A/N So, at (long) last, it's the final chapter! I'm glad to have finished this Year, so I can get on with the next one. I'll try and get it up next week, but want at least three chapters before I do, just so I don't get behind again. Thank you to everyone who as stuck by these stories and have reviewed, special thanks to BurnedSpy, BigBadWolfTardis and DaughteroftheHuntress for reviewing practically every chapter I put up! This story has had the most reviews I've had :D The whole series so far has had about 140+ reviews, which makes me so happy! So please, review this last time on this story, and sit tight for the next ! Love you all xx

Chapter Twenty-One

The Hogwarts Express Again

As the two figures disappeared, Amara glanced at her watch. It was quarter to midnight.

"Harry!" she said, for Hermione has already see her watch. "We have to go - we've only got ten minutes before Dumbledore locks the door!"

"Okay," said Harry, finally looking away from the dark sky. "let's go..."

They slipped through the doorway behind them and down a tightly spiralling stone staircase. As they reached the bottom of it, they heard voices. They flattened themselves against the wall and listened. It sounded like Fudge and Snape. They were walking quickly along the corridor at the foot of the staircase.

"... only hope Dumbledore's not going to make difficulties," Snape was saying. "The Kiss will be performed immediately?"

"As soon as Macnair returns with the dementors. This whole Black affair has been highly embarrassing. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to informing the Daily Prophet that we've got him at last... I daresay they'll want to interview you, Snape... and once young Harry's back in his right mind, I expect he'll want to tell the Prophet exactlyhow you saved him..."

Amara scowled as she saw Snape's smug face as they passed through where the trio were hiding. As the footsteps died away, they waited for silence before taking off again - down the many corridors and passageways, before they heard an evil cackle up ahead.

"Peeves!" Harry muttered, grabbing Amara's and Hermione's wrist. "In here!"

They tore into a deserted classroom to their left just in time. Peeves seemed to be bouncing along the corridor in boisterous good spirits, laughing his head off.

"Oh, he's horrible," whispered Hermione, her ear to the door. "I bet he's all excited because the dementors are going to finish off Sirius..." She checked her watch and Amara did too. With a jolt she saw they had three minutes to go. "Three minutes, you two!"

They waited until Peeves' gloating voice had faded into the distance, then slid back out of the room and broke into a run again.

"Hermione - Amara - what'll happen - if we don't get back inside before Dumbledore locks the door?" Harry panted.

"I don't want to think about it!" Hermione moaned, checking her watch. "One minute!"

They had reached the end of the corridor with the hospital wing entrance.

"Okay - I can hear Dumbledore," said Hermione tensely. "Come on, Harry! Amara!"

They crept along the corridor. The door opened. Dumbledore's back appeared.

"I am going to lock you in," they heard him saying. "it is five minutes midnight. Miss Granger, three turns should do It. Good luck."

Dumbledore backed out of the room, closed the door, and took out his wand to magically lock it. Panicking, Amara, Harry and Hermione ran forward. Dumbledore looked up, and a wide smile appeared under the long silver moustache.

"Well?" he said quietly.

"We did it!" said Harry breathlessly. "Sirius has gone, on Buckbeak..."

Dumbledore beamed at them.

"Well done. I think -" He listened intently for a sound. "Yes, I think you've gone too - get inside - I'll lock you in -"

Amara, Harry and Hermione slipped back inside the hospital wing. Amara breathed a sigh of relief as they headed to their beds. She noticed Ron still unconscious in the other bed. Amara saw Hermione tuck the time-turner back into her robes. They had a few seconds to breathe before Madam Pomfrey came striding back out of her office.

"Did I hear the headmaster leaving? Am I allowed to look after my patients now?"

She was in a very bad mood. Amara, Harry and Hermione thought it best to accept their chocolate quietly. Amara actually enjoyed hers - it was refreshing and was a nice treat. However, Madam Pomfrey still stood over them, making sure they ate it. Amara, Harry and Hermione listened out carefully, awaiting the time when they found Sirius to be missing. There was a distant roar if fury as they helped themselves to another bit of chocolate.

"What was that?" said Madam Pomfrey in alarm.

Now they could hear angry voices, growing louder and louder. Madam Pomfrey was staring at the door.

"Really - they'll wake everybody up! What do they think they're doing?"

Amara was trying to stifle a smirk behind her piece of chocolate. She tried to compose herself as the voices got closer.

