When you have to rely on someone, it makes you feel like you have no choices. You cannot be yourself; you cannot do as you wish. You must go by what you learned, and must never go astray from the rules. I stay alive because of these rules. To say the least, I am the most vulnerable witch out there, besides the ones with no real magical ability. My mum always told me I was more talented than my older brother, the one she loved more than I. But when you have a pure-blood family that only cares about perfect, who would care about little old me?

My name is Darcyn Valentine. I am daughter to ones of the wizarding world's oldest and noblest pure-blood families. I will admit, if felt nice to be loved, to be looked up to. But, how can you look up to someone if you can't see them? I had been blind for as long as I can remember, and I don't really remember most of my life. It was all a blur of etiquette and learning how to be a "poor little blind girl". Being the poor little blind girl that I was, I could no longer rely on my sight for help, obviously, so I began to rely on my sense of hearing. If they were within a twenty foot radius, I could hear them just as fine as if they were standing beside me, any further than that, it would be reduced to a whisper.

I still went to Hogwarts. I was in my seventh year. I wasn't blind until my fifth year had come about. I remember being made fun of, and tripped on my way to class, though I was supposed to have someone guiding, but they were always preoccupied. Everyone took advantage of me. I could see them, so it was easy for them to do that. Over the years, I had gotten tougher. I was no longer Darcyn, the poor little blind girl. I had become Darcyn, the blind girl that would turn you into a warty frog if you did anything to her. And trust me, in the state that I was, I was allowed to punish those as I seemed fit, if they decided to get cocky and do something stupid.

When I became a sixth year, I was the perfect Slytherin; rude, arrogant (on the outside), and pure-blood. At first, I was confused as to why I had been sorted into Slytherin, but then it dawned on me. I was persistent, angry, and pure-blood. Was that all it took? Had I really wanted Slytherin though, in order to please my parents?

When I finally got into my seventh year at Hogwarts, I think I may have been beginning to gain some respect from my peers. But that only started happening after that awful day. I had been walking back to the castle from my care of magical creatures' class. I had just walked to the edges of the Forbidden Forest when a werewolf attacked me.

The sun was going down, I could feel it. The warmth of the day was receding. I had become very good at being able to tell when it was sunset. Professor Grubbly-Plank had given us an essay to do on Hippogriffs, and I felt very confident about this particular assignment. She had always been my favorite professor.

I knew the school grounds very well, so as I trailed my fingers across the trees as I walked, I knew when I was reaching the borders of the forest. But I paused just at the edge. I could hear the crunching of leaves under heavy feet. I moved my hair from over my ears, hoping for a better hear, but as I knew whatever it was was jumping from the ground at straight at me. It was human instinct, so I turned around. I couldn't see, but that didn't stop me from turning. Something tackled me to the ground, knocking all the air from my lungs.

A searing pain slashed three ways across my face, and I screamed at the top of lungs. I didn't know if anyone could hear me. I was flailing around trying to get whatever it was off of me, and screaming and crying for somebody to help me. I could feel blood on my face. The warmth of it was a clear sign I was bleeding, also, some of it got into my mouth, and the metallic taste was not something I wanted to taste.

"Help, please help me!" I screamed as loud as I could. Claws tore at my arms and I felt my blood run down my arms.

"Darcyn?" I heard a familiar voice. It was a male, but I knew he was on the Slytherin house.

"Oh my God!" He shouts, and his footsteps get faster as he runs towards me. "Immobulus!"

Whatever was on top of me had stopped trying to kill me and rolled over onto my left side. The true pain set in and I began crying harder and screamed whenever it seemed more painful than it should. Especially when my tears hit the gashes on my face.

"Darcyn, this is going to hurt, but you need to bear with me."

I could only moan in pain. That was the response he got. He slid his arms under me and I screamed again in pain as he took up a fast run towards what I was guessing was the hospital wing.

"Madam Pomfrey!"

"Oh dear…" I felt his arms disappear from under me. What replaced them was a bed. The bed didn't help to stop the pain.

"Shh, sweetheart you will be fine in a moment. Oh dear…"

All the while, as Madam Pomfrey fixed me up, whoever had taken me to the hospital wing had held my hand the entire time. The boy gave my hand a reassuring squeeze from time to time, but I could hear his rapidly beating heart and how fast his breath was coming. This must have been worse than it felt.