Chapter One
Nobody Likes You
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why can't I think straight?
God, somebody get me out of here!
But, where am I?
I open my mouth to speak, nothing comes out. I'm dead. I know I am. I have to be. Am I? I want, no, I need someone with me right now. Hermione. Ron. Anyone. Please.
I can feel tears running down my cheeks. I hastily wipe them away and move my hands around on the ground. It's tile. I try to open my eyes… I can't open them all the way but I can squint enough to see light. Light, sweet light.
A cold hand presses up against my forehead. "Young man?" asks the cold voice of an old man.
In response I cough.
"He's not dead?" I hear a girl's voice in the background. She sounds upset, as if she had been crying.
"No Cara, Harry, are you all right?" he asks again.
"I think," I whisper softly.
"Come on old boy. Up we go," the old man pulls me up and onto a very soft couch.
"Where am I?" I say opening my eyes and shutting them instantly.
"Never you mind. How are you feeling? Drowsy? You've been blind for twenty minutes."
"That's it? It seemed like forever." my voice slowly dies out at the word forever. I hear the girl let out another muffled cry.
"I apologize for my granddaughters actions. She didn't know that she is not allowed to touch people. I'm sure that it was just an accident," he takes my hand in his with a serious look on his face. "I'm sure you understand that."
"No, I don't. What's wrong with her touching me? Was she the one that caused me to not be able to see anything?" I ask my voice cracking. I look over at the girl, Cara, with wonder. She has gloves on… silky red gloves.
"Harry, my boy, she's a depriver. This means that she cannot touch anyone for if she does she will blind him or her for as long as twenty minutes. And she unfortunately touched you. But, Harry, please, have pity on her, she did not know that she was a depriver when she brushed you on the street."
"Oh I'm not mad. Not at all. I understand completely. No harm done. I'm fine now." I say smiling at Cara. She blushes and rubs her hands up and down her arms nervously. "May I ask where I am?"
"You're still in Hogsmeade. We're going to take you back as soon as you feel like walking. I have to run some errands. Cara, I want you to watch him. Get him anything he needs. I'll be back in an hour." He walks out of the room slamming the door behind him.
"I'm sorry," she whispers and kneels down next to me. "I would never have done it on purpose."
"Really, it's fine. You just found out?"
"Well, yes, see I've always known that when I touch people bad things happen to them. But, I've never affected anyone like this before. I hadn't known until now that… that I had blinded my mother when I was younger and they took her away. They said that I was a danger to her. Whenever I used to ask about my mother they would say that she died in a car crash."
"Like mine."
"Yes, Harry."
"How do you know my name?"
"I know everything about everyone at Hogwarts. But, nobody knows me. Nobody likes me. It's just the way it is. And I wouldn't change it for the world." Cara smiles lightly going over to a chest of drawers and getting out a black pair of gloves. She takes off her red ones slowly. I look at her hands; they're pale, so pale. "Yes. My hands are white. You don't have to gawk at me like that."
I turn away blushing. "Sorry."
"It's alright. You get used to it after awhile."
"Nobody likes you." I whisper to myself as I brush my hair back off from my forehead.
"As simple as that." She replies pulling on the glove onto her left hand.
I would, I think bitterly and bite my lip.
A/N: Okay. Well, like I've heard before from other writers, when I was writing it it sounded really good. But then, when I read it over, it sounded like crap. Tell me what you think. kthxbye