A small newborn was being held by a tearful mother. She smiled serenely at her child, but it held a hint of trepidation. She didn't know what to do with her son being blind, but she didn't want to linger on morose thoughts and instead focused on her child. She was surprised to note that her child did not cry but stared at her. It was frighteningly eerie looking into the same eyes she had. But seeing them so blank. Almost like there was no life behind those eyes. "Harry James Potter. This will be your name from now on." She kissed the babe on his forehead before handing him over to her husband. She watched the two before passing out from exhaustion.

A young man sat on the window sill peering outside the open window. His face was cast in shadow, and the rest of his body illuminated by the moonlight. There were rumors that the boy was a ghost. If you saw him, something evil would befall upon you. He stared outside his window every night from the old abandoned house he resided in. It was up on a hill overlooking the small village below.

Inside the house, the young boy turned away from the outside gazing into the dark. "What do you come here for?" he asked in a soft voice.

A shadow shifted before walking closer to the moonlight. "I have come for you as I promised." The shadow revealed was a man that looked to be in his early twenties. He wore a green sweater and khakis. He stood with poise that didn't fit what he was wearing. His hair was a dull chestnut color and was parted neatly to the left. His eyes a pale blue.

"Who are you?"

"I am no one of concern. I have promised to come for you, to take you away from the public for as long as I can keep you secret before you have to go to school." The man walked closer to the young boy. He noticed the young boy was wearing a thin robe that didn't quite fit him. It was a couple inches too short. Emerald eyes were lifeless as they stared unblinking at the man.

"What do I call you then?" The man sighed.

"You may call me Alec then. Now come with me Harry." Harry stood from his spot on the window sill. He held a hand out for Alec, and Alec led him away.

"Harry your Hogwarts letter has arrived!" Alec shouted from downstairs.

"Oh do be quiet. I can hear you just fine." Harry descended the stairs walking down with familiarity.

"Hmm... Only years has passed, and it just only feels like yesterday was the say I walked hand in hand with you away from the abandoned house. Now you have grown up and are going to be attending Hogwarts. Oh how fast the young grow."

"Alec stop pretending to be a doting parent. It's very unbecoming of you." Alec chuckled.

"Then you should stop trying to be an adult. You're only barely eleven, yet here we are with you acting beyond your years. Just where is your youth?" Harry slammed his fist on the kitchen table.

"You promised not to pry Alec," Harry's voice held some malice. "You know just as well as I do. You even promised to take me away. You should have known by now."

Alec was cowed by Harry's aura licking out in it's fury. "Of course I know. I was just playing Harry." the weight on Alec lifted just barely. Alec let out the breath he was holding and handed Harry his letter.

Harry stood at the platform, feeling the numerous stares on him. He walked with Alec to the train. "I'm afraid I cannot go any further than this. Will you be okay on your own?"

"Of course I will. I have been living with you for four years, and I have had been training before I have met you. I'm sure I'm capable of handling myself."

"Make sure you owl me every now and then."

"Don't dote on me you fool. I will be fine." Harry awkwardly hugged Alec, who had become something of a father figure to Harry, much to his dislike. Harry would never admit it, but he really did care for Alec, contrary to how he acts. Harry took hold of his shrunken trunk and stuck it in his pocket. Wandless nonverbal magic was useful to Harry, since it was the only magic he self taught himself to use since he had been presumably dead his whole life. It must have been a shock for the Wizard world when he showed up here.

He made his way onto the train as swiftly as possible. He didn't want to be swept in by the last minute rush into the train. He got there fairly early with Alec, so he had the luxury to choose his own compartment. He chose one in the back where he could sense nobody. He sat there feeling the soft vibrations of the train as it started up again. He closed his lifeless eyes and melded his body to the chair. His small frame was barely visible in the soft cushions.

The door slid open. "Oh look, there's a small boy taking a nap here."

"We should go look for another compartment. Gotta let the first years make their own friends." The door slid close only to be opened again.

"Oh, there's someone here already," a young voice said.

"It's just one person. I don't think he would mind us being here. Come on. Let's claim some seats before he wakes up."

"I'm had been awake the whole time," Harry said.

"Oh," a girl gasped. "Is it okay if we sit in here with you then?"

"I see no problem with that. Please make yourself comfortable," Harry replied.

"I'm Pansy," the girl introduced. "The boy on my left is Draco, and the boy sitting next to you is Blaise."

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm -"

"Why won't you look at us when we talk to you?" Draco asked.

Harry smiled sarcastically. "I'm Harry Potter," he said opening his lifeless eyes. "It's nice to meet you all."

