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A Pair of Half-Moon Spectacles

Real Version, HP Book #1: "Something gold was glinting just above him. The Snitch! He tried to catch it, but his arms were too heavy. He blinked. It wasn't the Snitch at all. It was a pair of glasses. How strange" (295, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone)

When Harry woke, his mind was blissfully blank and unknowing. Then, something gold glinted just above him. The Snitch! Feeling a sudden burst of adrenaline, Harry threw his arms up and grabbed the gold object with his right hand.

Triumph swept through Harry. He'd caught the Snitch! Gryffindor is the winner of- and then he realized with a jolt that he wasn't playing Quidditch. Confused, Harry felt the thing he was holding. It wasn't a Snitch at all! He realized, outraged. It was... something wire, with a plastic or glass... no, two plastic or glass surfaces on it.

… eyeglasses?

But why were glasses hanging over his bed? Purely out of instinct, Harry reached over to the table beside his hospital bed and scrabbled for his glasses, jamming them onto his face. Harry looked down at what he was holding. Indeed, it was a pair of glasses.

Feeling some trepidation, Harry looked upwards. Above him stood Professor Dumbledore, his blue eyes sparkling in an intensity comparable to a supernova. Harry looked down at the spectacles again, hoping that, for some reason, Dumbledore has been dangling a pair of glasses in front of his face. But no, Harry realized with a jolt, they were definitely Dumbledore's distinctive half-moon glasses.

Harry tilted his head up slowly, smiling sheepishly at the amused and astonished headmaster.

"I believe you have your own pair of eyeglasses already, my boy, so if you wouldn't mind-" the headmaster was saying, but Harry had already passed out once again, the two pairs of glasses each falling off the bed; one pair from his face, and one from his hand respectively.

Dumbledore gave a sigh. "Oh dear."

El Fin

A/N: This came to me half-way through chapter 17 of "Second Chances," by Irish Valkyrie. Minimal props go to him/her!

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