Amelia flipped through the potions book to see what else was recently invented. Beside her on the floor was her cauldron. It was bubbling due to the heat underneath. The book cited it would be finished by puffing out a faint blue smoke.

Tap.

Tap.

Amelia paused in her page turning to listen in for the sound once more. Her eyes scanned for the source of noise till it landed on her bedroom window. Her eyes narrowed at the tawny owl. She closed the book gently setting it to the side before pushing herself off the ground. Amelia unhooked her window's lock pushing one side of the window open. The tawny owl hopped to the now open side sticking out its leg. Amelia spoke softly, "What are you doin' here, pretty wee thing?"

The owl blinked. Amelia held out her hand for the owl to gain her trust. The owl twisted its head side to side like a metronome. It then slowly pushed its feathery head against her open palm. Amelia took that as a sign to lightly scratch the top of its head. She cooed, "You must be hungry or thirsty?"

The tawny owl perked up at the word hungry. It chirped bouncing on its two feet. Amelia asked, "Would you like a mouse?"

It chirped some more excitedly at the sound of it getting a meal. Amelia smiled pulling away from the owl, "Give me a few and I'll get you one. We will trade. That note for a mouse. You can perch yourself over here while you wait."

Amelia gestured to an owl perch for her own which is still asleep. Her owl, Celeste, had her head tucked underneath her wing. The newcomer owl lightly flapped its wings and perched itself next to Celeste. Celeste felt her perch being jostled and peeked her head out seeing a tawny owl beside her. Amelia pointed a finger at Celeste, "Celeste, be nice to 'em. I'm goin' to get a mouse for 'em. Would you like one?"

Celeste squinted her golden eyes at the other owl then towards her witch. Celeste let out a coo in response. Amelia gave a curt nod, "Alright, I'll get you one as well. Celeste keep an eye on the cauldron. If it starts to release a blue smoke, get me."

Another chirp came from Celeste. Amelia headed down to the farm house where the Scamanders keep the needed different environment creatures. Once she entered the farm house, some of the mooncalves noticed her and started yipping. Amelia shushed them, "I'm not here to feed you lot. You just got fed thirty minutes ago."

One of them huffed. Amelia kept talking to them quietly as other creatures were asleep, "No, Jarold. Grand-da has you on strict diet. You've been eatin' too much."

Amelia could've swore she heard some grumbling noises coming from Jarold. Amelia shook her head with a roll of her eyes. She quickly grabbed a couple of mice which were already deceased. As Amelia exited, she could still hear some upset noises coming from Jarold. The rest of the mooncalves accepted they weren't going to get more food. The only time they got more food was due to Jarold but since Newt noticed Jarold and the others getting bigger, he had to stop the extra feedings.

The two owls scarfed down the two mice Amelia brought them. After she bottled up the potion into phials, Amelia took the time to untie the rolled up parchment and unroll it. Her eyes scanned its contents.

Salamander! I do hope Gizmo found you and it didn't go to a random house. I specifically told him to find the Sala- Scamander Farm.

The 'Sala' was scratched out by the quill. And the only person who would call Amelia 'Salamander' was James Potter. Amelia bit inside her cheek. She had hoped she didn't have to deal with him more during the summer. His personality was exhausting even for this Hufflepuff. Amelia glanced up at Gizmo who seemed to be snuggled into Celeste's side. Amelia's brows furrowed downward. To keep her mind off of a potential love interest between owls, she kept reading the letter.

Anyways! I hope to extend this invitation to you to come to Godric's Hollow. My mum can make some nifty shepard's pie. Let me know-.

A knock was made at her bedroom door, "Mia, sweetheart. Dinner is ready."

Amelia folded the letter into thirds before throwing it onto her bed. Beside her cauldron stood twelve phials filled with the wolfsbane potion. Amelia was about to head to her door but paused in her walk. She turned to the two owls. Amelia squinted at the two, "No canoodling, you two. I won't hear the end of it from Potter if a chick appears."

The two owls didn't acknowledge her request. Amelia's lips went into a firm line. She could hear it now from James and it's something she does not want to hear daily. Amelia continued on to the dining room where her grandparents were fixing the table with food. Amelia quickly took a plate from her grandmother placing it on the table. It held a pot roast. Just by the smell, Amelia could feel her mouth watering. Tina cleared her throat, "So... sweetheart I saw an owl fly towards your window when I was heading back from the farm house."

Amelia didn't miss a beat when she sat down, "It's not what you think, nan. It's a classmate."

Newt looked between the two females while shoving a piece of pot roast in his mouth. Tina pressed, "A classmate? Is it a boy?"

Amelia tore her attention away from her food to look over at her grandfather for help. Newt met his granddaughter's eyes. He took a swig of his tea before piping up, "Love, after dinner we should-."

