Harry blinked, his vision swimming before his eyes. And his head felt like a ball of cotton. It was an improvement to the earlier head-ache, but he wasn't sure it was good sign as he was fairly certain he should be feeling like a truck just ran over him. He moved his shoulder experimentally, and finding it moving properly he tried the other. Slowly, he sat up, and hand coming to rub at his eyes—oh. He searched the ground with his hand.
"Mirror, can you see my glasses anywhere?"
To his bemusement there was no answer.
"Mirror?"
That was strange. Harry tried to squint, but with his abysmal eyesight even the walls looked the wrong color. He sighed in exasperation, and proceeded to search the floor again. His glasses had to be here somewhere.
It was both to his mortification and relief when the sound of someone entering the washroom sounded. The footsteps stopped short when the person entering presumably laid eyes on Harry.
"I dropped my glasses, do you see them any where?" Harry asked.
Silence. It was starting to get old.
"Listen, I don't care what house you are from, I just need my glasses, okay?"
Effing slytherins!
"Who are you?" the unrecognizable voice asked.
Harry shut his mouth—that was not the reaction he expected. "Do I look that different without my glasses on?" he mused, dragging a hand through his hair self-consciously.
The unknown student obviously hesitated. "You're a student here?"
"Yes?" The uncertain tone in the other student's voice made Harry second guess himself. "This is still Hogwarts, right?"
"Yes." The both of them relaxed slightly. "Someting strange happened?"
Harry nodded. "The mirror boggled." He waved with his hand in direction of the wall. A wall. He wasn't quite sure of the directions anymore.
"Mirror? Where were you when it happened?"
Harry frowned. "The toilets on the second floor. Now, can you help me find my glasses?"
But there was no movement. I
"Are you intentionally trying to annoy me?" Harry asked.
"We are in the toilets on the second floor," the unknown student said.
Harry frowned, not understanding why the student was sounding so incredibly strange all of a sudden.
"There are no mirrors," the student continued.
It took a few seconds for the student's words to register. Harry looked up, but of course he could still not see anything but blurry figures. His heart beat was accelerating again, a feeling of dread in his stomach.
"What color are the walls?" Harry asked.
Please let it be his eyesight, please let it be his eyesight. Never before had he wished his vision to actually be worse than it was, but this time the other option was simply too much to consider.
"A light blue."
Harry's eyes closed. "Bloody hell."