A Summoner in the Wizarding World

*After reviewing the events of Goblet of Fire, I realized Hermione should be at the Burrow at this time - so the events of this chapter will be hypothetical, though the real one should not change that much.

The flames spun faster and faster, and only when I felt myself slowing down, I threw out my hands and came to a halt just in time, barely avoiding falling face first into the Weasleys' kitchen fire. In a brilliant flash and the roar of flames, I have arrived at the Burrow.

"Oh, Harry dear! Welcome, welcome! Goodness, you must be hungry. We've got a seat saved for you at the table. Come, come!" Mrs. Weasley envelops me in a tight, motherly hug. The Burrow's cozy living room radiated with the familiar scent of homemade meals and the crackling firewood.

Floral wallpaper covered the entire of living room while mismatched furniture, seemingly rescued from various secondhand sources, littered across with no rhyme or reason. In front of the fireplace, a clock with hands pointing to "time to de-gnome the garden" and "you're late!" hangs proudly - an ancient, overlooked relic bound to their bloodline. If there's anything missing, that would be the twin's prank items, not yet mass-produced or even fully developed.

"Mum! Is that Harry?" Ron's voice echoed from upstairs.

As Mrs Weasley acknowledges my arrival, one by one, the Weasley siblings hurried down to greet me. First was Ron, his red hair still as tousled as ever. "Harry, mate! Good to have you here! Have you been following the World Cup? Bulgaria's Seeker Viktor Krum is amazing!"

"Krum is amazing, but he's just one player. I think Ireland has the greatest chance at winning the entire thing, their roster is stacked", I replied, knowing their ultimate victory. Before Ron could launch a full-length Quidditch analysis, the other Weasleys made their way into the crowded living room.

Ginny, with a shy smile, poked her head out from the stairs. She hid slightly out of my sight, having not adapted to my presence just yet. "Good to see you, Harry. How's summer?", greeted Bill, smiling while shaking my hand. I knew that he worked for Gringotts, had once been Head Boy at Hogwart. However, unlike Percy, Bill was - there was no other word for it - cool.

He was tall, with long hair that he had tied back in a ponytail. Bill Weasley was wearing an earring with what seems like a fang dangling from it. His clothes would not have looked out of place at a rock concert, except for his boots which instead of being made from leather, there were dragon hide. 

"Doing well, Harry?" greeted another redheaded guy next to Bill, grinning and holding out a large hand, which I shook, feeling calluses and blisters under his fingers. This had to be Charlie, who worked with dragons in Romania - the large, shiny burn on one of his hands is probably a "souvenir" from that job.

As I greet everyone, Bill waved his wand and wooden tables flew out to the garden, quickly followed by tablecloths and other utensils. In no time, the dinner was set, only waiting for Mrs Weasley's meal. He signaled all of us to sit down and relax, while Mr Weasley excused himself to finish his last-minute report.

After some small talk and catching up with Ron, Mrs Weasley flew the dishes onto the table and the rest of the family took their place around it. Dinner was peculiar in it's variety: it would even rival that of Hogwarts, where literally hundreds of house elves are employed to cook an endless amount of food for students. I suppose this is the difference between starving poor Muggles and perfectly healthy, second-hand using wizard families.

Most of the available food are British such as kidney pies and roasted lamb, to my absolute relish. Thinking of eating like this for the rest of the vacation, I vowed to teach Molly Weasley some new Eurasian dishes like Italian spaghetti and maybe even Japanese curry, as summoning a cookbook would have a negligible cool down for the benefits it would bring to my diet.

With a full belly of multiple servings, the Weasleys and I cleared out the table together before splitting up to each do our own thing. Without a training location or useful magic books, I must admit I was quite bored.

"Mrs Weasley, I've always wanted to play this game together with everyone. Would it be alright to all stay and try it out?", I made a reluctant expression. "It won't take a lot of your time, I promise..."

Mrs Weasley looked at me kindly and replied, calling out to the rest of the family:

"Sure we can, dear. You shouldn't have the chance to play with those Muggles from what I've heard, poor thing. Arthur, call the kids back, Harry wants to play a game with us!"

Hearing his wife's words, Mr Weasley rounded up everyone around the living room sofa. Ron looked slightly confused, Fred and George perked up at 'game', Ginny blushed and silently sat down while the three eldest smiled politely with anticipation.

Looking at those various expressions, I took a deep breath before introducing the rules.

"The game I want us to play is called 'Who's the Death Eater'. It's when each of us are given a secret role, and we all have to shut our eyes and wait every turn until our roles are called. I'll write what each role is on the table here, but essentially the wizards need to find out who's the Death Eater and eliminate all of them to win."

(Think Werewolf but instead of Werewolf, Hunter, Witch, Bodyguard it's Death Eater, Auror, Healer, House Elf)

After answering more questions and writing the name of every role on a separate card visible to only that person, courtesy of Bill who works as Cursebreaker, we officially started the game.

At the first round, I'm the moderator to supervise and help with any issues. It was quite fun that Ron was a Seer and found out Fred was the Death Eater at the first round, only to be voted out the very next day by the twins.

Ron's mouth threatened to fall off when Fred slowly deceived and eliminated everybody else, leaving only George alive. The House Elf, Ginny, could not stop his onslaught.

As I declared the Death Eater's victory at the end of this round, the rest of the family looked at the twins with deep suspicion but slight respect, telling me to weaken the Death Eater because the role felt too overpowered. I merely told them to continue a few more rounds, and promised to consider if I felt it was too unfair.

Unfortunately for Fred, he was instantly suspected and voted unanimously. The Death Eater this round, Percy, unfortunately could not escape the scrutiny and was killed off by the Auror, despite convincing almost everyone of his innocence. Of course, the Auror in question, George, did this as a prank more than anything, but was praised as the hero in the end of the round.

The games continued late into the night, as each found their way to enjoy it. Percy, Mr Weasley and Bill used deduction quite competently to narrow down the suspects, while Mrs Weasley, Ron and Ginny were much more emotional and prone to being convinced. Fred, George and Charlie often side with each other to sabotage both sides, caring not to win but to cause as much chaos as possible.

Percy's oratory skills becomes apparent for everyone, but his speeches only work once or twice before he had to change strategies unless he becomes the easy sacrifice target for the Death Eater side. Ginny and Ron were subjected to much pressure from their family members as the deciding vote, but seemed to enjoy nonetheless.

And so, with a "Oh, blimey, look at the time! Off to bed, everyone!", Mrs Weasley ended the game but failed to stop the board game craze that would sweep the Burrow in the following days.

I also received requests for new games every few days, and had to summon a few board games before getting the cookbook due to the high demand. As the World Cup draws nearer, I pondered whether or not to bring a game from the future to the wizarding world: even technically difficult ones have magical workarounds, after all. However, that would be a story for another time.