sorry I didn't update yesterday but it's been crazy at school lately and I have to study for the exams :P ...here's another chapter, and I promise I'll update again tomorrow.

and if you'd like to see the room Molly prepared for Jade - it's in my profile picture :) ...please read and review!

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The ride was long, through main streets of London, smaller cities, small towns and finally villages, more and more green fields and golden hills, when sun finally got up, everything was still wet from morning rain. It looked like magic with little rainbows everywhere.

We stopped at gas station to use the bathroom and get something small to eat.

All I managed to swallow was small bar of chocolate, which wouldn't pass as acceptable breakfast in any other circumstances but Miss Jones said it's better than nothing and paid for it. It was probably delicious but I was so nervous it tasted like wax to me.

Meanwhile at the Burrow, cursing Mr. Weasley shut the gate behind him and disappeared. Why does it have to be today. He took a day off from work. It was special day, he deserved one free day. That was all he was asking for, one day, but no, some stupid wizard had to change muggle bicycle and than fly on it across the country. What a silly idea!

Molly tried to calm him down, saying they will celebrate Jade's homecoming at dinner instead of lunch, that they will wait for him and that it will be probably better if she had time to meet them one by one. But it didn't do any good to Mr. Weasley,, he simply wanted to be there when his new daughter comes home for the first time. Was it so hard to understand?

Molly watched him from the kitchen window, drying dishes from breakfast. It was a little bit after eight in the morning and kids were already outside playing in overgrown grass. She could hardly see the tops of their heads, but they knew to keep close to the porch so she let them out earlier than usually. She didn't want to risk any more paint spills in her clean kitchen.

Last couple of days, she climbed all the way up to Ron's room and back down to the kitchen several times, cleaning every bit of their house. Miles of laundry were hanging outside drying on the sun every day, she scrubbed every pan, cup and fork they had, even Ron's nose got a big scrub yesterday in an effort to make him look presentable this important morning. Ginny still couldn't feel her elbows from all the cleaning and scratching that happened previous night during her bath time. She fell on the way to the village and scratched both of her elbows really bad. She didn't care about them, but black dirt got stuck on them and it wasn't acceptable for her mom. So she went to bed last night sobbing because believe me, it hurts a lot when you have to wash scratched elbows.

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They were driving again and Miss Jones had something to say.

Jade knew it, she was good at recognizing all different expressions and Miss Jones looked particularly funny when she couldn't decide how to start.

"Jade, you know how strange things happen to you from time to time?"

Of course she new, it was pretty hard to ignore them if they happened to you. And here was "the talk" about how she should try to behave and not to do anything odd, how this family will love her, only she has to be a good girl and play like other kids do. She knew it. There was the same talk every time she went to new home.

But Miss Jones surprised her by saying it's completely normal. That it happens to kids like her. Like her? What does that mean?

"Jade, you're like me, you're like the Weasleys, like lots of people. Jade, you're…."

You're, you're, you're what? Why didn't she finish?

"Freak?" girl asked and almost made Miss Jones laugh.

"No, that's not what I wanted to say. You're not a freak, no one, is a freak. You're a witch honey. And it's absolutely normal, trust me."

Witch? What? Is this some kind of test? Like if I believe her then I'll be sent to some hospital because there has to be something wrong with me?

Miss Jones explained, she talked for one hour straight and slowly it started to make sense. But could it be? Why didn't they tell her earlier? Why it was her who was different?

"we're almost there, I think you'll like it" said Miss Jones softly, interrupting the train of thoughts running through Jade's head.

After five minutes of drive the narrow road with nothing but miles of green forests and fields ended by the gate. Jade jumped out and opened it for Miss Jones and after jumping back inside the car she suddenly felt weak. Her knees started to shake.

There was something about the way the grass wasn't cut, and the gate and fence painted in turquoise, that made her feel strangely at home.

She felt like she belonged here.

Could this really be my new home?

There was mailbox with rusty name tag – saying Weasleys – Burrow. We turned left and behind a small hill there was the most beautiful house I've ever seen. It wasn't big, but it had at least five floors and million of tiny windows. Roof was dark chocolate brown with bushes of wildflowers here and there, growing in rain pipes. The kitchen door was divided in two and the upper part was opened. There were wellies all around the place, and plants planted in pots and giant tomato plant climbing on the sidewall of the kitchen. And even a hen or two, looking for lost grains in the grass.

Miss Jones climbed out of the car and opened door on Jade's side, and pulled her out to the sunshine. She combed my hair out of my eyes and straightened the collar of my tee.

"Don't worry, you'll like it here" she said again and I just nodded. It wasn't the matter of me liking it here, all I needed was Them liking me here.

I swallowed hard and felt Miss Jones squeezing my shoulder and pushing me a little bit forward.

It was so busy here, I couldn't see any people around but I heard muffled giggling from the other side of the house and millions of birds singing to each other and crickets everywhere. There was an old radio on, in the kitchen and ducks in the pond, and everyone and everything seemed to be in a hurry.

I started to relax and just then a woman came out of the kitchen door, holding a dishtowel and polka-dot mug in her hands, still drying it as she looked around the yard. And out eyes met…