Author's Note: I hope you enjoy! Dedicated to ChoFrog09, my number one, err… Cho-Frog! Also I'd like to say "hello" to Goldielocktook, my best friend here on !!! On with the show, now:
"Hey, mate," Ron Weasley said, as he was shaking his best friend awake, "time to get up." Harry Potter was groaning from grogginess and said, "It's not even seven yet," he commented. "How do you know?" Ron asked, bewildered. "I felt the clock's hands in the middle of the night, and I heard the number of ticks in my sleep," the blind young man answered. 'Blind?' you must be wondering, 'How can he be blind?'. Here, I shall tell you how. It was about 6 years ago…
Flashback!
"This is it, Harry Potter," Voldemort stated menacingly, "our last battle. Only one of us will emerge victorious." Harry nodded, for the first time ever, in agreement with the Dark Lord. "Harry," Voldemort began, "why don't you join me? You would be doing something with your life. You could live with power, with me… with every little purpose in it backing you up. The purpose of"—"Nothing, Tom. The purpose of nothing. It's pointless to even try to persuade me. I'll never join you," Harry retorted rudely. "Fine, then. Prepare to die, Mister Potter," Voldemort threatened."Avada Kedavra la sekiur optiketh!" he cursed, meaning for Harry to die with his eyes shut so that nothing would be revealed. At the same instant, Harry contrasted, "Finite Incatartem!"
He blocked it with both the curse and his scar. Voldemort died. 'He's finally defeated!' he thought, trying to open his eyes. Harry couldn't… 'I'm blind… I've gone blind!' Suddenly, Harry got down on his knees and shouted…
"NOOOOOO!!!" he laughed, as Fred and George tickled him. "Guys, leave him alone!" Ginny laughed. "Hey Harry, remember, we're supposed to go out to lunch with Hermione," she continued. "Yes, right," Harry replied, getting up with Ron's help.
A/N: Review if you can and want! Did you guys like it? I know it's really short, but I needed a mere a example. It gets better, I promise.