Adele Black: The End

A Careless Man's Careful Daughter

Adele Black: The End

A Careless Man's Careful Daughter

"Chiron?" I breathed. "How..."

"Themis— you know, the Titaness and goddess of law and order— mentioned that you're in need of some help," he said.

"I... I suppose I could, since the defense is trying to prove that I don't exist," I trailed off.

I suddenly came to my senses and opened the door wider. Chiron was currently in his wheelchair, with a blanket covering his horse legs. Everything else about him was the same. "Please, come in."

Chiron masterly wheeled his chair into the Burrow. "It truly is good to see you Adele."

"How did you find me?" I asked, confused. As far as I knew, Chiron hadn't been across the Atlantic Ocean for hundreds of years.

"I figured you'd be here. You I-Messaged me from the pond nearby, so I figured you'd be here," Chiron smiled.

"Adele, dear, who was at the door?" Mrs. Weasley's voice echoed from the room where I had left everybody.

"Oh, nobody special," I cheekily grinned before taking the handles on Chiron's chair and wheeling him into the living room. "He's a stranger, really," I joked.

"Adele, how do you know this man?" Mr. Weasley said, his voice laced with concern and seriousness. It was obvious to me that he was concerned that there was a random man that appeared to be middle aged looking for me specifically, and in any other case I would be basking in the protectiveness, but I knew Chiron.

"Oh, sorry," I blushed, "Chiron, meet some of the Weasley's and Weasley associates. Some of the Weasley's and Weasley associates, meet Chiron."

"Hello, it's great to finally meet you all," Chiron said, sticking his hand out for somebody to shake. Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley did, but everybody else was in too much shock to do so. "Adele has told me so much about each of you. All good things, mostly," he said, his eyes lingering on George for a beat longer than was normally acceptable.

"Adele's hardly mentioned you," Ron rudely said. Hermione elbowed him in the side. "But when she has it's been all good things."

Chiron didn't take offense to his tone; instead, he gave a hearty laugh. "That's my doing, of course. I did tell her not to reveal much of our world, if any at all. I'm here to assist Adele for when the trial resumes— I'll be asked about your childhood, no doubt, and I also happen to have your birth certificate."

I frowned. "How? Wouldn't it be wherever my dad was?"

"Well, technically, it was," Chiron said. I brought him over to where I had been before. He sat in front of me in his chair and I sat back down on the couch by Achilles and Fred.

"What do you mean? Chiron, how did my parents meet?" I asked.

"Well—"

"Chiron," I said, my eyes pleading with his. "I need to know. You've brushed me off in the past whenever I asked, but you can't do that, not anymore."

"Did Dumbledore never tell you?" Chiron asked, his ancient eyes saddened. "He was supposed to tell you."

"Well he never did," I bitterly said. "He didn't tell me a lot of things. Including that he knew some of the Party Ponies. I would've loved to catch up with them, ever since that whole fiasco with the prom dress—"

"What? Party Ponies?" Hermione whispered loud enough for me to hear.

"Oh, they're centaurs, apparently there's some of the Party Ponies in the Forbidden Forest, but I didn't know that until I left school, because otherwise I would have made sure to catch up with them and have a laugh about the summer of—"