Obscurus

 Ron blinked at them before blinking again. Ron blushed because of the stares. The woman asked again, stating they didn't have time, and they got weary of following him and couldn't find anything, uh, strange.

     “My grandfather, Mommy's father, a professor at Washington. And he once visited to see us at Christmas when I was six years old!” Ron replied as he slowly stood up. “—can you do that thing again?" He added to the woman.

     Ron was totally shocked by this! A box just flew through the air! Who wouldn't want to witness such a work of magic? It reminded him of the fantasy he'd read books d from Gabriel.

     "I'm sorry, boy," she said softly, "but we're here for information, and so can you tell us where exactly he is in Washington?"

     "We don't have a time." The other man remarked.

     "I-I'm not sure where in Washington...I-I think Ellensburg?" he stammered.

     "Right, that's it; Merribet and the rest of you report back to the division, and I'll deal with the boy."

     The rest of them nodded, but a black man walked forwards staring at Ron, "So the boy's coming?" He asked.

     "What did my grandfather do? Is he in danger? What happened?" he asked, as the woman knelt in front of him and cupped the Ron's freckled cheek.

     "Listen to me, Ronald. You are in grave danger. We feared you were one of them after tracking the magic that happened in your front yard. Remember the owl and a piece of newspaper? I want you to take that piece of newspaper to you, grasp it exactly at Thursday, exactly at eight o’clock of evening."

       "My name is Roselette, and this is Auror Robby; you must trust us; do not tell anyone else about it, or they will be in danger as well," she continued.

      "But I don't understand..." Ron replied.

     "We will protect you, Ronald; now return to your class and pretend nothing happened; Thursday, eight o’clock." She rose up and nodded to Auror Robby.

     "Well done, now boy, if you'll excuse us," he added as Ron heard another crack and the two disappeared. Ron just stood there, confused.

       He slowly walked back to his classroom as his math teacher noticed him standing at the door. "I said, twelve minutes, Ronald Taylor."

       "Sorry."

      It was half past seven o'clock on Thursday. Ron was pacing around his room, a piece of newspaper on the table, he has no idea what was going on, but after that day, he was struggling to calm down. Ron groaned as he looked at the dog, which seemed to be waiting for him to throw something.

    "It's evening, Dog. Get out," he said. The dog barked but made no movement.

    As he stroked Dog’s body, Ron sniffed the dog and said, "Come here, there, ugh, you stink. Where did you just play?" He noticed Gabriel had just entered when the door opened. "What the hell? Dog just ate one of my science experiments! It's my assignment for tomorrow! You stupid dog!" he raged.

    "Language, Gabriel!" their mother yelled from the living room.

   "I don't care! I worked on that for almost two weeks!" he exclaimed.

   When the dog recognized him, it began sprinting outside. "You come back here! I'm not going to feed you for two weeks—!"

    Ron burst out laughing and exclaimed, that was funny! He was choking as Gabriel scowled at him, giving him the middle finger before running outside. Ron grabbed his table, wheezing, and didn't see his finger touched the piece of newspaper, and the time was exactly at eight o’clock.

   He didn't know what happened next, he just felt himself just pulled with a lot of forced. 

    Then, when he found himself falling to who knows where, he started screaming. He screamed, "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming!" and was then knocked to the ground. Ron felt lightheaded and like he wanted to throw up as he glanced up and saw a large group of individuals wearing long coats and black cloaks, he was shaking in nervousness.

     Ron cautiously stood up and noticed a man had suddenly appeared behind him. The man was grunting and carrying a briefcase as he went away as if it was another ordinary day.

    Ron squeezed his hands and looked around, worried since he has no idea where he is, that is, until a hand yanked him to the side. It was Auror Robby.

    "Stay low, boy," he whispered as they began lowering and headed in another direction. They afterwards noticed Rosette talking with a woman.

    "Roselette," Auror Robby said. 

    "Ah, you came, and the boy?" she asked, peering behind Auror Robby. Ron was still there, glancing around and fidgeting.

   "Have they found him yet here?"

   "I'm afraid not; he's a clever one, very much like his brother."

   As Roselette moved closer and placed her hand on Ron's right shoulder, she could see that he was starting to feel uncomfortable. "Ron, how are you doing? Would you like to join my office for dinner, or have you had dinner already?"