Tina ignored her husband. She saw the look of help from her granddaughter to her husband. Tina reached over placing a hand over Amelia's, "You know you can tell us."

Amelia scoffed, "It is a boy but he is an acquaintance. Him and I have a good banter between us. He's chaser for Griffindor."

Wanting to stay on topic longer, Tina continued, "Well do you have any boys you are interested in?"

In Amelia's mind, she thought of all the boys in her year. Amelia shook her head, "No. I was quite busy to pay attention to the boys, nan."

Newt tried again to change the topic, "Oh my little Kelpie your results came in earlier today."

Amelia perked up her head. Suddenly nervousness washed over her. Amelia bit her bottom lip, "Did you take a peek at the results?"

Newt pulled out an envelope with an encouraging smile, " 'Course not. I wanted you to open them and be first to see."

The younger Scamander hopped out of her seat heading towards her grandfather. She took the envelope out of his hands. Tina seemed interested in the results, "Go on open it."

Amelia stared at the envelope. With a shaky breath, she ripped open the seal. Before taking out the letter, she could see her name scrawled across after a 'dear'.

Finally Amelia felt courage rush through her. She pulled out the letter and began reading the results:

Ancient Runes D

Astronomy E

Care of Magical Creatures O

Charms E

Defense Against the Dark Arts O

Herbology O

Muggle Studies P

Potions E

Transfiguration E

Amelia felt relief. All of her core classes she passed. However, her electives seem to be NOT too bad. It looked to her that she wouldn't be able to have a career in those fields which is fine to her. Amelia expressed interest in becoming a professor at Hogwarts teaching the Care of Magical Creatures course to her current professor. He was supportive and thought Dumbledore would be blind if he didn't recruit herself to take his place when he retires.

Newt and Tina waited to hear about the results. Tina couldn't wait, "And? What are your results?"

Amelia's lips slowly turned into a smile, "I have no 'T's. I have one 'D' and 'P'. Everything else are passing grades."

Newt's eyes sparkled with knowing, "I do hope your care of magical creatures is an 'O'."

Her smile widened. She placed the letter to her chest acting out in mock-horror, "Unfortunately that was my 'D'! I've ruined the Scamander name."

Tina rolled her eyes at her granddaughter's dramatics. Newt's lips twitched in amusement, "You little boggart. You got an 'O'."

Amelia nodded handing over her result letter to her grandfather. He read over the results, "These aren't bad, little graphorn. I'm proud of you. Be sure to write to your parents about your results. They'll be proud of you as well."

He handed the result letter to his wife. Amelia hugged her grandfather, "Will do, grand-da. Thank you."

She headed back to her seat to continue her dinner. Tina gave a smile, "I'm proud of you as well, sweetheart."

"What did the little owl bring you," Tina asked curiously.

Newt let out a soft sigh. He tried his best to occupy his wife with the results. However, once his wife's mind is set to something she sees it through. Amelia swallowed a carrot before answering, "My classmate invited me to his home. His mam wants to have dinner."

Newt's brows raised up into his wavy curls. Despite Amelia being friendly towards others and helping others when needed, Newt only knew of Matilda. Amelia shook her head, "He has it in his head I'm his best friend now."

Tina tapped her hand ontop of Amelia's, "It wouldn't hurt to go visit him before the term starts again."

Amelia looked between her grandparents. Amelia shook her head, "I rather not. His personality exhausts me."

The elder Scamander knew of the troubles his granddaughter goes through. He went through it himself. There's times he would need a break from people and spend more time with his creatures. Creatures understand more than people. When his granddaughter started to socialize, he did notice at gatherings and schoolings that after a while Amelia would wander off to a creature. He and his son would find her nestled with Nifflers or having a bunch of bowtruckles all over her.

"We won't force you to do anything you don't want to, little grindylow, " Newt reassured her.

Amelia could see the reassurance between her grandparents. Even though her grandmother didn't fully understand the reasoning of the stuff she does, she knew that her grandmother is accepting and quite used to it due to her grandfather.

What Amelia didn't know was that if she didn't answer or if she said no was James Potter will continue to invite her till she would have a bin full of letters.

After the 15th letter, Amelia had enough. She quickly scrawled her answer to the letter. Due to him sending his owl to give her the letters, she now has an egg to watch over. Amelia was not happy. She loved creatures and would take care of them however by the time the egg hatches she would be off to Hogwarts. She would have to keep the egg with her for Celeste to incubate. Amelia couldn't help but let out her frustration of the pestering classmate. Amelia tied the answered letter to Gizmo's leg, "I hope he knows what he just did by keep sendin' you here."

Gizmo chirped smugly. He knew what he did. He knew that egg is his as well. Amelia's lips turned into a firm line, "Now go back to Potter. Tell him what you did."

