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This is the last chapter of Adopted. :(

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Here's the conclusion! Kinda short.

Chapter Twelve

Love

She watched. Georgiana Charlotte Potter watched. She watched as her Mummy and Daddy played around on the beach. She watched as her grandparents sat in their beach chairs doing crossword puzzles. She watched as her Mummy and Daddy went into the ocean. She watched as her Daddy lifted her Mummy and dropped her in the blue/gray/green water. She watched as her life began again.

Going to the beach was nothing like Georgiana had imagined it would be. Of course, the Weaselys were there in her imagination, but it did not take away from the fun she was having. She felt like she was living in a dream and she did not want to wake up.

She and her parents had built a sandcastle. Of course it got ruined when they were trying to put the last tower on and Harry ended up falling on it. Instead of being upset, they just laughed. It was a great family experience for all of them.

She continued to watch her parents. Her real parents. They were so in love. She could see it. Everyone else saw it. And they had finally saw it, as well. She felt as if she were the ones who brought them together. She read in books-in stories-that first comes the love, then the child. Not in her story. First came the child-her-and then came the love. Because it was the love of that child that brought them together. People have forgotten how to love. She has seen it. She lived in it. People have forgotten what love was. What people would do for the other. Her birth mother dropped her off because she did not love her. But she could have had an abortion, maybe in some deep crevice of Rachel Leech-Reed's heart, she did love her daughter. She loved her enough to keep her alive. So that she could meet her real parents.

Harry and Hermione Potter were the perfect examples of love. Of love not lost. Of love that will never die. They loved each other. They loved her. And she loved them. She could see the love they poured, while the Reeds poured out hatred. They camoflauged themselves with happiness and love and kindness to hide their true identities. Their true faces. While Harry and Hermione showed no mask, no camoflauge, just to themselves.

Now that they were together, all Georgiana could do was watch. This is what she had wanted. This moment. To love. And watch love play in the ocean.

Georgiana stood up and began to spin around in circles with her arms outstretched. She was happy. Oh, yes, she was happy.

That night, Harry made hamburgers on the grill outside and they ate on the back porch. After they ate, they took showers and went to bed. However, Harry and Hermione could not sleep.

"Harry?" Hermione called. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah," he responded turning over to look at her. "What's wrong?"

"It's just something Georgiana said today."

"What was it?"

"I was talking to her about the Reeds. I know its the vacation, but I couldn't hold it in any longer. I wanted to know. She was talking about how Rachel had loved her."

"What?" Harry asked confusedly. Those monsters did not give a damn about Georgiana and her happiness.

"Listen, she said that Rachel could have had an abortion...but she didn't. She loved her enough to go nine months and leave her on a doorstep. For all we know, Georgiana Potter could have been Georgiana Leech-Reed. She could be dead if she lived with Rachel and Oscar. She almost died. Yes, they almost killed her, but it was a good thing that she had left her on that doorstep and we were able to meet her and love her and come rescue her. Rachel Leech-Reed did love her. Just not enough," Hermione explained.

Harry knew she was right, as always. "I love how she sees the good in people, instead of the bad."

"Well, she was practically raised by books. See how I turned out?" Hermione smiled, which made Harry do the same.

"I turned out okay. I was raised by the Durselys."

"You turned out magnificently, my love," Hermione said kissing his mouth.

Harry wrapped his arms around her and the two parents fell asleep.

"Listen, can you hear it, Georgie?"

"Yes," she replied as she pressed her ear to her mother's stomach. She hear a shudder and felt her little brother kick. She giggled as she pulled her ear away. Five months had gone by and Hermione was pregnant. They had began to set up a nursury for the new Potter.

Georgiana loved helping pick out a crib and beddings. They had settled on a name. James Jacob Potter. She picked it out.

"So, what are going to call this little guy?" Harry asked as they got home from the doctor's office with the news that their new baby would be a boy. All three of them were laying in Harry and Hermione's bed.

"I don't know," Hermione said. She looked at her daughter. "Georgie, you think of a name."

Georgiana thought for a minute. She remembered seeing a name somewhere that she really liked. It was her late grandfather's name. "James," was her reply.

Harry looked up immediately and unshed tears sprung into his eyes. "James?"

She nodded. "I really like that name, Daddy."

"James it is," he said. "James Jacob."

Every Halloween, the Potters would visit the graveyard and put a bouquet of lilies and a plain wreath on Lily and James' gravestones. Georgiana felt sad that she had not had the chance to get to know him. She felt sad that her own father had not had the chance to get to know him. "It's not fair," she whispered when they went visit the graves.

"What's not fair, sweetie?" Hermione asked.

"That they had to die so young. They had barely began to live. They were good people. Why must all of the bad things happen to the good people? And all the good things happen to the bad people?" she asked.

"I don't know, Georgie," was her Daddy's response. "But they died to protect me. If that's not love, I don't know what is."

Georgiana thought about this. They were under the ground because they protected their son? That was love. She looked back at the gravestones and said two words. Just two,

"Thank you." Without them, she wouldn't have a Daddy.

