Last Chapter belonged to Harry, so this one's Hayden's

{Blah}...Harry

{Blah}...Gabriel

"Blah"... Normal Speaking

Family Reunions...Technically

Hayden stepped out of the floo in the Leaky Cauldron. Luckily, the place wasn't very crowded, else he likely would have been swarmed. The worst part was that he was forced to grin and bear it for the sake of his parents. But today he couldn't have. The first five years had been managed by helping Harry, who was often ill (courtesy of his poor treatment). It distracted him. Then Harry was gone. Alice was born not long after, though she was never forgotten about like Harry for some reason. So he spent those six years anxiously waiting the day when he could see his twin back.

Now though he had no motivation. If anyone had crowded him and shook his hand he would have dropped all pretense of enjoying the spotlight and not-to-politely tell them all to leave him alone.

So he was relieved to see that the only people in the bar at that moment was Tom, the landlord who smiled and waved; as a friend not a fan. The others were a group of seven standing near the back door. Hayden felt a grin pull on his face, despite the devastating news that Harry was gone. Not dead though. He could tell that his brother was alive. He just didn't know where to look.

The group of people happened to contain two of his best friends: Neville Longbottom and Adrian Black. The Black's and Remus had blanked the elder Potters since Harry was hitched off to the Dursley's, yet they always found time for him, and he had convinced them that it would be worth seeing his parents so as to see Harry. The grin fell from his face. Remus and the Black's would be broken, possibly irreversibly this time. They had been so looking forward to the day. The Longbottom's would be upset too though they didn't have as strong a connection to Harry.

Looking at the group as he and his own partial family made their way towards them, he placed names to faces. There was his Godfather, Remus Lupin, Harry's Godfather Sirius and his wife Marlene McKinnon, Neville and Adrian, and Frank and Alice Longbottom, though neither was the brilliant Aurors they had been before a bout with Bellatrix Black's cruciatus curse. Marlene's family had been killed only weeks before the attack on Godric's Hollow. Marlene likely would have died to, had she not been staying with Sirius at the time.

Remus noticed them first.

"Cub!" He exclaimed, with unhidden joy. He swept forward and pulled Hayden into a tight hug that neither had had for months.

"Hey, Hay!" Sirius said, chuckling at his own joke, to which Hayden relied with "Seriously, Sirius?" That's right, he thought, Two can play at that game Padfoot!

The whole group laughed the bad puns Sirius seemed to be able to turn funny. Hayden quickly greeted his friends and family before his parents could make any sort of move. He wanted to share a moment with the rest of his family before the big bomb got dropped. Hayden not-so-subtly moved to Sirius' side ready to support him. The Grim animagus wouldn't be laughing so much soon, Hayden realized gloomily.

"James, Lily! How are you?" Alice asked, smiling brightly as she greeted them, copied by Frank.

"We're fine, Alice. Thank you, how are you lately," Lily replied, eager to catch up to someone who had been one of her closest friends in school. After Snape, until fifth year, anyway.

"We're recovering," Frank said with a small smile. Then he looked down and saw Alice (Hayden's sister) and grinned. "And you must be Alice, right?" said girl could only nod shyly.

James turned to the former Marauders. Everyone visibly stiffened as the tension increased tenfold.

"Padfoot, Moony," James said as way of greeting.

"James," Remus said slightly strained. Clearly, he (or Moony) wasn't as forgiving of James as everyone thought.

Sirius' voice though, was cold and clear "Lord Potter" he said formally, and James visibly winced at the cold response. Then his eyes narrowed as he studied the group in front of him. Hayden realized what was going to happen, and prepared himself for the devastation of Sirius.

"Where's Harry?"

The question seemed to set something off with Remus as well. Suddenly he was much more alert, looking around with a piercing gaze that you could tell was searching very specifically for someone. The Longbottom's looked questionably at James and Lily, though theirs was more of a curious interest in the answer as opposed to the accusing glares of Hayden's 'uncles', or the disapproving one from Marlene.

After exchanging a worried glance, James spoke up, speaking softly, slowly and holding up his hands in a placating way "Sirius, don't get mad. We went to get him. Earlier today, even. But he wasn't there, he..."

Whatever else he was going to say was cut off as Sirius let out a ragged sob. Sirius never cried. Never. It was an undoubted fact of life that the ever grinning Sirius Black did not cry. But he did now.

Remus looked ready to as well, but he held it back by glaring at James in a way he never had before.