After the initial iciness in the air, Draco apologized. The rest of the train ride went smoothly, and the trio seemed to endear themselves to Harry.

Harry had a remarkable night at Hogwarts. He noted that the school was teeming with immense magical power, as was the people residing inside. But it wasn't as strong as the school. The students didn't have any remarkable aura about them as Harry would have expected of them. The teachers all had their own auras which Harry kept track of. Harry didn't really care for any auras besides Snape's. Snape's magical aura had a taint to it that was just delectable to Harry.

The sorting was so so. People seemed to be very shocked that Harry landed in Slytherin. There was so many whispers that went around saying he would be the next dark lord. Harry himself could feel the very disapproving stares from the staff table, the headmaster in particular.

The next day went fine for Harry. It went so smoothly that it was boring for him. Teachers mostly ignored Harry and pretended he wasn't there. Harry was treated like any other student, so he had to do homework and other things. The only thing that was different was that Harry wasn't called on, and the only exception was Snape. The man seemed to love to pick on Harry.

Harry pretended that he couldn't read because he was blind, but actually he used the magic he had to read them. It was a complicated thing for Harry to do. He would channel his magic into the books, and the words in the book would be read to him in his mind. It was a weird thing, but it worked for Harry. Harry always felt the stares on him as he navigated his way through the school without a guide. That in itself was an oddity for anybody passing him. They would wonder how he made his way around when he couldn't see. They didn't account for Harry's acute senses and magic sensing. The most odd thing students thought of Harry was that he kept his eyes open. People were scared of his eyes. His emerald eyes would look lifeless. Some even swore that his eyes held no pupils. It would scare the students silent before they ran away. Harry would always end up softly sniggering on the student's behalf.

He had spent his free time in the library, which many people thought also strange, and he was seen sitting on the window sill facing the outside with a book sitting open in his lap. Harry had spent most of his life isolated, save for the few years with Alec, but even then Alec was more of a father figure. He wasn't much of a friend. Harry had a hard time staying isolated at Hogwarts though. The Slytherins seemed to love traveling in groups, and wherever he went, Draco and his gang went. Harry didn't mind the company, but Harry felt something was missing in his life, no not his sight, but something of more importance. Like he was missing a part of his soul, his emotions felt fake. They felt blocked, but every once in a while he would be allowed to fully access his emotions. To actually really feel the full exposure of his emotions, otherwise he didn't feel much.

Harry had gone to his charms class. When Flitwick walked in, the whole aura was disrupted with blinding light. Harry frowned.

Not so long after, Flitwick called on him. "Mr. Potter?" He understood that he should have been paying attention.

"Yes, professor?"

"You have to cast the spell." All chattering had stopped. Everybody seemed to gain interest in their conversation.

"Professor, I'm blind."

"Of course, Mr. Potter. You must cast the spell. Do it. Wingardium Leviosa." Harry sighed.

In an exasperated manner he held out his hand. "Give me whatever it is you want me to levitate. I can't see it." Harry was handed a feather. Harry imbued a very slight amount of magic into the feather. With this he could now see it. He blew at the feather. "There it is now levitating." People laughed at this.

"Now, Mr. Potter. Fooling aside, please cast the spell." Harry narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, professor." Harry whipped out his wand and pointed it at someone. Murmuring erupted. Harry frowned. He didn't want people to know he could do magic. The feather lay on top of that person's head. There was collective gasping.

"Mr. Potter! What do you plan to do?" Professor Flitwick sounded alarmed.

"Wingardium Leviosa," Harry said obviously. What would he do with that spell? The feather floated up to the ceiling before Harry released it.

There was nervous chuckling. "Good job, Mr. Potter. Almost as good as your mother. You must be making her proud." Harry tensed visibly.

"Of course, professor. I would never want to disappoint my parents." Harry sat back down and put his head back down again.

When class ended, Harry swept out of the classroom. Blaise had caught up to Harry.

"That was brilliant. Great job Harry." Blaise slung his arm around Harry, and Harry impulsively slung his arm around Blaise's waist. If they were going to become closer friends, then this little gesture shouldn't be a bad thing.

"Of course it was. Try to levitate something you can't see," Harry said this jokingly.

"How did you do it?" You can't even see the feather. When you did it though, it was almost as if you could see."

"But I can't see."

"Oh, tell me."

"Why should I?"

"Sometimes I wish you weren't so Slytherin."

"I could say the same to you."

"Oh you wound me so."

"I never took you as a theatrical person."

"I am not, but I can't help it around you. You need to liven up." Harry hummed in response.