This is getting more and more boring, so this time I won't say that I'm not the owner of Harry Potter and it belongs to J. K. Rowling... Damn...

After that night, there were only couple of days before the End of Term. Harry again was one of those staying at Hogwarts over Christmas. He had too much work to do to be going anywhere, and essays that teachers assigned were only the start of it.

On the last day before most of the students went home, Harry was returning from library alone, Hermione and Neville busy with packing, when he noticed strangest Christmas decorations. From walls and ceiling of the corridor he was walking in, there were hanging all types of clothes, from shoes, through cloaks, shirts and skirts, ending with accessories like scarf's.

As peculiar that was, when he rounded the corner, there was something more intriguing. Rest of the corridor was decorated in similar fashion, but at the end of it, there was standing a little blond girl from Ravenclaw as her robes stated, staring with unblinking eyes at a pair of shoes hanging from the ceiling. Her wand was stuck behind her ear, as she didn't even attempt to levitate or otherwise move the things that Harry guessed were hers, hanging far beyond her reach. Next to her there could be seen couple of other girls, standing in a tight bunch and not even suppressing snorts of giggles at the lone girls trouble. Then the girl blinked, and moved her gaze right... past Harry?

Harry turned, following her gaze, and noticed Magie standing behind him. He once again looked at the girl, who now had her head tilted to one side, but still watching Magie with her unblinking, dreamy eyes. Harry once more looked at Magie, slightly shook his head, after which she vanished. When she was gone, the blonde girl blinked once more, straightened her head, and returned to just staring at the pair of shoes hanging from the ceiling.

"What? You noticed one of those Nargle's you keep..." Harry could make out from girls who were now laughing fully, before...

'She's a natural. Rowena would like her.'

Harry turned to the part of the corridor he came from, and there, leaning against the corner, out of sight of the young girl, stood Slytherin.

'What do you mean?' Harry asked switching his gaze to the girl.

'Like I told you, Rowena was connected to the wind. That it itself isn't quite peculiar, unless you mention that she was thinking like wind blows.' at Harry's confused look, Salazar continued. 'Air is everywhere, so wind can come from any direction. Most people have linear type of thinking. Even for most wizards of my time it was enough to find one connection that they needed to do a spell. Rowena on the other hand could instantly make connections to multiple possibilities from one starting point. She was best at research because when we had to try multiple times, changing approach until we got something right, she seemed to... juggle magic. She started doing something, and if it went wrong even so slightly, she just changed direction, just like with wind, and could steer to a desired ending. That's what I mean when I called that blond girl natural. Rowena was a natural at noticing spells, energy or other things. To her it was just like a breeze on her skin.'

'That would explain how she instantly noticed Magie. But why is she...' Harry left it hanging, watching the girl who was still just standing there.

'I've seen it only once in my entire life.' Salazar begun, with sadness in his eyes. 'Magical education, even in my times, started at certain stage of life. I don't know how they ended with eleven years old, but at first it was the time when child stopped daydreaming and asking for bedtimes stories, and started to ponder the world and ask for explanations. While most young wizards and witches went through that change relatively smoothly, slowly exchanging fairytale with what adults taught them, or even their own observations, there could happen something that would interrupt that process. The one case I saw, was a little child who lost its way in a forest. It returned after nearly two months, and after being asked what happened, it told how things that couldn't possibly exist helped it to survive by bringing food, creating shelter and such. After that, the child couldn't be persuaded that those things were representations of magic. There was no way to prove that they didn't exist, because the child would come up with a power those creations had, that would unable us catching or even touching them.' Salazar finished with a tired shake of his head.

'To say simply. While you make distinction between what is real, and what only you can see, the blond girl standing there can't do that. She sees those two worlds as one, and can't tell one from other, because if there is a friction between the two, she would just bend the imaginary one, and her magic would make it true. I think that she can use a wand, like the child from my time could, since she don't acknowledge the connection between her and what her magic created.'

'Wait, then you mean I too could use a wand?' Harry asked in surprise.

'In theory, yes. But only if you stop treating Magie like you do now. You would have to...' Salazar wanted to continue, but was interrupted.

'No, thank you. I was just asking.' Harry said with a smile. 'But what about her?' he asked while pointedly looking at the young Ravenclaw. 'Is there a way to help her?'

'You could always try.' replied Salazar with a slight smile, before vanishing.

Harry stood there a while, pondering the girl and still chuckling group near her, group that still haven't noticed him, having too much fun as it was.

'Magie?' he called softly.

'Hmm?' came a reply, and he noticed her standing in the spot from which Slytherin vanished moments before.

'Sorry about earlier...'

'Nevermind it. I wasn't comfortable in the first place, you know, with her staring at me.' she answered with a smile.

'Could you give me something like...' he started, just to be interrupted again.

Magie just took a stuffed toy from behind her back. It was a slightly over-used plush dog.

'I might have forgot to constantly remind you how wonderful you are.' Harry said with a smile, making her blush slightly.

'Just remember to bring it back!' she mumbled loudly, blushing even deeper, as Harry started walking in the direction of Ravenclaws. Her comment just made him grin broadly.

"Hey! You there!" Harry yelled as he got near the end of corridor.

At that, the group of girls stopped everything they were doing, watching with scowls what this might be about. The blond girl just blinked, and switched her attention to him, staring with her dreamy eyes.

