AN: Obviously I don't own anything, if I did I wouldn't need to post this notice.
In the Land of the Blind
Chapter I
"The-Blind-One"
Life has never been easy on me. My parents betrayed by someone they thought was their friend, then killed by a psychopath, who also tried to kill me, but failed and left me with a scar. My Godfather framed and imprisoned for thirteen years in what is called the Hell on Earth. I being spirited away and put in my so-called relatives care. Finally getting a home in the School of Hogwarts, only to see my vision of home and safety ripped away by the same psycho that murdered my parents and somehow reappeared after eleven years of exile. Then being spit upon and feared for paralysing muggleborn students, only to battle a basilisk and saving my best friends sister.
Third year was even more a big 'fuck you' from the guy upstairs. I gain a Godfather, only to have it ripped away by the traitor that betrayed us all and doomed my parents escape, then fighting of over a hundred dementors that would love to suck my soul. Fourth year however must take the fucking price. First getting enrolled in this stupid tournament that more then once was close to killing me. My best friend abandoning me, assuming I signed up for more attention. And then this big clusterfuck that is the labyrinth, trying to be noble and let my competitor Cedric and I split the winning, only to be spirited away from the grounds of Hogwarts into the waiting grips of my enemy. Seeing Cedric die, and then watching the god damn, I don't even know what he is any more. Rise, reborn after thirteen years of exile. And now he is speaking to his loyal cult and I am waiting for my death that will soon come.
I sigh. Life has never been easy on Harry Potter, indeed. Maybe I'm just being punished for something I did in a earlier life by the almighty asshole upstairs. Or maybe I'm just unlucky and He decided to take a piss on me for the rest of my soon to be very short life.
I gaze at Lord Voldemort, or Tom, as his real name is. He is still speaking to his little cult gathering and 'crucio-ing' various members for some idiocy they did when he fell the first time. What I'm still having trouble with is realising how the fuck he survived. Is he immortal or something? Am I doomed to fight him forever? I mentally shrug, what does it matter? I'm going to die very soon anyway. I quite sure with my faith now. What can I? A fourteen year old, with a fourth years magical education do against this, this creature. Someone who has braved death itself and is supposedly the most powerful wizard in a century. I almost laugh at my fate, someone upstairs truly hates me.
I glance around at the seen before me. There's at least fifty of those Death Eaters, and they still have some gaps to fill. They are more then I thought, guess that Sirius was right about that you can't know who to trust. Voldemort said a few names of them, but it's impossible to see if it's truly is them since they all are wearing those silver masks in front of their faces. I glance at Voldemort, it looks like he is about to finish his little speak and start with my slow death. I look at his face, daring him to try anything. I allow myself to truly listen for the first time. I'm not surprised by his choice of wording.
"And now, Harry Potter. You will die." He says with a cold malicious voice. He almost smile at the promise of my death. Almost. The Death Eaters laughs at his statement. I look at him challenging.
"You are welcome to try it. Tom." I say with a grin. Stupid, I know, but hey I'm about to die. I'm allowed to have some fun before dying an agonizing death. Voldemorts face remains neutral oddly enough. I realise my mistake when he opens his mouth again.
"Crucio." He says with a slight distaste, almost like he doesn't want to waste a perfectly good torturing spell on little me. I'm almost disappointed that he holds me in so little regard. My thought doesn't go any further then that when the spell is upon me. Pain more intensive then anything else strikes at me. My nerves are burning, my body twisting against the restraints that binds me to the statue. I feel tears of pain trying to burst, but I refuse giving him that satisfaction. I tries to hold the scream of pain in, but the bastard continues with it, apparently wanting to hear me scream before he releases me. Finally unable to hold it in, I scream. Loudly and painfully. He let me scream for a few seconds before realising me from my torment. I hear the Death Eaters laugh, and I hang my head, to tired and pained to try to look at my tormentor.
"We are not done yet, Harry Potter. In fact, I think I'm going to amuse myself a little." I hear his voice, I glance at him just in time to see him flick his wand at me. I feel the restraints disappear and I'm dropped to the ground with a thump and a grunt.
"Get up, Mr. Potter." He says with his malevolent voice. I stand, shakily and looks directly at him. He sneers at me, I grin back.
