Adele Black: The End

I Was Enchanted to Meet You

"Ugh! Ginny, your son is currently drawing on your walls!" I called out in frustration.

"James Sirius Potter, what have I told you about drawing on the walls?"

"Not to do it," he said, a marker still in his grubby hands. "Sorry mommy."

"It's alright James, just ask and I can give you some paper next time, okay? I have tons of it," Ginny said to him with a kind smile.

James Sirius Potter was 2 years old and he was an absolute devil. He was Harry and Ginny's eldest, and he was about to become a big brother in a few weeks, during the middle of June. He had messy black hair that never lied flat, freckles, and Ginny's warm brown eyes. He was a little rascal, but he was cute. He was also best friends with George and Angelina's son, Fred (George had lost a dumb bet to Fred, and the end result was the name), and Bill and Fleur's youngest, Louis. He was also best friends with another little boy, and the four of them made up what Harry affectionately called the New Marauders.

Let me backtrack and explain a few things. Last year, when I was 25, Fred and I moved back to London. Lee Jordan managed the shop in America, where he lived with his wife, who was a daughter of Aphrodite that he met at our wedding party. Fred now ran the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes branch in Hogsmede.

I had continued to work with Themis until I was 23, but then I stopped. Not because I hated it, I enjoyed it— but I found something I enjoyed more. When Ginny announced that she was pregnant, I decided I would create a picture book for the baby. It was a kids picture book that detailed the adventures of Hercules. Themis saw it one day, and showed it to Apollo, who showed it to a literary agent, and now I wrote children's picture books about Greek stories. I found it much more fun than law, and I never ran out of stories to tell. Plus, working on my own schedule benefited me greatly once he popped into my life. He's the reason Fred and I moved back to London. We decided that we'd spend most of the summers in America to visit Camp, and go to Greece like we promised Rhea, but the rest of the year we'd spend in London so that he could go to Hogwarts.

So, who was this he? His name was—

"Antares Orion Black-Weasley! Don't you dare think about wiping that on the wall!" I yelled out, seeing my 2 year old son pick something out of his nose and bring his finger close to the wall.

Antares Orion Black-Weasley was born when I was 24, at the end of June. He was a few weeks younger than James and two months younger than Fred. The first thing I had said to Fred once Antares was born was that Fred owed me a chocolate frog, because Antares was born with head of thick black hair. His eyes were gray like mine, and he looked like what Sirius Black did as a baby from what I've gathered.

I decided that I wanted to continue the Black family tradition of naming children after space related things, because there were so many different names to use that were tasteful. Along with Antares being the brightest star in the Scorpius constellation, Antares was a Greek name and meant rival of Ares— the rival of the god of war, and I hoped that Antares would never face war in his life. Orion was after the constellation and after my dad. We mostly called Antares by the nickname Res, pronounced like the candy Pez except with a R instead of a P.

Around his first birthday, Fred and I moved out of our apartment and into a cottage with tons of wards around it on the outskirts of London. Harry, Ginny, Teddy and James lived two streets over, something we didn't know when we moved in.

"Sorry mommy," Res said, his gray eyes swelling up with regret.

"It's okay sweetie, just remember there's tissues, alright?" I said to him as I grabbed a tissue from the box on the counter. I wiped his hands off and threw the tissue in the trash. I lifted him up and brought him over to the sink, and I helped him wash his hands. He then ran off with James and they started playing with Lincoln Logs.

"How are you still able to pick him up?" Ginny grumbled in annoyance with a twinge of jealousy from the couch.

"I suppose it comes from training with a shield. It's easier to do things when you're used to having a huge obstacle in front of you," I said, sitting down on the recliner across from the loveseat in which she sat. I kept James and Res in my line of sight.

"Have you and Fred decided on a name yet?" Ginny asked me.

"Yeah. Fred was hoping for another boy, but his hopes got crushed when Will Solace was in town with Nico and could automatically tell I'm having a girl. How he could tell, I don't know, but a Healer confirmed it," I said, rubbing my belly.

"Harry and I reckon we're having another boy," Ginny said with a grunt. "I hope this one has his eyes."

Ginny was currently very pregnant. She was nearing the end of her pregnancy and was due during the middle of June. I was due in early July.

"Fred wants a baby with red hair, but we'll see what happens. He bet me that all the kids we'd have would have red hair, but then Res came out looking like my dad, so I won that," I told her.

Ginny hummed. "You're getting off track. What name have you decided on?"

"You'll just have to wait and see," I smirked at her. "Hey, did Ron and Hermione ever figure out a middle name for Rose?"

