The Journey to Hogwarts

Everyone was really interested about Aglaia. They had never seen such a young wizard use such complicated magic.

"You were really only 12 when they taught you how to disapparate?" Rons mouth was hanging open in disbelief.

"Yes. Ron, you have got to believe me on this. Greeks are the most powerful witches and wizards in the world. Everyone believes the Americans and Brits to be, but the Greeks were the first real society. So we've had more time to become highly skilled. I've been doing witchery since I was seven. And I graduated school at 14."

"Well then if your 16, and already out of school, what are you doing back in school at Hogwarts?" Harry asked.

"After graduating, I went to America for a year to study their magic. It's fascinating. The charms and spells they use there are simple and easy to use."

"Oh yea? Can you give us an example?" Ron asked.

He thought the magic they used was simple enough. There is no way the Americans made it simpler.

Aglaia faced Harry and took his glasses off his face.

"Can I use these?"

"Um, sure."

Harry knew what her demonstration was going to be. His glasses had been broken many times. If she couldn't fix them, Hermione could.

Aglaia snapped Harrys glasses in half, right on the bridge. She handed the pieces back to Harry and pulled out her wand. Hermione stared at Aglaias wand. It was just like hers! It was made of Holly and Ebony. A white handle and a black shaft. It was almost the same length as her own. Looked to be about an inch longer. She hadn't seen one that looked like hers at school. She never thought she would. Mr. Ollivander had told her that hers was unique. That she would be very lucky to find another wand like hers. Her wand is what made her spells so powerful. But Aglaia was a strong witch. Maybe it wasn't coincidence.

"Glasses fixed." Aglaia said as she did Professor Flitwicks swish and flick maneuver. Ron snorted. There was no way that charm was going to work. But it did! The pieces of Harrys glasses slowly rose out of his hands and began to spin. Faster and faster they went. Then with a pop the glasses, in tact, fell to Harrys lap.

"Wicked." muttered Ron.

Aglaia laughed at how amazed Ron was.

"Not really. But like I said, everything about American witchery is simple. It was refreshing, but dull at the same time. Like they want all Americans to have the easiest possible time being a witch."

"It may be because of the Salem witch trials." Hermione offered. "They don't want to attract to much attention to themselves and have that whole mess again. Everywhere has the same law about using magic in front of muggles. So maybe they want to use simple phrases that they can use wherever they are. From what I've heard and seen America is an awfully crowded place."

"Yea, your probably right Hermione. They were teaching the students how to use the magic without using their wands. That seemed like it was rather difficult."

"I'm sure that would be easy for you to learn though, Aglaia." Harry commented.

She was absolutely brilliant. Much smarter than Hermione. He would never tell Hermione that though.

"Please, Harry and Ron, call me Laia. No one calls me Aglaia except my family and teachers. I like my friends to call me Laia."

Laia still had her wand in her hand. Hermione felt jealous that their wands are entirely the same. She had to investigate to see how similar they were.

"Laia, you want to see something?" Hermione asked.

"Sure. What is it?"

Laia watched as Hermione reached into her cloak and pulled out her wand.

"Bloody hell. Your wands are the same. That doesn't happen too often. Sure the charm inside can be the same, like Harry and Voldemort wands have a feather from the same phoenix, but not often are too wands made exactly alike."

Harry took both the wands into his own hands and examined them. "Even the grain of the wood has been cut exactly the same. The handles are even decorated the same. Where did you get yours Laia?"

"Mr. Alivan. He told me that mine was unique and that I would never find one like mine. Something about too opposite trees being made together makes my wand especially strong."

Hermiones eyes grew big. "That's what Mr. Ollivander told me. What is your charm? Mine has a phoenix feather in it."

"Well then, they're not the same. Mine has a griffin feather in it. The fabled gold feather, supposedly."

"Yes their not from the same animal, but everything is so similar. Maybe Dumbledore could offer some advice about it. You know like how Harry and Voldemort wands are the opposite of each other. Maybe ours are the same for a reason."

"I think we should also send owls to our wand makers. See if they have any input." Laia offered.

"Good thinking. Harry may I borrow Hedwig?"

"Of course. But you may have to wait until we get back to school. I let her out of her cage so she could spread her wings. Besides she likes to fly to school."

"I suppose that will be alright. We'll be at school in a few hours."

"We can send Nyx. She's a fast flyer. She'd have no trouble at all flying to Greece then back to England." Laia stood up and reached above her to grab her bag. She pulled out two pieces of parchment and two quills. "Here Hermione, you write to Mr. Ollivander." She handed Hermione one of the quills and a piece of parchment. Laia sat back down and began her letter.

Dear Mr. Alivan,

I am on the train to Hogwarts right now as I write you this letter. I have met Miss Hermione Granger. She is truly a brilliant witch.

But something about her is quite peculiar. It seems as though we have the same wand. They are both made of Holly and Ebony. Even the grains are cut the same, as Harry Potter had noticed. (He is famous in some way that I know nothing about. But he has been a perfect gentleman to me the entire time. He even rode on top of the train trying to find me when I had tripped into the luggage compartment!)

Ronald Weasley pointed out that Harry and Vodeymort? (another wizard who is famous that I do not know why) had the same charm in their wands (a phoenix feather from the same phoenix). Then Hermione said that their wands were the opposite of each other. So we were thinking if their wands are totally different from each other and it means something. Then maybe ours being the same must mean something.

Please send a reply with Nyx. We are also writing to Mr. Ollivander for any information he might be able to give us. Thank you.

Aglaia Elddir

Laia blew onto the parchment allowing the ink to dry.

"Have you finished yours Hermione?"

"Almost. Just adding what I may think it is."

Laia ran her hand across her piece of parchment making sure the ink was dry.

"Harry would you mind holding this for me so I can call Nyx. She never strays too far. She should come rather quickly."

She handed the letter to Harry. He barely looked down at it when he noticed his name. He was amazed to find out that Laia had no idea who he was and why he was famous. She didn't even know who Voldemort was. Called him Vodeymort. That put a smile on Harrys face. There was someone out there that was not afraid of Voldemort and wasn't trying to be his friend because he was famous. He looked up from the parchment and watched his new beautiful friend call her owl from the train window.

"There finished."

Hermione did the same as Laia and blew on her parchment to dry it quickly. Laia gave Nyx a long whistle and brought her head back into the suite. As she did she glanced at Hermiones letter to Mr. Ollivander. It took up the entire front side of the parchment! There was no doubt in Laias mind that Hermione was telling him about her saving Harry and being such a young accomplished witch. Hermione began to fold up her letter when Nyx came through the window.

"Nyx, we have a job for you. It may be a journey. But your up for it right girl?"

Nyx gave a high pitched screech. Laia took her letter from Harry, folded it up and tied it to Nyxs left leg. "This letter is going to Mr. Alivan. And this letter" she took Hermiones letter from her and tied it to Nyxs right leg. "And this letter is going to Mr. Ollivander in Diagon Alley. When you get back, I promise a good nights rest and a plate full of mice."

With another high pitched screech, Nyx flew out the suite and into the afternoon sky.

Laia sat back down next to Harry. They continued talking about Laia and her skill and how she was brought up to be a witch. Harry kept thinking about how she didn't know who he was. That his parents were murdered by Voldemort. He thought if he could keep it a secret, he could really hit it off with her. He had a hard time figuring out if people liked him just because he is Harry Potter, or if they truly did like him. He knew Laia did of course. That was a great feeling. One he had never had. The school year was off to a good start.