Summary: After falling off his broomstick, Harry goes blind, but gains "the sight" in return. Professor Trewalney couldn't predict this.

Pairing: Harry/Luna

Inner Eye Blind

Prologue: A Bad Thing

Love is not blind; it's all seeing. It's not a mistake; it happens by accident.

The rush of wind in his ears drowned out the deafening cheering from the crowd. Figures rushed past in a blur of color as Harry dived for the snitch.

His eyes were focused solely on the fluttering golden ball, just as his seeker training had taught him to. His mind was empty of distractions – the only coherent thought running through his brain was to get to the snitch.

He gripped the wooden handle of his trusty Firebolt with sweaty, yet steady hands as he dodged a bludger.

Broomsticks were very important to Quidditch players. Speed was not the most important factor in buying a broomstick, contrary to popular belief. What, did you think all that polishing was just for show?

Plus, as his captain said, "Get your lazy arse on a broomstick and practice, Potter!"

Er, no, that's not quite right… the other thing he always said…

"A broom can only go as fast as you can fly it."

Control was the key. What use was speed if it could not be harnessed?

The snitch was inches from his fingertips. Just a little bit further…

Because from Harry's extensive experience with disasters, he had learned that bad things happened when you were not in control.

And as Harry lost control of the broom stick and plunged down towards the ground, a bad thing did happen.

The last thing he saw was a flash of gold and white fluttering in front of his face.

…TBC!...

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AN: Short, yeah… but it's just the prologue. I've got a few more pages written. If you like it, I might continue this.

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