"He must have Disapparated, Severus. We should have left somebody in the room with him. When this gets out -"

"HE DIDN'T DISAPPARATE!" Snape roared, now very close at hand. "YOU CAN'T APPARATE OR DISAPPARATE INSIDE THIS CASTLE! THIS - HAS - SOMETHING - TO - DO - WITH - POTTER!"

"Severus - be reasonable - Harry has been locked up -" BAM.

The door of the hospital wing burst open.

Fudge, Snape, and Dumbledore came striding into the ward. Dumbledore alone looked calm. Indeed, he looked as though he was quite enjoying himself. Fudge appeared angry. But Snape was beside himself. Amara rearranged her expression to one of shock and innocence.

"OUT WITH IT, POTTER!" he bellowed. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

"Professor Snape!" shrieked Madam Pomfrey. "Control yourself!"

"See here, Snape, be reasonable," said Fudge. "This door's been locked, we just saw -"

"THEY HELPED HIM ESCAPE, I KNOW IT!" Snape howled, pointing at Amara, Harry and Hermione. His face was twisted; spit was flying from his mouth. Amara saw it land on the floor.

"Calm down, man!" Fudge barked. "You're talking nonsense!"

"YOU DON'T KNOW POTTER!" shrieked Snape. "HE DID IT, I KNOW HE DID IT -"

"That will do, Severus," said Dumbledore quietly. "Think about what you are saying. This door has been locked since I left the ward ten minutes ago. Madam Pomfrey, have these students left their beds?"

"Of course not!" said Madam Pomfrey, bristling. "I would have heard them!"

"Well, there you have it, Severus," said Dumbledore calmly. "Unless you are suggesting that Harry, Amara and Hermione are able to be in two places at once, I'm afraid I don't see any point in troubling them further."

Snape stood there, seething, staring from Fudge, who looked thoroughly shocked at his behaviour, to Dumbledore, whose eyes were twinkling behind his glasses. Snape whirled about, robes swishing behind him, and stormed out of the ward.

"Fellow seems quite unbalanced," said Fudge, staring after him. "I'd watch out for him if I were you, Dumbledore."

"Oh, he's not unbalanced," said Dumbledore quietly. "He's just suffered a severe disappointment."

"He's not the only one!" puffed Fudge. "The Daily Prophet's going to have a field day! We had Black cornered and he slipped through our fingers yet again! All it needs now is for the story of that hippogriff's escape to get out, and I'll be a laughingstock! Well... I'd better go and notify the Ministry..."

"And the dementors?" said Dumbledore. "They'll be removed from the school, I trust?"

"Oh yes, they'll have to go," said Fudge, running his fingers distractedly through his hair. "Never dreamed they'd attempt to administer the Kiss on an innocent boy... Completely out of control... no, I'll have them packed off back to Azkaban tonight... Perhaps we should think about dragons at the school entrance..."

"Hagrid would like that," said Dumbledore, smiling at Harry, Amara and Hermione. As he and Fudge left the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey hurried to the door and locked it again. Muttering angrily to herself, she headed back to her office.

There was a low moan from the other end of the ward. Ron had woken up.

They could see him sitting up, rubbing his head, looking around.

"What - what happened?" he groaned. "Harry? Why are we in here? Where's Sirius? Where's Lupin? What's going on?"

Amara, Harry and Hermione looked at each other in amusement.

"You explain," said Harry, helping himself to some more chocolate.

Amara grinned as she took a piece herself.

"You'd never believe what we did," she started with a smirk.

-OOOOO-

Amara, Harry, Ron and Hermione left the hospital at gone noon the next day. Once out, they found that the castle was deserted. Because of the gorgeous weather and the celebration of the end of the exams meant that everyone was enjoying the final Hogsmeade visit - or hanging out outside by the lake. Amara, Ron and Hermione didn't feel like going, so they went outside and took a walk in the grounds. They were still talking about the extraordinary events of the previous night and wondering where Sirius and Buckbeak were now. They sat by the lake, watching the giant squid swim lazily in the shallows.

"It's weird to think that us and Dumbledore are the only ones who know the truth - everyone else still thinks he's a criminal." Amara stated as she took her shoes and socks off and paddled in the water to cool off.

"Very strange," agreed Ron. "I mean, everyone thinks it's been a normal year for us, but it hasn't."

