AN: So, I was talking to my blind friend about FanFiction, and she suggested a bunch of Harry Potter crossovers, with Harry's sister being blind. So, we started to write plans, and this is the first of the Blind Series. There will be at least two others, depending how this one starts off. Anything that is used here is either used by my friend, going to be used, or suggested items my friend or the Guide Dogs Australia/Vision Australia (from research). Some things have been researched.

Disclaimer: I only own the OC/s, Harry Potter belongs to J.K.R, and Twilight to SM. All rights belong to them.

The four who are moving (not telling you that would ruin the surprise!) are all 18.

At the start of the next chapter, I will state what the previous chapter name was.

And thanks to my amazing beta and best friend….Labyrinth Fan 23! And my blind friend for helping me with this idea…Jessica! (I have permission to use her real name, don't worry.)


Semper Cæci

AlexisHuang101

Chapter One: An Effugere


Six months in from killing Voldemort and the Wizarding World are still pestering Harry and myself. We now live in Grimmauld Place with Draco and Hermione, who are our only friends. Yes, Draco Malfoy. The two of us became friends when his father was taken to Azkaban.

Six months in from killing Voldemort, and we are still receiving Howlers from Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Ginny, and words of encouragement from the rest of the Weasley Family. Ginny was spiking Harry's food with love potion, something I could smell. Because of her, Harry and I almost lost our sibling bond. Ron, oh Ron, was just a git trying to get into my and Mione's pants.

Six months in from killing Voldemort and we are getting away, finding another route, an escape. The four of us, well, five if you count Succo, my dog, are moving to America, where no British Wizards can harm us.

My name is Aiyana 'Anna' Chiyo Potter. I look like my mother, but I have my father's shade of hair. When Voldemort tried to kill Harry and I, Harry got his scar, as did I, on my upper arm, a bold of lightening. But unlike Harry, I lost something that night. My sight. Because I was very young, I adapted quickly. However, the Dursleys weren't very forgiving. So, I learnt to 'see' with my hands, nose, feet and ears. Sometimes, even my mouth. But, when I turned eight, I started to 'see' with my eyes. Well, kind of. If I concentrated hard enough, I could 'see' what only could be explained as people's auras. I learnt colours from this. The colours would make up an outline, which helped me figure out what kind of person they were. I used it when we were in public so I wouldn't bump into people, but it wore me out, so I couldn't do it for longer than an hour before I needed to sit, an hour and a half before I would faint.

Six months in from killing Voldemort, Harry, Dray, Mione, my guide dog Succo and myself are moving on with our lives, to a place where nothing 'mythological' can harm us. To a small, tiny town named Forks in Washington, U.S.A. What's the possibility of us being harmed there? Pretty small…right?