"I didn't know you were into pedophilia, Tom. Maybe all that molesting in the orphanage did a number on you?" I say with a grin and mocking voice. I'm going to pay for that, I'm assure of it. His mouth twitches a little, and he flicks his wand at me again. Next thing I feel is a something akin to a sledgehammer impacting at my chest, lifting me up and throwing me against the statue. I hear a crack, and I'm sure it's not the statue. I drop against the ground again, feeling as my back is broken. I stand up again, only to spite him.
"Give him his wand." Voldemort says with the same voice. But a feral grin has appeared on him. Wormtail throws me my wand, I catches it and is a little heartened by the familiar warmth coursing through my hand. I look at my tormentor.
"Now. Mr. Potter, we are going do duel. Bow." He says with that feral grin on his face. I refuse to budge. Voldemort gets a look of disappointment.
"Now, now. Mr. Potter, That's not polite. It's custom to bow before duel. Bow." He says again and flicks his wand. I feel a pressure on my back, forcing me to bow before him. The Death Eaters laughs again and Voldemort bows back. Voldemort opens his mouth to say something, but I wont give him that chance.
"Expelliarmus!" I shout and the disarming spell rushes out against Voldemort. He lazily parry it, I don't stay to see anything else then that, I dash past the statue, and in between the graves.
"He is mine!" I hear Voldemort shout to his followers. "Now, Mr. Potter. That was cheating, but I'm willing to let bygones, be bygones. Now come forward and die." He is right, I summarise, what's the point of dying as a coward? If I'm going to die today, I'm going to do it with a bang. I stand up and shouts.
"Here I am, asshole!" Voldemort turns to me with a grin.
"Avada Kedavra" Is all he says. I see the green death come zooming towards me, following my instinct I shout.
"Expelliarmus!" But instead of the blue disarming spell, a golden light comes out of my wand. Voldemorts 'avada kedavra' disappears and is instead replaced with the same golden light coming from his wand. Both strands of light clashes and a small ball of light is formed in the middle. The ball is immediately starting to make its way towards me. I focuses everything on that ball. It starts to move slower and slower. I continue to focus, concentrating everything until its only the ball of light in my vision and mind. The ball finally stops moving, only a few inches from my wandtip. It starts to move back, I continue focusing, it moves back even faster. I start to meet resistance when the ball reaches the middle. I realise that it's Voldemort trying to make to ball to stop. I continue focusing everything on the ball, and it moves slowly towards Voldemorts wand. I'm shaking, the wand vibrating, My vision is starting to blacken out. I can't hear anything. I gambles everything on a last push. I push with everything I got against the resistance and I feel the ball of light touching Voldemorts wandtip. The ground trembles and a golden shield is erected around us both. The golden beam binding both our wands starts pulsating and Voldemorts wandtip explodes. My vision is getting back to normal, and so is my hearing. I almost drops the wand when I see a shade coming out of Voldemorts wand. The shade moves towards me, but before I have a chance to react I see that the shade is resembling Cedric Diggory. Now, I was close to drop the wand. I look at Cedric, who looks oddly serene.
"Cedric?" I croak out. The shade smiles at me.
"More or less. Apparently I'm dead, but I'll let the others explain." He says with a carefree shrug.
"Others?" I say with a questioning voice. The shade of Cedric simply points towards Voldemorts wand. Another shade comes out and rushes towards me. It stops next to Cedric and takes shape of an old man.
"So he was a wizard after all, huh? Get him one from me boy!" The shade simply says and the shade pats my shoulder. I look back towards the wand, with yet another shade coming out. The shade rushes towards me and takes shape of a red-headed woman. Is that mum?
"Mum?" I ask, this time putting my other hand on the wand to keep it steady. The apparition smiles at me.
"Yes, Harry. Keep holding on, Your father will also want to meet you." She says with a tear eyed smile. I see another shape coming out towards me. It takes form of someone looking oddly familiar to me. Hell it looks like me, only older.
"Dad!" I yell out. The shade of dad smile broadly at me and nod vigorously.
"Harry! My son." He says and I see that tears are forming in his eyes. I blink away my own tears.
"Harry, You must listen to us. It's very important." My mum starts, looking intensively at me, I nod.
