This is a story about a girl being adopted by Molly Weasley and her family. Set in time when Ron was 9 years old. She didn't know she was a witch but will soon find out. Enjoy!

And I'm sorry for all the grammatical mistakes I'll make – my English isn't perfect but I'm trying my best.

I'm 10 years old. And once more a family kicked me out. Right now I'm on my way to the orphanage. Foster care system, it seems, have run out of families who would be able – and willing to take me in. That means it took me 9 years of constant changing of homes and orphanages to get here. I've never been at this place, it's a rather big London orphanage with lots of kids and no identity.

Today is Monday. It's raining – but it's nothing unusual in London.

A young lady welcomed me at the entrance.

"You must be Jadelynne"

"Just Jade" I replied.

"Ok then honey, come on in, there are some forms we have to fill" she put her hand on my shoulder (and I shook it off involuntarily, just a habit I picked up during the years – there were some pretty rough homes and in those which were ok, I didn't stay long enough to get rid of all the habits I learned in bad homes. Like don't rely on adults, don't trust them when they say this is forever, don't let them get too close etc.)

I noticed a shade of sadness, which crossed Miss Jones' face, but soon it was replaced by the original smile.

She led me inside into the biggest library I've ever seen with two comfortably looking chairs positioned in front of the desk with piles of papers and forms.

There were usual questions asked – why do I think the last family wasn't able to keep me. What happened? Did they do something bad to me? Verbal abuse? Why did I behave like I did?

And finally the question, which always came – what happened the last day, the day when they kicked me out?

Of course she didn't use the term "kick someone out", she said, "decided it would be better for me to live somewhere else".

I don't know. I never knew what and how and why things happened. Once it was raining and suddenly there was big blue umbrella in my hand. I didn't steal it, I swear.

The other day I climbed a tree and fell down, but the thing is – I didn't fall, I kind of flew down, softly landing next to my freaked out foster father. Things like this happened. A lot, lately.

"I see" Miss Jones shook her head. "Of course things like this happen. I just can't understand how you slipped through the cracks, why we didn't get you a proper family at first place?"

I had no idea what she was talking about. Clearly all those things were my fault, there was nothing wrong with families – that's what they always said.

"Now, now, we will get you a room so you can settle down, and I promise you one thing Jadelynne, I will find you a family soon, I know exactly what you need."

And with wide, although a sad smile she took me by the shoulder and showed me the way to my new room.

The same, very same day, actually it was only a couple minutes after Miss Jones left Jade in her room, she found herself sitting behind her desk again, franticly scribbling a letter to her friend. And if you could read over her shoulder this is what you would see:

Dearest Molly

I need your help.

You see, we have this girl here, she was in foster care since 9 months old and Molly, oh Molly, she had to spend all those years with muggles and no one ever told her it's ok to do strange things, no one ever understood her. Molly, she needs a family. Family like ours who could take her in. We're in London, and you know this is not a place for kid to grow up.

Molly, do you know someone, maybe in your village, someone who could take her in?

She is almost 11 Molly and she is so shy and quiet, she needs someone to love her.

Molly…

And Miss Jones didn't know what else to say, should she tell her friend how many homes kicked Jadelynne out after only few weeks? Should she tell her how deranged and scared the kid looked? How she seemed to fade away most of the time, disappearing, hiding and never really smiling?

Should she tell Molly about the home where Jadelynne was a year ago, where she was abused and treated like a slave most of the time?

No, this wasn't her story to tell.

And so she finished the letter with simple but powerful exclamation, which few hours later grabbed Molly by her heart and never let go.

Molly, save the child.!

Your friend

Mathilda Jones