April, May, and half of June passed by as it normally did, everyone extremely pleased with the progress of the students who were either in the first three years in potions, and/or were in tutoring with Alex and Hermione. The 4 witches returned from their suspension, and didn't do anything at all except go to class, detentions, and meals, their own house shunning them for what they had done. The 7th year wasn't bothering with her NEWTs, she would need to return for another year to wipe her bad mark from her record, not that Minerva was pleased about that loophole. Weasley had broken the Marauders' record for number of detentions one person can have, a record that was nothing to be proud of, and got his parents a letter home.

Luna was flourishing in Gryffindor, everyone was accepting of her eccentricities, especially after learning that Alex and Hermione were able to see the creatures also. For a break, Faye and Luna would head out and practice her Keeper skills, learning that it was like riding a bike, you never truly forget. When the prospective Quidditch captain, Angelina Johnson, had seen her out there, she'd been overjoyed, practically kissing the blonde, and the twins had done, one on each cheek, leading her to blush as brightly as their hair.

When OWLs and NEWTs finally came about, the demigods were supervising, not participating as they wanted some semblance of student life, which they would lose the second they sat their final NEWTs. Alex suffered through his Divination exams, getting a headache from the incense in the rooms and Trelawney trying to predict his death, but had predicted enough to earn high marks.

The weather allowed for all tutoring sessions to be held outside in the sun, and everyone was invited. They typically became sit-down discussions with the older students, while the younger ones would practice whatever spells they wished either on the dummies or a variety of objects. In a few, the odd professor would come and join in, and Nye could be found in each one, always ready for the attention his presence brought. It was a great way to both relax and learn, a practice that was loved by all.

When the test results came their second last morning, Alex and Hermione were given a standing ovation by those they had helped, there were more passes that year than any other in the last 80 years, as written in the letter sent to them from Griselda Marchbanks. That night, it was heavily sighing Gryffindor who won the two cups again; with inter-house fights at an all-time low, and heavy point losses they got from Weasley, the lions had only won over Slytherin by 32 points.

That night, the demigods head down to the forest, spending their last night with the centaur and Nye, who had decided to stay there once more. As they walked down the path, the couple were wrapped together, "Another year over and done with."

"Yeah but this time we helped so much more. Just seeing those faces as they realised that their marks meant they could do what they planned for life, it was definitely worth it," Alex groaned then, "Even the kiss from Ollie."

Hermione giggled in his embrace, "I don't know, I think you liked it more than mine."

With a growl, the wizard pinned his love against a tree and whispered, "Really?"

"Well prove me wrong then Olympius"

The couple kissed heavily until they were interrupted by the clearing of a throat, "Running late for anything?"

"Nothing at all Firenze," the teens said as they turned and followed him into his home, "Nye, have you been good?"

"Aren't I always?" Came the reply.

"No," laughing, the couple rolled onto the moss and onto their familiar, "You sure you're going to be fine here?"

"I have Firenze and don't have to stay in the forest anymore, I'll be fine"

From the fire, the centaur called out, "Come, read the skies."

Hermione rushed over, landing on her back instantly, Alex following slower. The witch allowed her eyes to become unfazed and spoke in a light voice, "Krotos is bright, a satyr, Pyxis is bright, a guide to go home."

Alex smiled softly, loving watching her let loose with her abilities, "So the gods have sent a satyr to get us back home. How exactly will he or she find us?"

"Satyrs aren't gods; they are descendants of Pan, the God of the Wild but are hybrids so aren't constricted by the block as gods are. It is like how I was able to find you," Firenze explained, "Satyrs are the deliverers and protectors of demigods, so whoever is sent, will find you."

"Well, we still aren't going off until we hear from your friend Firenze, as the Fates have decided," the teens stated stubbornly.

The centaur ruffled the demigods' hair, "I wouldn't think any different."

"Mind the hair"

"You know, you'll be able to plait that soon Alexander," Firenze commented.

Having not had more than a trim all their lives, Alex's hair was nearing his shoulders, while Hermione's was at her mid-back, "A ponytail will suit me fine. It adds to my mystique."

That had all three of the others laughing, the witch embracing her love, "Love, I adore it but it just makes you more Alex."

The quartet joked around for hours until the night wore on and they all retired. Little were they aware of a certain satyr heading across the North Atlantic Ocean, with one job, find the two demigods who were stolen over a decade ago, and protect them.