Rose was Hermione and Ron's daughter. She had tufts of bright red hair and Hermione's brown eyes. She was born in April, and as far as I knew, she has yet to have a middle name.

"I think they're going with Jean, after Hermione's mother," Ginny said.

"I still think my suggestion was the best," I said with a dramatic sigh.

Ginny burst out laughing. "Adele, your suggestion got you thrown out of the delivery room. You're lucky Hermione was still out of it, because her anger added on to Rons! I've never seen his face so purple!"

It was true, Ron had thrown me out of the delivery room once visitors were allowed in. He had mentioned that they were trying to come up with a middle name still, and I jokingly suggested Lavender. Ron's face went so purple that I thought he was going to turn into a grape. I had trudged back to the waiting room glumly, and Fred automatically got worried. Then Harry came trailing out and told the Weasley family and associates about my suggestion. Everybody except Mrs. Weasley and Percy thought it was hilarious. I apologized later on, of course, but mostly everybody still found my suggestion funny.

"Did I ever tell you about your mom's reaction to Res' name?" I asked Ginny with a laugh.

"No, what was it?" Ginny asked, with an eager grin etched on her freckled face.

"Okay, so when Fred told your parents his name was Antares Orion Black-Weasley, he yawned, so Orion sounded like he said onion in a weird French accent. So your mom said 'Onion? His middle name is Onion?' And poor Fred was too exhausted and out of it to say anything back, so he nodded. When your parents came into the room the next morning, your mom asked why we named him Onion. I was completely confused, of course, and told her his middle name was Orion and not Onion. She was extremely happy after that and started coddling him immediately of course."

There was a sudden crash from somewhere in the house and I groaned. Despite almost everything in the house being toddler proof, Res still somehow managed to bump into things. But I Res and James were still in my line of sight, so it couldn't have been them. It must have been—

"Oops, sorry Aunt 'Dele, I tripped over air again," Teddy said, his normally perky 8 year old voice replaced with grumpiness.

Ginny frowned. "What's wrong Ted? Did school go okay today?"

Teddy shrugged. "I don't want to leave second grade. I really like Miss Murphy, and I wish she taught third grade. Also, Bill was waiting for me at the end of the street and yelled at me!" Teddy clumsily put his bright red backpack on the floor, and glanced at James and Res, who were still so entranced in whatever they were doing to notice him.

"Bill showed up? Bill Weasley?" Ginny frowned as she sat up. "Why on Earth would he do that? He lives nowhere near here!"

The charm that Harry and Ginny placed on Teddy's hair so it didn't randomly change color during the day began to wear off. The brown hair flickered between its regular bright turquoise blue and an angry red.

"Apparently I made Victoire cry," he said, crossing his arms.

"What happened? Vic loves you," I frowned.

"When I saw her yesterday I called her Vicky, and apparently some girl in her morning kindergarten class said Vicky was an icky name yesterday morning. She cried a bunch last night, like a baby, because I called her Vicky like I always do! And Bill was mad that I made her cry! How was I supposed to know that some girl told her Vicky was an icky name?" Teddy complained, visibly upset.

Victoire was, to put it plainly, completely and utterly obsessed with Teddy Lupin. As soon as she could walk, she followed him everywhere. Teddy was extremely annoyed by that while he was 3, 4 and 5, but then he went to first grade and realized that while he had friends, none of them were his best friend— that was reserved for Victoire. I could, of course, smell the love story from a mile away. Fred and I had a bet going that they'd be together by the time Vic was 17.

Ginny was fuming. "What does he think he's playing at? Who does he think he is?"

"You should send Bill a Howler, Ginny. Also, Teddy, don't worry about Bill— he's extremely overprotective of his children. You should ask Victoire what she wants to be called, though. Kids can be vicious," I said to both of them.

Teddy brightened up. "That's a great idea! Can I go over now?"

"Let me send the Howler first," Ginny grinned. "Also, don't you have homework?"

Teddy rolled his eyes and his hair went back to its normal turquoise hue. "They don't give homework when there's a week left of school, Ginny."

Ginny gave him a look and arched one of her eyebrows. It was obvious that she didn't believe him.

Teddy sighed in defeat. "Fine, I have math homework. Aunt 'Dele can you help me? You helped me with history the other day."

I grimaced. "I'm afraid math is where I draw the line, buddy. Never been able to do it, and probably never will."