Amara laughed slightly before seeing a large figure coming towards them.

"Hiya Hagrid!" she grinned.

"Know I shouldn' feel happy, after wha' happened las' night," he said. "I mean, Black escapin' again, an, everythin' - but guess what?"

"What?" they said, pretending to look curious.

"Beaky! He escaped! He's free! Bin celebratin' all night!"

"That's wonderful!" said Hermione, giving Ron and Amara reproving looks because they looked as though they were close to laughing.

"Yeah... can't've tied him up properly," said Hagrid, gazing happily out over the grounds. "I was worried this mornin', mind... thought he mighta met Professor Lupin on the grounds, but Lupin says he never ate anythin' las' night..."

"What?" said Harry quickly.

"Blimey, haven' yeh heard?" said Hagrid, his smile fading a little. He lowered his voice, even though there was nobody in sight. "Er - Snape told all the Slytherins this mornin'... Thought everyone'd know by now... Professor Lupin's a werewolf, see. An' he was loose on the grounds las' night... He's packin' now, o' course.

"He's packing?" said Harry, looking very alarmed. "Why?"

"Leavin', isn' he?" said Hagrid, looking surprised that Harry had to ask. "Resigned firs' thing this mornin'. Says he can't risk it happenin again.

Harry scrambled to his feet.

"I'm going to see him," he said to Amara, Ron and Hermione.

"But if he's resigned -"

"- doesn't sound like there's anything we can do -"

" - there's no way he'll stay now -"

"I don't care. I still want to see him. I'll meet you back here."

The three of them watched as Harry ran away from them. Hagrid murmured his goodbyes and stomped away but Amara, Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

"I can't believe he's leaving," Amara said. "He's the best we've ever had!"

"But if everyone knows he's a werewolf ..."

"They won't care!" Amara said fiercely. "They all agree!"

"But the parents won't," said Hermione. "They'll think it's dangerous, they don't want a werewolf teaching their children - you know what the stereotypes are for them, vicious beasts."

"I suppose," sighed Amara, kicking the shallows of the water distractedly. "What do you want to do now?"

"Harry said he'll meet us back here," pointed out Ron.

"Oh yeah," Amara said. "Do you mind if I go for a little walk? I need to speak to someone." She saw that person walking down the path from the castle, obviously coming back from Hogsmeade.

Hermione and Ron shrugged so Amara walked away, barefoot still.

Amara had not spoken to Roger Malone since after she practically forced him away after their date. She wanted to apologise and see if he went through with speaking to Sophie Roper.

He seemed to be on his own as he walked down the steps, so Amara hurried towards him.

"Roger!" she called and he turned, looking slightly startled as he took in Amara, bare foot and all.

"Oh," he said, looking in confusion at her feet. "Hello Amara."

"How are you?" she said, wiggling her toes, before ploughing on. "Sorry for practically running out on you the last Hogsmeade trip, I was rather preoccupied."

"That's alright," said Roger. "I doubt it was that fun for you. Kevin and Oliver said I shouldn't had been so boring." Amara privately agreed, thinking it was probably Oliver who was the person to say it, which she found rather funny. "I spoke to Sophie, by the way."

"Really?"

"We went to Hogsmeade together today," he continued. "It was nice."

"That's great!" beamed Amara. "Where is she now?"

"Oh, she's just talking to her sister in the entrance hall, I'm finding a space for us out here."

"Lovely," Amara said. "Well, I better not keep you."

"Oh, okay," Roger said. "I just wanted to say - I really did like you, you know. Since second year."

"Yeah, I kind of guessed ... with the card and all."

Roger nodded. "I'm sorry if the kiss was unexpected too."

Amara had forgotten all about that. "Oh, not a problem," she smiled. "I better go - bye Roger."

"Bye Amara."

Amara turned away as Roger kept walking. She was just deciding what she wanted to do, when Fred's voice spoke out from her left.

"Is that the end of that, then?"

Amara frowned good naturally. "Do you have to be there every time I speak to him?"

"Ahh, I can't help it if you're loud," grinned Fred.

"I wasn't loud!"

"Then how come I could hear you?"

"You're nosy."

"Ah, touché," said Fred.

"Why aren't you in Hogsmeade?"

"We've come back, it's too nice a day to be there all day," Fred explained.

"We?" Amara asked, peering around them suspiciously, checking for his twin.

