Hey everyone! Me and dem bones are collaborating again! Seeing as The Dark Princes Heir was deleted by reports, so we have decided to do something else and not carry it on. sorry readers about that.
This idea came to my mind last year, and wanted to have another author involved to get the story moving faster etc. dem bones is amazing!
Thank you to Nimsul for being the beta for this new story! I know your going to be amazing!
Disclaimer: We don't own Harry Potter, that all belongs to Rowling and her brain.
Fate deals Harry Potter a strange hand when he is doused with a dark hazardous Potion by Lord Voldemort. The attack leaves Harry blind, but also gives him a heightened "radar sense" that allows him to "see" far better than any man. Can Harry survive without his sight? Will he need protection?
Chapter One: Black Dawn
Harry thrashed about on the stone cold floor of the Ministry of Magic. Voldemort was slowly taking possession of his mind and body. He felt like he was burning from the inside out. Something wasn't right, he knew it.
Voldemort was shredding his memories apart - replaying the deaths of his parents, Cedric and Sirius in front of his glazed eyes. Harry screamed as he felt a mental punch, his head smacking against the floor. He also felt something smash into his face, liquid from all different directions started to crawl slowly into his eyes.
He screamed in agony, clawing at his eyes and trying to rub away whatever Voldemort had smashed into his face.
Voldemort exited his body, laughing at him. "Want to know what potion is crawling into your eyes Potter?" he asked, hovering over Harry like a dementor.
Harry screamed again as the potion sank into his eyes stinging, black dots formed in his sight.
"That's it Potter, scream for me. I like to call this special potion Black Dawn, because it rises over the victims eyes like the sunrise. It's a shame that the maker of Diluculum Nigrum will die from simple rat poisoning," Voldemort hissed, his snake-like hand coming around Harry's neck. His hands went to snake faces hands, trying to peel the fingers away as he started to gasp for breath.
"Yes... Severus is the maker of the potion, Potter. Say a special thank you for me that it is he whom has blinded the boy who lived. That traitor, Snape, is a brilliant Potions Master - which I helped him achieve. Don't forget to tell him it was me that helped him. And this is how he repays me, by giving Dumbledore information about me?!" Voldemort tormented as he dragged Harry up by his neck.
"Sight is such a precious thing, Potter. This though, is just one of plans for you, the boy who lived gone blind. Who will want to help you now? The light will have to find a new savior and you will be pushed aside; no one will care about a blind boy." Voldemort mocked as he pressed his index finger to Harry's lightning bolt scar.
Harry's scar burst open and he knew he was going to at least have brain damage next, the pain was beyond imaginable. Voldemort was sucking himself in and he suddenly felt as if he were a part of Voldemort; his head twisted like a snake.
He was being controlled by him.
"Kill me now, Dumbledore..." Harry tried to scream as Voldemort made his body move, throwing it to the floor like a rag doll. The voice that was coming out of his mouth wasn't his. Harry felt lost, trying to think of anything that would get this madman out of his body.
Love.
He made his heart fill with emotion, thinking about his love for his friends: the Weasleys and Sirius. He felt Voldemort's presence vanish and the pain was gone. He breathed in deeply, feeling snake face near him as he lay limp on the floor. His eyes focused on him as he was picked up again, his sight going dark.
"In the end Tom, good wins and I will see to it personally that you will pay for everything that you have done. You can't be loved and a life without love is a lonely, sad one." Harry's dying eyes locked with Voldemort's, green meeting red. Black started to rise over his eyes, and his vision became clouded by black dots.
A green flash of light went past his eyes as darkness flooded them. The hold on his top was gone and he was dropped to the floor. He brought his hands to his raw eyes. Harry's world was black; he tried to make his eyes move to find anything.
Nothing but blackness, as far as he could see.
Harry wanted to cry, but the heavy sound of footsteps stopped him of that thought. He put his hands to the ground, moving them around to find his glasses; he could only feel dust on the floor.
"Harry my boy..." Dumbledore said as he placed his hand on Harry's left shoulder.
Harry turned his head in the direction of Dumbledore's voice. His eyes moved about in his dark sight of nothingness.
"Sir, I can't see..." Harry whispered. He felt his scar burst into pain again. His hands went to his scar, feeling something wet on his hands. He felt someone grab his shoulders as the world around him went black, his body going limp as be passed out.
Harry groaned, feeling the sheets of a bed in the hospital wing around him. The itchy bedding made him realize that he had passed out in the ministry of magic. His body was probably weak after everything that had happened.
He felt so strange and he didn't know how to describe it. His eyes were tingling, the sensation making him want to rub them. He blinked and squeezed them shut.
Then Harry definitely realized that he couldn't see anything.
He brought his hands to his face, feeling light fabric covering his eye lids. Harry let out a whimper, his hands running through his hair and grabbing hold of it tightly.
"Why me, why is it always bloody me?" Harry let out a harsh, unexpected laugh as he used his right hand to feel the tucked in sheets around him and he whipped them off. He slowly got off the bed, placing his feet on the cold ground.
Harry let out another laugh, he didn't know which way the bed was facing - left or right. He put his hands in front of him, walking forward very slowly. His hands came in contact with fabric, the curtains that were drawn around his bed. He let out a heavy sigh as he stroked the fabric, gripping it tightly.