"Ugh. Why do they have to make math hard? I don't care about fractions, when will I ever use them?" Teddy grumbled loudly, causing James and Res to look up. They forgot whatever it was they were building with the Lincoln Logs and stumbled over to Teddy with smiles on their faces.

Teddy looked happier than he did when he got home from school, so I didn't have the heart to tell him that he'd probably use fractions in his potions class when he got to Hogwarts.

Later that night, I was rudely awoken from my sleep by the worried sounds of Percy and Annabeth. I shot up and rubbed my eyes, only to see them in a shimmery I-Message. There faces were grim and nervous, and I didn't like it.

"Percy? Annabeth? What's going on? Is Ariel okay?"

Ariel Sally Jackson was two years old and a perfect mixture of her parents. She had Annabeth's blonde curls, tan skin and Percy's sea green eyes. Ariel was named after Ariel from the Little Mermaid, and from what I knew, Poseidon was absolutely smitten with her in the way many grandfathers are. Or, at least like how Arthur Weasley was with his grandchildren. The only grandfather I've ever met was Zeus, and it was safe to say that he wasn't the coddling type.

"Ariel's fine, it's... Thalia's at camp with the Hunters of Artemis. On their way up the hill, there was some monster, and it was shooting arrows at them. They managed to get rid of it, but not before it shot Thalia with an arrow," Annabeth said, her voice wavering with uncertainty. It was clear that she was trying her best not to cry.

"The arrow had poison in it. Fast acting poison. Will couldn't... Nectar and ambrosia aren't working, and Will thinks that she only has a few hours left," Percy finished.

I gulped and quickly threw the covers off of me. "I'll be there within the hour." With that, I waved my hand through the I-Message and watched it fade away.

I hurriedly changed into a pair of sport shorts and a T-shirt. I threw a Gryffindor sweatshirt on and somehow managed to bend down far enough to tie the laces on my sneakers.

"Adele? What's going on?" Fred groggily said. "Is it the baby?"

"No," I hastily turned to him, my face filled with worry. "It's Thalia. She's dying, I have to go to Camp."

Fred shot up in alarm. "Will you be able to appearate all the way there?"

I nodded. "I'll stop in Greenland, and then I'll head to New York. I'll be careful. I need to go, I need to be there—"

"Hey, hey," Fred softly whispered, bringing me into a hug. "I'm not going to stop you. Go be with her. I can take the day off tomorrow and hang out with Res. Keep me updated if you can, okay? I hope... I hope she'll be okay. I love you."

"Thank you. I love you so much," I replied. I gave him a quick peck on the lips, picked up the backpack near the dresser and turned on the heel of my foot.

Within seconds, I found myself in the cold streets of Nuuk, Greenland. I surveyed my surroundings quickly to ensure nobody saw me and turned on my heel again. My eyes opened and I saw Thalia's pine in the distance. My legs carried me up the hill and I crossed the border, only to be stopped by two campers who were on shift at the boundary line once I stepped in safely.

"Who are you?" One of them, a dark skinned female, asked me. She was in a defensive stance, ready to strike me with her spear.

"Tell us who you are and we'll let you through," the other camper, a male with the distinctive characteristics of a child of Hermes.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "I'm Adele Black, daughter of Athena. I'm here because one of my friends— Thalia Grace— is dying and I want to see her."

The Hermes kid hesitated, but the other girl looked up and down as if she was trying to confirm my identity before nodding to let me through.

I huffed in annoyance and began to speed walk to the infirmary. I would have ran, but that was a bit hard to do when you were about 8 months pregnant.

"Percy? Annabeth?" I called out as I reached my destination.

"Adele," Annabeth breathed. She got up from her seat and wrapped me in a huge hug.

"Where is she?"

"Over here," Annabeth said, bringing me over to a cot. "Percy, get out of your chair. Let Adele sit."

"Why do I have to— oh, you're pregnant pregnant," Percy observed.

I took his seat and glanced at the occupant of the cot. It was definitely Thalia Grace, but she was so pale that I almost thought she was a ghost. Her skin was pale and lifeless, except for her right arm, which was red and swollen with disgusting green pus soaking through the white bandage wrapped around an open wound. I was eerily reminded that Zoe Nightshade, the previous Lieutenant in the Hunters of Artemis, also died of poison from Ladon's poisonous bite. It's funny, how things worked.

"Hey, Thalia," I said. "How are you doing?"

Thalia's eyes cracked open, the electrifying blue that was once so lively now dull. "Dele... you're looking old," she croaked out. "6 years older."

I gave her a sad smile. "And you still look a day away from turning 16." My voice was watery, but I still tried to joke like I did when I saw her 6 years ago.

