A/N: I know I just updated but I figured that since it took so long for me to do so and that I had already had this chapter written that I'd go ahead and finish this story up. I'd like to thank everyone who has read, reviewed, alerted, and faved this story and for being so patient. Enjoy!

Four Years Later

The long red train known as the Hogwarts Express came to a lurching halt when it reached it's destination, Platform 9 ¾. Random pieces of luggage fell from the rack over the heads of the three occupants of this particular compartment.

"We really need to find a compartment that's not falling apart!" Lauren complained as she picked up her robes and books that now scattered the floor.

"Why would we do that?" Amber asked, bending down to help her friend. "We've sit in this compartment since first year. It's tradition."

"Traditions are meant to be broken," Lauren stated.

"You say that about everything," Ethan pointed out as he watched the girls pick up the last of Lauren's luggage. "Traditions, rules, records, plates."

Lauren chose to ignore this comment and turned to Amber. "You just don't want to change compartments because you're afraid of change," she accused.

"I'm not afraid of change," Amber argued, getting her own luggage down from the rack.

"You freak out every time someone on the team graduates," Lauren pointed out, leading the trio's way out into the busy platform.

"That's only because I'll miss them and we'll have to go through tryouts again to fill their empty position, and no one we get from tryouts are as good as their predecessors," Amber tried to argue as they searched the crowd for their families.

"Whatever," Lauren let the argument drop while somehow giving Amber the felling that she had lost the abandoned argument. "I see my folks. Write me, 'kay?" Lauren quickly walked away with a small wave at her friends. She was never one for goodbyes so Amber knew that her surly behavior was just her way of dealing with the fact that she wouldn't see either of her friends over the summer. But that didn't mean that what she had said didn't eat at Amber.

"I'm not afraid of change," Amber told Ethan as soon as Lauren was gone.

"I know," Ethan said putting a comforting arm around her shoulders. "You'd just rather it not happen."

"Exactly," Amber nodded, glad that someone got it. "I've handled things at home very well, if I do say so myself."

"Speaking of which how is everyone? I haven't seen James and Charlotte in a while."

"They're fine, though I expect that you'll see enough of our lot this summer."

"Probably," Ethan agreed with a laugh.

"You know what I don't get."

"What?"

"Why are we spending our precious alone time talking about my family?"

"You call this alone time?" Ethan asked gesturing toward the crowd around them.

"Shut up and kiss me already," Amber commanded and Ethan was only too happy to oblige.

Lauren was wrong about Amber, true she didn't like change but she was perfectly acceptable to some changes. Her relationship with Ethan being the most recent example, but there were plenty of others. She was now on speaking terms with her birth mother. She didn't call the woman 'mum' or anything like that but they wrote to each other and Amber had even visited her last summer.

She had also experienced many changes in her home life over the years. A fact that was glaringly obvious as she said good-bye to Ethan and walked toward her family. A few years ago that would have just been her dad but a while back it had grown to include Charlotte, Isaac, and Sophie. This change didn't bother Amber, she was just glad that her dad was happy, but that didn't mean that she wasn't happy too. She had always wanted siblings and she was getting her wish-admittedly a little later than she would have imagined but she was getting her wish just the same.

And not just with Isaac and Sophie; Amber was surprised that Charlotte could make it to the platform at all with her belly swollen with a baby that was due in just a few weeks.

Although, as Amber made her way to her growing family she noticed more than just Charlotte's extreme pregnant state. For some reason James was looking at her with complete shock written all over his face.

Amber decided to ignore it.

"Mum, dad," Amber greeted her parents, happily hugging them both. James barely acknowledged his eldest daughters' hug, even though he hadn't seen her in months, he just continued to look at her with a bewildered expression.

Amber, starting to get concerned, looked from Charlotte's amused expression to Isaac, who looked just a little uncomfortable, to Sophie, who looked slightly embarrassed, and back to James, who was now trying his hardest to compose himself.

"Do I want to ask?" Amber asked her mum, who seemed the only one who could look straight at her-besides James who hadn't managed to stop ogling yet.

"It's nothing really," Charlotte started to explain, only to be cut off by James.

"Amber, I realize that you're growing up but, for the love of Merlin, could you not do that in my line of sight," James begged.

"Do what?" Amber asked, not understanding.

"Let's just say that everyone saw a certain Gryffindor Quidditch player eating your face," Sophie giggled, oblivious to the fact that her description made James cringe.

You're lucky dad didn't come over there and give your snog buddy a piece of his mind," Isaac said in the tactless manner of most twelve year old boys.

"I don't think I like the term 'snog buddy,'" Charlotte scolded him.

"Me either," Amber said in the best threatening voice she could muster (she was still getting use to being the 'big sister' and hadn't gotten the bossy part down yet).

"Just answer one question for me," James spoke up against his better judgment. "Who was the boy you were snogging?"

Amber rolled her eyes for his benefit. "Don't tell me that you don't recognize Ethan Austin."

Amber walked away after dropping this bomb so as not to hear Charlotte's squeal of delight or James' groaning, "I'm never going to hear the end of this!"

A/N: Ok so I first wrote this chapter in James' point of view but decided that Amber's would be a nice change but this is a part of the first draft that I wanted to keep but couldn't figure out how to work it in so it's going to be just something extra for your enjoyment.

After Isaac and Sophie had found them James and Charlotte scanned the crowd for their eldest child and James was shocked at what he saw. Amber was there, amongst the crowd, taller than she had been since he last saw her-but only just-her face was loosing it's childish roundness, and she also, at fifteen, had the beginnings of a womanly shape and as much as James hated that she was growing up he hated even more that others noticed this, especially the boy who was eating his little Amber's face!

"What the hell!" James exclaimed, looking on. He started to storm over there and save his poor daughters face but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"James," Charlotte said, "Don't embarrass her."

"Embarrass her!" James exclaimed, "I'm trying to save her."

"From what, exactly?" Sophie asked in that slightly smart ass way she does.

"From that boy eating her face off!"

"James," Charlotte chided him while Sophie giggled at James comparing kissing to getting one's face eaten off. "Be nice, it's cute that Amber has her first boyfriend."

"Don't say that word," James hissed, covering his ears and standing there, helpless as his daughter snogged some boy, completely oblivious to the fact that her family was only a few feet away or that her poor dad was dieing a little inside.

A/N: Once again, thanks to EVERYONE. I'm not sure what my next story will be but it'll be one of the one's mentioned on my profile so look on that if your interested and you can PM me and tell me what you preference is if you'd like.