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Ron Weasley couldn't see.
At all.
After the Last Battle, Lucius Malfoy cursed him with a blindness curse that they couldn't remove. Lucius Malfoy originated the curse so no cure could be found.
Now, twenty-nine and married to the woman of more than his dreams, he was about to celebrate his one year anniversary. He walked down into the kitchen, tripping over a misplaced laundry basket; things like that happened all the time. But this time, Ron had had it.
"Goddamn it, I just can't take this anymore!" Hermione came from out of the pantry with a sack of flour in her hands.
"Ron? What's wrong?" Ron walked over to the sound of her voice, and placed his chin on her head.
"I hate this; I can barely remember what my socks look like. I want to be able to see you. You realize I haven't been able to see your gorgeous face for over ten years. I wish I could be able to see what our children would look like. I will never be able to see my daughter or son graduate from Hogwarts; never see my grand children."
"I'm sorry Ron. I guess it's time for me to give you my anniversary present. Follow me."
Ron grumbled as they wandered down the grand hall into the dining room, "I can't even do that without help."
"Ron touch the table. Go on, Touch it."
Ron realized it was Braille; Braille of Hermione's face every perfect part of her face in Braille. It felt like he could see it again. He pulled Hermione closed and kissed her forehead.
"Remember Ron love is blind."