A/N: alright, so I decided to try my hand at my George fanfic one more time. I did have some inspiration to try again so I would like to thank Cherry Tree Blossoms If you guys have a chance I really think you should read her story Soul Searching.
Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling, no matter how much I wish I was. Therefore I only own the family that I made up, and the plot line. ENJOY!
"Aaliyah," I heard George's seven year old voice shout from outside of my bedroom window. "Aaliyah Fae," he continued to shout until I finally decided to get out of bed.
"Georgie, I'm trying to sleep," I shouted back still not getting out of my bed.
"But Aaliyah, I have a surprise for you. I'm coming inside."
"I haven't even had breakfast yet," I shouted, but there was no reply. I let out a groan and felt my way out of bed. "Mummy," I shouted as loud as I could. "Georgie is coming inside. Could you help me get dressed?" I heard my mums faint footsteps in the kitchen as she walked to my room.
"Good morning sweetie," my mum said to me as she searched through my dresser for my clothes. "Would you like some breakfast?"
"Yes please, but not too much. Georgie said he had a surprise for me," I told her excitedly.
-few minutes later-
My mum led me out of my room and into the kitchen where George was patiently waiting. "Morning Aaliyah," he shouted cheerfully and got up to embrace me in a hug.
"Good morning Georgie," I shouted back.
"George, would you like some breakfast?" my mum asked as she searched through the cabinets.
"No, I ate already, but thank you."
As I ate my cereal, George was going on about the broom shop he had gone inside a few days ago with his brother. "It was amazing," he finished.
There was a scratching noise coming from the window, And I heard my mums chair scrapping against the floor. "It's an owl from daddy, Aaliyah," she said once she opened the window.
"What's it say? What's it say?" I asked anxiously.
"Hold on," my mom laughed put as she opened it. She was silent for a few minutes as she read through the letter. "Oh, I'm sorry kids. I think your plans for today will have to be rescheduled. Somethings come up."
"It's okay. I'll just see you later Aaliyah," George said as he got out of his seat and hugged me once more before he left.
"What's wrong mummy?" I asked kind of scared.
"You're dads coming home, and then we have to leave." I could hear the fear in her words, but me only being a seven year old girl, I had no idea what it meant.
"Where are we going?" I asked, but my mum went silent for a while. "Mummy?"
"We're just going to have to leave for a few days. We have to go pack a few things, and then we had to go talk to Mrs. Weasley before your dad gets home. Come on," she said as she grabbed my hand and rushed me into her room.
-hours later-
"Hey Molly," my mum said to my best friends mum. "can I ask you something?"
"Of course," Mrs. Weasley said in reply. "Aaliyah, George will be down soon. We're just going to be in the living room," she said to me.
I nodded my head and plopped myself down on the floor. I wasn't in any mood to feel around for a seat.
"Aaliyah, what are you doing here?" I heard George ask from the door. "I thought something came up?"
"Our mums have to talk. Georgie, my mum said we have to leave. I dot wanna leave," I cried out as I felt George sit on the floor in front of me.
"It's only going to be for a little while though, right?" George asked, saddened by this news.
"I don't know," I told him as I felt the warm tears stream down my face. "I'll miss you anyways."
"I'll miss you too, Aaliyah. You're my best friend. Don't forget that." they exchanged one last goodbye hug before their mums came back and Aaliyah had to leave.
-months later-
"It'll be okay sweetie. I'll be right by your side throughout the whole surgery, okay?" my dad was reassuring me.
"What if I don't recognize you?" I asked.
"You know my voice, don't you?" I nodded my head. "Then you'll know it's me. Don't be scared. Everything will be okay."
"Alright," a male voice said from the edge of the bed, "are you ready?" he asked. Not sure of who he was talking to, I stayed silent.
"She's ready," my dad answered.
"Okay. I'm just going to put her to sleep and we'll get started."
I felt a slight pinch on my right arm and the noises around me began to slur together until I heard nothing at all. I was lost in my own thoughts.
-hours later-
Sound and feeling slowly drifted back to me. Finally, I woke up and something stung my eyes. "Ow," I yelled and quickly squeezed my eyes shut once more.
"Are you okay?" I heard my dad ask from beside me.
