Chapter Name: Oh thank you god!
Authors Note: Well, here we go! Next chapter!
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"Today we look at the list," Greg said, holding out the envelope that had the names and addresses of every possible father. Fae covered her eyes.
"I can't look!" Greg slid an arm around her.
"You can do it Chaton. Just open it."
She bit her lip and opened the envelope. There were several pieces of paper. She picked out one and opened it.
"Adam Barry," she read. "441 Wielston Palm Avenue. Where's that?" she asked. Greg shrugged.
"I've been here about as long as you have Fae. I know as much as you do!" Fae started walking in circles.
"I could always use my magic to find it! Wait… We should owl him first, don't you think?" Greg jumped up.
"Fae, I don't think that's the best idea. He's obviously a muggle. We should just go over. C'mon Fae, let's just go." Fae took Greg's hand in hers.
"Let's go then."
Fae stared at Adam's front door, scared as hell to even step toward it.
"What if he doesn't like me!?" The second after the words left her mouth, the front door opened, and there stood a tall blonde man.
"May I help you?" he asked, taking a step toward Fae, flirtation clear in his eyes.
"Um, are you Adam Barry?" Fae asked, watching his right hand come up to caress her cheek. He nodded.
"Yes I am. Who's looking?"
"About 14 summers ago, did you know a woman by the name of Virginia Weasley?"
He didn't seem to be paying attention.
"Whom?"
She pulled out a picture of 17 year old Ginny. The man's jaw fell.
"You're not a cop are you?" he asked. She rolled her eyes.
"Mr. Barry, I think I may be your daughter." The man choked.
"You're not serious are you??" Fae bit her lip, ready to pound on the man.
"No. I just came 40,000 miles away from home to tap on your door for a practical joke." The man nodded.
"OF COURSE I'M SERIOUS YOU BLOODY MORON!"
The man looked around to see if anyone had heard the girl. If they had he'd be terribly embarrassed he would…
"All I want is a test sir. And then we'll be on our way."
Fae closed her eyes and focused the white light that was in her mind over his forehead. The white light went across his chest and it took only about three seconds for her to realize, (and thank the lord, she did) that Adam Barry was not her father.
'Oh thank you GOD.'
A/N Well, there's number thirteen! I'm off to type up number fourteen!
Sincerely yours,
