A/N: Lily is in her seventh year during this chapter and is at home for Easter break, just so you know. Sorry it took me so long to update this week, I hope next week will be better.

Amber was walking, there was no other way to explain the anxiety that James felt. And not only was she walking, she was climbing and crawling and sliding on any available surface.

She was trying to figure out the best way to use her little feet and often fell down or beamed her head on something. In instances such as these she would tear up and her chubby face would pout…for half a second before she would think of better things to do and get right back up and walking again.

And as if her walking wasn't enough her first birthday was fast approaching, or more accurately James had had her for a year, the exact date of her birth wasn't known so they had decided to celebrate it on the day she arrived through the Potters window.

It was hard for James to believe that a year had passed but it had, just looking at Amber was proof enough. She had grown to where she resembled a person; albeit, a fat, small person, but a person none the less.

On the morning of her birthday Harry, Albus, Lily, and James were innocently sitting at the kitchen table, eating their breakfast when they heard angry footsteps coming down the hall.

Ginny stormed in holding a half dressed Amber.

"Look at this!" Ginny cried holding the giggling Amber in front of Harry, who was just trying to read his paper in peace. "I blame you for this!"

Harry was thoroughly confused now, "Well honey," he said slowly, thinking that she was having some kind of breakdown, "we've had Amber for a year now, I thought you were use to her. And shouldn't you be blaming James? It's his baby."

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Not Amber in general, I mean her hair! She has Potter hair, how am I supposed to get her ready in time for the party! I can't do anything with this mess and it's your fault."

"It's not my fault; I inherited it from my dad!" Harry tried to defend himself.

"I know and if he were alive I'd give him a piece of my mind about this ridiculous hair!"

Albus rolled his eyes, "Mum, it will probably straighten out when it gets longer."

Ginny sighed, knowing he was right, "But I need to fix it for her birthday! I can't have it…," she struggled to find the right word, "everywhere like this."

James knew that he should probably join in in his mum's distress but he couldn't care less what texture Amber's hair was, as long as it wasn't red anymore. And it wasn't, Amber's hair had darkened to an almost inaudible red. James figured that it would be black by the time she was two.

Molly had insisted that Amber's first birthday party be held at the Burrow. She and Ginny had planned the whole thing and James was glad for that; if it had been up to him he wouldn't have done anything, it wasn't like Amber would remember this birthday anyway.

But as James had learned over the years, the Weasley's took any excuse to get together as a family. So around two o'clock they left with Amber to get to the burrow. The whole family was there and Amber was passed around a lot. Having gotten use to everyone in the family by now Amber wasn't overwhelmed with so many people like the first time she had meet everyone.

Presents were given, Amber got a lot of toys, a knitted cap and scarf form Molly-which James couldn't understand, as it was May, but knew better from his own previous birthdays not to say anything-and James and Ginny were in a disagreement about the toy broom James had gotten for Amber.

"James, she can't play with that!" Ginny scolded, indicating the offending toy broom. Amber's eyes had shined when she had opened the gift, exclaiming, "broom," with a big smile on her face. James had been very glad that she liked it and couldn't see why Ginny was raining on his parade. "Of course she can! It says ages 1-5 on the box. I checked," he pointed out.

"What is she falls off and gets hurt?" Ginny challenged.

"She won't fall off; the thing barely goes two feet of the ground! Besides, she's a Potter!" James pointed out and the discussion was ended for the moment.

Amber had also gotten into the cake that Molly had made while everyone's backs were turned and she was coated in frosting. James suspected that Freddie had helped her with that because James had left her highchair a good three feet from the cake. Then a piece hit him in the back of the head and when he had turned around she was right in front of the cake, using her little hands to dig in and Freddie was acting a little too innocent. Though Freddie wouldn't admit to anything.

Harry ended up playing with Amber as the day ended and when Ron jokingly asked, "What's the best thing about being a granddad?"

Harry had chuckled and said, "Easy, the best thing about it is that you can play with your grand kids all you want and when they get fussy you can hand them off to their parents." And as if to illustrate his point Amber, who was getting tired from her eventful day, started crying, "James," Harry called holding Amber up with a smirk on his face.

Sighing James left his place in a conversation Al, Freddie, and Louis and walked to get Amber. "Thanks dad," he said sarcastically.

He had to take Amber home shortly after that but everyone else stayed at the Burrow. As much as he wanted to stay too Amber was getting even fussier as the night wore on and she needed to be put to bed. And to be honest the day had wore James out as well.

James went up to the room he still shared with Amber with every intention of putting her to bed in her crib and maybe watching some television downstairs for a while. But that plan had backfired when he had started to fall asleep with her on his own bed. He laid there with already sleeping Amber, too tired to get up and walk the three feet to her crib and fighting his drooping eyelids, "Happy birthday Amber," he whispered before he fell asleep also.

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