A/N: I'm so so so so sorry this took so long... I'm swamped with homework!!! Anyway, thank you to Hyacinthblue and to PhsycoChick991 for reviewing... I promise to make it longer and I'm glad you like it...

Anyway, here's chapter 2!!!

Tammara woke with a gasp and sat up, her left hand flying to her neck, slender fingers tracing the thin, smooth scar which ran an inch on her creamy peach skin. It was small enough not to be seen unless scrutinized, yet big enough to be felt. It had prickled unpleasantly a few minutes before, she was sure of it. The pain had since subsided, though.

'15 years...' she thought, massaging it absentmindedly. 'I've had this for 15 years of my life, since I was a year old, and I don't even know where I got it... Now, I'm sure Mom or Dad has mentioned this once or twice before... but what was it they said?'

She racked her mind, trying to remember, but it was too early in the morning for her to think straight. Just then, she felt a small weight on her shoulder and she adjusted the heart-shaped locket that lay there, bringing it down to the middle once more.

She opened the small locket and looking at the pictures inside, illuminated by moonlight streaming through a nearby window. 'My real parents... I miss them...' she thought, gazing at the people she had never had the pleasure of knowing.

'I'll ask Mom in the morning...' she yawned and lay down again, sleep soon overtaking her. 'In the morning...'

Jeanne Blair's Flashback

The door opened and the young girl stepped in, rather timidly, head held down. My husband and I looked at her. Was this the girl that we were to adopt, on Dumbledore's instructions and that of the Order? I admitted to myself, she didn't look like anything special; she looked like any other orphan girl we had seen that day. Yet according to Dumbledore, she was the one.

Just then, my husband's voice sounded in my head. We were both accomplished at Celiniency (A/N: I made that up, hope you understand), which allows two people to speak into each other's minds, and had used it on numerous occasions to end marital feuds.

'What do you think of her?'

'She looks just like Anne... but that might be my imagination...'

The Headmistress of the orphanage, Miss Fox, called the girl, who stepped forward and stopped near the table, giving Mark and me a small "good morning". Mark smiled at her, and I did too.

"You sent for me, ma'am?" she asked the Head, looking nervously up, her hand clutching a small gold locket. My heart skipped a beat.

'That's a sign, Mark!' my thoughts conveyed my jolted feeling.

'That's the locket, isn't it, that one that had her parents' pictures in it?'

'We'll just have to see.'

''Tammara," Ms. Fox told the small girl, who looked, I could see, anxious, yet she had a clear aura of hopefulness about her that just made my heart soar.

"Tammara, these are Mr. and Mrs. Blair." Ms. Fox said, gesturing first to Mark then to me.

We smiled and Mark reached out his hand. The small girl took it and smiled shyly.

She then turned to Ms. Fox.

"Are- Are they here to-" she couldn't continue, but her face shown with hope and happiness as she looked up at the headmistress.

Ms. Fox smiled and nodded her head kindly. Tammara gasped and started to cry, running to me and giving me a big hug. I hugged her back, and heard her happy gurgles flow out into my shoulder, along with her tears.

My heart melted, and I tightened my grip around her, until her tears started to stop.

"I'm very sorry, ma'am." she told me, pulling away and wiping her face sheepishly on the handkerchief I handed to her.

"Guess you're going to have to change that to MOM now..." I replied, pulling her into another hug. She hugged me back, and I could feel joy radiating from her. All I could do was smile as I felt MY eyes starting to water. This truly was one of the happiest moments of my life.

'I agree wholeheartedly.' Mark's voice sounded in my head.

I looked at him over our daughter's shoulder, and I could see his eyes shine, tears threatening to break free, as he came and joined the hug.

We just stood there, hugging each other, for a long time, Ms. Fox smiling happily at us.

After a while, I let go of Tammara and sat down on my chair, next to Mark's, and pulled her on to my lap.

"Are- are you really going- going to adopt me?" Tammara cried, and all I could do was nod, tears falling freely from my eyes.

"May I- May I call you mommy?" she asked, upon seeing me cry, she hurried on.

"I've always wanted to call someone mommy, but if you don't want me to, I can always call you something else..." she stopped, and looked at me, as if terrified that I had been insulted.

My heart went out to this little girl. If only she had know how much she looked like her mother. (A/N: you'll find the full story later... just give it time... just give me time...)

'I miss Anne and Scott dreadfully, she looks an awful lot like Anne...' Mark's voice came, tinged with sadness.

'We can't tell her. Remember what Dumbledore said. WE CAN'T TELL HER!' I shot back, hoping he got the message. Meanwhile, I turned to Tammara.

"Of course you can call me mommy, love." I told her, and stroked her cheek, wiping away a stray tear.

She giggled and leaned over to hug Mark. As she did, I heard her sigh happily.

"I always wanted to have a mommy and daddy..."

A/N: I just love these author's notes, don't I? hahaha... anyway, that's it for now. Please bear with the suspense and stuff, but I'm making sure not to rush this story. I hate rushed stories. Anyway, the story will unravel all in due time... Now, please click the little purple button at the bottom of the screen, and review! Tell me what you think and if you like it or not! Flames, criticism, praise, anything is welcome! Just tell me the truth... Oh, don't hesitate to ask questions... I'll readily answer them... Thanks again!

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