Harry was sitting in his usual compartment on his way back to school, sitting with the usual people, and his usual bags of luggage, but his mind couldn't be further away from there. He was imagining that fateful day back on privet Drive, when Voldemort had arrived and brutally murdered his Uncle, Aunt and Cousin. He was hearing their screams of pain, their sorrow when they were killed on by one, and the glow from all of their eyes as they died after being hit by the fateful curse. He had never liked his Aunt and Uncle, until recently, when they had started treating him kindly after they realized how much pain he was dealing with. He would forever hear their screams in his head, the dying glow of their eyes, the way Dudley had crumpled to the ground and how Aunt Petunia had flown across the room. And as he thought of this, a girl entered the room asked if she could sit with them, he heard her voice as if she was shouting over the rumbling of a passing train.
I had just entered the compartment, where I heard a couple of seventh years and a sixth year. Only one thing, I only heard them, didn't see them, because sadly, I am blinded. I was blinded by Lord Voldemorts followers when I was only 4, they had killed my parents and spared me, but one had shout a curse at me that had taken her vision.
"Is it ok if I sit in here?" I asked them. A young girl spoke up.
"It's fine, Ron go help her with her bags, would you, be a gentleman." The girl sounded annoyed with the boy she spoke with.
"Can some one help me to seat, I can't tell which one is unoccupied?" I asked them kindly, at first they thought I was just being a slytherin (lol) but then I took off the sunglasses I had been wearing and showed them my sightless eyes. One of the girls sprang up from her seat, I heard her as she cam towards me. "Hey, I'm Hermione, the girl you heard before was Ginny." The girl named Hermione told me, and she led me to an empty seat. I could hear someone breathing next to me, so I asked who it was. "Oh, this is Harry Potter." The girl called Ginny said.
I watched as Hermione led the girl over to me, and I couldn't help but stare at her eyes. I felt bad for her, not being able to see some of the wonders of life, and was surprised when she asked who was sitting next to her.
"How do you know I was sitting here?" I asked her.
"I heard you breathing, just because I'm blind doesn't mean I can't see, just in other senses, I see with my ears and fingers rather then my eyes." She explained to me. I was amazed, I had never thought of anyone seeing with their ears and sense of touch. Ron approached her and held out his hand.
"I'm Ron, and by the way, who are you?" He asked her, and she must have heard moving towards her and holding out his hand, because she took his hand and shook.
"I'm Cailin, but just call me Cail." She said, and looked Ron in the eyes as if she could see his sympathetic look in some other sense. "Please don't think I'm poor and helpless, cause I'm not, I came here for friends, not sympathy." She said, a little to fiercely and she turned to her back to Ron and gazed sadly out the window.
"What's the matter, did I do something?" Ron asked her, while putting a hand on her shoulder, Hermione came up and put her hand on Cail's other shoulder and Ginny came up behind them.
"Well, not to be crying my heart out to you guys when I just met you, but you see, I haven't always been blind." She explained, and began her sad and frightful story.
I was trembling as I spoke, but somewhere inside I found the strength to tell them my story.
" Me and my parents had been out celebrating my 4th birthday, and we had discovered my first sign that I was a witch. We drove home talking about normal things, at least I think, I can't remember I was very tired and not really paying attention. My mom fell asleep on the way home, as did I, and we woke up to hear my dad veering off to the side of the rode. I had undone my seat belt and looked out the window, and saw a bunch of these men in masks, in there pointed hoods and black robes, all gathered around our house, and I saw them walk out towards our car, I hid under the seat, and they did what their specialty was." I tried to continue, but all I could see was my parents frightened faces and those horrid death eaters. I remembered my fright I had felt. Watching my mom and dad being dragged out of the car and feeling the death eaters grab me and pull me out of the car. "They dragged me and my parent s out of the car and led us to the rest of those horrid people, and I was forced to watch as they killed my parents, and I was lucky to be spared since they wanted just to punish me, although why I don't know, so they hit me in the temple with one of their curses and as I fell, my vision was slipping away, and the last image I ever saw was my parents dead faces and..." I couldn't continue, by now I was hysterical, I couldn't find the strength to continue, I felt someone reach their hand up and wipe the tears out of my eyes.
"I wish I could have made things different for you, the death eaters will pay for this, I swear. Not only have they killed yours and my own parents, and countless other people, but they blinded you, and I swear I will help you avenge their deaths." A new voice said, I recognized it as a voice that had gone through much suffering, heard all his pain In his voice and could hear that he spoke truthfully. I reached my hand to him and he grabbed it and pulled me into a hug, and I sat their crying on his shoulder, not even knowing his name but knowing we shared the same pain and will to avenge the death of the people who the death eaters had killed.