Chapter Two:

I was in the bookstore when I saw her. She was standing there with a woman. She had to be my baby. She looked exactly like her father, but with my eyes. I started chatting with the woman she with. I had to get something that could get me her DNA. I looked at her hair. I had to get that hair. I learned that the woman she was with name was Heather Brooklet. I decided to try something.

"You have something in your hair," I told the girl who had to be my baby. I reached and pretended to pull something out pulling a piece of hair with it. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to pull your hair."

"Oh it's fine," she said. I held the hair as if it were gold. No it was more precious than gold. If this piece of hair proved she was my baby then I would get my baby back.

I excused myself saying that I had other errands to run and I got the strand to one of my friend who was a DNA scanner person. I don't know what they're called and right then all I wanted to do was find out about my baby.

A week later the results were in. She was my baby. The girl in the bookstore was my baby. I had to get my baby back. The police were going to get my baby for me.

The next day I made a trip to the Police Station where my baby would be waiting. I couldn't wait to see my baby again.

"Hi," I said. All these years of waiting and that's all I could say.

"Hi," she said. I could tell she was nervous.

"Do you want to get out of here?" I asked.

"Um sure," she said.

"We could go get something to eat," I said. "I'm starving."

"Um sure," she said.

We walked out of the police station and got into my car.

"Nice car," she said.

"Thanks," I said back. We were both nervous. My car was nice it was a Porsche Boxter. We climbed in and I took her to my favorite cafe.

"I don't even know your name," my baby said.

"Oh," I said. "Madeline Williams."

"Ok," my baby said.

"Elizabeth," I started but she cut me off.

"Actually my other parents called me Hermione," she said.