I wasn't going write any more for this story and then my mind started thinking of little situations I didn't include in the original version. So I had to keep going. This chapter describes Clare's adoption and gives more insight into her parent's characters. It makes Abigail's death more tragic than before.

The short witch walked Francis and Abigail through the orphanage. A little boy with big brown eyes held his mom's hand as he attempted to walk down the halls with them.

The building was dark and cold, the kids here lacked light in their eyes, but the owners were doing their best to take care of the children. The lady in charge of the girls took the family around to meet different children.

They met dozens of little children that day and Abigail had trouble trying to not adopt every child in the institution because they all needed a loving family. They reached the end of the hall and Francis put out his hand to open the door when the lady showing them around said.

"Oh we don't need to go in there." She dismissed going to see what was in there.

Abigail picked up her boy as he began to cry. "Why not?" She asked, naturally curious.

The woman said sadly, "This child is not up for adoption."

Their questioning looks compelled her to tell them why.

"This child has been placed here by the ministry, she is an at risk case. They told me that she cannot be taken from this orphanage. It is such a shame."

Francis began to turn away when Abigail said, "I want to see her."

He took her arm and pulled her aside, "Abby, we can't go against the ministry."

She feigned innocent curiosity, but Francis knew what would happen if they went in. "I just want to see her."

He nodded at the woman and she unlocked the door. They walked into the small room that was dark and sparsely furnished. There was a crib in the corner and a rocking chair sitting next to it. Inside the crib sat a little child. She looked at the adults in front of her.

Abigail asked if she could pick her up and the woman allowed it. At first when she picked the little girl up into her arms, the child was stiff, unaccustomed to her touch. But the longer she held her, the child melted into her arms. Joe watched as his mother held her and looked expectantly at his father.

Once the child had begun to relax, Abigail looked at Francis. Her smile was from ear to ear and a look was in her eyes that told him she wouldn't be able to let the little girl go.

Francis sighed, a smirk on his face. "I knew that this wasn't a good idea. I will see what I can do."

He apparated to the ministry and went straight to Minister Bagnold.

She welcomed him into her office. "What is the situation Mr. McGee? I was told you were taking a personal day today."

"Yes Ma'am I was. But my wife and I have faced a predicament. The child we were looking to adopt at the orphanage is not up for adoption."

Her inviting face turned cold. "Which child?"

"A girl." Francis was growing nervous. There had to be a good reason for them leaving a child to rot in the orphanage.

"That child is a potential threat to the whole wizarding world. She cannot be allowed to grow up normally. She needs a disciplined life so she will not stray."

"If I may, why is she such a problem?"

She lowered her voice and looked around as if to make sure no one had snuck in with them. "She is the child of Bellatrix Lestrange and You-Know-Who. A child who has been born from such a vile and unholy background cannot be left up to chance."

Francis sat back in awe and disgust. He also quietly laughed to himself on the inside, Only Abigail would fall in love with such a child. "I promise you, if you entrust her to my care, she will grow up to be a fine young lady who won't give you any trouble."

She looked him up and down, scrutinizing his expression. A sigh escaped her lips. "Well, you must be either very dedicated to this child or quite dull. But I will allow you to adopt her, on one condition. You sign off on a contract that gives the ministry legal right to take her out of your custody at any time."

"Of course. Thank you."

The minister gave him her signed consent of their adoption and he went back to the orphanage. When he got back to the room, Abigail had sat down and the little girl and Joe were playing with each other.

Abigail looked reluctant to take her eyes off of the children. She looked at Francis with hope. He smiled at her.

The love he had for Abigail was indescribable. They were two very different people. When they met, back at Hogwarts, he immediately was drawn to her warm and loving personality. She had brought him out of his shell and he wanted to give her everything she desired.

Abigail could tell what that look meant. She said to the little girl, "We're your new parents."

Francis gave the hand-written letter to the orphanage director. The woman smiled and said, "I'm glad you can take her. She will be happy with you. No child should have to stay here forever."

She brought them the small amount of paper work they had to fill out. They had almost finished when the woman asked them, "What would you like to name her?"

Francis looked shocked, "You haven't named her yet?"

"We try not to name the children before they're three, just so the parents have a chance to name them."

Abigail had thought about names for a girl while she was pregnant, just in case. "Francis, I'd like to name her Clare, short for Clarissa."

"That sounds perfect."

They went home. Joe in Francis's arms and Clare in Abigail's.

Francis said to his wife as they walked through the door. "I need to tell you why she was not up for adoption."

Abigail nodded and lay the children down so they could sleep. The couple sat at the dining table and Francis told her the news.

"Her parents are very dangerous people and the ministry fears she will grow up to be like them."

"Will they come to take her from us?" Abigail braced herself for the answer to her question.

"Most likely not."

She sighed from relief.

Francis asked her, "Would you like to know who they are?"

She thought about it for a moment, then decided she should know. "Yes."

"Her mother is Bellatrix and her father is He-who-must-no-be-named."

She held in a gasp. Thoughts ran through her head that she immediately stopped herself from thinking. "We should keep that to ourselves. She doesn't need to carry that burden."

He grabbed her hand and said, "We'll raise her the same way as Joe and she'll turn out just fine."

They sat there for a while together. Then they went to go check on the kids.

When they reached the room with their cribs, Joe and Clare were sound asleep. Francis put his arm around Abigail. She breathed out a sigh of relief and said. "I don't care where she came from. Our family is complete because of her."