"Hello, how are you doing? Haven't seen you in a while Tracey," Uncle Vernon said cheerfully to someone at the door. It was dinner at the Dursley's and almost nothing interrupted a meal, but whoever was at the door must have been important. Harry tried to peek at the door, but Dudley always interrupted him with a chore. "I want more bacon", or "Orange juice Harry, quickly". Every morning seemed to be the same, and every morning Harry obeyed his rather large cousin. The door made a clicking sound when it shut, and everyone in the kitchen looked up at the doorway.

"Oh hello dear," Aunt Petunia squealed to the pretty girl in the doorway. The girl smiled warmly and gazed around the bright yellow room. Harry stared blankly at his cousin, observing every single characteristic of her he could. She had brown hair with natural, blond highlights streaked through the front, and she had pretty medium blue eyes. She soon turned away from her horse-like aunt and allowed her eyes to wander to Harry. She searched him from his worn out shoes to his messy jet-black hair. She looked at Dudley with disgust, and then looked right back to Harry.

"Hello cousin, I don't believe I've ever met you before." She reached out her hand for Harry to shake it. He did.

"Harry," Uncle Vernon said, "This is your cousin Riley, she is your mother's sister's daughter."

"I didn't know I had another cousin"

"Well you do boy so treat her with respect," Uncle Vernon shouted. As he explained everything to Riley about where she was going to sleep, and what rules there were in the house Harry kept staring at the girl. I didn't know my mother had another sister,Harry thought. He thought his brain was about to burst. Nothing seemed right to him, and he just realized that Riley was tapping him on the shoulder.

"We have to go up to your room, that's where I'm sleeping."

"Okay, well let's go," Harry replied. They ran to his room, and Riley started to look around as Harry was unpacking her things. She took her quilt and pillow away from him and laid them on the floor.

"You don't have to sleep on the floor Riley," Harry told her. She ignored him then looked at the Quidditch poster above his bed.

" What's that sport?"

" Oh it's nothing."

"Wow you have an owl! I love owls, but my mother never let me get one!"

"That's nice Riley, " Harry muttered, starting to become annoyed with her.

"Wow, look at that!"

"Don't touch that!" Harry shouted as Riley opened his scrapbook, that held the picture of him with his parents. Everything that was magical had to be put away, so Harry pushed Riley out of the room and put it all away. When Riley came back in she looked around again and asked where the poster was.

"No where, I just thought I would redecorate, because we have a guest," he answered. Harry could tell that it was going to be a long summer.