"Always suspicious," came a voice from behind. Amara jumped and twirled around, unsteadily. Fred steadied her.

"George!" Amara said. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," George winked. "Nice choice of shoes by the way, what make?" he grinned and Amara rolled her eyes. He threw his arm around her shoulders and Fred put one around her waist and started walking. "So, how is young Mattie on this fine day?"

Amara stuck her tongue out at him. "Perfect, thank you."

"Where were you last night, anyway? We didn't see you in the common room at all."

"Oh, I was in the Hospital Wing."

"Why?"

"Told you you were nosy," she teased to Fred. "But I had sprained my ankle and Madam Pomfrey healed it."

"Right," they said together as they carried on walking. Amara knew they didn't believe her so she changed the subject.

"How were your OWLs?" she said.

"Delightfully boring," said George.

"But we won't need them anyway," said Fred.

"What d'you mean?"

"We don't want to go into the Ministry -"

"- nor anything like that."

"What do you want to do then?" Amara said, raising her eyebrows.

"You'll find out soon," winked George.

Amara giggled and continued her walk, glad to know that (mostly) everything was back to the way it was

-OOOOO-

As the end of term approached, there were many different (and rather funny, in Amara's opinion) theories about what had really happened, but none of them came close to the truth. The only people in the castle who knew about what happened the night Sirius, Buckbeak and Pettigrew disappeared was Amara, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Professor Dumbledore.

Malfoy, Amara was very pleased to find, was furious about Buckbeak. He was convinced that Hagrid had found a way of smuggling the hippogriff to safety, and seemed outraged that he and his father had been outwitted by a gamekeeper. Amara was very tempted to slap him after that, but Hermione told her off. Percy, meanwhile, had much to say on the subject of Sirius's escape, which was exceedingly boring.

"If I manage to get into the Ministry, I'll have a lot of proposals to

make about Magical Law Enforcement!" he went on, but the only one who listened to him was his girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater.

All in all, the Third-Years did not have very high spirits when the term ended. Everyone in Amara's Defence class and others were very sad to see Professor Lupin go. They all knew he was the best teacher they'd had.

"Wonder what they'll give us next year?" said Seamus gloomily in the common room two days before they'd be home. "

"Maybe a vampire," suggested Dean hopefully.

Harry told them about him having a talk to Lupin (sparing the details) and how he had given back his Invisibility Cloak

"Good," said Ron. "Imagine if Snap kept it?"

and the Marauder's Map, because Lupin felt he could a he was no longer a teacher.

"Shows that he did make it then," Amara said, "Why else would he let you continue to break rules?"

After that, Hermione told them to shut up, but Amara and Ron knew it was because she was nervous about the results and the fact that her favourite Professor used to be in a group of troublemakers.

The exam results came out on the last day of term, much to Hermione and Amara's relief, because it meant no more stressing. Amara, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had passed every subject. Even though her Astronomy mark wasn't very strong as she'd've liked, her Transfiguration, Charms and Ancient Runes marks were near perfect, rivalling Hermione's marks in them. Amara had a good laugh at the fact that she had passed Divination with full marks.

Amara decided she couldn't face another year of the subject, for she loved Ancient Runes and wanted as many lessons as possible.

So, as they were walking back to Gryffindor Tower to get ready for the Feast, she saw Professor McGonagall walking down the same corridor.

"I'll catch up with you," she told them. "Professor!"

Professor McGonagall turned and walked towards her.

"Yes Miss Matthews?"

"Well, I was wondering if you'd remembered our agreement since the beginning of the year, concerning Divination."

"Yes," Professor McGonagall said, a flicker of a smile registering on her face. "I do remember, but from what Professor Trelawney has told me, you excelled in your exam."

Amara very nearly snorted but composed herself. "A mer fluke," she said. "I do not feel that it will help me - and I really want the extra Ancient Runes lessons."

"Ah, you did very well for a beginner in that exam as well," Professor McGonagall said. "Very well, I shall speak to Professor Trelawney and tell her - oh, here she is now!"

Professor Trelawney was indeed floating through the corridor in a daze, however when she spotted Amara and Professor McGonagall watching her, she hurried to meet them.

"Ah, Sybill, I was just talking to Miss Matthews here and about her Divination lessons." Professor McGonagall said.

"Really? Not bad things, I hope, Minerva," said Professor Trelawney. Amara could feel the tension rising.

