Chapter 1:
The Burrow was unusually quiet. There was no clanging of pots in the kitchen, no constant bickering from the Weasley siblings, and not even any explosions made from Fred and George's experiments. Worried, Harry walked around The Burrow to find any sign of another living person. He furrowed his eyebrows and walked into the kitchen.
"…and I wasn't sure if it was safe to touch, so I wrapped it in this cloth." Arthur Weasley finished saying to the crowd of people in the kitchen.
"You did the right thing," Tonks claimed as she inspected whatever was in the cloth, "You never know what could happen if you touch a piece of Dark magic, such as this. I have never seen quite anything like it…"
Harry's heart rate began to speed up. A Dark object in a homely place like The Burrow? What would have happened if one of the Weasley kids found it, especially his best friend Ron or even Ron's younger sister Ginny, who he has taken quite a liking to over the past few weeks, but he obviously wouldn't tell anybody.
"What's going on?" Harry demanded, annoyed for being left out of the situation. At the sound of Harry's voice, everyone turned around to face him.
"It seems that Mr Weasley has found some kind of unknown Dark object in the attic, Harry," Hermione explained, "We were just showing it to Tonks because of her expertise in Dark objects from being an Auror."
"But it looks like this is something that no one has ever seen before, or even heard about. It would do us all good if no one tried to do anything with it." Remus continued.
"Ow!" Yelled Tonks as she stubbed her toe on the corner of the kitchen bench. "Why do our darn toes have to cause us so much pain!"
Ignoring Tonks's yells of pain, Harry walked up to take a better look at the mysterious object. It was black and kind of looked like a perfume bottle, but instead of a delightful spray inside, there was a sand like substance filling it. "What's inside it?" Harry asked no one in particular.
"Well, we don't know." Mrs Weasley answered.
"Very helpful, Mum," Ron Weasley sarcastically told his mother.
"There is no need for attitude, Ron!" Hermione scolded her friend. Mrs Weasley smiled and looked at her son's friend approvingly. Ron just huffed and stared at the floor. Harry laughed at his two friends. They were always arguing.
"Im going to have to keep it here for now since there are Death Eaters running around everywhere and the Ministry is no longer safe." Tonks explained.
"Okay everyone, lets just forget about this and head to the table for dinner. All of you. Hurry, hurry." Mrs Weasley said ushering everyone to the table for the dinner she had just finished before all of this started.
Ginny smiled at Harry and followed her mother to the table. Harry's stomach became all weird.
Instead of being the first one to rush off to the table, Ron was still there keeping his two eyes fixed on the object. He wasn't blinking. It looked like he was in some kind of trance. Harry walked up to his still friend and waved both his hands in front of Ron's eyes. "Ron," he quietly said. "Ron!" he said louder, but he still didn't get any response from him, nor did he even blink.
He began to panic. "Tonks!" he yelled, "Hermione!"
Everyone that was seated at the table hurried to the place that Ron was standing. "He's not moving. Not even blinking or answering me. That thing's doing something to him!" Harry exclaimed as he gestured to the unknown Dark object.
"Ron? Hello?" Bill said while waving his hands in front of Harry's face.
"I already tried that." Harry quickly said.
"Ees 'e okay?" Fleur said with her strong French accent.
"Obviously not," Ginny mumbled. Harry stifled a smile.
Everyone stood silent staring at the situation in front of them, unsure of what to do.
"Must….spill…out….spin…," Ron mumbled in a low, dark voice. Now they were scared.
"Ron dear?" Mrs Weasley asked her dazed son. "What are you talking about?"
She reached out her arm to touch Ron, but Fred seized it back. "Fred! What are you doing?"
"You can never be too careful with this type of magic." The 'better looking' twin said to his stressed mother.
"But it's Ron!" Mrs Weasley whimpered looking at the boy who hadn't even made any sign of movement since he uttered those four words.
"Fred's right Mum." George said taking the side of his twin. "We have to be careful."
Everyone was staring at the bickering trio, not noticing Ron's arm inching towards the black bottle. At the sound of a glass shattering, all twelve other heads immediately turned. They saw a confused looking Ron with his arm out towards the kitchen bench and the Dark object completely destroyed on the floor!
"Ron! Look what you've done!" Ginny accused her brother, who still was unsure of what was happening.
"It's not his fault Ginny," Charlie explained to his younger sister, "He was hypnotized or something."
As soon as the second oldest Weasley child spoke those few words, the sand like substance now all over the floor from the broken bottle, began floating up and around each person. No one dared to move a muscle. A sudden scream from Hermione made everyone turn and look into the same blinding, white light that caused her to scream. Next thing they knew, they were engulfed into the air and spun around in continuous circles.