Uncle Vernon lost his temper and hit me with a piece of glass. A burst of pain centered over my left brow. Searing agony in my eyes. Had the glass gotten in them? I hear Uncle panicking.
(What do I do? Those blasted freaks are going to kill me! Going to have to take the boy to the hospital. How will I explain this away?).
There is something warm and wet running down my face but I can't see to check what it is. I fell, hitting the ground, more pain. Must have landed in the glass shards on the floor. The last thing I am aware of before I pass out is a detached curiosity as to whether I would wake up again or if Uncle would try to be rid of me for good.
I wake up unsure if I am still alive. I am lying on something soft and all the pain is gone. I hear someone move a little ways away from me. I turn my head towards the sound. The person walks towards me as I shift and introduces himself as Professor Severus Snape but requests that I call him Severus. He asks me how I feel, if I am in any pain. I listen to his voice in awe of the deep velvety tones. I shake my head hesitantly. The professor's clothes rustle and I jump. Severus is touching something wrapped around my head and eyes. A bandage? As the last bits fall from my face, he asks me to open my eyes. Only then do I realize that they were closed. I open my eyes and blink once then again. All I can see is black. No color. No light. I panic, hyperventilating. I can't see! Something is pressed to my lips, bitter liquid spilling into my mouth.
"Drink" he orders me. I swallow instinctively, calming quickly. He gently asks me what happened. "I can't see" I whimpered quietly. I hear an intake of breath then rustling as something is picked up. A muttered word and a strange feeling runs through me. The professor sighs heavily.
"I was hoping I had saved your sight" he says quietly, his voice sad.
