Disclamer: I don't own Harry Potter. (Aw shoot.) The only thing I own is the plot, and my own character, Samantha... so far...

Harry Potter and the Mystery of the Five Jewels

Chapter One: A Weasley Welcome

Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

SLAM!

Soon to be 7th Year Harry James Potter was woken up at 6:00 AM by his irritating alarm clock. His aunt and uncle bought it, hot glued it to Harry's desk (as well as the plug), put it a set it to 6:00 AM, so Harry could do housework early. They threatened that if he tried taking the alarm clock out, he would have no food for a whole week. Harry avoided the trouble and starvation by just doing what they said.

He sat up in his old bed. He rubbed his emerald green eyes and put on his glasses. He slowly got out of bed.

Harry sighed. He hadn't heard from Ron or Hermione since his apparation tests with them. They all had passed.

No matter how hard Harry tried, his messy jet black hair wouldn't ever be affected by a comb. He got on a blue t-shirt and ripped jeans.

Like every morning, Harry had a list taped to his wooden door. He looked at the list.

Cook breakfast
Make everyone's beds
Vacuum the house
Do the laundry
Cook Lunch
Plant new roses
Water plants
5 minute break
Cook dinner

Harry groaned. Was this how he was going to spend his whole summer vacation?

Unwillingly, he started cooking the breakfast. The previous year, Dobby, the house elf who currently worked at Hogwarts, taught him a bit about cooking. He trusted Dobby's words more than Ron's anyway, Ron had told him this: Add some spices and they won't taste any bad things.

"I smell something! You better not be burning our breakfast!" shrieked Harry's Aunt Petunia, rushing down the stairs.

"I'm not, Aunt Petunia, it's called 'the smell of food.'" Harry replied.

Aunt Petunia gave him a dirty look and took over the breakfast making.

If its one thing Harry learned that summer, is that when someone does part of your job, you go on to the next one. You end earlier.

Well, I could go on and on with pages about his jobs, but you don't really want to hear that, am I correct? So I'll just cut to the chase to the good stuff- Let's speed up time just a wee bit...

8:00 PM...

When Harry was all finished, he took a quick shower and he flopped onto his bed. He was very exhausted.

He was so tired that he nearly fell asleep. But he stopped himself when he finally noticed three owls, (including Hedwig,) perched on his windowsill. Relief swept upon him.

"Finally," Harry said with a grin. Ron's owl, Pig, had a letter and a bag for him. Next to him was Herms, his best friend Hermione's owl.

Harry read Ron's letter first. It said:

Hey Harry-
Happy 17th Mate! –Harry forgot it was his birthday until now-
Sorry that I didn't send anything before, our family's been busy for a while, you know, with Hermione here and all. Also, Pig's been acting strange lately. Oh yeah...our cousin is here. (She's from my mum's side.) She is an exchange student from the Salem Institute in America. She's going to Hogwarts with us this year. Her name is Samantha Harper. (She doesn't look ANYTHING like us, because she's adopted.)
I was also wondering if you would like to stay here for the rest of your summer! If you say yes, we'll pick you up tomorrow!
Answer soon!
-Ron

"Ron has an adopted cousin? Well... I learn something new everyday!" Harry thought. He opened the bag that came with the letter. The usual wizarding sweets were in there.

Harry knew the Dursleys were desperate to get rid of him. (Even though they made him do all the housework, which made him a bit useful.) If he went to the Burrow, there would be one less mouth to feed, (though he wasn't fed much,) they would receive less strange glances from neighbors, the possibilities are endless.

Harry wrote on the back of Ron's letter:

Hey Ron, Sure I can stay. Pick me up ASAP!
-Harry

Harry sent Pig off into the night sky. He opened Hermione's letter. It said:

Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday!
Sorry that we haven't been writing! Ron's cousin is here, she's really nice.
Are you coming to Ron's? I hope so!
Hope to see you soon!
-Hermione

Hermione had sent Harry a broom polishing kit (like she had in his 3rd year) only it was more up-to-date and had many more things included.

