"For fuck sake! I can't be bothered with this shit anymore! Can't you just say you want me or not. Yes or no. I feel like total shite all the time and you still haven't said one or other". Phire cried. "I've been living with you for what? Eight years? I thought you took me on and wanted to keep me, at least adopt me. But no! You have been waiting all this for what? Tell me then!" Phire was so angry the she had a reddish tint in her eyes. The white of her eyes had been engulfed by coal black. Hot tears of anger were spilling over her cheeks. But theses tears were black, making her foster parents cower back in fear and shock. The ancient magic that ran through Phire's vines was making itself evident.

"Sweetie, there are things that we can't change. This is the time of celebrating! The war is over Harry Potter, Hermione and Ronald Wesley saved us all. But there are still things that need to be sorted out. We couldn't adopt you before there was a war going on. Jack here is muggle born. If we wanted to adopt you it would have put his life in danger".

Phire stood there at the top of the stairs looking down on the two people that looked after her and cared for even though it could have cost them their lives. Feeling very guilty she flue down the stair into the arms of the older woman.

"I'm so sorry I forgot that Voldemort was still after me then. It's just that we have been in hiding for a whole year. I miss all my friends and I missed seventh year all together". A shiver ran through her body when she thought about Voldemort, he had been after her ever since he had learn of her abilities. Phire was not like ever other witch, she had ancient blood running through her veins. The problem was that Dumbledore had died two years ago before either of them could figure out the extent of her powers. What she did know was that she was a decedent of a powerful line of magic; which did not always taking its form in humans.

"Sweetie its okay", her foster father cooed "that's what we wanted to talk to you about" he stop for affect and to enjoy the look of astonishment on Phire's face. "Tracy and I decided that we wanted you in our lives for ever and ever" by this time Phire's jaw had reached the floor as she waited expectantly for what was to come. "So we called the ministry and they are going to send a bonder over" a flashing look of worry Stoll its way on to Jack's face "T-t-that is if you want us as F-f-family" he had never thought to ask Phire's permission, assuming that she would want this. He worry was not needed however because as soon as Jack had finished Phire had leapt on him and his wife kissing them on the cheeks before crushing them in a bond breaking hug. Clear salty tears of joy now streaming down her face.

"Thank you so much! I love you both so much" Phire was so happy, in a few minutes she would have a prober family. Suddenly there was a loud tap on the door. That must be the bonder all three of them thought. Breaking away from the hug; Jack when to the door to let the bonder in. Standing in the door way was a petit woman with blue hair and a big smile. "Jack! Tracy! How lovely to see you! And this must me Philipa. Lovely to make you r acquaintance" the little woman seemed to had an aura around her that made every one smile and feel like children again. After a couple of minutes of pleasantries they started the bonding process. Phire held Jack's right wrist, Jack held Tracy's right wrist and Tracy held Phire's right wrist. This made a three way hand hold. The bonder then muttered sentence after sentence in a language that none of them new. After which she asked them all if that was what they wanted. After seeing there nods she muttered the last line of incantations. A thin white line snaked out of the end of her wand. Winding its way over and through their waist binding them as family. As soon and the white line had circled their wrist completely it disappeared. Leaving a warming feeling were it had touched there skin. Next they singed a peace of parchment, this let the ministry know that they were family. Once this was done the petite woman waved good-by quickly; as she was going off to she another wizarding family, but this time to marry them.