Disclaimer: Everything you recognize is J.K. Rowling's. Except for Jamie, Luka, and Ariana.

I look on the fifth year of my life at Hogwarts with such mixed emotions. Such happiness came my way, yet there was the undercurrent of danger and despair that always ran close to the surface. Sometimes I still can't believe that I survived the year with people thinking that we were crazy. I still can't grasp how he handled it all the time. Some secrets are far more valuable than others, as they can hold the fate of a person in the balance.

Chapter 1- Mischief Made

"He'll never know what hit him." I declare softly, grinning at the vile of dark liquid that George brandishes in his hand proudly. Fred snickers coming over to us from the far side of the room, with a quill in his hand.

"We tested it fresh a few minutes ago. This will be by far our greatest weapon against the git to date." Fred declares, not too loudly. Ginny's leg is bouncing in excited anticipation. We've been planning this prank for the better part of a week, and it always is sweet when a plan comes together.

"Brilliant! I can't wait to see the look on his face. The git deserves it for tearing up the centerfold of my magazine. I wasn't being that loud." Ginny pouts, thinking about her Wizarding Music Magazine that Percy demolished early today.

"Well you were squealing rather loudly." I say still remembering how high pitched her voice was. I'm surprised that the glass didn't break in the living room. Ginny narrows her eyes at me, and sticks out her tongue in retaliation.

"Enough you two. As much as I'd like to see the two of you tumble, now is not the time. We still have to get this baby in his room, switching it for the real one." George tells us with a serious look on his face. I roll my eyes at him, and zip up my black hoodie, and roll my shoulders trying to relieve the tension in them.

"Jamie, you're the sneakiest of the lot of us. You've managed to run around with your group in ol' Hogwarts without getting caught, so this should be a piece of cake." Fred says with a sly grin on his face. I scowl at the boy and swipe the vile from George.

"You just want me to go and do it, for Molly won't punish me as harshly as she would you." I say. The twins shoot me matching goofy grins, and Ginny just raises her eyebrow as if to agree. I sigh and look down at the bottle of ink in my hand.

"Fine, but if I get caught, you guys so owe me." I declare, before pulling the hood up over my head, and pulling the door of Fred and George's room open slowly. I've been living with the Weasley's for long enough now that I know what doors squeal, and which floorboards creak.

I creep out into the hall slowly, glancing back only once at the trio of redheads that give me an encouraging thumbs up in return. With a quiet huff, I turn and start down the short hallway towards the door that most people have been avoiding in the house for the past few weeks.

I carefully dance around the annoyingly creaky board that just happens to be in the exact center of the hallway, and is always loud enough to signal to anyone who is awake, that someone is up and about in the hallway. Huh, maybe some of those formal dancing skills weren't such a waste after all. I make it to my destination and look at the door that houses my target. Neat block letters spell out PERCY'S ROOM: DO NOT DISTURB— THAT MEANS YOU FRED AND GEORGE!

I can't help but grin remembering the day that Percy designed that specific sign. After complaining to Arthur and Molly about Fred and George's incessant pranks on him, he decided to take matters into his own hands to warn them off before, he brought up more complaints against them. I can't help but roll my eyes just like I had back then.

Like a freakin sign is going to keep them from messing with him, or even me. People still seem to forget that I am almost as responsible for the pranks that go on around here as the twins are. This is something that Luka is very disappointed in me for, but I can't really help it.

Slowly I twist the knob on the door, making sure to go extra slowly for Percy's door has the great misfortune of being especially squeaky. As soon as the door is open wide enough for me to slip through, I quietly suck in a breath before sliding into Percy's room.

The first thing that meets me is the loud sawing snore of Percy's. He sounds almost as the demon hell hound Fluffy when it was asleep. I swear its eerie the similarities between them. I shake my head to rid myself of the distractions, and slowly creep into the darkened room. Thank Merlin he finally went to bed. I wasn't sure how much longer I was going to be able to wait for him to fall asleep.

I silently make my way over to his desk, and fumble around to find his precious inkpot. Finally after a minute of desperate scrambling, I manage to find it. With a quiet sigh, I place down the fake pot right in place of the old one. I turn quickly and make my way out of Percy's room, slowly pulling the door closed behind me.

I let the tension seep from my body now that the hard part is over. Knowing that going back to Fred and George's room would put myself in at a higher risk of detection, I make my way to my room, which is much closer. I'm almost at the door when the worst happens.

"Jamie dear, are you all right? You shouldn't be up at such an hour." Molly says worriedly standing near the door to their bedroom on this hall.

"I— I'm fine Molly… just can't sleep y'know, nightmares…" I say sheepishly not exactly lying to her. I have been having nightmares, I just only haven't had them tonight since I have yet to be to bed yet. Mrs. Weasley's slightly suspicious face dissolves into one of sadness and worry.

