A/N: This is the first installment/prologue of this series that I have rewritten. Hopefully, time permitting, more will be available soon. I received a lot of reviews that contained comments that concerned me, and seeing as I wrote this something like 3 years ago, I feel the need to rewrite it and hopefully clarify some of the previous issues.
I originally wrote this story because I was tired of magical creature fics in which Harry is paired with whichever character and he has a certain time to "be with" them or he will go crazy or die. These plot lines have always seemed lazy to me, so none of that stuff will be in this fic. Also, this is a story that will (eventually) contain slash, so if that isn't something you are interested in, please hit the back button.
Sorry for the rant
A beta would still be greatly appreciated.
Blinded by the Light
Prologue
As the darkness crept in on all sides of his ever-decreasing vision, he knew he would never be able to win this war. More importantly, he wondered what his fellow wizards and witches would want with a false hero that can't even see his opponent. What had they ever wanted from him to begin with? Oh, that's right…salvation.
He realized his staying at the Dursley's had never had anything to do with his safety, but it had everything to do with power. If there was one thing he had always known, it was that he would not be safe with those creatures. He refused to call them people or family, because they had never resembled the definition of either of those words, at least not in regards to him.
Muggles feared that which they did not know, but his fat fetid uncle feared anything that threatened his view of "normal". To him one must be a middle class, white, male married to a woman younger than he by one to five years. The wife simply must stay at home and raise any horrible children the union managed to produce. The children must be of average intelligence receiving B to D marks, and other than that little was required of them.
If there was one other thing he was sure of, it was that he was anything but normal.
For the first eleven years of his life, he mourned over his abnormality, his freakishness.
Now however, he embraced it. It was his power, his very strangeness, which had kept him alive and fighting for something other than his own life.
But with this betrayal, he knew, there was no way he could keep fighting for the lives of the innocent. It was time to grow up.
After all, if he could no longer see the light, why should anyone else? If he had something stolen from him by someone he had been told to trust, then why couldn't he do a little stealing back? The blindness may be inching forwards, but that didn't mean he had to be blind to the clawing hands navigating his fate, as well as the fate of the wizarding world.
This was going to be the beginning of a brand new Harry Potter. This was going to be the beginning of a brand new hero. This was going to be the beginning…of a brand new world.