"Am... I'm not going to make it, am I?" She wearily asked.

Annabeth hurriedly sat in the chair next to me. She gripped Thalia's non-injured hand. "Thalia..."

"No, you're not going to," Nico di Angelo, who I didn't even know was in the room piped up.

"I need to pick a Lieutenant. To replace me," Thalia coughed out. "Lady Artemis has given me that blessing. I need advice."

I breathed in a deep breath. "What about Phoebe? I've always liked her. She was always cool when the Hunters came to camp."

Thalia shook her head, which seemed to be difficult. "Phoebe's dead. Adele... Would you..."

I closed my eyes and pushed down an angry outburst that was building up. I wanted to scream at her for even thinking about asking me to do this. But I could scream at her, not now that she was dying.

"Thalia, I can't, and I won't," I told her softly yet sternly.

Annabeth looked bewildered at what Thalia was asking me to do. "Thalia, you can't possibly be asking Adele to be Lieutenant, can you? She's 8 months pregnant, has a husband and a 2 year old."

Thalia looked confused. "You're pregnant? You don't... you don't look..."

"I think the poison is getting further into her," Nico said gloomily. "She's... loosing awareness."

I softly brushed back Thalia's damp black hair from her face, which had droplets of sweat dripping down it. "Thalia, Fred and I got married, remember? You couldn't come to the party because you were on a mission."

"Oh," she incoherently said. "So you can't be Lieutenant? Wait, you had a kid?"

I gave her a sad smile, tears threatening to fall out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks. "Yeah, his name is Antares. After the brightest star in the Scorpius constellation. It also means rival of Ares."

Thalia nodded, but I could tell that she still wasn't completely with us. "And... Annabeth and Kelp Head... Ariel?"

"Yeah," Percy said, his normally strong voice uneven. His eyes were swollen with tears. "Our little mermaid."

Thalia tried to sit up but laid back down before Will Solace could force her to do so. Her normally strong body was weak and frail, and the bandage on her arm was now at risk of falling off due all the ooze protruding from it. Her breathing was staggered.

"Bring... bring in Reyna," she coughed out. Blood pooled at her lips and trickled down her chin. She didn't have much time left.

Nico nodded and left the room briefly, before returning with a girl I didn't recognize. She had piercing black eyes and brown skin, with glossy black hair pulled back into one long braid down her back. I had never seen her before, but I gathered that this must be Reyna.

"Reyna, I'm... dying, and I need to appoint a Lieutenant. Reyna Ramírez-Arellano, will you be the Lieutenant in the Hunters of Artemis when I die?" Thalia wearily croaked out.

It took a minute for Reyna to process what had been said before she nodded. "I will."

It was silent for a few more minutes as we all stood or sat around Thalia in her last moments.

"Will you... you'll tell them about me, right? You'll tell Ariel, Antares, and this one?" Thalia croaked out with a wheeze. She looked like she was struggling to breathe and put words together.

"Of course," Annabeth and I said in synch.

"I love you all so much. Can you tell Grover I love him too? Since he's not here? He's the Lord of the Wild, you know," Thalia asked, her voice small and her eyes full of confusion.

I almost started sobbing, because Thalia knew Grover was dead. She knew. But she wasn't making sense, and she thought he was still alive. I felt my eyes water up and I glanced towards the ceiling to blink them back so she didn't know I was crying before looking at her again.

"Yeah," I said. Percy put his fist in his mouth to silence his sobs, and Annabeth sniffled quietly. "Yeah, we'll tell him."

"Good," she faintly said, her voice sounding far off. "I'm... I'm really tired, I think I'm going to take a nap. You'll all be here when I get up?"

Percy nodded. "Yeah, Thalia. We'll all be here when you wake up."

"That's good," she breathed. "I'm really really tired."

"That's okay," Annabeth hiccuped. "You can rest now."

"I can?" Thalia asked. "That's good, because I'm... I'm going to take a nap. You'll be here when I wake up?"

I nodded. "Yeah, Thalia, we'll be here when you wake up."

"Good," she lazily said. Her eyes fluttered shut for the final time and a long, shuddering breath left her chest before she was forever still.

It was a difficult week. I stayed at Camp for 7 days after Thalia's death, helping with making her burial shroud. I was never the best at sewing, but I managed to sew Thalia's beloved Death to Barbie T-shirt into it through my tears. There was a looming sense of uneasiness throughout the week. The baby inside of me kept on kicking me harshly, like she was trying to punch her way through to the outside world. It felt even worse when we burnt her shroud at the end of the 7 days, and I felt like I was in constant pain.