"Oh Jamie… I know you have had a rough few years. Frankly everyone has had a go of it, but you know that you can come to me when you can't sleep right?" She asks. I open my mouth to speak, but find that I can't actually reply to her in words.

I nod my head, and she smiles at me softly. "Get some sleep dear. I know that it is summer, but you should still get some rest." With that she disappears back into her room. I let out a shaky breath, and open the door to my room, and close it behind me.

I hear shifting from the lower bunk, and I know that Ginny is waiting impatiently to hear what happened. I make my way across the small room over to the desk that the two of us share. I carefully set the inkpot down, thankful that I had finally gotten the layout of the room memorized.

"Did you do it?" Ginny whispers, finally giving in to the need to ask her dire question. I cock an eyebrow though I know she cannot see me in this light. I make it over to the ladder, and climb it groaning in satisfaction as I lay down on the bed.

"Of course I did? You doubt me?" I ask her teasingly. A loud huff comes from below and I chuckle to myself.

"You know, you really are the worst sometimes." She states. I smirk hearing the pout in her voice.

"Come on then, let's get some sleep. I reckon we're going to need it for tomorrow." I tell her, getting underneath my covers, and shifting around a little to get comfortable.

"Just so we're agreed Fred and George take the blame for this if we're caught right?" Ginny says after a moment. I can't help but snicker at that yet again. And Luka says that I have the devious mind.

"Only if you want them to come after you with some of their new and improved pranks, you will." I say closing my eyes, and allowing the gentle creaks, groans, and the banging of the ghoul to lull me to sleep. I haven't felt this at peace in a long time. It probably won't last that long.

The next morning comes fast, and I feel like I barely laid my head down on the pillow when the explosively loud voice of Molly comes from below, "BREAKFAST!"

I hit my head on the ceiling groaning to myself, as I rub, what will surely be a red spot on my forehead later. "There's a ceiling there." Ginny yawns, as she stumbles out of bed, tripping over her blanket, sending her tumbling to the floor.

"There's a floor there." I return grumpily.

We both get dressed for the day still half asleep, and stumble down the stairs to the kitchen, where the boys are already busily inhaling food like they were starved last night. Molly only smiles at us, as she puts down more plates that she had filled for us, and kept out of the range of the boys endless stomachs. Breakfast was a quiet affair that got even quieter when Percy came down the stairs with a grumpy look on his face.

He didn't even thank his mum for the food that she saved him. Fred and George shoot me concealed questioning looks. I dip my head slightly in conformation that I had indeed gotten the inkpots switched. Once the table was cleared away, Molly shooed us out of the kitchen so that she could have some time to herself. Part of me wonders if she knows that something is on around here.

Fred and George vanish upstairs to work some more on their business plans, which are slowly starting to come together. I will most likely end up joining them at sometime today, but I need a break. Luka disappears upstairs after muttering something about needing to write a letter. I of course tease him mercilessly about a certain little blond haired French girl that he's pen-pals with.

Ron snorts at him, and goes outside to the broom shed to try and fly around a little to get more practice in. There will be an entirely new Quidditch team this year since Oliver Wood is no longer the captain of the team. I'm curious to see who's going to be the new one this year. I can't wait to get back on the pitch and in the air. Going a whole school year without playing once was far too long for my liking. Ginny follows closely behind Ron, and I grimace not wanting to be near them for the fight that will undeniably ensue.

So I make my way to the other shed that we're told to go into only at our own risk. I know that its Arthur's shed where he tinkers with all his muggle items, trying to figure out how to make them work. I hadn't been inside the shop since coming to live here, so I decide that I'm long overdue a visit.

I push open the door, and my entrance is heralded by a loud rusted metallic creak. Arthur's head pops up from his workbench at the far end of the shed, and he smiles brightly at me. "Morning Jamie! Did you sleep better? Molly told me that you were having trouble last night." He greets me slightly worried. I smile at him softly in return, running my eyes along all the oddly shaped objects, which are boldly covered, and plastered with words on them.

"I slept fine last night… must have been a fluke. Sometimes my mind just needs to shut down a little more before I attempt sleep. Did you figure out how all this works yet?" I ask him curiously coming to a stop in front of him. A bright smile spreads across his face.

"Yes, yes in fact I did! Look here Jamie this is called a Vaccuous cleaner. Since muggles do not have the ability to magic away dirt and dust the way that we do, they must invent a contraption to assist them in the act. Using Elektricity they are able to create air and suction through this nozzle down this long tube. Its all rather genius. Observe!" He cries.

He reaches over, and flicks some sort of switch on the boxy end of the machine. A loud vroom noise starts up from the contraption making me jump. The long circular end attached to a nozzle starts flailing about wildly. I laugh in surprise at the unexpected result.

