Hey peepslez who read this thing I call a story! HOW Y'ALLZ DOIN'? I like writing this story better than the OHSHC one to tell yoou the truth, BUT I WILL FINISH IT!!! So here's the second chapter! Sorry it's not as long as the 1st one!

We finally got to the train station, and I went through the wall, to Platform 9 ¾. I gave the people everything that I brought with me . . . except my contact case, wand and robes that I would need. Being a little early, I was able to find an empty compartment. I took out my contacts, in order to make myself feel comfortable.

I heard someone nearing the compartment, so instinctively, I looked over, forgetting about my contacts being out. "Oh . . . Sorry Emma. I . . . couldn't find an empty compartment . . . d-do you mind if I sit with you?" asked Ron. I sighed. "I guess not." I said, lowering my eyes.

He came in and sat in the seat across from me. "So, were you wearing contacts when we met you? Or are you wearing contacts now?" he asked. "When you met me." I answered. "Are you legally blind or something?" he asked. I hesitated, and looked toward the window. "Totally blind." I said. "Bloody hell, sorry, I didn't know." he said frantically.

"I really don't mind. Just don't tell anyone. You're the only one who knows, and frankly, I don't expect anyone else to come knocking if all the other compartments are all full." I said. "Okay." He said. "But how do you know exactly where someone is?" he asked. "Well, my hearing is above average. I can tell people's height, weight, how far away they are, their gender, etc. by their footsteps. I can memorize how and where everything is by touching it, and I should be fine if no one moves furniture." "Well, that's unique." he said.

Just as we finished talking about my disability to see, another person opened the door. This time, I kept looking out the window, so they couldn't see my eyes. "Do you mind? Everywhere else is full." said Harry. "Not at all." said Ron. I shrugged, secretly pissed off at Ron for saying yes. He could notice my eyes. I did NOT want that.

He sat NEXT TO ME. Crap. That makes it so much harder to notice *sarcasm sarcasm*. "So who are you?" Ron asked. "Harry. Harry Potter." was his reply. "WOAH!" said Ron. I felt my eyes go wide. I heard Lady Amelia talking to a man about him once.

~Although I hate these, they help explain a lot, so here's a flashback~

There I was, three year-old me, sitting by the living room where Lady Amelia was talking to an old man.

"Amelia, I must tell you WHY Emma is here. You see, There is a very dark wizard named Voldemort. Voldemort tried to kill a boy named Harry Potter. When he was trying to do so, James- his father- was trying to fight him off. James was killed, and so he moved on to Lily- his mother- he told her to move, and she refused. Because of it, she was killed. Because she sacrificed her life for Harry's, when Voldemort moved on to Harry, he did not die. Voldemort was furious, so, about a week later, he left and moved on to Emma's family. You see, Emma's real name is not Emma Clarice Dawson. It is Claria Sakura Black. Her father was accused of betraying the Potter family's whereabouts to the Dark Lord, and was, and is still, in Azkaban, and gone during the attack on his family. Sakura- Claria's mother sacrificed herself, like Lily did for Harry, and so, when the Dark Lord tried to kill her, it did not work, therefore, causing her to have a scar, and the Dark Lord to get angry. His anger caused him to curse her, making her go blind. The disability to see will go away after a time, but something has to happen. Though no one knows what. Not even I." he said . "I don't believe it." said Amelia "Have you ever noticed a strange scar?" he asked.

"Well, there is one shaped like a lightning bolt, just below her collar bone . . ." she said, trailing off.

~end of flashback~

"Do you have the- the -the . . ." "The what?" Asked Harry "The scar." Ron whispered. "Oh." said Harry. He most likely showed Ron his scar, because the first thing that came out of Ron's mouth after his question was "WICKED!". I tried my best not to dwell on the fact that I never really knew my real name until now. Claria Sakura Black. It has a nice ring to it. I wonder who my father is, then . . . I've always wondered what my scar was for. Wait . . . WHAT'S AZKABAN?

"Emma . . . Emma . . . EMMA!" yelled Ron. I looked toward him, surprised. I heard Harry take in a sharp breath, and I realized I forgot to hide my eyes from Harry. "Sorry, I was thinking." I said. "You'd think you were blind AND deaf." he said. I went stiff at the mention of my disability. "RON!" I yelled. "Sorry! I wasn't thinking!" he said back. I sighed. "No, I apologize. Normally I'm not this sensitive. I just . . . never mind, it's not important." I said. The truth was, that realizing WHY I was blind, made me sensitive.

"It's alright. I understand. Sensitive subject." I nodded. "Harry was just wondering what your name was, although he most likely knows your first name by now." Ron said. "Emma Dawson." I said. Why does anyone need to know my real name anyway? It's not that important.

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I just finished putting on my robes and putting in my contacts, and I felt the train slowing. I walked back to the compartment as the train stopped. "You boys ready to go?" I asked, holding everything I came with. "Of course." they said.

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"You will be sorted into your houses." said Professor McGonagle. I froze. What if they use my real name? "There are four houses. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin." she said. Slytherin sounds a bit tipsy . . . I thought, as she left to see if they were ready for the sorting.

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That incident with Draco Malfoy was downright stupid and unneeded. I thought as we were walking toward the front of the Great Hall. "What does it look like in here?" I whispered to Ron. "Wow." he said. I rolled my eyes. "That doesn't help." I sighed. "Harry? What's up ahead?" I asked. "There's a staircase, and at the top of the stair case is a stool with an old hat on it." he replied. "Thanks Harry. And by the way, can you not tell anyone I'm blind?" I asked. "Uhhh . . . okay . . ." he said. "Thanks." I said.

Everyone stopped, and I listened as the rude girl from earlier- Hermione Granger- went up. I listened to her footsteps- where she went to get to the hat. Until eventually, I heard "GRIFFYNDOR!". "The hat just TALKED." said Harry. "Hm." I said.

After Ron came Harry. When Harry was called up, everyone went silent. "GRIFFYNDOR!" said the hat. The whole room cheered. About two minutes after, the clapping stopped, and McGonagle was finally able to say "Clarita Black." I froze, eyes wide. The room seemed to turn to ice. Everyone was silent. I heard not one breath, or movement. Everyone anticipating who Clarita Black was. Apparently I'm as famous as Harry is. I thought, before I stepped forward, toward the spot I heard everyone else going to.

I felt Ron's eyes boring into me while I sat on the stool. Immediately, a voice was speaking. {You've got courage. You are cunning. And yet . . . where to put you? Slytherin of Gryffindor. I see you are curious. You are a mystery as great as Mr. Potter.} said the voice. {Hmmmmmmmm . . . I see deep down, you desire power. You would make a good Slytherin.} the voice noted. {Such a hard decision . . . yet you wish to be with your friends . . . in Gryffindor you could help save the world . . . you would do well in Slytherin . . . I guess I have my decision . . .} "SLYTHERIN!"

I walked toward the table that was cheering the loudest, fairly upset I couldn't be with Harry and Ron. I guess not all dreams come true. Though I could have sworn I saw a glimpse of a large amount of people happily chattering and eating away. I thought for a moment . . . I saw a glimpse of a lightning-bolt shaped scar . . .

Knowing that this was REALLY short, I may update later on in the week . . . possibly Wednesday or Thursday . . . MAYBE.