"Adele, did you like, pee yourself or something?" Nico asked me awkwardly as we walked back slowly to the Big House.

I frowned. "No, I think I'd know if I peed— oh gods. Nico, I need you to bring me to your boyfriend."

"What? Why?"

"Because I think my water broke! Oh gods, I can't believe I didn't notice—"

"Oh fuck, so we should've said something sooner," Nico said underneath his breath.

I whipped around to face him and I felt my face morph into some sort of anxious expression. "What? When did you first notice this?"

"I don't know, maybe... 6 hours ago? Everybody was super busy, and nobody wanted to ask you if you peed yourself because we didn't want to offend you—"

"Okay, well help me get to the infirmary! Gods, this is probably why I've been in so much pain today, I've been in labor for the past 6 hours!"

Nico practically dragged me over to the infirmary, and I soon found myself dressed in a hospital gown and my body laying in the exact bed that Thalia had been in days prior. I was in a lot of pain, and honestly I felt like keeling over. That would be better than anything else at this point.

"Oh yeah, you're definitely in labor," Will Solace said, taking one look at me. "Nico, go and I-Message Fred. Based on what I can see, you're definitely 10 centimeters dilated. I'd start pushing like, right now. Also, the baby is crowning, so we definitely can't hook you up with the goods now.

"No, no, no! I need drugs, I can't not have the pain killers for this—" I cried out as sharp cramps plowed through my body. I let out a scream. "And where do you think you're going!?" I screamed at Nico.

"To I-Message your husband."

"No, get somebody else to do that! I need a hand to break since your stupid boyfriend won't give me the goods!" I screamed at him. I was briefly aware of Will yelling at some random camper to I-Message Fred Weasley and tell him that his wife was in labor.

"Okay, Adele, you're going to need to push—"

I grunted and pushed with all my might, gripping Nico di Angelo's pasty hand as I did so. I heard him groan in pain as I crushed his hand. I screamed in pain and was cursing Fred out loud.

"Why did I ever let him touch me! I'm going to castrate him! AGH!" I screamed. I kept on pushing and pushing and squeezing Nico's poor hand tightly.

Sweat dripped down my face and my hair was matted down on my face. I was very unattractive at the moment, and the curse words that flew out of my mouth would've made Mrs. Weasley want to cut my tongue out.

"Okay, you're doing great Adele. One more push, I promise. Just one more, okay?" Will said encouragingly.

I pushed. I pushed hard. I pushed like I never pushed before, despite all the pain telling me not to do so. I let out one huge scream and squeezed Nico's hand tightly one last time before my body relaxed. I heard a wail, and I felt happy tears roll down my face. My hand let go of Nico's.

"Is it— is it done?" I breathlessly asked. Nico handed me an ambrosia bar and a cup of nectar. I gobbled and chugged it like it was my lifeline, and I automatically felt tons better.

If there was one thing I was grateful for in the entire birthing process, it was my status as a demigod that really took the cake. The advantage of ambrosia and nectar healed my body super quickly, and by the next day, it was like I hadn't given birth at all.

"Yeah, you did wonderful. You have a new, healthy baby girl. She was born a few weeks early, but she's healthy. I recommend maybe you stay a few more days just in case, and Fred's welcome to stay as well. I've cleaned her off, would you like to hold her?"

"Yes, please," I said, slipping down part of my hospital gown so I could make skin-to-skin contact with my daughter.

She was pink, like all newborn babies were. She was tiny, smaller than Res had been when he was born, but that was to be expected— Res was born exactly on his due date, and this little girl was born before Harry and Ginny had their kid. Her skin was smooth against mine, and she smelled of wipes. She had small tufts of blonde hair, like mine, and when she opened up her big eyes, they were bright blue, like Fred's. I took her little hand in mine and played with her chubby little fingers. "Hi sweet girl," I cooed. "You're just like your Daddy, it seems. Always doing the unexpected."

I stared at her, and I was enthralled by her, just like I had been with Res. She began to cry. "Nico, come here," I said to him. "Is your hand okay?"

"It's fine."

"Good, would you mind holding her real quick? I need to get rid of this placenta that's going to be coming out of me, and I can't do it while holding her."

Nico looked at me, startled, but held her anyways. It was a funny sight to see— nobody in their right mind would probably let a goth kid hold a newborn baby, but I knew Nico. His exterior might be cold, but on the inside, he was one big softy. I pushed the placenta out with a groan of annoyance as the infirmary door flew open, with Fred rushing in.