"You must break this connection and get out of here. We will hold him of long enough." She says with a voice of urgency. I look bewildered at her. I open my mouth to say something but is cut of by the shade of my father.
"Do as she says. You need to get out of here." He says with an almost pleading voice. I look at the old man and Cedric. The old man only nods.
"You'd better do as your parents say, Harry. But please take my body with you. I think my father and mother would be very happy if you did." He says, looking solemn.
"We'll hold him off." The old man says with a look of confidence.
"How?" I ask, I already feel exhaustion taking over. My father answers me.
"Voldemort fears death, and as such fears us. People that he has killed. After you break the connection, we can still remain for a moment. That should buy you enough time to get out of here."
"Please, Harry. Hurry!" My mother says, looking desperate. I nod and prepares to let go of the connection.
"We both love you, Harry. Remember that." My father says, I nod again and forces my wand to the side. The connection breaks and the shields explodes, creating a shockwave pushing down the Death Eaters around us. I see the shades moving towards Voldemort, his face contorting in something that can actually be described as fear.
I don't stay longer then that, instead dashing towards Cedrics corpse and the cup. I'm almost there when I hear Voldemorts angry voice.
"GET HIM!" I hear him scream to his servants. A split second later, the air around me is lit up by spells sent from the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. I grab Cedrics body and points my wand at the cup.
"Accio Cup!" I scream and see the cup sailing through the fair towards me. The moment I grab the cup a number of things happens. First, I feel a spell hit me. Second, I feel my vision blacken out. Thirdly, I feel the portkey activating taking both me and Cedric to safety. My vision still dark, I hear Voldemorts angry scream as I leave the graveyard.
The next thing I feel is the feeling of landing hard on the ground. I hear several people scream murder. But what's worrying me is that my vision is still dark. It's probably the aftermath of the spell, I tries to calm myself. I hear a number of people asking me questions, I try to stand up but fails and lands on the ground again.
"He's back!" I scream. I hear several people shout questions.
"Who is back, Harry?" I hear the kind voice of Dumbledore ask me.
"Voldemort! Voldemort has returned." I yell out and the pandemonium starts. The noise is getting even louder, until I feel someone pick me up and carry me away from the chaos. I don't recognise the person carrying me until we reaches Hogwarts and I hear the thumps from him walking through the stone halls. Moody.
"Thanks, Professor Moody." I say to him. He grunts.
"No problem, Potter. I'd figured that you wanted to get out of there." He says with his gruff voice.
"Yeah, thanks again." I say with a sincere voice.
"Save your strength, Potter." He says and I agree. It's time for questions later.
He continues for a while, my vision is still gone, but the thumps of his wooden leg is soothing. I hear a door open, and I feel myself getting dumped into a chair. I lean back into the chair.
"Here, drink this. It'll help." He says, I turn towards him and he puts a glass towards my lips, I start to drink and he helps me with emptying it. He takes away the glass and I hear him put it down. I hear him walking and sitting down.
"So. What the hell happened?" Moody asks me. I turn towards the voice.
"Voldemort. Voldemort has returned. And he killed Cedric!" I say with a desperate voice.
"Calm down, Potter!" He barks, and I sit back down in the chair taking a deep breath. He continues with a little softer tone, which is not much different from what Moody gruff voice usually is. "Are you sure, Potter? Are you absolutely sure, that Lord Voldemort has returned?"
"Yes." I say with a confident voice, daring him to disbelieve me.
"And that he killed Cedric?" He press on.
"Yes." I say with the same confidence.
"Tell me everything about it." Moody simply grunts out. I sigh and start telling him everything.
"... And then I returned here with Cedric and the cup." I finish with a sigh. Feeling even more tired then before, reliving that was not pleasant.
"So he has forgiven the Death Eaters? Even those that betrayed him?" Moody suddenly asks. I look towards the sound of the voice. Something was very off about that question.
"What?" I ask him, guarded.
"I asked you" Moody said with a low voice. "If he forgave the cowardly bastards that didn't even bother to look for him. The traitorous cowards that wouldn't even go to Azkaban for his sake. Those disbelieving useless bags of shit, that jumped around brave with masks and robes at the Quidditch World Championships, but ran when they caught sight of the Dark Mark that I sent up in the sky.
