A/N: Hey there wouldn't mind a beta reader for this story. Sorry for the long wait suffer mental health problems.

Chapter 3

"Were not home anymore" he said rather shocked. "Where are we?" Ron asked, coming back beside him.

"I have no idea Harry" replied looking about the place, seeing a white sheet covering some sort of stand. Going over to it, he pulled the sheet off and saw a rather large stand with a thick green book with a red triangle, made out of circles.

"What's that?" Ron asked as Harry was about to touch it when it suddenly glowed an orange light and flew off the stand on the floor.

"Oh" gasped Ron, staring.

Curiosity was getting the better of him and he wandered over to the book, and tried to calm himself down. Bending down, he tried touching it again and it stayed where it was. Putting his hand on the room started to shake and a white light appeared on the chandler.

"Harry" said Ron, backing away and looking at the light above them when the book shot open and Harry was about to read the first page when a bright orange light shot out the book filling the room, causing Harry's head to snap up and he was filled with light and everything went blank hearing Rom screaming his name.

Not sure how long he had been out cold, but he heard muffled voices in the distance, "maybe we should take him to hospital", he heard a woman's voice say.

Groggily peeling one eye open and then the other and saw Mrs Weasley and Arthur bending down beside him "How did we get back here?" he asked as Molly handed him his glasses.

"You really shouldn't touch strange books, Harry" scolded Molly. "You both appeared in the living room in a gold light, we really should take you to hospital to get checked over" when there was a knock at the door and all turned to see Dumbledore standing there, looking concerned.

"Ah good" said Arthur as Dumbledore came in. "Harry needs to be checked over as he brought Ron home in a golden light after touching a book and Ron said it filled the room and disappeared into Harry"

"What?" gasped Harry, "i feel fine no different" reluctant to go to hospital.

"Your curiosity is getting the better of you, you really shouldn't touch strange books they could be dangerous" said Dumbledore as Harry stood up. "Take my hand?" sad Dumbledore.

Reluctantly Harry took his hand when a really strange feeling of being pulled in all directions came over him and he felt kind of sick, once the feeling passed he found himself in a large waiting room with lots of witches and wizards about. "Did we just apparate?"

"You did very well, most people vomit come with me?"

Wandering over to the reception desk, he spoke to the assistant. Then they had to wait until a nurse and a doctor came and they took Harry to run every single test in different rooms with weird machines, and they took bloods which he did not like the needle.

The different teats took all afternoon and it was 8.45pm when Dumbledore apparated them back to the Weasley's house, he felt tired, sick and rather grumpy of being tested all afternoon.

"Well?" said Molly as they walked back in after knocking.

"The test's will take a day or so due to the urgency, that's the best they can do" said Dumbledore sitting down on the couch.

"Good would you like something to drink tea, coffee?" she asked standing up.

"Water would be good?" he replied.

"Same" Harry said smiling.

"Harry I would like you to tell us everything from the beginning?" Everyone was gathered in the living room ready to listen and this made him feel slightly nervous.

After taking a long drink of water, he began to tell them about the black book that appeared in his bedroom and al the back stuff.

"Try doing the thing with your eyes?" said Ron butting in.

"I don't know how?" he said taking off his glasses and said you mean this he said looking at Dumbledore as his eyes glowed of fire then turned pure black as they all stared.

"Oh" said Dumbledore, rather shocked.

"I can also do this" he said suddenly disappearing from the couch to the table in the blink of an eye as they watch him vanish from the table and back to the couch again.

"That's amazing" said Arthur.

"It feels strange cold dark and angry, i don't really like the feeling i get when i do it" he replied, giving them a weak smile, when he put his hand to reach for the glass of water, it suddenly moved off the table into his hand.

"Telekinesis" Dumbledore said, rather worried, when there was a knock at the door.

"Hey there" said the tall man with grey hair. "I need to speak to Dumbledore privately" noticing Harry and staring looking shocked and pale.

"This is a friend of mine from the ministry, his name is David, i told him i was coming here" he said standing up.

As he went outside to speak to the man who couldn't stop staring at Harry, 'who was about to ask what his problem was but decided against it as he was used to people staring'

When Dumbledore came back he looked really worried and said "there is a problem...Harry's tracker has disappeared"