Chapter 8
It was now early summer, Amber decided to ask her dad if he would feel offended if she searched for her biological parents.
"Dad?" she asked.
He turned to her.
"I've been wondering something."
"What is it, sweetie?"
"Would you be offended if I tried to find my biological parents? If you are I won't."
Elliot shook his head and replied. "I would expect that your curiosity needs to be satisfied."
"It does but that doesn't change that you're my father and everyone else is my family."
"You'll always be my daughter."
"What orphanage did you adopt me from?"
Elliot said. "It was a muggle orphanage in the south of London called Dickens Orphanage. I'd guess that's where I'd start."
Amber nodded.
It was a couple days later, Amber was in the south of London with her dad they were going to the orphanage that she was adopted from. The neighborhood looked okay as they walked towards the orphanage. The orphanage was in sight. It was a limestone two story building with matching limestone steps. The father and daughter walked in.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" a middle aged woman asked.
Elliot smiled and said. "Twelve years ago, I adopted my daughter Amber from here."
"Oh, is this her?"
"Yes, that's me, I was curious if you knew anything about my biological parents."
"I wasn't actually here twelve years ago but Miss Ruby was but she's stuck at home for the next few days since she's sick."
Amber frowned and said. "Can we come back in a few days, dad?"
"I suppose, sweetie."
Amber nodded as they said their goodbyes. This was just the start of her journey.
It was a couple days later, they were walking back to the orphanage to meet Miss Ruby. They reached their destination and walked in.
"Hello, can we talk to Miss Ruby?" Elliot asked.
The woman at the front desk nodded and said. "She's expecting you two, follow me to her office."
The two of them followed her to the office.
"Miss Ruby, the Tonks' are here to see you."
A kindly older woman turned towards them and instructed them to sit down.
"I was here when you were left on the doorstep when you were about a week old."
"What? I was left on the doorstep?"
Miss Ruby nodded sadly and said. "You were left with this note," She said, handing her a note.
Please take care of her.
Trisha McCarthy
"Is that all you have?"
She handed them a makeshift birth certificate.
Name: Amber McCarthy
Born: 8/3/79
Hospital Born: Florence Nightingale Hospital at 7:00am
Birthplace: London
Eyes: Light brown
Hair: Dark brown
Mother: Trisha McCarthy
Father: N/A
Amber was curious why she had no father listed. So, she was a muggle born since McCarthy was a muggle name.
After a few minutes, they were excused. Well, this wasn't the end of her journey it was just a kink.
It was a few days later, she was in Wales visiting Tim. She was sharing all her findings about herself.
"McCarthy seems like a muggle last name, so you must be a muggle born."
"Yeah," she sighed.
Tim asked. "I thought you liked being a muggle born?"
"That's not technically the problem, I won't stand an ounce of a chance with the guy I fancy."
"Don't say that, Ambie."
She smiled at her best friend.
It was a few days after her visit with Tim. She was on her way to the hospital where she was born. It was a brick building with matching steps. She walked up to the the information desk with her dad. The were informed the head nurse who had delivered her had died recently. Well, that doesn't help. But there was a woman who was the assistant nurse who could help. They went to her office.
"I remember the morning you were born. Your mum had been in labor for about twenty four hours. The first one to hold you was her friend Janet McCarthy. She was out of the room when your mother told us to take you to the orphanage. I didn't understand why. We kept you for a week until we were found out by our supervisor and were forced to take you to the orphanage.
Amber nodded soaking in the information. After that, they started back home.
It was a few days later, Amber was searching through the phone book for all the Janet McCarthys in the book. She found about a dozen. She's called about half of them up until now. It was a difficult task. She spent a half hour on the phone with the last one. That Janet McCarthy was a very sweet older lady. She decided to finish for the night and continue tomorrow.
It was the next day, Amber was back on the phone trying to find Janet. It was the last Janet McCarthy on the list.
"Hello?" A voice asked.
"Hi, this is Amber Tonks or rather Amber McCarthy. Like it says on my birth certificate."
"Oh, I haven't seen you since you were minutes old."
The two of them discussed when they should meet. They decided to meet in Diagon Alley after Amber finished her shopping for her third year.