"Oh no," said Professor McGonagall dryly. "She was asking about dropping the subject next year."

Professor Trelawney's eyes went wide.

"Drop Divination?" she repeated. "But she got perfect marks!"

"She wishes to have more Ancient Runes lessons," Professor McGonagall explained.

"But she can't!"

"She has all means too, we struck an agreement at the beginning of the year - she would see about it for a year and see the end result."

"An agreement!" Professor Trelawney's mystical voice was gone and replaced by a louder one. "You've been teaching her against my subject!"

"No she hasn't!" interjected Amara. "She's Head of Gryffindor, of course I'd go to her."

"But what about your predictions?" demanded the Divination Professor. "Aren't they coming true?"

"What d'you mean?"

"You predicted this exact event!" Professor Trelawney said. "You talked about an argument between us - and the window with birds flying across it!"

Amara gaped as she saw she had been right. Then she resisted the urge to laugh because of her guesswork.

"But Professor, you also predicted that a student would leave at Easter and at the end of the year," she said.

Professor Trelawney spluttered before rearranging her scarves.

"I am sorry you no longer wish to take Divination." was all she said before she huffed away.

"There you are Miss Matthews," said Professor McGonagall in a constricted voice. Amara turned and saw that she was trying very hard not to smile. Amara herself grinned brightly.

"Thanks Professor, have a nice summer," she beamed before skipping away off to Gryffindor Tower.

-OOOOO-

The end-of-term feast was a very noisy affair. Having secured the title of the Quidditch Cup, it meant that Gryffindor had won the House Cup for the third-year running, and the seventh years were celebrating too. This meant their table was the noisiest of the lot, considering Fred and George were celebrating the end of their OWLs, which wouldn't stop, even though Percy got increasingly annoyed a them.

As the Hogwarts Express pulled out of the station the next morning, Hermione gave Amara, Harry and Ron some surprising news.

"I went to see Professor McGonagall this morning, just before breakfast. I've decided to drop Muggle Studies."

"But you passed your exam with three hundred and twenty percent!" said Ron.

"I know," sighed Hermione, "but I can't stand another year like this one. That Time-Turner, it was driving me mad. I've handed it in. Without Muggle Studies and Divination, I'll be able to have a normal schedule again."

"I still can't believe you didn't tell us about it," said Ron grumpily. "We're supposed to be your friends. And you told Amara."

"I promised I wouldn't tell anyone," said Hermione severely. "And I didn't tell Amara, either, she saw me using it!" She looked around at Harry, who was watching Hogwarts disappear from view behind a mountain. He looked very depressed, and Amara couldn't blame him, for he was going back to the Dursley's.

"Oh, cheer up, Harry!" said Hermione sadly.

"I'm okay," said Harry quickly. "Just thinking about the holidays."

"Yeah, I've been thinking about them too," said Ron. "Harry, you've got to come and stay with us. I'll fix it up with Mum and Dad, then I'll

call you. I know how to use a fellytone now -"

"A telephone, Ron," said Hermione. "Honestly, you should take Muggle Studies next year..."

Ron ignored her as Amara grinned.

"It's the Quidditch World Cup this summer! How about it, Harry? Come and stay, and we'll go and see it! Dad can usually get tickets from work."

"The Quidditch World Cup?" Amara asked keenly. "In England?"

"It'll be awesome!" grinned Ron. "I can get you guys tickets too!"

This proposal had the effect of cheering Harry up a great deal.

"Yeah... I bet the Dursleys'd be pleased to let me come... especially after what I did to Aunt Marge..." He grinned.

After that, the mood turned up considerably, so Harry joined Amara, Ron and Hermione in several games of Exploding Snap, which was rather funny. When the trolley came around, Amara bought a very nice lunch, though she noticed Harry's had no chocolate in it.

They had a relaxing afternoon on the train, but at late afternoon, there was a surprise.

"Harry," said Hermione suddenly, peering over Harry's shoulder. "What's that thing outside your window?"

Harry turned to look outside. Amara noticed that something very small and grey was bobbing in and out of sight beyond the glass. Amara did not know what it was until Harry stood up and opened the window, grabbing the small grey thing out the air. On closer inspection, she found it was a tiny owl, with a letter which was far too big for it to carry. The owl dropped its letter onto Harry's seat and began zooming around their compartment, apparently very pleased with itself for accomplishing its task. Hedwig clicked her beak with a sort of dignified disapproval. Crookshanks sat up in his seat, following the owl with his great yellow eyes. Ron, noticing this, snatched the owl safely out of harm's way.