Grabbing her parents' hands, they turned and left the bleek graveyard.

Georgiana sat in the waiting room with her grandparents and the Weaselys as they all worried about her mother and little brother. James was seven weeks premature. The young family had been at home when it had happened. Hermione was in the kitchen making a salad for dinner when something went off in her. Her water had broke. James was telling her it was time to come out. She yelled for Harry and they rushed to the hospital.

She just hoped her parents and little brother were okay.

Suddenly, she saw her Daddy come through the double doors into the waiting room. Everyone jumped up and Charlotte took Georgiana into her arms. "Is everything okay?" they all asked.

He nodded and smiled. "Everything's okay. Hermione's fine. We thought we were going to lose James for a second, but he's a fighter. He's fine. He has green eyes and brown hair." Everyone smiled and sighed in relief. Harry looked at Georgiana. "Georgiana, you want to meet your little brother?"

She nodded vigorously and was placed in her Daddy's arms.

James Jacob was tiny and pink. Georgiana wondered if she was ever that small. Hermione was exhausted and sweating. She smiled when she saw her little girl. "Hey."

"Hey, Mummy," she said quietly as James was now sleeping in Hermione's arms. She crawled up in the hospital bed and looked at her new brother. She kissed his forehead and smiled.

Having a newborn baby was tough work. Diapers. Crying. Midnight feedings, but Hermione nor Harry ever complained. They loved him. He loved them. Georgiana knew where babies came from. She was grossed out about it, but she knew. She just couldn't believe that something so beautiful could come from something so beautiful as love. She wondered if her biological parents felt love when they conceived her. Maybe they did. Maybe they didn't.

Hermione loved her little boy. She wondered if Georgiana would get jealous. Since James was her biological child and Georgiana wasn't. She sat down with her and talked to her as James was taking a nap. "Georgie, I want you to know that just because James is my biological child, it doesn't mean I love you any less."

"I know, Mummy," she smiled. "And I know you have to pay more attention to him because he's an infant. I understand. It's okay. I know you love me."

Hermione sighed. She was afraid there would be yelling and crying.

"Love is all you can give to someone, really."

"You're right. And what's even better than love is when someone returns it," Hermione said looking at Harry who had just walked into the room. He looked at her and smiled.

"That's right, Georgie." He walked over to his wife and wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her cheek. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she returned.

Suddenly, they heard crying from the baby monitor. Little James was up. "I'll get him," Harry said and he was off to the nursury. His son was wiggling around in his circular crib, hollering for his Daddy or Mummy. "Hey, buddy, you're awake!" James smiled and held up his arms, wanting to be held. Harry lifted him up and kissed his forehead. "I won't let anything happen to you, I promise. I love you."

And the two Potter women heard every word from the baby monitor.

Eventually, George and Angelina got married. And then Draco and Ginny. Georgiana was still seven at the time. She couldn't believe so much had happened in two years. Two years ago, she was sitting in a small house reading books, ignoring the world because they ignored her. But then, something amazing had happened. She met Hermione Granger, who convinced Harry Potter that she was the one. She met the Grangers, who did not like her at first. She met the crazy Weaselys, who adored her and, in a way, frightened her a bit. She was taken away from the two people she loved most in the world by the one person who did not want her. She was beaten and put to work. She almost died. But she was saved by her parents. She watched them fulfill her birthday wish. She got a little brother.

She got a family.

And she loved them.

There were many things that Georgiana loved about her bedroom. She loved the color of the walls. She loved her bed and how comfortable it was. She loved that it was close to her parents' room and little brother's room. She loved that she had her own bathroom. She loved her toys. She loved her giant bookcase filled and filled with books. She loved her window with the seat to read at. She loved the pictures of her family all over her room. But there was one thing that she loved the most in her room. And it wasn't the books. What she loved the most about her room was over her bed. It was just hanging there on the wall above her bed. Above her head. Above her heart.

It was the paper that declared she was theirs. They had signed it right there in her room. It showed that she was taken. She was taken by a family. Hermione had framed it and put it on the wall above her bed. It said a few things. Her name. Her age. Her birthday. Her parents' names. But on the bottom of it, Georgiana was allowed to write something. Something she felt she should put on it. And she just wrote just what she felt.

"Georgiana Charlotte Potter:

Adopted"

THE END

Well, that was the end. Short, I know. But I couldn't think of anything else to write about. I've written it all. Haha. I tried to show love in this chapter a lot. I know that I put random shit in here, but I don't care. I'm satisfied.

The framed adoption paper was inspired by the movie Juno. At the end, if you've seen it and know what I'm talking about. I had wanted to end the story with the framed paper and I did! YAY! The beginning of this chapter was inspired by the special features on the movie "Remember Me".

I tried to make this chapter more about Harry and Hermione, but couldn't. After all, it was Georgiana that was adopted.

Anyway, thanks for coming with me on this wonderful journey of love and family. I hoped you liked it.

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