"I can't believe I wasn't here!" He fretted. "I dropped Res off at George's, told him and Angelina that I had to go to camp. I told them about Thalia, but I was in too much of a rush to tell them about the baby. Everything's alright, right? Is that her?"

"Yeah," I said with a smile as I lifted myself up onto my elbows.

"Here," Nico awkwardly said, giving Fred the baby. "I'll leave you guys alone."

Soon enough it was just the three of us in the room. "She's beautiful," Fred said, enamored by her. "She looks just like you."

"Except for her eyes, those are yours," I breathlessly said. "I know we agreed on Cassiopeia as a middle name, after the constellation, but I was thinking..."

"Grace? As her middle name?" Fred softly smiled at me, reading my mind.

"Yeah," I said, thinking of Thalia and her fierceness.

The three of us sat there. Fred climbed onto the bed and wrapped his arm around me as we both held our little girl close.

"I was enchanted to meet you, Lyra Grace Black-Weasley," Fred smiled. Enchanted was right.

Three days later, Fred and I showed up outside the Burrow with Lyra sound asleep in a baby carrier, with Res tightly gripping Fred's hand. We had arrived home yesterday, and Fred had gone to get Res then. When we introduced him to his little sister, he became enthralled immediately. He was fascinated by her, and he had promised to always protect her.

"Can you open the door for us Res?" I asked.

"Yes Mommy!" Res excitedly cried before running up to the front door and opening it.

Together, our little family of four stepped into the hectic hemisphere. Lyra was still sound asleep. Res ran off to find James and Fred and Louis.

"GUYS! GUYS!" I heard Res enthuse in the way only a 2 year old could. "Guess what? I'm a big brother!"

"Of course you will be, but Aunt Dele hasn't had her baby yet, has she?" Vic smartly said in the way that only a kindergarten could.

"She has!" Res said, crossing his arms.

"Ginny hasn't had her baby yet," Teddy pointed out from besides Vic. It was safe to assume then that they had settled the issue between them, then. "How could Adele have her baby if Ginny hasn't had hers?"

"I want to be a big brother!" James pouted. "Daddy! Can Mummy have the baby now?"

Harry knelt down next to his son. "She can't right now, Jamie. The baby isn't ready to come out yet. You know how if you take cookies out of the oven too soon they aren't ready? It's kind of like that."

James frowned and I held back a laugh. "But Res said that his mummy had the baby, but the baby wasn't ready yet! Gramma said I'll be a big brother before Res would!"

Before Harry could reply, Fred and I stepped out of the shadows. I had put down Lyra's carrier and held her close to my chest.

"Hey Mum," Fred began, "do you think you'd be able to get a head start on the Weasley sweaters now? One with an L?"

"What?" Molly said. Everybody looked at Fred and then looked at me, and then realized that I was holding a bundle in my arms. "You... you had the baby? When? Why wasn't I there?" Molly said, hurt lacing her voice.

"I had the baby at Camp, during Thalia's ceremony. I didn't even realize my water had broken, because the day was so horrible. Everybody was too scared to ask me if I had peed myself because I was crying a lot, but it turns out my water had broken 6 hours before. I was already dilated and was in labor. By the time Fred arrived it was all over," I softly said. "I didn't even get the drugs. But hey, 2 for 2 so far on children who are American citizens," I joked.

"What's the name?" Arthur asked. "Is it a boy? Or a girl?"

"Her name is Lyra Grace Black-Weasley," Fred said with a large smile. "Lyra after the constellation and also after the harp in the Orpheus story, and Grace because Thalia's last name was Grace."

"Lyra?" Percy Weasley asked. "That's an... odd name." Audrey hit him in the arm before she went back to settling their daughter, Molly, who was 3, in her chair.

"And Percival isn't?" Fred countered. "Don't listen to him, Lyra, your Uncle Percy is a prat."

"Prat!" Fred, Louis, James and Res giggled. "Prat! Prat! Prat!"

I sighed. "We'll never hear the end of this, will we?"

"Oh, most certainly not," Ginny said pointedly at me. "Fred, now James is going to be saying that all night."

Fred grinned. "What can I say, Ginny? I'm helping him expand his vocabulary."

I broke out in a laugh, waking up Lyra, who gave a wail. "You did this," I smiled at my husband. "You go feed her."

"I wouldn't dream of anything else, dear."

FYI: I cried while writing this chapter! There's only one more chapter left of Adele's story!