"You never should have sent him away," he snarled.

"We've told Dumbledore. If Harry arrives at Hogwarts, we'll know," Lily said, seemingly trying to diffuse the situation before it got out of hand. In fact she probably was doing that as well, but Hayden knew his mother. She was trying to suppress whatever guilt had finally (after six years) found it's way to her.

"Albus said that Harry's letter was sent out, and the owl came back with a confirmation. We just don't know where he is," James said, presumably in an effort to get back in the the other Marauders. Hayden stifled a scoff. He was doing it the wrong way. Get Harry to forgive you, and eventually Padfoot and Moony will too. He didn't share his thoughts though. Let his father figure it out on his own. It would take him long enough. He deserved it. Even though Hayden loved him, he knew that. His father's words also revealed why they had taken so long in leaving Potter Manor. They must have floo called Dumbledore, while they were there.

"And Sirius and I'll be there this year so we can keep an eye out," James said, having continued talking while Hayden thought. He caught onto that though, but didn't question it. He would get the standard "We'll tell you later" reply.

Everyone was saved from the unbearable tension when Marlene suggested they get on with the shopping anyway, because they would still need to buy things for Hayden, Neville and Adrian. So the group decided to first head off to Gringotts, so that they could get the money needed for the shopping. Also, according to Frank the Weasley's had passed by heading that way so they decided to meet up with them and do the pre-term shopping with them.

Upon entering the huge white building with a warning on the door-more of a threat really. One that Adrian had commented on with a sarcastic 'Nice'. Adrian had rich black hair and grey eyes. He looked like a complete copy of his father. Acted like one two. They had the same personality, though Dri was a bit more compassionate than his dad had been, thanks to his mother. Regardless, they immediately saw a group of red heads, third in line from a teller, with no one behind them. So the three family group strode over to them. As usual Molly babied him, Dri and Nev, and began to scold James, Sirius and Remus for one thing or another, but this time stopped when she saw the miserable looks on their faces. Percy was pompous as per the norm, Ginny was wonder-struck by him, and Ron greeted his four friends boisterously. That was the one annoying thing about Ron. He never understood that sometimes people had to be alone, and as such came across as insensitive.

Then came the two that Hayden was dreading seeing. Not that he didn't like them. He usually loved them. But not today. Today they simply brought up maybe's, what-if's and bad memories.

Fred and George. The Weasley twins. Identical, pranksters to heart and soul, always finishing each others sentence's. Would Harry and I have been like that. They weren't at first, but they might have got into the habit. That was one example of the many questions and wondering s about what his and Harry's life could have been like.

Right then in the present however, the Twins were cracking off jokes and Ron seemed angry about something or other. Hayden returned to the land of the living just in time, it seemed.

"Hey Ron, what's up?" Adrian asked. They all assumed that it was something said or done by one of his older brothers.

"Stupid Diggory's," That was unexpected. The Diggory's, to Hayden's knowledge were nice people.

"What do you mean?" Neville questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"We've been waiting here for over half-an-hour," Ron ranted "Then the Diggory's just stroll past every one else and go straight down! What makes them so much better than us?!"

Just as he said this the offending family walked back through the crowded entrance hall. Hayden was surprised to see not three as he had expected, but rather four people, the youngest of which was a brown haired, green eyed boy about his own age. Confused, Hayden thought back to every time he had met the Diggory's and concluded with certainty that they only had one son.

It was further confirmed when Adrian leaned in and said "I thought the Diggory's only had one son," the confusion was clear in his voice too.

"Well kids..." one twin said

"...they did..." the other continued

"...the other..."

"...turned up..."

"..About a year ago" they finished together.

Ron was glaring at the family as they walked past. He looked like he was going to speak up so Hayden pulled him, Neville and Dri over to their parents, who were standing stiffly. The tension seemed to be unbearable, and Hayden suddenly didn't quite want to be around when it exploded. As it inevitably would. Forming a plan, he walked up to them and tapped his mother on the shoulder.

"Mum, instead of going to the vault can we go get our wands?" he asked adding a hopeful, pleading look to his face. In he background he could see Sirius smirking and Remus' eyes shone with amusement. He knew that they would likely have enough money on them for them to do that.

