Classes were cancelled for the day, unusual as they would have started back up the day after returning, but with the arrest of their former headmaster, it wasn't a surprise that everyone else had other things to do. All of the students were gossiping over the two events that had happened in the last 24 hours; Mrs Norris' petrification, the revelation and destruction of a Basilisk, and the arrest of Dumbledore. Of course, it was known to everyone by the end of breakfast that the latter two revolved around the two Gryffindor 2nd years that were blowing everyone's academic records out of the water.

When the pair finally left the potions classroom, the potions resting for now, they weren't surprised by the odd looks that were aimed their way, they had learnt the previous year to simply ignore them and stick to those who were true friends. There was an hour before lunch, so Lex and Mia found a free room and called for their small friend.

"Dobby, can you come here please?" Lex said softly, certain that the house elf would be able to hear him.

They waited a minute, and were about to call out again when a muted *POP* sounded, and an extremely nervous elf appeared, "Harry Potter is calling for Dobby?"

"We both are Dobby, we need to talk to you," Mia saw the nerves of the elf and calmed them, "We're not going to ask you anything about your master, so you can't betray him. Ok?"

"Thank you Harry Potter's Hermy," the bat-like ears flopped from joy.

The witch grinned, "Dobby, today your master will be coming here under the pretence of collecting belongings of his that we have said are here. There is only one thing of his that was here but is now safe, far from Hogwarts. Now when he is passed a diary, he will probably throw it away, you need to catch it, no matter where he throws it. Do you swear to do that?"

The large tennis ball eyes looked at the pair curiously before nodding, "Dobby will do so."

"Good and when you can, come and talk to us," Lex told the elf before he popped away, then asked his friend, "Should we tell him what we are once we're bonded to him?"

"From what is written, he will already know as he is connected to our very magic through the bond. He's such a sweetie though, I don't mind him knowing," Mia replied, getting up and lacing fingers with the boy.

The pair left the room, heading towards the Great Hall, knowing that Neville and Faye would be hanging around there, it being too cold to safely go into the greenhouses or fly for extended periods. As they sat across from them, their friends smiled up at them, "Now why is it we're always the last to know when you two get into trouble?"

"We weren't last, I'm sure that the news hasn't sunk into Weasley's head yet," Faye joked, "The twins ended up stunning him last night when the news came about their sister, idiot didn't want to miss the feast."

It wasn't such a surprise to the group, Ron Weasley cared about five things in life; fame, money, food, chess and Quidditch, everything else wasn't important enough. Even still, that was his only sister and she could have easily been killed.

Neville looked closely at his friends, "My Gran, she's on the Wizengamot and owled me about the proceedings last night. I hope those Muggles burn for what they did to you Harry. You're lucky that your magic wasn't affected."

"Why would it be affected?" While knowledgeable in many things, neither demigod had read anything correlating between abuse and magical disruptions.

"There's a reason that there are very few magical children abused, and those that do get abused are never the first born son. Abuse impacts your magical core, destroying portions in every incident of abuse, and because of that, those few people who have been found guilty of the crime are sentenced to life. Destruction of another's magical core is on par with killing them," the plump wizard explained before hesitating slightly.

Both demigods noticed and asked, "What is it?"

Neville blushed lightly before leaning forward slightly, "Gran also wrote in there that you are both going to be taking your OWLs and NEWTs this year. Is that true?"

"Yeah, the professors organised it, but we'll still be here, it's not like we're taking the NEWTs for every subject."

The shocked looks on their friends' faces was priceless, though Lex and Mia knew that nearly the entire school would be like that when it became common knowledge, "Wow."

"It's not that big of a thing," Hermione tried to say; only to have their friends cut her off.

"It is a huge thing, you should be so proud," the other witch said sternly, "We all have our talents, mine's flying, Neville's is Herbology, while Seamus is a genius at being a fool. It is nothing to be ashamed of or something that should be hidden. Anyway, think of the look on everyone's faces if you were to be an assistant professor next year."

That had the quartet in stitches, the mental pictures of Draco Malfoy and Weasley when they were in teaching positions nearly had them all on the floor laughing. They were pulled from their laughter by a man clearing his throat behind the demigods, who turned to see a tall thin man with balding red hair, bright but worried blue eyes and glasses looking down at them, "Mr Potter, Miss Granger?"

"Yes sir," the pair rose and looked at him.

"My name is Arthur Weasley and I wanted to personally thank you both for saving my Ginny. The Healers told me that she would have been drained of her life and magic if she had been under the control of whatever it was for much longer," Arthur held out a hand, "The Weasley family owes you both a Life Debt."

Shaking the hand, Lex said, "We only did what was right. Is Ginny going to be alright?"

The worry in the eyes grew and the man's face sank slightly, "They have her under observation for now but there is a chance she may never be as she was. I just cannot believe that none of my sons noticed that she wasn't right, it was the only thing their mother and I insisted of them."

"I think that Fred and George were aware of something being odd, we saw them talking to Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey but nothing came of it. You should talk to them sir."

Arthur nodded, "I will. Again, I can never thank you enough for saving my little girl, Mr Potter, Miss Granger."

"Harry and Hermione, Mr Weasley"

"Of course," shaking their hands once more, the father head to where Minerva was just now sitting down.

The quartet watched in fascination as the man's face grew redder and redder the longer that the pair spoke, until he exploded, "HE DID WHAT!"

Everyone in the hall flinched at the intensity in the redhead's voice, and weren't surprised when the headmistress led him from the room. Neville looked across and pondered, "I wonder what that was about?"

"Dumbledore," was all that the two demigods said.