"That's wild!" I exclaim. Arthur reaches out and wrestles with the wriggling end, finally getting it under control and holding it out to me.

"Put your hand up to it!" He urges. Tentatively I stick my hand out to the nozzle, and instantly my hand is sucked to the machine, and I let out a loud giggle at the tickling sensation racing over my palm. After a minute of that he turns the machine off.

"Its brilliant isn't it, the ingenuity of the muggle mind, they deserve so much more credit than we ever give them." He tells me. I nod my head, running my fingers over my palm. I move around the shop running my hands over the various machines, picking some of them up, and messing with it, before some of the pieces come apart. This goes on for about an hour, us both existing in a comfortable silence, before Arthur clears his throat.

"So Jamie, have you given any thought to what you want to do when you finish with Hogwarts yet? Since your fifth year is coming up the O.W.L.S will be around the corner." He says broaching the subject with me that I'm most confused about. I bite down on my lip worriedly, not exactly sure how to respond to him.

"I dunno… Harry and Ron really want to become Aurors, and Hermione seriously wants to get into the Ministry along with Luka. I'm not exactly sure what I want to do… the only subjects I really enjoy is school are Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts." I say somewhat sheepishly. I am smart, but school isn't the most thrilling of places for me.

I've been slowly realizing that the longer and higher up that I get. I feel guilty though, for I'm a Pendragon and I should be highly educated, and helping give instruction to the rest of Wizarding kind. That has always been Luka more than me though.

Arthur gives me a long look over the top of his glasses. The look is so paternal and understanding that it makes me squirm a little. "Not all people enjoy school a great deal Jamie. Just look and Fred and George, those two are so smart, but their future lies beyond what academics can grant them." He tells me. I raise my eyebrows in shock. I thought that the Weasleys wanted them to go into the Ministry.

"Y-you don't want them to follow in your steps?" I ask him shocked. Arthur chuckles at me and places the screwdriver down onto the bench.

"I have a Curse Breaker son, a dragon keeper son, and Percy who is working in the Ministry. I don't need any of my children to go into a job because they think that they need to please me. Molly just wants what's best for all of her children." He says giving me a knowing look. I blush at his implication that I'm their child.

"I-I don't know… I don't really see the point in some of the classes. Divination is just a bunch of dragon dung. She doesn't really see anything… I do really like Charms though…" I say. Arthur smiles at me and comes over to my spot at the workbench.

"You seem rather good with those hands of yours. You don't even know what some of these machines are yet you're able to put them back together. Have you ever thought about going into a job where you can work with your hands?" He asks me. I raise my eyebrows at that possibility.

"That's a job?" I ask bewildered. Arthur lets out an amused laugh.

"Yes I do remember them focusing on higher opportunity jobs at Hogwarts even when I was back in school. Jamie there are a world of opportunities out there, not just the main high demand jobs in the Wizarding World. You can contribute in your own way, nothing in your life is decided for you except what you decide to do yourself." I look at him for a long moment before throwing my arms around him, and giving him one of the tightest hugs that I can manage.

"Thank you." I whisper. He squeezes me back tightly, and holds me for a few minutes.

"You're an amazing girl Jamie Pendragon. I can't wait to see what you make of yourself, no matter what it is though, I'll be extremely proud of you." I break into a grin, and turn back to the so called toaster oven in front of me.

"You're pretty amazing yourself…"

The view of the surrounding countryside is vast and beautiful from here. Here being the roof at the very top of the Burrow. Why are we here you may ask, well that is a simple answer my friend. A few hours after I leave Arthur's shed I go to find a very stressed out Fred and George. With nothing better to do we decide to test out one of the newer spells that we've come up with.

It's a super elasticity potion we spread it in a large square on the ground on the far side of the house from the kitchen so that Molly won't see us. Hopefully. "Well come on then, try it out!" Ginny exclaims a wide grin on her face. We all must have a crazy glint in our eyes, for we call our encouragement.

George holds up the inkpot that I had stolen from Percy's room with a solemn look on his face. "Oh brave inkpot we wish you the best of luck our fallen friend." We all salute, and crowd the edge, to watch him drop the pot. Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, and I watch entranced. The pot speeds down to what looks like its sure demise, before rebounding off the ground, and rocketing back up to us at high speed.

Fred grabs the pot, with a wicked cackle. "I'll be a spotted Hippogriff! We did it!" He cries. We all exchange high fives, and grin wildly at the unassuming ground. Fred casually turns around and drop Percy's inkpot on the other side of the roof, and I watch with a chuckle as it shatters, spreading an inky black spot.

"Looks like Percy's out of ink." I say simply. Fred smirks, and we return to the others.

