All he remembered was the pain. He couldn't see, and every part of his body was burning. Was he dying? He was scared. It was so, so loud. He couldn't breathe. It hurts it hurts it hurts.

-Inconspicuous-

He woke up to darkness. He tried to stay calm. Why was it so dark? His eyes were wide open, but he couldn't make out a single shape in the darkness. He could hear people talking, and the beeping of a monitor. He wanted to panic, but he stifled those feelings quickly. He had to think, not panic and do nothing. His surroundings. He faintly remembered the intense pain. He felt bandages all over. He was most likely in a hospital.

"How are you feeling?" A woman- probably a nurse- asked him in a kind voice. He looked in the direction her voice was coming from.

"I can't see, may I ask what happened?" he asked calmly, his brain still trying to register the events unfolding. He had lost his sight. Whether it was temporary or not, he had no idea. He could practically feel the nurse wince.

"Ah.. A pipe burst, and you suffered serious injuries. It's a miracle you're still alive right now. You experienced severe optic nerve damage in the incident and.." the nurse stopped talking, seeming to remember that she was talking to a six-year-old. He nodded, he could recall the events, but not as clearly as he would have liked.

"Is it permanent?" He shut his eyes, taking a deep breath. He already knew what the nurse was going to say.

"I'm sorry…" Before the nurse could say any words of comfort, she was called away. The sounds of her footsteps disappeared. He stared at the wall blankly, not that he knew what he was staring at. He winced as he imagined the complaints of the Dursleys. He wondered what they would do now that he was not able to do chores. Would he be kicked out now? Sent to the orphanage?

Harry tried to remember the incident. It must have been pretty bad for his survival to be considered a miracle. His head hurt as he tried to recall the events that lead to this disaster. All he could remember were loud noises, immense pain, and a soothing feeling washing over his body before he lost consciousness.

Wait- a soothing feeling? He was in a lot of pain, why would he feel soothed? His memory was hazy, but he knew that it was definitely not any sort of anesthetic. It was more of a familiar energy. The energy that helped him do things that seem impossible. The energy that seemed almost like magic.