His body swayed as a wave of dizziness hit him, the curtain twisted around him and ripped from the railings as he fell on the cold, hard ground. Harry grunted as he hit the floor with the curtains tangled around him.
"Mr Potter! What are you doing out of your bed, young man?" Harry snapped his head up at Madam Pomfrey's voice, his head turning right. It was weird, Harry still had control enough to move his eyes around. He searched for anything that would reassure him that this was not true, that he was not blind.
He felt himself being lifted up by two arms, the curtains falling off him to the ground. Harry sensed the other person as Dumbledore, something sparked in his brain that it was indeed the headmaster.
"Get off me," he whispered as he wanted no one to touch him, but the hold on him was strong and wasn't going anywhere. "Please!"
"Put your arms out Harry. Let your hands guide you, my boy." Harry didn't like Dumbledore's tone, it was saddened. Harry tightly closed his eyes behind the light fabric, Dumbledore's voice affected him even more as he placed his arms out, as his hands were guided to his bed.
Harry felt the itchy sheets again and the hold on him was lessened, but still there. He climbed onto the bed, being helped along the way as he was not getting tucked in again like a five year old.
"Harry my boy, how are you feeling?" Dumbledore asked in a low tone. Harry let out a hysterical laugh, his hands scrunching the sheets up as held them tightly.
"How am I? You really just asked that? I'm bloody blind sir, I cannot see anything!" Harry cried out angrily, his hands running over his face and feeling the fabric covering his dead eyes. He ripped both pieces of fabric off, and turned his head so he was at least facing Dumbledore.
Harry opened them, a small gasp coming from Madam Pomfrey. "How do you think I'm going to live without my sight? I will not be able to do anything! I won't be able to point a wand and cast a simple spell because I cannot see where anything, or anybody is! The only person who truly cared about me is now dead, too. It's just been a very lucky day." Harry half laughed and half sobbed at the same time.
"Mr Potter, calm down or I will give you a calming a draught." Pomfrey warned, summoning one at the ready.
"CALM DOWN? How can I?" Harry shouted and got his pillow from behind him and threw it, not giving a damn anymore. He felt his magic stir at his anger, it also wanted to come out and play.
"Harry, please calm down." Dumbledore took ahold of his hand, old rough skin meeting his.
Harry started to breathe heavily, and shoved the old man's hold off. "Oh, you start to care now Headmaster? You haven't given a shit about me this year, ignoring me every time I tried to talk to you. You only fucking care now because your precious boy savior is now blind; how's that for irony? I am meant to kill him, only me - and now he's upped the game. Making me, the boy who lived, blind!" Harry ranted, his anger and magic making the best of the situation.
He heard things starting to smash around him as he felt a vile taste at his lips, leaking into his mouth. Oh how he wanted to spit it out, but it slowly went down his throat. Harry felt the first wave if calm go through him, and his body relaxed into the bed.
"I will kill him, and I hope he catches Snape and tortures him before I do something I will regret." Harry said bitterly as another wave of calm hit him hard.
"You don't mean that Harry."
"I do, he's the reason I'm blind and that Sirius is dead. Another person to add to my so called hit list." Harry muttered, his face and mind relaxing.
Sirius is dead.
The hospital wing was at a total silent stand still, until Madam Pomfrey started to cast spells to repair whatever Harry had damaged. He sighed whilst turning on his side, away from Dumbledore, just wanting to give up. He felt Dumbledore's hand on his shoulder, squeezing slightly. Harry just shrugged it off.
"You better go check on Snape. I know what Voldemort does to traitors within his ranks. He gets another death eater and sends curses and poison through their mark to the victim." Harry muttered quietly, feeling another wave of calm go over him.
"I'm sorry my boy, for everything I have put you through this year. I'll be back shortly." Dumbledore said sadly as he slowly walked away, and out of the hospital wing. Harry listened to his footsteps quickening to get to Snape.
"Turn around Mr. Potter, so I can take a look at your eyes."
"What's the point, we both know there's nothing to be saved." Harry turned around for her, opening his eyes.
Nothing but blackness.
He felt a hand come to his face, and a finger going under his right eyebrow to open his eyelid more.
"Tell me if you can see anything Mr. Potter." Pomfrey said as her lit wand went forward and back again across his right eye. Harry felt his eye twitch, and the wand above his eye. He focused on which way the wand was going, his eyes moving with it.
"I see nothing, but I can feel the movement of your wand." Harry muttered as she repeated this with his other eye. He heard her scratch something down on parchment.
"There is a specialist coming to see you soon, Potter. Healer Del Le Rue is at the top of his game. He is specialized in ophthalmology and will get you back on track in no time." Harry nodded, his stomach grumbling quite loudly. a quick pop sound was heard, a tray was placed on his legs.
How in hell was he going to bloody feed himself?
"Now Mr. Potter, for the time being I will be assisting you. Until the Headmaster, myself and Healer Del Le Rue can find a solution for everyday tasks." Madame Pomfrey took ahold of his hands, placing one around the bowl of soup that was on his tray and the other hand on the spoon. Even now, the simplest of tasks he couldn't do.
How was he even meant to survive now?
What do you lovely readers think? Me and dem bones will appreciate reviews! I hope you will like this beginning chapter.
The next one is all about Snape, do not fret my dears!
Thank you all for reading!
From Puzzle Me This and dem bones
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