Hey Hermione,
Yeah, I'm coming to Ron's tomorrow.
See ya there!
-Harry

Harry sent off Herms with the letter.

Harry, in a swirl of thoughts, fell onto his bed once more and fell into deep slumber.

The next morning, Harry woke up at, unfortunately, 6:00 AM once more.

He noticed Pig, once again, perched at his window. He dropped a letter into Harry's hand.

Just apparate here. I kinda forgot that we passed our apparation tests. Come as soon as possible!

Harry packed his luggage with a simple, "Pack!" and his clothes and belongings were in his suitcase in a jiffy. He loved doing magic out of school.

Harry placed Hedwig into his cage. He quietly muttered, "Wingardium, Leviosa!"

His luggage jumped up from the ground and started levitating. Harry opened the door, crept downstairs with Hedwig's cage in his hand.

He silently placed his luggage on the ground, and Hedwig's cage on top of it.

Harry walked to the kitchen and found some paper and a pen.

I'm at my friend's house. You probably don't want me so that's why I left.
-Harry

Though Harry knew it was a poorly written letter, he left it on the kitchen counter.

"Weasleys, here I come!" Harry said to himself. He grabbed his luggage and Hedwig's cage and with a CRACK! He disappeared from the Dursley's house and ended up at Ron's house.

"Harry! How nice of it to see you!" said the merry voice of Mrs. Weasley, giving Harry a hug.

"You too, Mrs. Weasley." Harry replied.

"Everyone's still asleep, but it won't be long before they wake up." Mrs.Weasley said.

"Why?" Harry inquired.

"Because you're here of course! Everyone wants to see you again! Oh, and Samantha wants to meet you, Ron told you who she was, right?" Mrs. Weasley said. "Did you have a bite to eat before you left?" she added.

"Yeah, Ron's cousin." Harry replied. "And no, I didn't."

"Oh! You can have breakfast-"

"Harry! You're here!" exclaimed a voice that interrupted Mrs. Weasley.

It was Ron. His flaming red hair was sticking up from his sleep, but his robin egg blue eyes were as bright as ever. He was really tall now, probably about 6'4'', while Harry being only 5'11''.

"Hey Ron!" Harry said.

"When did you come?" Ron asked.

"Just now," Harry replied.

"Show Harry to his room, but be quiet, you'll wake everyone up." Mrs. Weasley said.

Ron nodded as Harry followed him upstairs with his luggage and Hedwig.

Ron's room was the same as it was the previous time he had come. His walls were layered in the Chudley Cannons posters and the floor was covered in clothes.

"Hermione, Ginny, and Samantha are sharing a room," Ron explained. Harry nodded. He chanted, "Unpack!" and his clothes magically got themselves out of the suitcase and folded and placed themselves into an extra drawer that Ron had.

"Wanna go have breakfast?" Ron asked.

"Sure," was Harry's reply.

They exited the room quietly and crept down the stairs.

"Samantha's really nice, and she's funny. A bit too modest though-" Ron started, but he was interrupted by a female voice.

"Thanks, Ron." Said the voice. Both of the Gryffindors turned around.

Harry froze. She was beautiful! Her ebony black hair was tied in a high pony tail and her electric blue eyes brightened as she glanced at Harry.

"You must be Harry! Nice to meet you! I'm Samantha, but Ron probably told you that already," Samantha said.

"Yeah," Harry murmured.

"You going on your morning jog?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, I'll be back in twenty minutes," Samantha replied. "Bye!"

"Bye!" said Harry and Ron simultaneously.

"Yeah, I was about to mention the part that she was pretty," Ron snickered. "You should've seen yourself!"

"You should see yourself around Fleur!" Harry retorted, as they entered the kitchen.

"Oh, you're still talking about her?" said a familiar voice, which was setting the table. It was Hermione. Her tone suddenly changed when she had realized that Harry was there. "Harry! Oh, it's so good to see you! How was the Dursleys?" Hermione said with a bone crushing hug.

"I've h-had better times..." Harry managed to say during the bear hug.

"Oh! Sorry," Hermione replied, as she let go of Harry. Harry and Ron took a seat at the table, which Harry noticed was bigger. Actually, to think of it, the Burrow seemed much bigger. In fact, basically the whole house had been redecorated.

