Myriad: Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and her characters belong to JK Rowling.
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A week had passed since that accident. Several things seemed to be changing in short order. His relatives were being kinder to him, even Dudley was trying to but at times still prodded at him then would get snapped at by his Aunt. His Uncle pretty much ignored him more than he did before and acted as though he wasn't there at all. He was taken to meet a kind lady at a special school that was going to teach him all over again how to read and write and everything else with his condition.
He also was taken to several doctors who poked and prodded him and messed with his eyes to see if the damage could be repaired. His bedroom was moved to the second bedroom and his aunt had taken him to get proper clothes. Today though she seemed a bit more serious than normal. She had sat him and Dudley down at the supper table and provided some tea and biscuits for him and Dudley and he happily enjoyed the treat. Though he had a slight fear of everything suddenly going back to how it was before.
Uncle Vernon was at work though he seemed to be avoiding the house as much as possible as of late and he had heard him a few times muttering to himself, "She's gone bloody round the bend." "The freakishness has rubbed off on her." "I should have run when I found out about that blasted side of her family." Which in turn had confused him. Though today unknowingly he was going to find out exactly what his uncles mutterings were about.
He heard his Aunt sigh before she began to talk, "Now boys, there is something I feel is best I tell you both. I know it is going to sound outrageous, but it is the truth. Harry, your family wasn't like us. They were quite different. You see your mother was special when she was born. She was born with a gift. I grew jealous of that gift because I wanted to be like her so much. I wanted to be special like your mother. She was beautiful, clever and amazing. While I was the exact opposite."
"What do you mean Mum, you're pretty."
"Oh, hush Dudders," his aunt let out an uncharacteristic giggle, "now, let me finish. I need to before our guest arrives."
"Sorry mum."
Harry was paying rapt attention he had never heard his Aunt speak much about his parents before and he found himself clinging onto every word desperately since he wasn't allowed to ask about them before, "Now, as I was saying. Your parents Harry were part of another world entirely. A world full of things you wouldn't believe. Magic is real boys, it is very real. You, Harry, will be very much like your parents and when you get old enough hopefully you will be able to join that world too."
Harry felt his little heart sink, "But Aunt Petunia," he whispered out, "I'm blind. Will they still accept me?"
His aunt let out a sniff and said in a haughty voice, "Of course they will. If they don't then they are stupid. Harry, you have magic, so you will be accepted. Those strange things that happen around you that is your magic. Your Uncle and I, well, I'm sorry, we were trying our hardest to take away your magic, but I see now it was foolish. We are very foolish people it seems."
Before his Aunt could say more there was a ring on the doorbell and he heard her chair scrap against the ground as she went to go answer it, "Stay in here boys and play nice. I'll be back shortly with a very important guest for you to meet."
He heard the distinct sound of his Aunt's voice and the sound of a Man talking to each other in hushed tones before they grew silent then the sounds of footsteps as they made their way into the kitchen. Soon enough he heard the scraping of two chairs as his Aunt and their guest sat down at the table. A male voice then spoke, "Hello Harry, Hello Dudley, though I have met you, young Harry when you were quite a bit smaller than you are now." The man let out a fond chuckle, "My name is Albus Dumbledore. Your Aunt has told me of your accident and the sad loss of your sight. She was hoping I might be able to help fix it since Muggles, non-magical people do not have the means that the Magical world has. Do you mind if I look Harry?"
"Of course, sir." He looked towards where he hoped the man was sitting. "I hope you can help." He whispered wistfully.
"I do not want to get any of your hopes up, it depends on the extent of the damage, magic even, has its limits. It can aid in some things, but it cannot cure everything, sadly." The chair squeaked as the man moved and Harry felt an odd tingling sensation on his eyes before the dull burn that he had felt since his accident vanished entirely. The man let out a sad sigh, "Sadly there is too much scar tissue and while I could speed up the healing of the scars, the damage is too much, and I fear I may cause more harm than good. Scars can be removed to an extent but, the receptors are irreparable. I am honestly surprised that Harry was still able to feel slight pain in his eyes due to almost all of the nerves being irreparable."
"So, he will truly not be able to get his sight back? Even with magic?"
"Sadly Petunia, no he will not. There are certain things if you do not mind me setting up a tutor for that we can do that will help him get along easier. A mixture between both muggle and magic will probably do him a world of good. If he has the ability to do what I am thinking I might be able to help."
"So, there is a magical way to make things easier then?"
"If he has the ability, yes. I will get in touch with who I have in mind and see if she will be able to help. We will stop by tomorrow around this time, since you stated before your husband is still not as thrilled with the prospect of Magic."
"Of course, Headmaster, thank you for taking your time to come see us, given everything."
"It was no problem my dear, I am glad to see you have turned out to be an upstanding young woman. Everyone has their faults, but it takes quite a bit of courage and will to get past our faults especially in emotions and within our very personality. For that you are a very admirable woman. It was a pleasure to meet you boys. I shall see you all tomorrow."
With that he heard the scratching of the chair against stone and the fading footsteps of one Albus Dumbledore. He sat there confused his young mind trying to process everything that happened today and the thought of magic being real. Just like in the stories of the books he would nick from Dudley's Room before everything happened. A wide grin broke across his face, he was special he could do magic. His family too was finally starting to love him and accept him. His biggest wish since he could remember was being loved and accepted.
