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

Pairing: Harry/Luna

Disclaimer: …My dad's a lawyer. Don't sue!

Inner Eye Blind

Chapter One: Secrets

Thousands of people watched as their savior plummeted towards the ground at breakneck speed.

He spiraled closer and closer to the ground, and showed no signs of slowing down.

It was only in the last moments before the impact that the crowd began to realize something was wrong. The noise in the stands died down as everyone held their breath and watched in horror. And by then, it was too late.

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Harry Potter opened his eyes. And saw a black screen. Closing them, he tried again, only to see the same dark haze.

He was only dimly aware of his surroundings, but could tell that he was on something soft, and comfortable, and warm

"Harry?" came a voice. The voice was faint, and far away… and sounded vaguely familiar… Harry squinted, trying to make out a figure in the darkness.

"Hello?" He grasped the air in front of him, "Who's there?" he cried desperately.

Harry's heart was racing, blood was pounding through his veins when suddenly…

Harry suddenly felt very sleepy… and as his eyelids became unbearably heavy, he slipped into unconsciousness again.

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The Hospital Wing was unusually quiet, Poppy Pomfrey noted sadly. It had been emptied to make room for only patients whose fates were interwoven with the future of the Wizarding World. Meaning, Harry Potter.

Green eyes were open and blinking curiously, but Harry did not seem to have noticed her presence.

"Harry?" Madame Pomfrey asked anxiously, forgetting formalities and waving a hand in front of his face.

"Hello?" he called, reaching out with his hand, grasping for something solid. "Who's there?" he seemed frightened, and Madame Pomfrey, who hated to see a patient in distress, took a syringe full of sedative potions and injected it into Harry's veins.

"Oh, dear," she whispered. There was nothing she could do to help him here.

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"Any news of Harry, sir?" Hermione asked the Headmaster fretfully.

Dumbledore looked his two students, whose hopes he was about to crush, and sighed. "Mr. Weasley… Ms. Granger… you may want to sit down before I begin," he gestured wearily towards the chairs across from his desk. "Harry collided head-first into the ground at a speed of about 250 kilmeters per hour (1), and suffered irreversible brain damage."

Ron and Hermione were silent, waiting for further explanation.

Dumbledore sighed. "I'm afraid he's blind now."

"Where is he?" they immediately demanded.

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Ward 612, on the sixth floor of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries was top secret. It was a secret room, on a secret floor, and had a secret patient.

Harry Potter always seemed to be mixed up with secrets. Secrets and life-changing disasters tended to come hand in hand.

And secretly, his two best friends came to visit him. What followed consisted of several minutes of secret awkward silence.

"So," Hermione started, breaking the uncomfortable atmosphere, "How are you feeling, Harry?"

"Like I just fell off a broomstick," Harry replied dryly.

"Oh," Hermione said weakly, "I see - " she began, before gasping and covering her mouth. "I'm so sorry – I didn't mean to - "

Harry sighed in exasperation. "It's fine, Hermione."

"SORRY, MATE," Ron said in a slow, loud voice. "WE – DON'T – WANT – TO – BE – INSENSITIVE –JERKS!"

"I'm blind, not deaf, Ron," Harry said irritably. "Stop treating me like I'm an idiot."

"We know that, Harry," Hermione soothed, "We just want you to know that we're here to help you."

"Yeah? Well – I don't need any help! I can manage perfectly fine on my own." Harry declared. And, as if to prove his independence, he got out of bed and walked…

…Right into the wall.

"It's okay to ask for help. We're your friends, we don't mind helping you. That's what friends are for! In good times, in bad times - " (2)

"Oh, shut up!" Harry snapped.

"Look at it this way, mate," said Ron with all the enthusiasm and optimism he could muster, "Just because you won't be able to play Quidditch, and you let Gryffindor down in the biggest match of the year, not to mention put the entire Wizarding World you were supposed to save from You-Know-Who in danger, doesn't change anything," he explained logically.

Needless to say, Harry and Ron did not exactly… see eye to eye.

"Harry must have hit his head harder than we thought," Ron confided to Hermione as she dragged him from the secret room on the secret floor away from the secret patient.

Harry Potter's stay in St. Mungo's was a secret. So, naturally, the whole world found out.

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AN: Next chapter: Luna makes her first appearance!

I think a Firebolt goes about 150 mph in 10 seconds.

I couldn't resist. Forgive me!