A/N: In honor of Harry Potter's birthday today, I have been publishing one chapter every day from 7/27-7/31 in an effort called "Harry Potter Week." This is the final installment for this celebration.

Apologies for the lateness! I hope you've enjoyed these special posts - it's been so nice hearing your feedback. Check back soon for more updates, probably within the month! Thanks for reading, and Happy Harry Potter Week!

#5 - A Post Celebration

When they told James what they'd seen, he was ecstatic and jealous. His face was flushed from standing so close to the fire in the common room, and he still wore an excited smile leftover from the Quidditch match celebration. "I can't believe I wasn't there. I bet Albus ten sickles I could prove that Teddy and Victoire were going to get together. We're going to need to catch them at it again so I can tell him I saw it with my own eyes. Al will want proof."

He picked up a pumpkin pasty from a table that had been laden with food from a Quidditch Victory Party that had since been disbanded. Everyone else had already gone to bed, but the three of them had stayed up, hoping to do research. However, none of them had been able to concentrate after the adrenaline of the party - James and Amelia had both eaten Weasley Canary Creams by mistake - someone had hidden a few in a platter of custard creams as a joke. As a result of having temporarily turned into small yellow birds, they had justifiably become less focused on the task of investigating the smoky figure.

Upon hearing James' words, Amelia nearly spat out a cauldron cake she'd bitten into. "James, you can't just sneak around the castle trying to surprise the two of them while they're sharing a moment. It's not decent."

Scorpius snickered. He was lounging in an overstuffed armchair, still wearing the snitch-patterned hat and digging through a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. His cheeks were flushed too – they made his usually pale and aloof features seem warmer and kinder. He looked unsurprised at James' behavior, almost as though he were a lazy uncle watching his small nephew run around the room and draw on the walls with crayons. Amelia stifled a grin and adjusted her feet on the sofa.

"She's right," he drawled. "Give them some privacy."

"Why do you care about them dating anyway?" Amelia asked James.

"Well, Victoire is family. And Teddy's basically family too - my dad is Teddy's godfather."

"Really?" She turned to Scorpius. "How did you know who Teddy was when we saw him?"

"Well, he's my second cousin. And my family talks about him a lot."

James gave a derisive snort.

Scorpius continued as if he had not heard. "He's pretty famous – and unique – in the wizarding world. I mean...Harry Potter's godson, orphan, metamorphagus, rebellious Hufflepuff, half-werewolf…" he rattled off. "Everyone knows Teddy."

Amelia blinked. "A meta-what?"

"Metamorphagus. He can change his appearance at will," James said casually, dropping into squashy armchair.

"Hang on…half-werewolf? Those are real too?"

"He may be the only one of his kind. Werewolves like his father don't usually have children," Scorpius said in an odd tone. James shot him a defiant look.

"Does he…um…"

"Transform? No," James said firmly.

"Oh."

He looked suddenly thoughtful. "You'll probably meet him at Christmas when he comes over."

"I'll what?" Amelia was taken aback. "You mean I'll be spending Christmas with you?"

"Of course," James smiled. "You're family! Unless," he looked suddenly concerned, "you don't want to?"

"Oh, I'd love to! My whole family? My mum and dad too?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Amelia, obviously your whole family."

"Thank you!" She was elated. "I'll write and tell them! Do wizards do anything for Christmas that would surprise Muggles?"

James squinted in thought. "I'll make a list."

Amelia laughed softly, but it died away once the two of them suddenly became aware of Scorpius' reticence.

He seemed to be lost in thought, staring purposefully into the box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. After a few moments, he pulled out a curious tan-colored one, scrutinized it intently, then tossed it back in. He seemed to have stopped listening to their conversation, although now that Amelia and Scorpius were better friends, she knew this probably was not true.

Amelia wondered if he would be spending Christmas at home, or if he would prefer to stay at Hogwarts. Given the cool treatment he'd received from his father recently, she wondered whether going home sounded appealing to him at all. She chewed the inside of her lip.

Thankfully, James broke the silence. He turned to Scorpius with his trademark lopsided smile.

"Scorpius, why in the name of Merlin are you wearing that awful Snitch hat? Who even gave that to you? You look ridiculous."

Scorpius threw a bean at him. "I liked you better as a canary," he said. "At least, then, you were quiet."

Dear Dad and Mum,

I hope you're doing well! James said to tell you both to make plans to spend Christmas at the Potters'. He also said that you might want to read the attached list of what is considered "normal" at a wizarding holiday/family reunion. That way you know what to expect.

I hope you like the latest little parcel I've sent with this note. Scorpius and James played Wizard's Chess yesterday, and...it was a bit bloodthirsty if you ask me. It's nothing compared to Muggle (our) chess. The chess pieces act like it's a real battle, and like to hack at each other during the game. Luckily, the castle from Scorpius' set wasn't damaged too badly, so he said I could keep it.

He said it's replaceable - it's white scolecite, which apparently is a common magical mineral, so all he has to do is send for a replacement. To be honest, I think he gave it to me because he was angry that the piece kept arguing with him about where he was being sent on the board...but I digress.

Basically, I thought you might like having something a little magical around the house since I'm not there. James said magical chess pieces like to talk, so maybe it will keep you both company.

Miss you so much - can't wait for Christmas holiday.

Love,

Amy