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Well this is chapter two I hope you like it.
Chapter Two
Funeral
November 1, 1981
"I can't believe it," David Phillips muttered. He was at Adrianna's funeral. He had been best friends with her in till she went off to 'private school.' He had never got over the fact that she was witch. Of course he wasn't supposed to know but secrets are hard to keep when you're eleven. An old man came to stand next to him. He had a silver beard that hung down to his waist.
"It is a terrible loss."
David only nodded. The old man was nice, very kind. But he was expecting a lot from David.
David went back to listening to the service. He looked at all of the people there. They were all deeply sad. Another funeral had happened before but he didn't know much besides it was a young married couple.
He fumed at the thought of Adrianna's husband. But the thought of the promise he had made to her made him drop the subject. He looked at the bundle in his arms. The child was asleep. Her silver curls were sticking to her face from the slight mist that hung over the crowd.
The older man seemed to watch his every move. It made David uncomfortable. He shifted his grip on the girl and she stirred.
She looked as if she was going to cry, so he tried to soothe her back to her slumber. She just stared with blank eyes. He was astonished at how much she looked like Adrianna. However he could distinctly see her father in her too. He pushed the thought of that vile man out before it could overwhelm him. He just stared at the little girl he was to raise as his own.
Before the funeral he had been informed about the little girl. If anyone was to ask, it was his daughter and not Adrianna's. The story was that Adrianna's daughter had perished along with her mother. It would be easy enough considering that no one even knew she had had a daughter. Adrianna had been in hiding for the past two years. So everyone was curious to find out who the father was, but no one had the courage to admit it. David however knew perfectly well who the father was.
He shook his head in disgust.
The funeral came to a close and the woman he had once loved was buried along with an empty casket. He walked over towards the grave when everyone had cleared. The few who stayed to talk to the old man eyed David with curiosity. He was the only muggle at Adrianna's funeral. He kept his eyes on the headstone he could slightly see and marched forward.
Adrianna Isabella Cathers
Born 16 April 1960
Died October 29 1981
Loved dearly, remembered always.
He read the words over a second time, tears started to spill over. He wiped them away with his free hand. His eyes traveled to the next space.
Isabella Cathers
Born 18 June 1980
Died October 29 1981
David looked at the girl in his arms. The man, whose name he now remembered as Dumbledore, had decided to leave a little detail off of her headstone. Well Considering the girl was in his arms alive instead of dead was a big factor. Dumbledore had conveniently left off her middle name, which the girl went by, and her true last name. The last name had been left off of Adrianna's too. David had asked about it, Dumbledore had said it was easier if no one knew.
David agreed. The poor little girl had lost her mother. She didn't need to live with her father's reputation hanging over her.
So the little girl was now, Alena Phillips. No one would ever know about her real past.
Dumbledore suddenly was standing beside him, it made David jump.
"I'm sorry for your loss. I know she was special to you."
David wondered how the old man knew but decided he didn't want to.
"How did you know her?" He was still curious how Adrianna had known this eccentric old man.
A weak smile moved across Dumbledore's face. "She was a student of mine."
David nodded, of course.
"Well I have told you what you need to know. Is their anything else you wish to know?"
David thought before he asked his question. "She's going to be a witch right?" he asked holding up Alena.
Dumbledore tucked one of Alena's silver curls behind her ear.
"Yes, she will most certainly be a witch."
David's shoulders drooped.
"You are worried about teaching her?"
That wasn't exactly it. He was remembering the fires Adrianna had caused when she was growing up. One had almost burned his house down.
Dumbledore chuckled as if he was reading David's mind.
"You won't have to worry about that. I will come when it is time. I will explain everything to her. You won't have to handle the transition."
He felt a weight lift from his shoulders. But then another fact added more weight that had been lifted.
"But what do I tell her?"
"Ah, that however is up to you."
David took a deep breath and refused the urge to roll his eyes. That would be rude.
Before he could ask another question Dumbledore spoke again.
"In time you will find what details you will need to tell her, and what to embellish."
David stared at the old man. He was confused by his words but shook the feeling off. The man seemed to know that he would be fine. He didn't know if he should trust the old wizard but he felt he could.
"It is time for me to leave you."
David looked around. Besides a beast of a man that was sobbing next to a strict looking older woman, they were the only ones left.
David nodded as he walked with him out of the cemetery.
Alena had fallen back to sleep. He walked to where he had parked his car and he stopped. He turned wanting to ask another question. He was surprised that he was alone.
He didn't have the faintest idea of what to do with the girl. Dumbledore had told him to raise the child as his own. When ever he looked at the little girl he felt as if he did in fact love her. But he had only known her for a few hours.
But this is Adrianna's daughter, and you would do anything for her, he told himself.
He got in the car and strapped the again awake girl into a car seat that had magically appeared. He didn't question it. He went around and got in the car. He started the car and looked around, Alena was still asleep.
He put it in gear and drove off towards his home. Now he was a twenty-one year old father. He felt glad for the first time that his parents were deceased. It would have been very hard to explain the fact that he had gone to a funeral and came back with a daughter. So David Phillips and Alena Phillips drove back to the estate David had inherited from his parents.
The drive was only an hour. He couldn't believe that Adrianna had lived an hour from his home. He rounded a bend and the manor loomed in front of him. He drove the car through the gates and towards the parking garage. He got out of the car and went to retrieve the girl.
She was struggling at the straps that were holding her. She was pouting. He couldn't help but crack a smile. She was a little Adrianna with a few slight differences. Her hair was of course nothing like the scarlet Adrianna's had been. There was no real way to describe the girl's hair, it was basically silver. Like all of the color had drained from it. But it was mysteriously beautiful. It didn't look like elder's hair that turned gray. It was white blond. That is what he would call it. He pulled the girl from the car. Her little eyes opened wide as she took in her surroundings.
It felt as if she understood everything around her. When he wondered if she could walk she tried to get down. Her hand was in his before he even realized he was reaching down to grab it. He shook his head and led her towards her new home. She barely stumbled.
When they reached the door he picker her back up, he opened the door and was greeted by Gretel.
"Who is this sir?" she questioned.
He thought for a moment before he answered, "This is my daughter Alena."
Confusion flashed across Gretel's face.
He answered before she could question him, "She was living with her mother. But her mother recently passed away."
Gretel nodded with the confusion still clear on her face.
"We won't talk of this by the way Gretel."
"Oh no sir," she answered. The cooks would be well informed in an hour.
"I want that guest room on the second floor to be her room."
"Yes sir would you like me to go to town and get her some things."
He knew the answer before he spoke, "No her things are already up there. I will need you help however."
He walked towards the stairs with Gretel following him.
Sure enough when he walked into the room the furniture was all there.
Gretel looked mystified, "When was all of this delivered?"
"Earlier."
Well that was chapter two. Chapter three will be farther into the story. So thanks for reading! Review!