    “I already have, I just have so many questions. Where are we? What are you? And how, how did I come already here in this place without taking a bus— I was just joking with my brother, and when I touched that newspaper, I found myself falling, and then I am here, and then—"

    "Ron, sweetie," Roselette chuckled, "calm down. It's been a shock, we're really sorry, but can I ask for clarification before I answer your questions?" The three of them began walking in a different path.

    "Sure, maam." Ron nodded, still glancing around.

    “Do you think that magic exists?”

    "I'm not sure, to be honest.” Ron responded.

    Roselette opened a door and they forced the two of them inside, saying, "Well then, we are called witches and wizards, and you are one of them, Ron." As they sat on the chairs there, a set of tea cups gathered on a table with a wave of the wand. A table was in the center, encircled by shelves, and there are organized stacks of paper and forms.

    Ron remarked, staring at the tea in his hands, "Uhm, but...I still don't get it."

   While enjoying his tea in front of him, Auror Robby simply listened to the discussion. “I'm really sorry, Ron, but you'll understand soon enough that you're involved in a risky case that MACUSA is now working on. After the Grindelwald War, an obscurial was discovered in the middle of London; it was rumoured that the obscurial had been killed by no-majs.”

   "What's no-majs?" Ron asked, as it was the only word he remembered.

   "No magical individuals," Auror Robby stated. "This is absurd; why do we need to keep the boy with us when we could simply hand him over to Auror headquarters?"

   "Robby, as I've told you many times, I am the one who chose to care for the boy," she said as she fixed her eyes on him.

    "Oh my god, Roselette,"

    "I thought your name was Auror," Ron said to Auror Robby who groaned.

    "A report just came, but I needed a break first, because the boy won't grasp everything, Roselette."

    "Uhm—Magic is real, like Gandalf." Ron blushed as he peered at their puzzled expressions. “He’s a wizard…”

   "Right, a no-majs' kind of wizard, can we now talk about the case? Repholius was hiding, we're trying to track his magic, and it appears Revius is indeed on the run."

   "Who is Revius?" Ron asked. 

   "According to the report, Revius is your grandfather's brother."

    "He was hiding an obscurus, Roselette! An obscurus!" Auror Robby stood up from his chair.

    "What's obscurus—"

     "I know! That's why we need to look after Ron, hide him. Revius is on the run, and now he knows he was deceived by Repholius! He was furious, Robby. What will happen if he releases off of that obscurus?"

    Ron cast a glanced between them.

    "Then what? You expect Revius to come up here? What are you planning, Roselette? Why are you lying to us? Why do we need to talk here instead of at the headquarters?"

   Roselette glared at him, "Repholious is innocent. I knew him, this is why I am helping him. And the boy, because he told me."

   Auror Robby did not respond and sat up in his chair, massaging his temple. "An obscurus is like a dark mass, Ron; it's extremely dangerous, and Revius wanted you to take it, but Repholious deceived him by—by—"

    "Using me?" Ron asked.

    "Yes, Ronald. I'm sorry, but you need to hear all of this. You were used by Repholious to investigate his brother, that obscurus Revius were hidden at is a very different, it was weak, and he wanted you to take it. He was—he was waiting for a chance, and so Revius—you as a baby—he—"

    Auror Robby sighed, "The Taylors were not your biological family, Ronald."

   "I knew it," Ron said after a little pause.

    "Ronald—"

    "I mean, they have dark brown and black hairs! Clear skin and all, I'm the only different, of course, I'm not stupid.....but they loved me and so..." Ron concealed his sadness by sipping his tea.

   "Right, Revius kidnapped you as a baby, thinking the Taylors would torture you in order to suppress your magical ability; he was only waiting for Repholious to notify him when you were ready to receive the obscurus."

    "So, who is my true family?" Ron asked, his voice croaking and his hands trembling.

    "Repholious refuses to inform us."

    Ron began to cry as Roselette hugged him. "I want Mommy, I want Mommy......"

     Roselette was upset about everything, but she knew she had to explain everything for the benefit of the boy, and the most important thing for her was to show Ronald who he truly is in this world. That he is more than just an ordinary boy, that he is a wizard, and that he is strong.

    "Then, Ronald, I'd like you to help us," Roselette said.

    "W-what are we g-going to do?" Ron asked trembling.

     "Defeat the enemy."