Hermione\'s Equal

Year One
-Diagon Alley-
Before they could enter Ollivander’s shop, Harry heard, “Hagrid!” He and Hagrid turned to see three people coming towards them. Hagrid broke out in a huge grin and grabbed Harry’s shoulder, steering him toward what Harry guessed was a wizarding family. “Arcus! Emma!” Hagrid shouted and stopped in front of them, Harry shaking a little from Hagrid’s force upon his shoulder. “Harry, this here’s Arcus and Emma le Fey. And this’s their son Griffin. Oi ye’ve grown! Last I saw, you was on’y a baby!”
Griffin looked as uncomfortable as Harry did, which was a relief to the latter. “He is growing alot, isn’t he?” Emma looked at her son adoringly, and Harry was suddenly reminded of the pale boy in Madame Malkin’s shop.
“C’mon Mum, lay off.” Harry smirked as Griffin managed to escape his mother’s hold.
“So anyway, Hagrid, what brings you here?”
“Hogwarts business, o’course. I was ordered by Professor Dumbledore to collect Harry from his aunt and uncle and help him get everything he needed for the school year.”
Griffin brightened up considerably at the mention of Albus Dumbledore. Griffin turned to his mother, “Can I go in and get my wand, Mum?”
“Well, I don’t know, but I do need to talk to Hagrid about the potions he has asked me for…Arcus, what do you think?”
“I think I’ll go in while you and Hagrid conduct business. Does Harry also need a wand, Hagrid?”
“Yep, we got ever’thing else, first.” Hagrid turned to Harry, “You go on wi’ Arcus an’ Griffin, ye’ll be fine. I’ll see ya soon.”

They stepped into Ollivanders shop, and Harry looked around in wonder. “Ollivander’s makes the finest wands in the wizarding world, Harry. You’ll be set with one of his wands.” Harry looked up at Arcus, who was looking down at Harry as a father would look at his son. Harry thought this odd, but at least the le Fey’s weren’t staring at him as though he was some kind of hero. He did notice, though, that Griffin looked just as nervous as he did. In the back of the store they heard noise, and suddenly an old man, looking rather worn but wearing a broad grin was coming at them. “Arcus le Fey, as I live and breathe. And you,” he looked at Griffin and Harry, “must be his sons.”
Arcus clapped his hand on Griffin’s shoulder, “Just this one, sir. Harry’s a family friend, of sorts.”
“Ah, yes; Mr. Harry Potter. I wondered when I would meet you. Well, let’s get started measuring you lot. Which arm is your wand arm.”
“Right.” Griffin answered, looking anxious.
“Er-I’m right handed.”
“Good, good. He pulled out two tape measures, which began measuring the boys by themselves. Arcus had settled down into a chair and was watching the scene with what Harry could only describe as great amusement. Ollivander pulled down boxes as he explained that each wand chose the wizard and recalled Arcus’ first purchase, Emma’s first purchase and Harry’s parents’ wand purchases.
“Now let me, yes why not.” He pulled down a shiny box and presented it to Griffin.
Griffin reached in, hands a little shaky and almost as instantly as he had picked it up Mr. Ollivander had taken it from him. “No no, that won’t work. Perhaps, this one. No, no.”
It was nearly a half hour later and neither Harry nor Griffin had apparently found the right wand. Harry’s arm was beginning to get tired. Flustered, Mr. Ollivander disappeared into the back. For the second time since they had met, Griffin spoke. “Dad, does it always take this long?”
Harry looked to Arcus for the answer, “Well your mother’s was the very first he pulled but mine took him about thirty tries.” Arcus looked at Harry, “Lily also took a long time to find her first wand.”
Harry dared to ask, “Did you know my mum and dad?”
“Know them? Why Lily and Emma were best friends in school. They were always trying to outshine the other at Potions. Lily had a natural talent, you see. Personally, I struggled with Potions. I was so glad that I didn’t have to continue on into the N.E.W.T. class.”
“And my dad?”
“James and I played Quidditch against each other for our houses. I was in Slytherin, he was in Gryffindor. That should have made us bitter enemies, I suppose and through school we were always playing pranks on one another. But after school ended and we both had moved on into the real world we became friends. Emma was truly stricken when she learned of their deaths. We both were. It was a terrible, terrible loss.”
Suddenly Mr. Ollivander was back, with just two boxes. He handed one to Griffin and the other to Harry. “Here you are boys, try these. Holly and Phoenix feather, eleven inches, supple to Mr. Potter and ebony and Augurey feather, 13 inches, pliable to Mr. le Fey.” Both boys looked at him curiously, but did as they were told. Harry felt a sudden warmth in his fingers and brought the wand up and down, as red sparks popped out of the end of it. He looked over and noticed that Griffin was having the same effect, but with golden sparks. Arcus grinned broadly and applauded as Mr. Ollivander exclaimed, “Bravo! Oh indeed, a marvelous show. You were both such tricky customers. But still I thought…”
“Thought what, sir?” Griffin asked tentatively, looking at Mr. Ollivander curiously.
“Well, Mr. Potter’s wand, why it’s brother gave him that scar. The phoenix only gave one other feather, you see. And it was the wand that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named purchased from me long, long ago. And as for you, Mr. le Fey, Augurey feathers are nearly impossible to get. Why, that’s the only wand I’ve made in the past several decades with an Augurey feather. Very curious…that Augurey only gave one feather. Absolutely refused to give another. Augurey feathers have powerful protective charms on them; it will have a great impact upon your defensive work.”