"That you sent up? What are you talking about?" Now I'm getting worried about this. I feel him prod something against my chest and I realise that its his wand. I'm also getting worried of my vision, or the lack of it. I can't really decide what's worse, an insane madman or the lack of vision.
"I told you, Harry. There is nothing I hate as much as Death Eaters that succeeded in walking free. They turned their back on their master when he needed them the most. I expected him to torture them, to punish them for their lack of commitment. Please tell me, Harry. Please tell me, that he punished them greatly for their failure. Please tell me, that he told them that me, and only me remained faithful, ready to risk everything to give him what he wanted the most... You!"
"You did it? You did it all? You put my name in the Goblet of Fire?" I say with a shocked voice, I am truly fucked now. Maybe I can get my own wand, but I dare not risk it. Both blind and with a psychotic murderer.
"Yes! I did it! I put your name in the Goblet! I scared away every person that could harm you or hinder you from winning the tournament. I fooled Hagrid into showing you the dragons in advance. I found away to win against the dragons. Me and no one else! It has not been easy, Harry, To guide you through the tasks without raising suspicion. I was forced to use all my cunning to make sure I wasn't exposed. Dumbledore would had been to suspicious if you had succeeded to easy with the tasks. If you could get into the labyrinth, preferably with a head start, I knew that the victory was at hand. But I was also forced to fight against your stupidity. You failed figuring out the egg, so I had to make sure Cedric helped you." I say nothing about it. What am I really supposed to say? I sit quite letting him continue his rant, hoping that I could stall him long enough for help to arrive.
"I didn't expect you to be so stubborn though. I placed that book with the boy Longbottom. I expected you to ask every person you knew about advise. But no, you didn't. You continued with your stubbornness and independence and refused to ask for aid. Luckily I got hold of that elf, Dobby who was more then pleased to help you with the task." He was right again. I was to stubborn for my own good. But in hindsight, that would had been good would it not? No matter. I sit here, blind and hoping for rescue that may never come and I am truly fucked. Moody continues
"I feared that you had drowned in the lake, Potter. But luckily Dumbledore mistook your idiocy for being noble and awarded you with high points. The fool Karkaroff almost ruined it with his idiotic comments, but he will get what is coming for him. The Dark Lord will hunt him down. Anyhow when you got into the labyrinth, I could breath out. I made it easier for you. I patrolled the exterior and with my eye I could make sure that many of the obstacles would disappear and make way for you. I stunned Fleur Delacour and Imperioed Krum, so he could finish of Diggory and make way for you to the Cup." I look towards where I assumed Moody was sitting, I couldn't believe my own ears. Moody, Dumbledores friend, the famous Auror, the man that had made sure that so many Death Eaters was in Azkaban. It was simply impossible, Unless. Maybe Moody isn't Moody? I remember the map pointing out Crouch here.
"You're not Moody." I say with a confident voice. The impostor laughs at me.
"I see now that the curse really took out your eyes, Potter." He starts in between his mad chuckles. "The Polyjuice stopped working a few minutes ago. No, I'm not Moody. I am Barty Crouch Jr." I draw in a breath at that statement. That is even more impossible since he died in Azkaban.
"I see that my reputation precedes me, Potter. Not that it matters now. The Dark Lord failed to kill you, Potter. Even though it was his highest wish. Imagine how richly he would reward me when he discovers that it was I who killed you. I brought you to him and then I killed you for him. I will be his closest, his dearest, closer then a son to him." Moody said with a whisper. There is only one thought rushing through my mind right now; I'm Fucked. I silently moves my hand towards my wand which is in my robes inner pocket. I tries to distract him.
"You are fucking insane!" I yell, perhaps hoping that someone would hear me. "You are totally and utterly insane Crouch! You and your precious Dark Lord will never win!"
"We will see about that. The Dark Lord has returned and with me at his side, no one will stand against us. He is back, Harry Potter, you didn't defeat him. But now I will defeat you!" With that I abandons all thoughts of subtlety and moves my hand towards my wand and at the same time kicking out with my legs. I am rewarded by Crouch grunt. I am about to fire of a spell blindly in his direction. But a loud explosions comes from the right of me and I assume it was the door that exploded. Next thing I hear is a voice yelling out.
