Melodies of the Lyre

Untitled Part 5

It was now a few weeks into summer, Amber was in her room working on summer homework.

"Amber!" her dad yelled.

She walked downstairs to see both sets of her grandparents. Miles Tonks was in his late sixties with greying sandy brown hair and light green eyes. Georgina Tonks had jet black hair with brown eyes. Her maternal grandmother Grace Hawthorne had brown hair and blue eyes while her grandfather Linus Hawthorne had blond hair and grey eyes.

"I have something to tell you, please sit down," Elliot instructed.

Suddenly, she was worried. Her dad was usually very laid back. She sat in the free spot across from the five of them.

"I wish your mother was here, she would be better at explaining to you," Elliot said pacing the kitchen.

"I'll start your mum and dad were childhood sweethearts, similar to your Uncle Ted and Aunt Andromeda minus the disowning of course," Miles started then his wife continued. "They married the minute they were out of school and tried to conceive for a couple years."

Linus continued. "It turns out she was infertile. They decide to adopt in 1980"

"So, they went to a muggle orphanage and there you were. They instantly fell in love with you. It took about a year and a half to adopt you so you came home with them when you were almost three."

Elliott asked. "You had that rehearsed, didn't you?"

"We've had it rehearsed for years."

"I'm adopted?"

"Yes, you are, Are you upset that I waited so long to tell you or rather that you heard it from your grandparents?"

Amber shook her head and said. "No, I understand why you didn't. I love you."

"I love you too."

They shared a hug.

"Would it be weird if I asked if you know anything about my biological parents Amber asked.

Elliot shook his head. Amber sat there in shock. She was adopted. So, Uncle Ted, Aunt Andromeda and Dora weren't her biological family. She wondered why her biological parents gave her up. Was she not good enough for them? Does this mean she wasn't a muggle-born?

Later that night, she was finishing up the essay she was working on earlier. She kept getting distracted though. She was still processing the news of her adoption. She never felt like she wasn't part of the family with her brunette hair and brown eyes.

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It was a couple days later, Amber was hanging out with Tim at his house in Wales. He was reading a Quidditch magazine while she was working on the homework she was working on a few days ago.

"Gwenog Jones is so pretty," Tim sighed, dreamily shoving Amber's face into the magazine.

"She's not that pretty."

Tim looked offended for a second and said. "I bet you think Bradley Morris is cute."

Amber looked over to see a blond guy with brown eyes on the page. She obviously was not exposed to Quidditch as she was growing up. She was only exposed to it at Hogwarts.

"So, do you think he's good looking?"

"He's okay. I guess."

Tim nodded. There was a moment of silence between them.

"I have something to tell you, Tim," Amber said, sitting up on the couch.

"What is it, Ambie?"

She smiled at the nickname he had got that nickname from Dora and said. "I was told I was adopted a few days ago."

"You're adopted?"

"Yes, I am."

Tim nodded.

"My dad knows nothing about my biological parents, though."

Tim nodded again and said. "What about your adopted mother. I've been wondering about that."

"My mum died when I was ten. She was a great mum. I really miss her."

Tim nodded and said. "When did she die?"

"She died on April nineteenth 1989, she had cancer."

Tim nodded and continued. "So, that's why you were extra quiet that day."

Amber nodded.

It was silent for a few minutes until Tim asked."Does that mean you don't want to find out anything about your biological parents."

Amber shrugged. She wasn't really sure if she wanted to find out anything about her biological parents. She really cared about her adoptive family she didn't want to offend them.

It was now time for Amber's birthday, they had a party the attendees included her aunt, uncle, Dora, her grandparents, Tim and his family.