As he predicted they caved and the quartet moved off to Olivander's, after agreeing to meet their parents at Quality Quiditch Supplies

Harry smiled contentedly as he walked through the streets of Diagon Alley. His new blade was tucked securely up his sleeve, where it would stay until he needed to use it. He had also taken a pendant with the Mark of Gabriel etched into it, and it now hung from around his neck, sending a warning about who's protection he was under to everyone. Even those who didn't know who Gabriel was, would still be able to tell that it meant Harry was looked after, due to some enochian runes the pendant had.

"So Harry where do you need to go next?" Anna asked

Harry thought for a moment, deliberating with Gabriel at the same time, before replying. "Well, I already have my robes, and I can conjure any books I need, even though I'm well ahead of first year material. So all that's left is a wand, telescope and Potions equipment,"

"We can get the other equipment when we get Cedric's new potions equipment. You go get your wand, and we'll meet you Fortesque's," Amos said, adding a wink at the last part. This was followed by laughter as Harry's eyes lit up and he took off to the Wand-makers shop. He barely took any notice of the faded sign that proudly displayed the shops name and confirmed that the family business had indeed been going for along time. In fact the only thing he noticed was that it was very old.

{Your observation skills are breathtaking}

{If you can't be helpful then be quiet} he 'said', forcefully pushing a wall over the link. He still heard Gabe's huffed response (telling him to get a move on so they could get to Fortesque's)

Harry pushed open the door, and looked around. His angel sense's told him that the wards were telling Ollivander just who exactly had entered the store. So that's how he does it. Cedric had mentioned that Ollivander rather liked to creep people out, and he often knew what their names were regardless of their blood status. Harry suspected that Dumbledore used a similar method for knowing who was knocking on his door.

So when Ollivander was about to speak, Harry beat him to the punch.

"Good system, Mr Ollivander. I'll bet it works well on scaring first years,"

The old wand-maker looked surprised for a second a he stepped out from behind the shelves. His narrowed eyes searched Harry as though trying to decipher him. The man's round eyes landing on the pendant, and as realized what it was, he gaped.

"And the penny drops," Harry said, "I'll keep it simple. I am Harry. Gabriel is a passenger."

{(Scoffs) Thanks, it's good to know what you think of me}

{No problem}

"Well, I must say it's a pleasure, mister..." Harry cut him off.

"Gabriel. Harry Gabriel. It's the name I chose. Though if you want my full name it would be Harrison James Gabriel Potter Diggory, due to various circumstances. I chose Gabriel, and ditched the James Potter part. I added Diggory when they took me in," he explained {Though, they didn't officially adopt me and therefore I don't actually have that name}

{Yeah but if we'd tried, the Potter's would have just blocked us. By the way your hair's going black again}

Scowling, Harry forced his hair back to the wavy light brown hair that he used most. His low level Metamorphmagus ability meant he could only change his hair style, length and colour, but it still allowed him to change his appearance. If he wanted to change his looks more, he'd just used his grace for it.

{Whose Grace, exactly?}

{Fine, OUR grace. Happy?}

Sighing Harry turned back in time to A) hear four people enter the store just as he walked to the desk, and B) See Ollivander pull out a delicately runed box, presumably containing a wand. Harry was shocked (as was Gabriel) and both were also elated to realize that the box was covered in enochian runes. Gabriel's knowledge of the language translated what was written on the box for them. Summed up, the box contained the wand that contained the feather of the Angel Balthazar. Their good mood dropped as they realized that the other people in the room was his former twin and his friends.

"Oi! Diggory!" Harry spun to see that the Weasel's {Ha, good one} face was reminiscent of his hair.

"Yes?" Harry asked cautiously.

"Why does everyone else have to wait, and yet you lot get to just walk through like you own the bloody place?!" Weasel's, sorry Weasley's face was getting redder and redder. The other boy's looked like they also wanted to know the answer, but were merely curious.

"Sorry Weasley, but it' called having some brains. Not that you'd be familiar with the concept," the curly, dark haired boy let out a bark of laughter that vaguely resembled a dog {Strange}{Definitely}. The other two looked unsure as whether to laugh or scowl at him for the insult.

Harry continued "You see, I know how to respect a Goblin. Which means that I get attended by Ragnok himself. Since no one else does, I was able to go straight down," he said, twisting the facts around so that the tale was still mostly true, but also not revealing anything about himself. Like hell am I going to tell theses idiot's that I have one the most important vaults in the bank.