Celeste puffed herself around her egg after Gizmo flew out of the window. Amelia wagged her finger at Celeste, "I said no canoodling, Celeste. Look at the result."

Celeste let out a chirp. Amelia let out a huge deep sigh, "What am I goin' to do with you?"

Luckily Amelia didn't have to make arrangements for Celeste and her egg. She would be only going for dinner to her 'best friend's' house. Amelia chose to use Floo Powder to the pub connected to the system. After she exited out of the chimney, she wiped her face and hands off from soot. As she headed out of the pub, she dusted off the soot on her clothes. Her grandmother insisted for her to wear a baby blue baby doll dress with long bell sleeves. It reached mid-thigh in length. She would've worn a The Beatles band shirt and high-waisted bell bottoms. Amelia looked at each of the cottages' numbers. She stopped right in front of the home. It looked cozy and warm.

Amelia took a deep breath and headed for the door. Before she could knock on the door, James opened the door with a big grin on his face, "Salamander! You made it."

Before she could open her mouth, James wrapped an arm around her shoulders leading her inside.

"Hey Prongs, do you have an extra shirt I could borrow," A familiar voice was coming out of the hallway. James nonchalantly answered, "Sure, mate. You know where to go."

Amelia blinked at a shirtless Sirius Black. She wasn't sure what to make of him. His hair was pulled into a little ponytail. James didn't notice Amelia's outright staring at his best friend. He gave her shoulders a squeeze, "Oi, Padfoot. Look who is finally here."

Sirius finally looked over at his best mate and now new occupant in the Potter household. Sirius took notice of Amelia's usual hair style with her wand twisted in her dark auburn strands then down to her outfit. Mrs. Potter came out of the kitchen holding a pan of Sherpard's pie, "Oh Sirius do go put on a shirt we have a guest over."

James dragged Amelia towards his mother. She tore her eyes from Sirius to look over at Mrs. Potter. Amelia was close to Sirius who haven't budged from his spot. Mrs. Potter moved over to Sirius giving him a nudge, "Off you go."

After Sirius finally got a move on, Mrs. Potter turned to Amelia with a smile, "You must be Amelia. My name's Euphemia Potter. James' father will be out in a moment. Please do make yourself at home. Would you like something to drink?"

Amelia moved her tongue around in her mouth to wet it again. It somehow got dry earlier. Amelia answered, "If you have a pot, tea would be nice please."

Euphemia smiled softly, "Of course dear. Coming right up."

James released Amelia. His mother went back into the kitchen to whip up some tea for her. Amelia glanced around noticing some muggle devices around the home. Sirius came back out, now fully clothed, rubbing his shoulder. James turned to Amelia, "So you said in your response you have something to tell me."

Amelia remembered what she was going to tell him. Her frustrations bubbled back to the surface. She rounded towards him with her finger out pointing at him ,"You... You... Your owl and mine have an egg now."

James' face brightened at the news. Sirius' brows went up into his hair line. James placed his hands on Amelia's shoulders and shook her, "That's great news! We are going to be grandparents."

Amelia reached up to his hands grabbing them. She got his hands off of her. She huffed, "No it's not! Do you know how long it takes for an owl egg to hatch? 37 days! We will be back at Hogwarts then."

Mrs. Potter came back out with a cup of tea, "Oh sit, sit dear. We will join the dinner table soon."

Amelia, Sirius and James sat in the living room. Amelia sipped at her tea. James was still excited at the news, "It's still good news. My little Gizmo has grown up."

Amelia could already feel her energy deplete. Sirius leaned back in his seat. He sat next to Amelia. His arm rested against the back of the couch. Amelia could feel the presence of his fingers hovering over her right shoulder. James clapped his hands together, "Gizmo has parental visits right? I mean he should."

James continued to ramble on about Gizmo and the egg. Amelia decided to tune him out before turning to Sirius. Amelia cleared her throat, "You look well, Black. The Potters seem good for you."

Sirius turned to Amelia. His eyes searched her face. Opposite to his normal self, he spoke quietly, "Thanks. Sorry about Prongs' owl and the egg."

Amelia let out a sigh, "Not your owl, so you have nothin' to be sorry about. Gizmo was sweet whenever he came by. It's actually no problem that now there is an egg in the equation. We deal with births and hatchings all the time on the farm."

Sirius nearly forgot the Scamander family has a farm filled with an assortments of creatures. Mrs. Potter called out from the dining room, "Children, dinner is ready."

Sirius slid his arm off the couch back. His fingers lightly touched Amelia's hair. He noticed it was soft. James smiled heading towards his parents to give the news about the egg. Sirius followed behind James. Amelia took her cup of tea and followed as well. To himself, Sirius lightly rubbed his finger tips together to remember the light touch of her hair. He rather thinks he likes the feel.