"Stupefy!" Someone says in a powerful voice. I'm still lying on the floor catching my breath at the last moments rescue. I feel a hand on me.
"Mr. Potter. Harry, are you al right?" I recognize the voice as the one belonging to Professor McGonagall. I turn towards to sound of the voice. I open my mouth to reply, when the voice of Professor Dumbledore interrupts me.
"Minerva, please take Mr. Potter to the hospital wing. Then bring Minister Fudge back here. Severus, please bring a vial of Veritaserum."
He says in a normal voice, leaving no room for argument. I hear Snape say something in reply. And I feel McGonagall lifting me up. We walk out of the room and out into what I assume is the corridor since I am completely lost without my eyesight.
"It will be easier for me to levitate you, Harry. Just relax." I hear McGonagall say in a voice of concern. I nod and the next thing I feel is the feeling of floating. I assume that the spell has taken effect. McGonagall walks in silence and I float with her. The events of the night is starting to catch up with me and I'm dead tired. I hear the sound of doors opening and I feel myself be laid to rest in a comfortable bed.
"Take care of him, Poppy." I hear McGonagall say to Madame Pomfrey with concern laced in her voice.
"Of course, Minerva." With that I hear McGonagall walking out of the Hospital wing and the doors close. I feel something press against my lips.
"Drink this, Mr. Potter. It is a dreamless sleep potion." Madame Pomfrey says, and I just swallow the potion, ignoring the disgusting taste. It takes only a few seconds and then I feel sleep claims me.
I wake up, after what feels like several hours, later. I start to look around, only to realise that I can't see anything. My breathing speeds up and I'm starting to panic, until I realises that I'm still in the Hospital Wing and Madame Pomfrey will fix up my vision soon. I lie back down onto to pillow.
"He's awake." I hear a voice, I recognises it a s Ron's. A moment later I'm engulfed in a hug from someone. I feel the bushy hair and realises it's Hermione. I pat her back, comfortingly. She reluctantly releases me.
"Sorry." She sobs out. I smile at her direction.
"No worry." I say, my voice feeling hoarse. "What's going on?" I ask no one in particular.
"You tell me," I hear Ron start. "You came back scream that You-Know-Who is back and then you disappears, only to end up back here." He says with concern. I cough, several times. Someone puts a glass at my lips.
"It's water." I hear Hermione say, I start to drink. The cold liquid is cooling my throat that previously felt like it was on fire.
"Is it only you two here?" I ask them
"For now, the rest is at Dumbledores office with Dumbledore and Fudge. Madame Pomfrey is also there. They left us here to keep you company in case you woke up." Hermione says, apparently pulling it from her mind. Ron interrupts at that point.
"What us with your eyes? They're all black." Ron says. Trust Ron to bring up sensitive information in a blunt way. I smile when I hear Hermione.
"Ron!" She snaps at him. I laugh silently at the antics of them.
"What? They are!" He responds, and I hear Hermione taking a sharp breath as to start an argument. I decide to intervene at that point. As amusing it would be, I prefer them to hold of any argument for at least until my eyesight is restored.
"I don't know, I was hit by something and it went all black." I say to them. Any further then that we don't get since the door to the Hospital Wing is slammed open. I hear several voices arguing loudly about something. Next thing I feel is someone grabbing my shoulders and shaking me violently.
"Are you sure about what you saw, Potter?" I hear a voice asking me. I open my mouth to answer but Dumbledore cuts him of.
"You are hurting him, Cornelius." Dumbledore says in a calm voice, that manages to contain a hidden threat in it. Fudge gets the hint and let go of me. Dumbledore continues. "Please answer the Minister, Mr. Potter."
"Yes. Lord Voldemort has returned." I hear several gasps at that. I ignore them. I feel someone licking my hands, I assume it's Sirius in his animagus form, I pet him.
"Impossible." I hear Fudge say, "How can you believe it Dumbledore? I mean, its obviously something wrong with his eyes." He says in a disbelieving voice. While Ron's bluntness is acceptable since he is my friend, a complete stranger, no matter that he is the Minister, bluntness is not appreciated by me.