"You've been doing some redecorating?" Harry asked Ron.

"Yeah, we've got much more money to get new things and make the house bigger." Ron replied.

"How?" Harry inquired.

"You haven't heard?" Hermione questioned.

"About what?" Harry replied.

"How could you not tell Harry, Ron!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley.

"I forgot," Ron said sheepishly. "I thought Harry would read the Daily Prophet! It was all over!"

"About what?" Harry repeated.

"Well, Arthur's the new Minister of Magic!" Mrs. Weasley said.

"W-wow! That's great!" Harry replied.

"I know, isn't it great that Malfoy can't say anything to us anymore! I got new robes, and a new broom!" Ron exclaimed.

"What kind?" Harry asked, getting sucked into the subject.

"A Firebolt!" Ron said excitedly.

"Wow!" Harry said. "That's wonderful!"

"I know! I can't wait to beat those bloody Slytherins!" Ron replied.

"Ron..." Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

"What? It's true!" Ron snapped.

"Whatever..." was Hermione's reply.

"Hey Harry!" said a red-headed girl that marched down the stairs.

"Hey Ginny," replied Harry.

"When did you get here?" asked Ginny, as she took a seat next to Hermione and Ron.

"Not too long ago," Harry answered.

"Cool," Ginny replied.

A loud CRACK! Was heard in the room. Everyone knew who it was without even looking.

"Harry! Good to see you!" said Fred.

"You too," Harry replied.

"Hey, try slipping this into Samantha's food, we tried yesterday but we weren't swift enough. It's just an invention we made, she'll love it." George whispered to Ron as he handed him a powder in a vial. Both Fred and George took a seat.

"What is it?" Ron questioned.

"It makes your voice change from high to extremely low. It's hilarious, and don't worry, it's safe." Fred whispered in a low voice.

"Well, I'll try!" Ron replied.

"Come on Ron, are you really going to do it?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, why not? It's just a joke," Ron said, as he poured the powder onto Samantha's sausages.

"If something goes wrong, you know it's all your fault," Ginny warned.

"Nothing will happen, trust me." Ron replied.

"Hey guys! Mmm, smells good Mrs. Weasley!" Samantha said, as she entered through the kitchen door and took a seat next to Ginny and Ron.

"BILL! CHARLIE! BREAKFAST!" yelled Mrs. Weasley, as she went upstairs.

A few moments later, a CRACK! Was heard and both Bill and Charlie Weasley were downstairs.

"Hey Harry! Long time, no see!" Bill said, taking a seat next to him.

"Yeah," Harry replied. Everyone started eating except for Samantha, who started just a few moments later.

"Did they put a powder in my food?" Samantha whispered to Ginny. Ginny nodded. Samantha thought of a plan, and told Ginny.

"Ron, I think mum called you." Ginny said.

"What? No she-" Fred started.

"Yes she did, I think she called you and George as well." Samantha said.

"Yeah right-" George said.

"Yeah, I think heard Mrs. Weasley calling you," Hermione said.

Fred, George, and Ron gave skeptical looks, but went upstairs to check.

Samantha told everyone her plan.

"I'm going to switch sausages with Ron, Fred, and George, because I know they're trying to trick me with their High-Low Powders. They tried yesterday." Samantha explained. She quickly switched the sausages and they came back down.

"She didn't call us!" Ron exclaimed.

"Oh. I thought she did." Ginny said innocently.

Fred, George, and Ron glanced at each other but sat back down.

"Mmm... the sausages are good!" Charlie said, trying to make the others eat their sausages.

Everyone ate theirs except for Samantha. Even Ron, Fred, and George.

"Samantha, why don't you-" Ron started after he swallowed his sausages. He stopped, because he heard his voice go incredibly high. Everyone giggled, even Fred and George, and their laughs were very low. Fred and George stopped. Everyone except for Ron, Fred, and George were cracking up.

"What happened?" Ron demanded, with the same high voice.

"Yeah, what did you do?" Fred said with a low voice.

