A/n This is the beta-ed version. Like I said shout out to Dawn Elliot!

Disclaimer: Do you really think this is mine? WELL I do own the OCs and plot, but siriusly really?

Term's almost over. There is maybe fifteen minutes left and then... winter break! I am super excited. Shit! I'd forgotten to owl my mom. Crap, Crap, Crap. I'm an idiot. Slowly, an idea began forming in my head *light bulb*. I could call my mom when we would get to the station. I still couldn't figure out how to work my phone within the Hogwarts wards. Somehow, I had found out how to work my Ipod and everything else muggle-related, but I just can't get my phone to work. You would think that when figuring out how to make an Ipod work on grounds, the phone would be a breeze. But no. Ugh.

So anyway... What was I talking about? Oh yes, winter break. I'm so excited because I'm going to the Potter-Weasley's! Got to get a dress. I just hope it would be pretty and comfortable.

BRRINGGG! The school bell chimes.

Oh, term's over! I could sing! Wait. What was the class work for class? What class am I in again? Oh! Right! Herbology. No offense to Professor Longbottom but this class is boring. Well, I'll get it from someone. Whatever. Now its time to pack!

Packing for Christmas! Lalala! I'm humming a little tune of joy meanwhile the clothes zoom around the room, trying to get in their respective trunks. Super happy! Lalala! Then I spy a note I wrote to myself a while ago (well, more like yesterday. Or was it four days ago?) saying that I should write to mom. And I groan, smacking my forehead. Oh crap not again.

Wait… I'm going to call mom at the station. Wow I am such a forgetful idiot. I completely forgot I had a plan.

"Hey Amber, did you finished packing?" Nicki asks from across the room.

"Almost. Why?"

"Just making sure you're not backing out on us."

"No, never." I reply honestly and highly amused.

*Later in Kings Cross Station*

The train ride was the usual. Really just Roxie, Nicki, I and occasional pop-ins from some others. Oh. Shit. is that my mom I see? No. Why? Ugh. How is this the one time she comes? Maybe it has something to do with my father. The first time, and last time (like Diagon Alley) she came here, was first year. She didn't feel like she fit in and she didn't. My mom always has this paranoia of not fitting in and it gets annoying. Well like most of the time.

"Hi, Mom. What are you doing here?" I ask curiously innocent (at least I hope).

"Am I not allowed to pick up my daughter for Christmas?" She questions. Good, it worked.

"You are, but you never done it before, so why start now?"

"I was worried about you." Mom admits, "You never answered my letter."

I am an idiot. Crap! "Mom I'm fine and I am staying at my friend's house. She invited me for her family's Christmas party and threatened to drag me there if I don't go."

Mom looked put out. "Can you please come home for Christmas?" She asks. I felt guilty. Sorry mom.

"I'm sorry but I never spent Christmas at a friend's house so can I do it for this one year? Please?" I ask giving her my puppy dog eyes. I can make some mean puppy dog eyes.

"I guess it's okay for this year. You never did ask to go to any friends house except in your 3rd year but I didn't like the parents. And I have to meet the parents now." My mom is really over protective and that's why she was spewing words out at three hundred miles a minute.

"Okay, come with me and I'll go look for them." And I start walking to sea full of red and occasionally black and blond.

"Hey, Lily. Have you seen Nicki?" I ask. Lily had been the first person I saw and I adored her.

"Yeah, she is over that way." And she points to a shockingly beautiful woman with blond hair and a man with red hair and an earring.

"Amber!" Nicki called, rushing over.

"Nicki, I saw you like two minutes ago." I say laughing.

"Well whatever." And she turns to my mom. "You must be Mrs. Lelena. Nice to meet you."

"Yes, and nice to meet you too, I am guessing you're Nicki?" Mom says.

"Yup that's me."

"Can I go talk to your parents?"

"Yeah sure there over there."

"Thank you." Mom answers and goes to Nicki's parents to talk.

"So you must be the famous Amber," says a voice behind me. I turn to see yet another red-head woman.

"Well my name is Amber but I don't think I'm famous," I answer truthfully.

"Oh really, I heard so much about you."

"I hope they are all good. I'm sorry, but what's your name?" I look carefully at the woman, trying to find out who she was and if I knew her.

"Ginny Potter. James's mom." Oh. James's mom. That explained the same colored eyes.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Amber Lelena."

"I know that. James never-"

"Hey, Aunt Ginny. What are you talking about?" Roxie interrupts us. Thanks a lot Roxie, I wanted to hear what James says about me.

"Nothing, Roxie. Well, nice to meet you Amber, but I must get going."

"Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Potter."

"Hon, it's Ginny." And she gave me a wink and walked away.

My mom finished talking to Nicki's parents and said it was okay for me to stay at their house because they seemed like lovely people and they would keep her updated on me. Then she left quickly, escaping from the platform.

"Come on Amber, time to leave." Nicki calls. I didn't notice her leaving.

"Wait up!" I yell back.

"Come on, slow poke!"

Once we got to Nicki's house, I couldn't help on being blown away by its beauty. It looked like a small cottage and it's right by the sea. Also, I got this homey feel to it. I am so jealous. Nicki has a beautiful house and I live in the center of a really small town in a house barely able to fit my parents and I.

Once we got inside, I saw it was magically bigger on the inside. I walked over to Nicki's parents, "Thank you so much Mr. and Mrs. Weasley for letting me stay for the holidays." I say, smiling a little.

"Dear, call uz Fleur and Beell please," says Fleur, her powerful accent coming through.

"Yes, Mr. Weasley is my father," Bill says, putting his comment in the conversation.

"Now vat about Nicki shown' you your room?" Fleur throws a meaningful look at Nicki.

"Sure, come on Amber."

"Thank you again." I say one last time.

"Come on Amber," repeats Nicki, exasperated.

"Keep your hair on!" I retorted.

"I am part veela, my hair is not going to fall out and it is going to stay perfect forever." She retorts back.

"Oh, just shut up." I mutter.

"So this is the guest room." She says dramatically once we get there.

"OMM! This is beautiful." I say seriously. It really is beautiful walls a blue-green and the theme echoing a beach. Plus there's a big comfy bed in the middle, so that's a bonus. And where I say comfy, I mean comfy. It's like a huge fluffy pillow you can sleep on! Really, amazing!

"Don't turn into Roxie, Amber," Nicki scolds. "Now come and let me show you my room."

"Ok."

Her room was right across the hall and it was so gorgeous and so Nicki.

"Are all your house's rooms so beautiful."

"Umm... yup. Pretty much. ."

"Cool."

We stayed in Nicki's room, in the end, just chatting and doing girly stuff. I never usually do as many and I am not a big girly girl, but it was fun. I wonder what are the plans for tomorrow.