"My vision was affected after I witnessed Lord Voldemorts resurrection. Minister." I say, putting as much contempt as possible in the statement. "And I believe you have Crouch Jr, that can confirm it." Before Fudge has a chance to respond Dumbledores voice cuts in.
"As Mr. Potter. Just said, Mr. Crouch Jr. has indeed confirmed Lord Voldemorts return. In both my and yours presence. He has also confirmed it in the Presence of the Head of DMLE, Amelia Bones and an authorised Interrogator." A long silence is followed by that.
"But it's impossible." Fudge finally manages to say.
"The impossible has just happened, Minister. Deal with it." I crudely remark. Dumbledore politely intervenes before Fudge manages to respond to me.
"As Mr. Potter so bluntly put it, Sadly, the impossible has just happened. Lord Voldemort is back, and we are at war, once again." He says with a wise voice. "Now, Minister Fudge. You now have two choices. One, is to ignore this and let Voldemort destroy everything that we have worked so hard to achieve and be forever remembered as the Minister who failed our world. The second is to deal with it, swift and effectively. I urge you Minister, call the Wizengamot in session and declare that we are in a state of war and you shall be remember as the greatest Minister ever." Another long silence is followed by that. I hear Fudge take a deep sigh.
"Very well. I will call the Wizengamot in session, And I will bar everyone with Dark Marks from entry. But I will need you Dumbledore, I will need your support in this." He says with an authoritative voice, and I assume he is pointing at Dumbledore. "And you too Mr. Potter. I will need all the Wizengamot Lords I can get for this." I open my mouth to question what he was talking about, when Dumbledore interrupts me.
"We will both be there." He says with a assuring voice.
"Good, I will call Amelia to make the necessary preparations. The Wizengamot will be held in an hour. And here is your winnings Mr. Potter." Fudge says in a rushed voice and feel him set something heavy in my bed. Then I hear him walk of and doors closing. I hear Dumbledore take a deep sigh.
"That went better then expected." He starts with a slightly relieved tone. "Severus, You know what to do." I hear another set of footsteps and doors opening. I assume Snape actually did know what to do for once. Dumbledore continues. "Sirius, I'm sorry to cut your time with your godson short, but for now you must gather the old crowd." Sirius barks reluctantly and leaves my side. "And the rest of you, I'm sorry but I must speak with Harry alone." I hear several muttering but eventually the room is all quiet and I hear the door close. I lie down, waiting for Dumbledore to start.
"First of all," He starts, surprising me with the suddenness. "I would like to say how extremely proud I am of you, Harry. You triumphed against all odds and returned from the maws of hell." I feel myself blush at the praise. "However, I must move on to urgent matters. I need to know what happened. After that we will deal with all your questions, since I assume that you have many." I sigh and nod, preparing to relive my ordeals. I start my story.
After telling Dumbledore everything, I feel his hand on my shoulder.
"There was nothing that you could have done to save Cedric." He says reassuring. I say nothing. "You were incredibly brave in the face of death and you not only managed to hold Voldemort of, you also survived to tell the tale of his return. Now for your questions." He says, leaving it to me to ask him what. I start out with the most urgent one, my eyesight.
"Sir, what about my eyes? Can Madame Pomfrey fix them?" I hear Dumbledore sigh a very sad sigh. Not good. I mentally prepare myself for what is about to come.
"I'm sorry, Harry. But whatever curse that affects them is unknown, and until we can figure out that, we can't do anything about your eyes. " He says with a sad voice, I nod solemnly at it, somehow I almost expected it to be something like that.
"What did Fudge mean by that he needed all the Wizengamot Lords?"
"I hoped that it was possible for you to wait until your 17th birthday until this, but unsurprisingly this current crisis nullifies that. A Wizengamot Lord, is one that holds a place in the higher tiers of the Wizengamot. The old families, such as Longbottom, Greengrass, Malfoy and in the last century Potter holds such titles. Some claims the title Lord by blood, if that family has been around for at least several hundreds of years, or they are pureblood. Others have been granted the title of Lord because of a great service to the Magical Community, such as your family. The title of Lord itself, is just that, a title. But it gives you the ability to vote in the Wizengamot sessions." Dumbledore says. I about to ask him why he hasn't told me about that before, but he intercepts me.