Samantha laughed. "Do you really think I'm that daft? It's suspicious when I see a powder on my sausages!"

"But they're invisible!" Fred exclaimed.

Everyone was laughing like crazy except for Fred, George, and Ron. They would have to talk to them for the rest of the day.

"Nice one," Harry said to Samantha.

"Thanks," Samantha replied.

"How did you know that they were planning to trick you?" Bill questioned.

"I had a feeling, that's all. I saw them trying yesterday." Samantha answered.

"Before you said that you saw the powder... but it really is invisible!" Hermione protested.

"I lied," Samantha said sheepishly.

"Well, you still got back at them!" Ginny said. Samantha nodded.

The rest of the day, everyone relaxed inside, or they were playing quiddich outside. On one team, there was Harry as the seeker and captain, Ron as the keeper, Fred as the beater, and Ginny as the chaser. (If they but the regular amount, there wouldn't be a fair amount of people on each team.) On the other team, was Charlie as the seeker and captain, Bill as the keeper, George as the beater, and Samantha as the chaser. Their backyard was expanded by an expanding spell that Hermione casted on Ron's backyard.

Hermione threw up the quaffle, the bludgers flew up into the air, the snitch was released, and the game began. Ginny took the quaffle first, but Samantha distracted her and took the quaffle for herself.

"Samantha! Watch out!" Bill yelled. Samantha turned around. A bludger that Fred had hit was heading towards her. She ducked, and the bludger rebounded and soared through the air.

As Samantha ducked, she accidentally dropped the quaffle, and Ginny caught it. She flew over to Bill's end and scored through the middle hoop.

"10-0, Team Harry!" Hermione called.

Samantha caught the quaffle from under, and flew over to Ron's end. He was determined not to let the quaffle in.

While all of this was happening, Harry and Charlie were both searching for the snitch. Suddenly, Harry saw a tiny, golden blur in the air. He followed it, and Charlie soon discovered it as well. They were too busy looking for the snitch, when Samantha scored. Ron started grumbling something about not being ready.

"10-10!"

Samantha scored quite a few more goals in a row. Actually, she scored 8 of them. Ginny soon got impatient and scored 2 more goals, but it wasn't enough to even get close to tieing.

"30-90, Team Charlie!"

Samantha was about to score, but a bludger from behind which Fred hit, brazed her arm and she dropped it.

Ginny caught it, but George hit a bludger to Ginny which knocked it out of her hands.

Samantha caught it once more, and scored an easy goal. Ron was getting pretty angry.

"30-100, Team Charlie!"

"This is getting pathetic!" Fred complained.

"Live with it, so what if we got a good chaser?" Charlie said with a grin. Fred didn't say anything to that.

Ginny scored a goal into Bill's right goal, but right after, Samantha scored.

"40-110, Team Charlie!"

Samantha scored three more goals, (Ron was getting angrier by the second.)

"40-140, Team Charlie!"

Harry spotted the snitch flying in the air once more. But Charlie saw it too, and he charged for it. While this was happening, Samantha scored two more goals. Ginny dodged a bludger shot by George.

"40-160, Team Charlie!"

"We're losing like hell!" Ron squeaked.

While he said that, Samantha scored four more goals.
Harry was chasing after the extremely hyper snitch, and with Charlie neck-to-neck with him, he reached out and tumbled over.

But...

He caught the snitch!

Hermione blew her whistle, and declared that Team Harry had caught the snitch, but Team Charlie had more points in the end.

Ron was furious as well as Fred, but Team Charlie was celebrating, congradulating each other.

"Great job, Samantha," Harry complimented. "You're really good."

"Thanks, but I'm okay." Samantha replied.

"See what I mean by modest?" Ron asked, still fuming with anger.

"She got a lot of goals by beginner's luck!" Fred protested.

"Whatever, it's just a game." Bill said with a grin.

"Well, that's easy for you to say! You just one it!" Ron yelled.

"Ron, don't get so worked up. We'll practice later," Ginny said.

Ron was grumpy for a while, but it wore off during the day, and everything seemed so much better than the Dursley's house.

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