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Yours truly...
Jade xXxXx
A white owl soared through the sky and landed on a window sill of The Burrow and silently eyed a dark haired sleeping boy that lay on a bed snoring softly. After watching him for several seconds the owl violently pecked his head.
"Owww, Hedwig! What's wrong?" Harry sleepily said and Hedwig extended her foot where a letter was attached. Harry picked it up and looked at the address on the front. Mrs Molly Weasley.
Harry groaned. "Hedwig, trust you to bring me someone else's mail." Suddenly the door flew open.
"Oh Harry, you're awake." Ron shifted uneasily, looking at his feet. "Come down breakfast is ready."
That's strange. He's acting kinda odd. Oh well, I'll find out what's up later, Harry thought while mumbling "Ok, I'll just get dressed." Ron left and Harry tumbled out of bed and got dressed while thinking about his friend's odd behavior. He walked down the stairs and rubbed his eyes sleepily when he got to the foot of them. As soon as he looked up he saw Ginny's face, the sweet, pretty face that he had loved for so long.
"Hey!" he smiled. To his surprise she turned red and ran from the table, pushed past him and rushed up the stairs.
"What's wrong with Ginny?" he said. Ron and Hermione looked at each other worriedly.
"Oh well, by the way, Mrs Weasley, Hedwig sent me some of your mail." He said handing the plump woman by the sink a letter. Mrs Weasley opened the letter and gradually smiled as she read it.
"A Spanish exchange student is coming to stay here for the summer; apparently she and Dumbledore are coming at eleven." Mrs Weasley glanced at the clock. "My goodness! Its half past ten already!" She said hurriedly as she started shooting cleaning up spells on all the 'invisible' mess around the house.
"Ron, Hermione, Harry, I want you to be on your best behavior. Oh, Ron, go up and get Ginny, Fleur and Bill will you, love? Oh and tell them to get nicely dressed!" Ron rushed up and after 15 minutes, he came back with Bill and Fleur.
"Mum, Ginny's not feeling well, she said she'd come later." Ron said, looking at his feet. Mrs Weasley suspected that her youngest son was not telling the truth but before she got to voice her thoughts, there was a knock at the door.
"Ron, why couldn't you wear better trousers?" Mrs Weasley opened the door.
"Albus, how lovely to see you!"
"Likewise Molly, Oh, come on, no dawdling, you can go in first." Dumbledore motioned to someone outside.
A slender, tanned girl breezed in. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders gracefully and her agate-grey eyes took in everything around her. Ron and Harry's jaws dropped.
"Everyone this is…" Dumbledore started…
"Juanita Lopez De Silvas, Nita to you." The girl completed Dumbledore's sentence with a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips, as if she was amused.
"Hello Nita, I'm Mrs Weasley, this is Bill, my oldest son," Mrs Weasley spoke while Bill nodded.
"And this is his wife, Fleur."
Fleur stepped forwards to shake Nita's hand. "Eet is very nice to meet you."
Out of the blue, Nita giggled. "Merci Beaucoup, tu as très gentil. Ça va?"
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I thought you were Spanish." Hermione looked at this girl strangely.
Nita just smiled and said in a slightly accented voice. "I live really close to the French border, so my private tutor gave me lessons in French, just in case."
"Oh right… My name's Hermione." Hermione smiled a small smile while Nita put on a satisfied smile.
"Nice to meet you."
Mrs Weasley decided to carry on introducing everyone. "This is Ronald, my youngest son."
Ron took two steps forward to shake Nita's hand. "It's just Ron." He said. Nita smiled.
"My youngest, Ginny, is feeling poorly so I'll introduce you to her later." Mrs Weasley
"And this is the famous Harry Potter." Mrs Weasley finished proudly as f it was an honor to meet Harry.
Nita looked Harry over. "So you're the one everybody gets worked up about." You don't seem that special. "Nice to meet you."
"Err yeah, you too." Harry said back awkwardly.
Nita looked back at Mrs Weasley with grateful eyes. "Thank you for having me, Mrs Weasley, I'm very grateful."
Mrs Weasley blushed. "Not a problem my dear, more the merrier. Nita, you will be sharing with Hermione. Do you have your suitcases?"