"You stayed," I shouted and wrapped my arms around where I felt my dad was as I kept my eyes tightly shut.
"I said that I would. Open your eyes. See the world around you."
"It hurt when I first tried," I told him sadly. "Something stung my eyes."
-years later-
I starred silently at the pictures from my past; George and I playing in the summer sun, my mum holding me as a baby. Tears stung my eyes as I watched two of the few people that meant most to were gone now, and I never got to really see them.
A knock quickly came from my door and I quickly wiped the tears away. "Yes?" I said, knowing that the only person it could be was my dad.
"Just wanted to say good night," he said as he opened the door and walked in. He came and sat beside me on my bed. "Why are you so sad? Tomorrow's your eleventh birthday."
"I know, but I don't see what the big deal is. It's just eleven," I told him as I laid my head on my pillow.
"Alright. Get to bed. I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight, I love you"
"Ya, night."
He cut the lights off and shut the door, leaving me alone in the dark.
-hours later-
I awoke with a start, and the lights flickered on without being touched. I let out a small groan. "I can't wait until I learn to control this stupid magic stuff." I got out of bed and walked out of my bedroom. The clock chimed, stating that it was only seven in the morning.
"What are you doing up, birthday girl?" my dad asked from the kitchen. He had his coffee in his hand and 'the Daily Prophet' sprawled out on the table before him.
"I'm not sure exactly," I said as I grabbed the jug of orange juice and drank directly from it.
"So, do you have anything you would like to do in America before we go back to England?" he asked, not taking his eyes off of the newspaper.
"Yeah, pack up and go home," I said sourly. The only response I got was a small chuckle. After that, he took a sip of his coffee and continued to read the paper. I rolled my eyes and went back to my room in hopes of getting a few more hours of sleep.
-days later-
"It looks the same as it did when we left," my dad said with a big grin on his face.
"I can't say the same," I told him as I closed my eyes and felt around the house. The only thing that seemed different was the height from which I was feeling. I still used my talents from when i was blind most of the time, but only because that's how I grew up. Something inside me told me that I wouldn't fully get the hang of my sight.
"Open your eyes. See the things you never saw when you were little," my dad said, putting his hand on my shoulder.
"I just want to remember home again. If you don't recall, this was the only way I knew this place," I snapped at him.
-weeks later-
"Alright, sweetie, remember that you can see-"
"Dad, I'm not stupid. I've been able to see for three years now," I interrupted him.
"I know, I know. I'm just scared for you. You've never been on your own before."
"Okay, dad. I've got to go. I'll write you." I gave him a quick hug and jumped on the train before anyone managed to hear any of the conversation between me and my dad.
I found an empty compartment and sat in it alone. I closed my eyes in hopes of sleeping the whole way, but two semi-familiar voices had entered the compartment.
"Mums just overreacting," one voice said.
"Hold on, Fred. Someone's already in here," the other voice said, interrupting the first voice.
"It's okay. You can join me if you'd like," I told the two boys, not opening my eyes.
"No we'll go. I wouldn't want to disturb your sleep," the second boy said.
"I wasn't sleeping," I told him, "I just prefer my eyes closed."
"There was a silence for a few seconds, but they sat down across from me anyways. " Why's that?" the one I assumed to be Fred, asked.
"That's rude," the other one said as he smacked Fred.
"It's fine," I said to them and opened my eyes. I starred at the twin boys for a few seconds. "I was born blind. My family use to live in England, but had to go into hiding and we moved to America. My dad wanted to try a muggle experiment so I could see, but my mum wouldn't allow it. Not too long afterwards, my mum died in a crash. That was when my dad decided to try the experiment. It worked, but seeing as how I was raised to accept my blindness, I preferred to get around the way I did before the surgery. I don't really ace all that much for seeing," I explained to the red headed twins in front of me. One of the twins' eyes was the size of saucers, and his mouth was gawked open. "Yes, I know, it's tragic, but I'm okay with it."
"No," the shocked twin said to me.
"Excuse me?" I asked, shocked by his remark.
"I mean 'no' as in 'that's not why I was gawking'." he hesitated before going on. "Aaliyah?"
A/N: I hope you enjoyed. Please review and alert. I would greatly appreciate it. Thank you for reading. I'll try to update as soon as possible.