"The reason I haven't told you about this before, is simply because I didn't think it was necessary, You wouldn't be granted the seat until the age of seventeen. I do ask of forgiveness if you see it in a different light." I nod at that, we have more important matters to attend to.
"Why? Why did Voldemort choose me?" I ask him in a desperate voice. I hear him sigh once again.
"I will tell you everything about it. Not now, but I promise I will. As fast as possible. But we are running short of time. I will send for your dress robes and then I will accompany you to the Wizengamot, I will tell you all you need to know about it on the way there." Dumbledore say with a kind voice. I simply nod at it, and I hear Dumbledore rise and walk away, he walked out of the infirmary and I heard the doors close, with a sigh I lean back into my bed, wondering why my life must suck so bad right now. Both blind and now with an unknown burden on my shoulders, the guy upstairs must hate me. I hear a pop and jump up, my wand zooms to my hand from its unknown location and I point it where I assume the sound came from. I almost dropped the wand in shock. I have never done something like that before, however I grip the wand even firmer and continues to point toward the sound. I take a deep breath
"Who is it?" I ask with a weary voice, ready to yell out a random curse. It appears that it was unnecessary.
"Master Harry Potter sir!" a little squeaky voice yells out. I immediately recognises it as Dobby. I smile and drop my arm along with my wand down my side. I hear Dobby move closer towards me.
"I bring clothes to Master Harry Potter sir. Master Harry Potter sir, finest clothes on the Great Dumbledore sirs request." he says with an excited voice and I feel him set the clothes on my bed. I smile towards the little elf.
"Thanks Dobby, I appreciate it. However you can just call me Harry, you know that?" I say still smiling towards the little helper. I hear him gasp and I assume he sends me a shocked look.
"Master Harry Potter sir wants me to call him 'Harry'? Such an honor, can I call you Harry?" he says to me with a shocked voice, and I can almost imagine that tears are forming on his eyes. I roll my eyes, only to realise that I don't have any and after a brief moment of regret I nod at Dobby.
"Yes Dobby, you can call me Harry." I say with patience. I'm surprised when the little thing jumps up and hugs me, yelling his praises for me. After a moment he calms down and lets go. I interrupts whatever he is supposed to say.
"Dobby, thanks for bringing me the clothes. However I must get dressed if I'm supposed to come with Dumbledore."
"I leave you then, I must not delay Master Harry so Master Harry delays Dumbledore. Goodbye Master Harry." he says in a rush
"Goodbye, Dobby." I say and waves towards the sound of his voice. I hear a pop signalising that the elf is gone and I need to get dressed really fast. I carefully lift my leg from the bed and sits up on the side of it. My left hand searches for the fabric of my dress robe. I stand up from the bed slowly as if standing up for the first time. I continue to search for the dress robes and I find it. Gently grabbing it I lift it up and is momentarily stunned. I'm blind I remember. You never know how much you need your eyes to do something. I shrug, nothing I can do about right now. I search for the openings in the robe and upon finding it, grabs it and pulls it over me. Sticking my arms and head out I move a little in the robe, and since it seams to be normal I assume I did it right. Right in time to, since I hear the doors to the Infirmary opening and I assume Dumbledore enters.
"Ah, I see you are dressed and ready. However I must ask you to forgive for forgetting your, ah, Condition. But I see that you did quite al right, however its a little error." I turn towards the sound of his voice and starts to pat my robes with my hands trying to feel what he means. I look up to him, and assume that my confusion was showing since I hear him move towards me.
"Allow me. Please stick your arms in." I do as he says and feels him tug at the fabric and the moving of said robe.
"All done. Your robe was backward." he says with happy voice. I stick my arms out and nods at it. I look at him.
"Are you ready?" I hear him say, I nod
"We will be travelling with a portkey, I assume you know what that is?" I nod again and stick my arm out towards him. I feel him putting something metallic in my hand and I grip it.
"On three then. One. Two." He starts counting and I follow him mentally
"Three." I say, and with that I feel how my feet are swept from the floor and how I'm lift up. I feel myself spinning and after a moment I land and stumbles. I feel Dumbledore grab me and hold me upright, I nod my thanks to him. Dumbledore takes the metallic portkey from my hand and says
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic."