitantly.

“Hermione, Hermione Granger,” she answered. Her eyes never wavered from Falco. “Is that?”

“An Augurey, yes.”

“I read that they were shy.” She stared in wonder as Falco began to strut around the compartment, fluffing his wings and acting, in general, rather narcissistic.

“Falco’s a- pardon the expression- odd duck,” Griffin smirked. Harry laughed, which caused Hermione to turn his way.

“And you are?”

“Harry Potter. And this is Ron Weasley.”

“You’re really Harry Potter?! I’ve read all about you, of course…” As Hermione rattled off all the books she had read to learn about the wizarding world, Griffin smiled and nodded politely while Harry stared. “And if you’re a le Fey, then you’re related to Professor Dumbledore, aren’t you?”

Griffin nodded, and Ron gasped (“Really? Wow!”). Hermione then reached up to stroke Falco’s head, which he happily accepted. “Your mum is quite the inventor, and your father is the best Quidditch player that the wizarding community has seen in some time.”

Griffin rolled his eyes, which Hermione was about to respond to when Harry said, “If we see the toad, we’ll let you know.”

“Oh, right. You should change into your robes, you know. We’re almost there. I asked the conductor. It was very nice to meet you, Griffin.” With one final stroke of Falco’s plumage, Hermione Granger walked out. Harry noticed Griffin looking after her and smirked.

“What a bossy know-it-all!” Ron spoke between bites of a chocolate frog.

“Oh, she wasn’t that bad…” Griffin sat back down and stroked Falco, looking as though his mind had exited when Hermione had.

“Guess we should get our robes on, then.” Harry stood on his seat to reach into his trunk to pull them out.



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-Draco Malfoy and his Goons-

The door opened, and three boys walked in. The two big ones Harry had never seen before, but the boy in the middle (who was dwarfed by his goonish friends) was the boy Harry had seen at Madame Malkin’s the day Hagrid had taken him to buy all of his school things. “They’re saying that Harry Potter is in this compartment. It’s you, is it?” The pale boy asked. Harry nodded in response, frowning at the bigger boys. He walked forward and extended his hand, “Oh this is Crabbe and Goyle. I’m Draco, Draco Malfoy.” Ron sniggered and Draco turned on him. “Think my name’s funny? I don’t have to ask who you are. Dad said the Weasleys all have red hair, shame the name of wizard and have more children than they can afford.”

Harry heard a thud and thought that Ron had stood up to hit Malfoy, but he was surprised to hear (as was Ron, by the sound of it) Griffin respond, “And you can smell a Malfoy from a mile away because they all reek of dung from shoving their noses up everyone important’s asses.”

Malfoy flushed, his pale cheeks turning rather pink. Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles and turned towards Griffin, who ignored them and continued to pamper Falco. It was then that Griffin reached up to his trunk, which sported his family’s crest. Malfoy must have recognized it and decided to ignore Griffin, whose family crest was that of Albus Dumbledore’s, turned to face Harry once again. “You’ll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You wouldn’t want to go around with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”

Harry was surprised to see Griffin stand and turn to Malfoy, “So then you’re telling him to steer clear of you, right?” Malfoy’s cheeks darkened further and Griffin pushed on, “Because if you want to talk about shaming the name of wizard then you should really be talking about someone who clings to those in power, then hides in terror when that person loses all power. Then betrays said person by claiming to have been forced under the Imperius curse to do things that he otherwise wouldn’t do; those of us with any dignity call it lying to the Ministry. And buying your way into their good graces. Now THAT is shameful.” Having said his piece, Griffin turned to close his trunk. Harry wasn’t sure this was wise, but what he saw next explained why Griffin was so trusting. Draco had pulled his wand and suddenly Falco had descended on him, shrieking and pecking and clawing. Crabbe and Goyle reached to grab the Augurey but suddenly found themselves blown out of the door. Harry looked for the source but could find none. Confused, he looked to Griffin, whose wand was not out. Suddenly he saw Falco grab hold of Malfoy by the shirt collar and disappear. When Falco came back, he had no clue where Malfoy had been taken.

