Well this is my first Harry Potter fic! Im writing this mainly from the perspective Darren Luseppe, an OC. This fix is going to manifest kind of organically, I don't have much planned. As of right now for pairings you can expect RonxOCxHermione. There will be some slash. So if you don't like that turn away now!

Im trying to keep the character's from the story IC as much as I can. If you feel like I haven't please let me know in a review! Because its something I'm constantly working with. Occuring in the summer holiday between book 5 and 6. Also, Prepare for much angst!

Rated M for future situations of Sex and Violence.

I also do not own any of the characters or original text from JK Rowling. Merely borrowing them :)

Chapter 1

"We are knowing nothing of your plans! We swear it!

"Where is it hidden…" from a voice Darren had never heard before. His face was pressed firmly against the door, too afraid to see what awaited him on the other side.

"The Luseppes –" he heard his mother's voice before it was quickly cut out by the unknown voice again…

"Crucio!" the man screamed, only followed by his mother's screams. With no sense of consequence, Darren placed his hand carefully on the side of the door opening it without a sound. The tiniest creak from the door and he had the slightest glimpse of his mother against the wall. They made eye-contact for only a moment, She screamed "NO!!"

And then everything went dark.

Darren woke up to a sweet yet unfamiliar smell. Letting out an instinctual grunt he turned over to his side, the warmth of the covers across his body made him never want to wake up. The mattress made a loud creak as he turned – only then was he sure he wasn't in his bed. Taking a deep breath he opened his eyes only to see the same darkness as before. He grew increasingly worried with every blink until he closed his eyes really tight…hoping for to see light. Very slowly he opened his eyes..and was greeted with the same darkness.

Bollox… he whispered to himself. "Que est ici!?" he demanded in a frantic tone. Without thinking he started to feel within his clothes for his wand, where was it? He questioned himself. He felt blind as he sifted through his clothes and the covers for his wand; a security blanket of sorts. Thankfully next to his pillow he felt it! With a sigh of relief Darren flicked his wand and muttered "Lumos." There were a couple of moments of confusion when he saw no light. He continued to repeat 'lumos' and 'nox' until it seemed there would be no light coming to this room.

Darren walked through the misty darkness with his hands held carefully in front of him. Each step seemed more daunting than the next. Certainly he had to be making some progress. After getting slightly more confidence his stride became larger only to be halted by what had to be a dresser. "Je suis où?" he yelled desperately.

A hand touched Darren's shoulder gently causing him to jump and raise his wand toward something he could not see. "Qui êtes-vous!" Darren screamed. He was so confused – absolutdly uncertain of what was going on. Where was he? Where was his mother? "Calm dear..I don't mean to hurt you, my name is Molly Weasely. Come have some tea – I'll explain everything." There was a certain warmth about her voice that made him trust her. Darren's stomach growled at the thought of food. All he could do was simply nod quietly and allowed her to take his hand and guide him out of the room. Darren kept on waiting for the darkness to fade away with each room, but it never did. The short walk was mostly silent except for Mrs. Weasely's warnings such as "Stairs are coming up. Dip in the floor honey. Watch your head." This kept up for several minutes until finally he had found a seat. At this point Darren's thought continued to rush feverishly. Did these people live in the dark? He knew the Weaselys, he has had plenty of classes with Ron in the past, and also knew of his twin brothers. He had heard them called "Blood Traitors" on more than one occasion..but he knew that they were good people.

"Mrs. Weasely..Why am I here?" Darren asked quietly. There was a moment where he assumed she was coming up with a reply, but he couldn't help but wait to ask the one question he had been dreading. "And..Why can't I see? What's going on?" There was movement in the room but he couldn't tell who it was. Darren bit his lip as he felt his face and eyes warming up..he did not want to cry, not here. A small clinking of what sounded like a saucer and cup next to him. He could hear Mrs. Weasely pull out her seat and sit down, she took her hands in his as she began to speak.

"Well…The truth is, both me and my husband, Arthur, are part of the Order of the Phoenix. Do you know what that is?"

Darren nodded. "Bits and pieces – only from what I've heard in the prophet."

"Yes yes, so you understand the jist of it, although it certainly has been smutted by the prophet lately. You're here for protection. Your family has held something that You-know-who has been wanting for a long time, something that he hadn't considered last time. I don't know if you were aware of it or not…But you-know-who sent several Death Eaters to your family's summerhouse. We hadn't expected them to know where it was, especially with the enchantments in place. The precautions were astronomical.." The last sentence sounded melancholic. She took a very long pause until she started speaking again.

"We got there just in time for you..You were unconscious, and had a very serious injury.Unfortunately…we did not make it in time for your mother and father."

She tightened her grip on his hands and he let her. Darren felt his face heat up and tears began to form around his blue eyes. Thousands of questions began to rise up in his head, however only one seemed to be of importance..

"How did they die?"

"The killing curse….Come on now dear, Drink your tea! I'll fetch you some breakfast." Molly tried desperately to change the subject, it became apparent that this was not her forte. She spoke quickly of things that seemed to hold little significance. What else could matter, his parents weren't here anymore. He felt as though he had nothing. He still couldn't see…Why?

"Mrs Weasley…?"

"What is it dear?"

"Why can't I see?"

"..When we came you were on the ground, unconscious. Something was wrong with your eyes. You were sent to St. Mungo's immediately…however they were not able to identify a curse." Mrs. Weasely stopped for a moment, and Darren knew that she was crying.

"You're blind now, Darren."

That's it for chapter 1! Please review :) Takes like 20 seconds and it really lets me know what people are thinking!