"Okay who's first?" Ron questions uneasily. I glance down at the ground again. It is my potion, so I guess I should go first.

"I created it, I'll test it." I say simply hoping that they don't see my nerves. They all give me wide-eyed looks.

"Best of luck. Aim well, no need for a broken neck, and mum killing us." George chuckles halfheartedly.

"Don't you dare die Jamie, I don't need the other half of my room that badly." Ginny says. I give them all a small smile, before taking a small jump over the edge before I can talk myself out of it. The air whistles around me, as I plummet four stories to the ground. I screw my eyes closed as the ground approaches, the impact is not hard more springy. I stay put for a second, before I'm shot back up like a rocket. I fly a little higher than the roof, but I angle myself to fall behind them, and I land with a thud. I groan in a little pain.

Okay we definitely need to pad the landing sight.

"Jamie!"

"Jamie!"

"Jame!"

"Wicked Jamie!"

Fred, George, Ginny, and Ron crowd around me, and pull me to my feet. The world spins for a second, before I'm able to right myself.

"So… how was it?" Fred asks. After a second I grin wickedly at them.

"Oh you've got to try that! We just need to pad the landing up here. Try it, it is amazing!" I cry. Joyous laughter, and high fives are exchanged. Pillow are gotten and laid out for the landing, and everyone takes turns on the plummet of a lifetime. By the time everyone has gone three times, our hair is permanently windblown. Its Ron's turn to go down again, and with a cocky smirk, he jumps high, and clutches his legs to his chest like he's going to do a cannon ball. We watch as he drops like a rock, and fires back up with the speed of a cannon.

Before he can land though, he's suspended in midair before being lowered back to the ground. "RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY, WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?" Molly's roar is heard all the way up here on the roof. The four of us up here freeze in fear.

"It's fine mum! We were totally safe! We tested it out before we even bothered doing it ourselves!" Ron cries defending us and our actions. She looks up at the roof sharply, and sees the four of our heads, before we can pull back.

"YOU FOUR BETTER GET DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT! YOU GUYS ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!" She hollers. Without even thinking about what I'm doing I step off the roof, and plummet to the ground. Molly gives a shriek of fear, and I hit the ground, before I can bounce up again though, she has me out by magic.

"Oh Merlin! Jamie dear, are you okay. Good grief, you scared me half to death!" She exclaims running her hands all over me with a terrified expression on her face. I instantly feel bad for making her worry about me, but there's nothing that I can do about it now.

"I'm fine Mrs— Molly." I say correcting myself. She sighs relieved, and pulls me in for a suffocating hug.

"Hey! How come Jamie didn't get yelled at? That's not fair!" Ron cries from beside us. Molly turns around on him and glares at him.

"I'd be very careful about what I'd be saying Ronald." Ron gulps, and snaps his mouth shut. She turns to look up at the rest of them, but they're already gone, most likely running to find the best hiding spot. Somehow I feel that it's going to go worse for them for fleeing. With a growl Molly leads us back into the house, and Ron and I share a look. Yep, we're in so much trouble.

That night at dinner is another silence. Arthur looks at all of us confusedly for he didn't know what happened today. Molly had hunted down the twins and Ginny and had given them garden duty for the rest of the summer. Ron and I were to clean the living room every night before we went to bed, which trust me is a huge chore in of itself.

Percy's hair is unkempt, and his left eye is twitching crazily every few seconds. Throughout the day you could here yells of anger and frustration, with lots of cursing coming from his room. Our guess is that our ink worked on him. "Percy dear… are you okay? You were awfully upset today." Molly says carefully.

Percy turns his gaze to his mum and it's the crazed gaze of a man who's snapped. "Every time I tried to write my reports for work, the ink would disappear. Sometimes it would stay for a few minutes before fading, but no matter what I did it would still vanish and I would be stuck writing it over again!" Percy bursts. Fred and George can't help it, they burst out into guffaws of laughter. Percy narrows his eyes at them.

"You… I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! I WASTED A WHOLE DAY OF WORK BECAUSE OF YOU!" He roars throwing himself across the table. Food is thrown everywhere, and the twins jump up running for safety, with Percy scrambling after him.

"Come now Percy it was just a joke!" George cries.

"Yes no need to cry over spilled ink!" Fred laughs. Ginny and I are snickering together, as Ron laughs, and Luka looks on in fond amusement. Even Arthur is laughing. The only one who looks upset is Molly. Her gaze is locked on Ginny and I, and my grin slowly fades.

"We're screwed." I say softly, and Ginny nods her head in agreement. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted we had a good run.

Welcome to the 5th year of Jamie's story! I'm so thrilled to be here, and as my biggest fan would say, "Fifth year is coming!" Well wait no more for here it is, so Kaitlin just for you, "Fifth year is here!". Happy reading! :)