Finally Harry ventured to ask, once Griffin had shut the compartment door again. “Griffin, what just happened?”

“Falco attacked him for trying to hit me with a hex when my back was turned.”

“Well I guessed that. I meant when those two big blokes, Crabbe and Goyle, tried to attack you.”

“Oh, that. That was Falco as well. Augureys and phoenixes are quite powerful, Harry. Their magic is in a league completely different from wizards and witches. He blasted them out the doors.”

“When did you get Falco?” Ron asked this time, looking at Griffin with newfound respect.

“When I was born. Granddad presented my mum and dad with an egg, told them it was for me and that I should name him when I could talk.”

“He’s your familiar, isn’t he?” Griffin nodded, and Ron continued to explain to Harry, “Familiars live far longer than anything else in the world, and they form a strong connection with their wizard partner. A connection so powerful that the magic they are capable of also strengthens. Which is why Falco was able to knock them out of the compartment.”

“Yep, that’s true. Sorry Falco, old buddy. I know you hate it but granddad’s orders. Into the cage until we are at the castle. Or at least outside the train.” Falco gave a clearly agitated shriek then acquiesced to being placed into the cage. The train finally came to a stop and they all looked around. Finally, Griffin spoke, “Well here we are. Home sweet home for the next seven years. Shall we get off?” Harry and Ron nodded and they all got off the train together.



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-The Sorting-

After the Sorting Hat had finished its song, Harry was not alone in breathing a sigh of relief. He saw Griffin, a few people ahead of him in line, turn around and wink. Harry had to grin at that. He’d only been away from the Dursleys for a few hours and already it seemed he had two friends, which was two more than he had ever had before. Griffin whispered, “Here we go,” and sure enough Professor McGonagall began to read the names from the parchment.

“Abbott, Hannah!”

“HUFFLEPUFF!”

“Bones, Susan!”

“HUFFLEPUFF!”

“Boot, Terry!”

“RAVENCLAW!”

“Brocklehurst, Mandy!”

“RAVENCLAW!”

“Brown, Lavender!”

“GRYFFINDOR!”

“Bulstrode, Millicent!”

“SLYTHERIN!”

Harry watched his new classmates being sorted patiently, but prickles of fear began to appear as they got closer and closer to his name. When he heard “Granger, Hermione!” He looked up. The Sorting Hat didn’t take long to look into her mind and declare, “GRYFFINDOR!” Shortly after Hermione came “le Fey, Griffin!” He watched as Griffin walked up to the hat and placed it on his head. He saw Hermione straining her neck to see Griffin. She wasn’t the only one, Harry noticed. The whole of the Hall was trying to get a look at him. Perhaps, Harry mused, I’m not the only one to be famous for something I don’t even remember or haven’t done in the wizarding world. He had to grin at that. It took the hat awhile, but then Harry remembered what Griffin had told him about his family, “My family’s really been in every house to speak of. It’s anyone’s guess where I’ll end up.” Harry certainly agreed with his assessment, it seemed the Hat wasn’t certain either. Finally he heard, “RAVENCLAW!” Harry clapped loudly with everyone else as Griffin walked to the Ravenclaw table, but not before flashing a smile at the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. It was no surprise when Malfoy was chosen to be in Slytherin. Indeed, the hat had barely touched his head when it made its announcement. Malfoy strutted off and Harry was pleased to see that Griffin was mocking him at the Ravenclaw table. Harry realized for the first time that he didn’t care where he went, so long as it wasn’t Slytherin. They looked rather annoyed, or as Griffin had said of Malfoy, as though they had dung up their noses.

“Potter, Harry!”

“GRYFFINDOR!” Harry ambled to the Gryffindor table, and searched for Griffin. He saw him and grinned as Griffin gave him a thumbs up. Harry was doubly pleased when Ron was taking a seat next to him, the Sorting Hat quickly deciding Gryffindor.



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