Wandless - A Harry Potter Fanfic

Chapter 2 - The Burrow

Vincent decided that he didn't like travelling by Floo Powder. Never had he felt more nauseous then he did that moment as he was whisked away. He eyes stung from the ashes as his arms scraped against against something, making him tumble sideways.

CRASH!

"What in Merlin's name?!" A shout sounded as Vincent came tumbling out of the fireplace. He managed to right himself up during the roll, only to crash against a table, making him fall to the ground.

Vincent coughed, having inhaled some of the smoke in his travel.

"I...Floo travel sucks," Vincent muttered as he sat up to some chuckles.

"First time travelling by Floo Powder eh?" He sat up to see two red heads grinning down on him as Arnya wheeled her way over to his side.

One of them had long hair tied up in a short ponytail. Hanging off his ear was a fang of sorts. The other was shorter in comparison, being more stocky and muscular. Scars and bruises could be seen on his face, and his short sleeves did nothing to hide the numerous burns and scratches on his arms.

The one with long hair got out of his chair and offered a hand. "You alright there?"

"Yeah, thanks," Vincent patted some dust off his arms before grabbing hold of the hand. He was pulled to his feet and taking note of how tall the man was, being a good head taller than he was.

Looking around, he took note that the Weasley's fireplace was in the same room as their large kitchen filled with various mismatched items, different types of chairs, knives, dishes and even the windows were all different, having odd markings and such. On one wall, it had a clock that had, instead of numbers, several looking notices or alerts of sorts like You're Late, Tea Time, and Get Up. What caught his attention the most were the dishes that were washing themselves. He felt interested in it for what combination of spells were used and what else it could be used for. Not to mention how handy it would be.

"Name's Bill, this here's Charlie," Bill Weasley pointed to the other redhead who grinned as he held up a hand in greeting.

"Sup," Vincent couldn't help but grin at Charlie Weasley's casual greeting. "That was some entrance you made there, rather spectacular in fact."

"Wasn't intending it to be," Vincent held out a hand to which Charlie shook. "Vincent Wong, and I'm not sure if Arnya introduced herself."

"Ah, we were about to ask when you came rolling in," Charlie nodded to Arnya. He paused before taking another look at Vincent. "Vincent...Ah, blimey...your the muggle that Ron adducted!"

"Unknowingly in his defence," Vincent gave a wry smile as Bill chuckled.

"It's amazing you were allowed to stay at Hogwarts," Bill said thoughtfully. "A single memory charm would have done the trick."

"This is Dumbledore we're talking about," Charlie shrugged. "The way that madman thinks is far beyond our understanding. Maybe he plans to have muggles attend Hogwarts or something."

"Doubt it," Bill snorted, "the Ministry's full of pureblooded old fools to let that happen."

Vincent couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the way the two were talking about the Ministry. Then again, Vincent hardly knows anyone else from the Ministry other than Mr Fudge, Weasley, and Malfoy.

"Mr Malfoy would most definitely be against it," Vincent thought. He then heard footsteps from the next room. "Is that your mother? I should probably go greet her."