As they left Harry finally broached the subject, “What’s an Augurey?”
“Its other name is the Irish Phoenix. They cry at the sound of rain; well, most do. Falco doesn’t. He cries at the sound of danger.”
“Falco?” Harry looked at Griffin.
“He’s my pet Augurey. Well, he’s more like a familiar really.” Harry nodded and followed them back to the Leaky Cauldron. There they met with Emma and Hagrid once again, and Hagrid grinned broadly as Harry recounted his search for the right wand.

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-Aboard the Hogwarts Express-
The door of the compartment opened, and there stood Griffin le Fey. “Hi Harry,” Griffin smiled happily at him.
Harry was so relieved to see a face he recognized, he grinned back. “Hey Griffin.”
“Mind if I join you?”
“Oh no, please do. I’m a bit alone, apparently.” Harry’s eyes widened as Griffin heaved his trunk in through the door. Sitting atop it was a green and black bird that looked absolutely magnificent. “So that’s Falco?”
“Yup. Say, can you give me a hand with my trunk?” The two of them managed, though Harry had no idea how, to successfully push it up into the luggage rack. Griffin opened up Falco’s cage and the two watched as he exited, perched on top of the door frame and glared at Griffin.
“He doesn’t seem too happy.”
“He doesn’t like being cooped up, but Mum insisted. He had to be in his cage. Personally, I don’t see why. Toads and cats don’t have to be.”
They chatted freely for the next ten minutes, and finally Harry felt comfortable enough to broach the subject. “Griffin, if you don’t mind me asking, you certainly seem alot more cheerful now than you did in Diagon Alley.”
Griffin’s face turned grave. “Well, I guess I can explain it to you. My grandfather is Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts. My father is Arcus Albus Percival Wulfric le Fey, Captain and Chaser for the Falmouth Falcons. My mother is Emma Celestia Pittiman le Fey, Potions Mistress and the inventor of a number of successful and incredibly useful potions. My ancestry dates back to Morgana and Merlin themselves; Morgana on my father’s side and Merlin on my mother’s. So, Harry, I have alot to live up to. My dad wants me to go into Quidditch while my mum wants me to follow in her footsteps and pursue a ‘more worthwhile career’ (he mimicked her voice here, and Harry laughed) in Potions. But honestly, I’m more interested in just being a student; not the grandson of the Headmaster and godson of the Transfiguration mistress and the Potions master.”
Harry took all of this in, and had to smile, “It’s funny, I thought you were lucky to have all those wizards in your family and here you are kinda wishing you were in my shoes. Hey Griffin, can you explain Quidditch? Hagrid tried but couldn’t really compare it to anything muggle-related.”
Griffin grinned at him and then launched into a very detailed description of Quidditch, and the roles of each of the players and the balls.