Harry turned back as Ollivander set more wands on the desk. He knew that he'd need two wands, as each would only properly work for either Gabe or Harry. Though it's not like they actually needed them. Still, two wands would make the Weasel jealous, so it was an everybody who mattered wins situation right. And everyone who mattered happened to be himself, Gabe, Ollivander and possibly the unfortunate sod who annoyed Harry first. {So maybe not everyone wins. Idiots don't}

{But you said that YOU win. How does that work}

{...Jerk}

{Yup!}

Harry reached out and took the offered wand. Ollivander had seemingly decided that Harry should try Balth's wand first, so he had pulled it out of the amazing silver and runed box. He held the brown wand out to him. The colour seemed to shift between shades, and looked like it was sparkling. Harry was curious as to what wood it was made from.

Harry took the wand, after telling Ollivander that he was he was left handed (he wasn't. He was ambidextrous, but his blade was in his right sleeve, so his wand would go in his left) and it reacted. Warmth seemed to spread across his body as he held the wand that held the feather of one of his technically brothers. God, his family tree must be so ridiculously big. He felt a mental poke. {Don't use Dad's name so lightly. You'd think you would have learned}

However, as red and gold and blue and green sparks shot out of the wand, they weren't as bright, nor did they last as long as they could have.

Ollivander frowned "It accepts you but something's holding it back.." He trailed off as Harry realized what that must mean. He 'stepped back' from control of his body and Gabriel took the stage. Ollivander's eyes widened in surprise as he saw their eyes change from emerald (or possibly AK) green, to sparkling Gold. The wand did the same as before though this time to a much, MUCH, larger degree.

"How much?" Gabe asked in that smug, drawling voice that wrecked their vocal chords. At the moment however, Harry didn't care as he was mentally berated and slapping Gabriel. The others would surely catch onto the difference. Gabriel spoke differently, both in a different voice and tone (Harry's was polite and eloquent, whilst Gabriel's was smug and cocky), Gabriel walked with more of a dramatic flair and swagger, and held himself half-slouched, yet still alert, in contrast to Harry's relaxed but ready pose.

His worries seemed to be unfounded as no one noticed anything at all, save for Ollivander.

Harry took control again before they did.

"That wand is free. It's not mine to sell. I am simply here to pass it on to it's true master when he finds it. 11 inches, flexible, made of Eden Tree Wood, and containing a very rare feather. I assume you know which?" Ollivander asked. Harry nodded.

"Now for your other..."

"WHAT! HE GETS TWO" Weasel number six, if he counted right said (he'd really have to learn names soon), cried out in anger.

"Yes, because I NEED them," Harry replied, stressing the word 'need', before turning back to the wands. They must have spent nearly twenty minutes rolling through multiple wands. "Yew wood, dragon heartstring", "Oak wood, Unicorn hair", "Holly and Phoenix feather". None of the wands worked, though the last one came closest. Then Ollivander pulled out another wand. This one was in a box made of pure black material, but it also had some runes on it. For example, Harry could tell that it was infused with holy oil, and blood sigil's, thereby preventing Angels from stealing it.

Ollivander pulled it out, the wand was pitch black, with quite a shine to it. It looked, from a certain angle, like it was made from living shadows. The wand reacted like Balthazar's had with Gabriel. Ollivander and Harry grinned at finding a wand. The others in the store cheered as he finally finished.

"Much like the first, this wand will cost you nothing," Que more protests from Ron "It was left in my care for the day someone worthy found it. It is 12 1/2 inches, inflexible, made from Purgatory wood, containing a Hell Hound Fang,"

Harry, with wide eyes at having two free, very powerful wands with such rare cores. One of a kind probably. He knew that Balthazar had made his wand, but where did the others come from? He pushed his musings aside for later, and listened into the conversation around him, learning what wands the others got. The chubby boy (Neville Longbottom, he learned) found his Cherry and Unicorn Hair wand fairly quickly. Ron Weasley also got through his selection only slightly slower (his was made from Willow with a Unicorn hair). Then it got interesting. Adrian Black was revealed to be the boy with the bark like laugh. He took a fair bit longer than his friends but eventually was chosen by a wand made of Birch Wood and Dragon Heartstring. Finally after the longest wait yet (Harry/Gabriel not withstanding) Hayden ended up with the Holly and Phoenix feather wand.

After they had paid and left, Harry dropped forty galleons on the counter.

"But they're free. You don't need to..."

"Consider it a tip, then, for looking after them for me for so many years," then he walked out, heading for Fortesque's eagerly awaiting the start of the school year. And the ice cream.