"I heard, you knew a thing or two about unknown species. My friend caught this one, and I was wondering if you knew what it was." Harry said, holding the toy-dog right in front of her.

"OH! You have Brown-bellied Woofminster. They're very rare." the girl exclaimed.

"Well, thanks for clearing that one out. I'm sorry that I can't leave it with you, but it's very important to my friend, and I said I would bring it right back."

"Shame. Daddy would like a picture or two for Quibbler. Have you read it before?"

"No, I haven't. I'm Harry by the way." he said, while extending his hand.

"Yes I know. I'm Luna."

They kept talking like that, with Luna petting the toy, both paying no attention to the group standing slightly to the side.

Girls in that group on the other hand were staring dumbfound as Harry Potter, THE Harry Potter, was talking with Luna Lovegood of all people, talking about something he was holding, but they couldn't see. Each and every one of them were wondering, but wouldn't admit it, if there wasn't something wrong with their eyes. Too confused to even think, the girls left.

"You want some help with those?" Harry asked at one point, looking at the things still hanging all around the corridor.

"Well... If you could." Luna replied with a shrug.

'Magie, go fish!' Harry said, referring to the card game.

Magie just rolled her eyes, but already had a fishing pole, and even a fishing hat. She dismissed the fact that Luna was again staring at her, when she swung hear pole and sent the hook flying towards nearest thing. But instead of stopping at that, the hook flew further, through other things, even those hanging around the corner of the corridor. When Magie at last felt that she "caught" everything, she rolled the line back, making all the thing flying towards her.

"Did you know that you have around you a large bunch of..." Luna started.

"Luna, maybe we will talk about it after the break? You still need to pack, and I would rather read up on Quibbler than always ask you to explain everything."

"OK." she answered simply, gathered her things and went along her way.

'Now for Salazar to teach me enchanting.' Harry thought, cogs in his head turning.

With few students in the castle, and his school-work done in the early days of the break, Harry had lots of time to practice.

Enchanting wasn't anything like Harry thought it would be. There was no complex things to do, or exhausting yourself while feeding the energy for the enchantment to hold. It was once again changing your perception on things. Wand-less enchantment wasn't about making inanimate object act in any kind of way. It was opposite. Treating said object like it was already alive, merely in a deep sleep, staying motionless. Harry just had to imagine what that particular object would act like when it was awake, if it would bounce around, sing, or anything else. And just like in any previous situation, where his determined mind wend, magic followed.

The only problem was to be precise, while not overcomplicating. Object that would be imprecise, would act in random ways, not really serving its purpose. That which had too many "commands" to follow, wouldn't do anything at all if it was placed in situation with two different orders to do at one time.

The trick was just like with the Sorting Hat. To give the object a personality of sorts. While beginners like Harry couldn't make anything as aforementioned Hat, he could manage a basic sort of "intelligence". While not smartest, it was enough for enchanted things to follow its given purpose on its own, without any additional help.

As for the power to sustain enchantment, it again was stupidly simple. Wand magic spells had to rely on power from the caster, or energy in ward stones, for the enchantment to continue. On the other hand energy in wandless magic mingled with energy already in the surrounding area, so as long as there was ambient magic, it could sustain itself quite nicely. At one point Harry wondered, if instead of enchanting, it was putting a little of real life in inanimate objects.

Gathering all those small things up, enchanting wasn't that hard at all. More than tricky at most. But with whole Christmas alone, Harry managed to do what he had in mind.

It was first feast after everyone got back, with everyone swapping stories of their Christmas. Everyone, except a single blond girl sitting at Ravenclaw table, picking slowly at her food.

Since there was high spirit, no one noticed a white blur flying into the Great Hall, making one round over the Ravenclaw table, and shooting out of just as quickly. All that was left in its wake, was a box in Christmas wrapping, suspended on a small parachute, gently floating in the air. As it begun to drop lower and lower, everyone started to pay attention to it. Everyone, except a single blond girl sitting at Ravenclaw table, picking slowly at her food.

The said girl blinked when the box finally settled right in front of her. Not paying any attention that almost everyone was looking in her direction, she reached out, and untied a bow on top of the box. As soon as she did that, the box fell apart, revealing strangest elephant-looking toy ever. There was a sign behind it saying "I'm sorry for being late." and another note, which it seemingly held with its trunk.

Luna reached and took the note, and jumped slightly when the creature sneezed, locked its eyes with hers, before doing couple of laps around her plate, and lying down to sleep in the place it started out from. The note said:

I know that it isn't the one you saw earlier, or even the real thing, and I'm sorry about that. But this one is entirely yours and no one will be able to take it away from you.

Everyone in the Great Hall looked at one another, not understanding what was happening. But Luna just turned, and looked across the confusion, straight at Harry, with disturbingly clear gaze and a slight smile playing on her lips.

At first Harry wasn't sure if he did everything right, but that was short lived, as some angry muttering could be heard from some Ravenclaws.

What Harry essentially did, was to make the strange elephant hide from everyone who meant it harm. Just like children playing hide and seek, it would cover its eyes when it would like to hide, but unlike with children, it actually couldn't be seen by the person it was hiding from.

So, while some Ravenclaws were growing more and more frustrated, being unable to take from Luna something she cared about, others were looking at them more strangely, while they were cursing about an object sitting right in front of them.

Returning to his contemplations about enchanting vs life giving, Harry had to smile at the idea that Luna now owned one and only "living" Shy-Flapping Sneezingle.