Harry picked up the letter and ripped it open, a moment later he shouted, "Its from Sirius!"

"What?" said Amara, Ron and Hermione excitedly. "Read it aloud!"

Dear Harry,

I hope this finds you before you reach your aunt and uncle. I don't know whether they're used to owl post.

Buckbeak and I are in hiding. I won't tell you where, in case this owl falls into the wrong hands. I have some doubt about his reliability, but he is the best I could find, and he did seem eager for the job.

I believe the dementors are still searching for me, but they haven't a ope of finding me here. I am planning to allow some Muggles to glimpse me soon, a long way from Hogwarts, so that the security on the castle will be lifted.

There is something I never got around to telling you during our brief meeting. It was I who sent you the Firebolt -

"Ha!" said Hermione triumphantly. "See! I told you it was from him!"

"Yes, but he hadn't jinxed it, had he?" said Ron. "Ouch!" The tiny owl, now hooting happily in his hand, had nibbled one of his fingers in what it seemed to think was an affectionate way.

- Crookshanks took the order to the Owl Office for me. I used your name but told them to take the gold from Gringotts vault number seven hundred and eleven - my own. Please consider it as thirteen birthdays' worth of presents from your godfather. I would also like to apologise for the fright I think I gave you that night last year when you left your uncle's house. I had only hoped to get a glimpse of you before starting my journey north, but I think the sight of me alarmed you.

I am enclosing something else for you, which I think will make your next year at Hogwarts more enjoyable.

If ever you need me, send word. Your owl will find me. I'll write again soon.

Sirius

Harry looked eagerly inside the envelope. He beamed as he read it first before saying it aloud:

'I, Sirius Black, Harry Potter's godfather, hereby give him permission to visit Hogsmeade on weekends.'

"That'll be good enough for Dumbledore!" said Harry happily. He looked back at Sirius's letter. "Hang on, there's a PS..."

I thought your friend Ron might like to keep this owl, as it's my fault he no longer has a rat.

Ron's eyes widened. The minute owl was still hooting excitedly.

"Keep him?" he said uncertainly. He looked closely at the owl for a moment; then, to Amara's, Harry's and Hermione's great surprise, he held him out for Crookshanks to sniff.

"What do you reckon?" Ron asked the cat. "Definitely an owl?" Crookshanks purred.

"That's good enough for me," said Ron happily. "He's mine."

Amara was content on the way back to King's Cross. She knew she'd miss Hogwarts, but with the Quidditch World Cup in mind, she knew it couldn't be all bad.

All too soon, they were pulling into the station. It was always a mad rush as everyone got off the train and tried to get their luggage. Amara, Hermione, Harry and Ron went through the barrier and into the normal station. Amara saw that her Mum, Dad and Tessie were waiting with Ethan already there, jabbering away with Piper and Eddie, whose parents were next to them. By Amara's father stood Mr and Mrs Weasley, and a good distance away stood Harry's Uncle. Mr Weasley was talking earnestly with her Dad, pointing at different trains in the station.

Mrs Weasley hugged them all, before Harry bid them goodbye.

"I'll call about the World Cup!" Ron yelled after Harry as he walked away.

"Amara!" Her mum had finally stopped talking. "There you are, dear!"

"Hello," she grinned.

"Amara!" Tessie grinned. "Did you have a good year?"

"Yeah, it was pretty exciting, yeah," Amara said, glancing at Ron and Hermione.

"Shall we get going then?" Bryony asked. "It was lovely to see you again," she said to Mr and Mrs Weasley.

"I'll send the model of the aeroplane over with Archimedes," assured David and Mr Weasley looked delighted as he shook his hand.

"Bye Ethan," grinned Piper.

"Have a good summer," added Eddie.

"We'll see you soon."

Ethan grinned and said his goodbyes too.

"See you later then," said Amara to Ron and Hermione, who had just noticed her parents waiting for her.

"Have a nice summer," Hermione said.

"I'll write about the World Cup, shall I?" Ron asked.

"Safer than calling us," laughed Amara.

With the final goodbyes and promises to write, Amara and her family walked out the station and into the regular, Muggle world.

~End of Third Year~