Nita looked at Dumbledore. "The professor has."
At that moment, Dumbledore produced two tiny suitcases out of his robe pockets and put them on the floor. Using his wand, he magically resized them to their normal shape.
"Nita, you will be sharing a room with Hermione, Ron, help her with the suitcases." Mrs Weasley looked at Dumbledore who gave her a slight nod. "You kids go and play; Albus and I have some important issues to discuss."
Nita, Hermione and Ron started to walk the stairs, while Harry stayed hesitantly at the bottom.
"I'll just go to the toilet." He said and as soon as he was out of view from the adults, he took his invisibility cloak and wrapped it around himself. He watched the adults from behind a wall.
"So she's definitely the one?"
"Yes, yes, I'm afraid so."
"Poor mite, as innocent as a baby."
"Indeed, it is not wise to inform her. I just told her to use the wand."
"When she finds out, what if she turns?"
"That is in the future. She will be an asset to each side. The order's not even sure if she's human. The prophecy never lies."
"Poor thing, she has no idea what she could be."
"Indeed, indeed. Well Molly, I must be on my way. Thousands of history books are still waiting for me and the order to search. Good day."
Dumbledore and Mr Weasley rose and Dumbledore exited while Mr Weasley continued to wash the dishes. Ron came thumping down the stairs. Harry quickly took off his invisibility cloak and stuffed it back into his pocket again. He walked out from behind the wall.
"Hey Harry, you won't believe the amount of stuff Nita has! Honestly, she said she was travelling light." Ron chattered away but Harry's mind was not totally on the subject.
Not human? History book? Prophecy? There's something fishy going on and I'm gonna find out even if it kills me. Harry was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts.
"Hi Harry, Ron, have you done Potion? Wolfsbane is a phermiotic herb not a centalitic like everyone else thinks. I just found out." Hermione resumed her homework talk, while a sweet scent filled the air.
"Oh stuff it 'Mione, we're on holiday!" Ron had recently taken to calling Hermione by her diminutive just to annoy her.
"HERMIONE!" Hermione screeched
"Ok, ok, sheesh, women. Hang on, what's that smell?" Ron finally realised the scent flowing through the air. With Ron, Harry also realised the scent.
Hermione sniffed the air. "Lavender and Water lily. Hmmmm… It's Nita's bath water."
"Mad, girls make their bath water smell? Honestly you people aren't human."
"Put a sock in it Ron. Muggles do that." Harry spoke for the first time since their conversation.
"So she's a muggle?"
"I don't think so, I think she's a half." Hermione said with her brow furrowing.
Suddenly Harry thought of something. "Guys, what's up with Ginny?"
Ron and Hermione looked at each other worriedly when…
BAM!
"Morning all!"
"Nice to be home! Make some toast Mum, I'm starving."
Guess who? That's right, Fred and George.
"Saved by the brothers." Whispered Ron in Hermione's ear as the three went to say hello to the two gangly twins sitting at the table.
"Nice to have someone make our toast for a change." George reclined on his chair.
"I'll do nothing of the sort! Fred, take your feet off the table. George wash your face, you're positively filthy!"
"Mrs Weasley, Nita's in the bathroom at the moment." Hermione piped up.
"Oh right." Mrs Weasley looked out the window to see something that made her blood boil. "GNOMES! RIGHT, I'LL SHOW THEM NOT TO COME BACK IN OUR GARDEN!" Mrs Weasley took hold of a long stick and stomped into the garden.
"Who's Nita?" Fred asked Hermione.
But it was Ron who answered. "Just this Spanish exchange student who's going to Hogwarts with us."
"Ahh right. Dumbledore said something about that." George said as he busied himself with some bread
"Spanish girls are supposed to be hot. After breakfast we'll go out to the hill for some quidditch. I haven't played it in ages." Fred helped George with the toast.
Dear Reader...
YAY! FRED AND GEORGE! FRED AND GEORGE! FRED AND GEORGE! FRED AND GEORGE! FRED AND GEORGE! FRED AND GEORGE! FRED AND GEORGE! FRED AND GEORGE! Sorry I like them a lot. Hehehehehe. Until next time, goodbye.
Yours truly...
Jade xXxXx
P.s. Please review, constructive criticism is much appreciated.