Notice: Next chapter will be delayed till monday. I want to get it done right.

Through A Half-Breed's Eyes

Well, it turns out that there are spells the other girls here care about.

Turns out the steam charm I've been using is pretty useful to clean fancy clothing with.

I learned this, of course, when using the steam charm to kill a spider. It seems that one of the girls (Lavender, I think) saw me cast, and immediately thought dry cleaning spell.

So I made a bit of money (about three Galleons or so) teaching them the spell.

I can say for a fact that none of them have talked to me ever since.

Oh well, a bit of money is always nice.

The demons on the grounds are starting to get restless again: likely due to the upcoming full moon.

To be honest, I've never really understood how or why certain magics are tied to the moon, but

Well.

I guess they just are.

Anyway, nearly had a rather massive slip-up in Defense today: we were practicing the knockback hex…

Well, let's just say I accidentally launched my partner across the room, and it's a good thing that mister werewolf was fast enough to get that cushioning charm up before impact.

Anyway, the flying body managed to hit a bookshelf, and even with the cushioning charm, it was enough to knock a rather perilously perched bottle of potion off.

Again, I'm just going to say this for the record: I had no idea it was up there.

So, down goes the potion, and the professor turns white, before he makes a brilliant diving catch on the bottle, rousing a room-wide burst of applause.

The teacher's looking both embarrassed, and terrified as he turns back around, clutching the potion like it's made of solid gold.

Maybe it is.

I've seen potions made of weirder.

Anyway, after a display like that, I ended up staying afterwards, hopefully to get an explanation of what evoked that rather impressive display of acrobatics.

Turns out the bottle was medicine. He didn't say what exactly the medicine was for, but from the way he stressed his words, it's either for something fatal, or incredibly embarrassing. Potentially both.

He shot me a dirty look when I asked if it was flea medicine, but besides that, I didn't get much more details.

God dammit Potter.

Turns out he, Professor Werewolf, Ronniekins, Granger,

And allegedly Black too,

All managed to get attacked by several dozen demons while me and Ginny were in classes today.

Now, normally that'd be horrifying, and Ginny'd be bawling, but apparently, they managed to get Patronuses (Patronus? Patroni?) up, and ward them off long enough to make a break for it.

Also, apparently, about halfway to the castle, the professor turned into a werewolf and just followed Black and Potter around for the rest of the trip.

Way to be a team player, man.

Either way, word's gotten out that the professor's now under rather intense scrutiny for not only aiding a wanted criminal, but also for turning into a dog in public. Very rude, that.

Potter and co have gotten off scott-free, and the demons apparently are finally 'dangerous' enough to consider being removed from the school.

So, rather than being terrified, Ginny's just mad at being unable to help.

Which is stupid, because I don't think she'd be able to pull off a Patronus.

Long story short, Potter's happier than I've ever seen him, but also looking devastated because he needs to go home for the summer (I can't imagine the streets are fun to be on, for the summer), I caught Granger passed out in the common room, with a book on

Patroni?

What the hell is the plural of Patronus?

I sure as hell am not writing 'multiple instances of the Patronus Charm' every time.

Fuck it, they're Patroni now.

Actually, I'll ask Ginny.

So, Ginny's asked me if I plan on showing up for the world-tier Quidditch match, that's going down this summer.

Of course, I had to ask what class of Demon would attack a match of that calibur. I got a light slap in the face in return.

Ginny sighed when I said that I didn't have a ticket, and it was unlikely I'd buy any.

Apparently they have a spare (one of her brothers is going with someone else) and the one spare they have is spoken for.

She did smile again when I asked if she was planning on learning a couple of tricks to put the other teams in their place, come next year.

Oh, and she has absolutely no idea what the plural of Patronus is.

I checked in with the Headmaster today, asked what sort of wards he'd be putting up on the castle to prevent the Dementors from coming back.

He paused for a couple moments, before just saying that they were nothing for me to worry about.

With nothing better to go on, I'm going to go with cautiously optimistic.

Oh!

And the plural of Patronus is, indeed Patroni.

Thank you, Dumbledore, for actually knowing.

Train. Whoopee.

This time, I'm sitting with Ginny near the Potter Three (or whatever their new nickname is). Luna's off on her own this time. I did manage to bump into her long enough to say goodbye, though.

Almost immediately upon stepping into the compartment, Ginny's brother asks the absolute worst question, namely

'So, what's it like putting up with my sister's whining all day?'

Three seconds later, he's got red hand-prints on his face from both of us.

Ignoring him like the annoyance he is, I ended up re-introducing myself, and then striking up a conversation with Potter. Potter was, at the time, shooting a look at Ginny somewhere between shocked acknowledgement, and fear.

Then again, Potter's always looking at people with a face full of fear. It's who he is, dammit.

Anyway, the plans of everyone over the summer is as follows:

Ginny: World Cup, Quidditch Practice

Ronniekins shot her a bug-eyed stare of astonishment, before I pointed at my foot, then at his crotch. That shut him up, real good.

Potter: 'surviving'

I… don't actually have anything to say about that.

Annoying Weasley: World Cup, Quidditch Practice

Granger: Studying.

I think the entire compartment groaned when she said that. As if we didn't know that!

And of course

Me: Trying to figure out what sort of horrifying monster will attack Potter next year.

That got an entire cabin's worth of eye rolls, but to my surprise, no one complained, or refuted me.

We've all been quiet for about fifteen minutes,

Oh. Well, we're here. Time to go.

Wait, isn't the train trip supposed to be two hours long?

And thus ends year 2.

There will be two omakes after this, the usual Potter one, and the long-awaited Ginny one.

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