A/N Well, here is the next chapter. I think I should warn you that I've decided where this is going to go, and it's not your average, Harry's is such a good little boy fics. Just thought you would all like to know. Lol.Well, Enjoy! I know I am enjoying writing it. Hehe.
TURN THE LIGHTS ON
'I really can't tell at this point in time whether he's going to make it. All logic says that he should've died in that crash like his relatives. Most of his system shut down in the crash, and we haven't yet stabilised him. So, it's a down-right miracle he survived this long.' A middle-aged man in a white doctor's coat announced to a news reporter.
'If he does survive, will there be any life-long disabilities?' Asked the reporter.
'Well, he wont be able to walk without the aide of a cane for the rest of his life due to his right leg being impaled by a piece of metal from the car. If he doesn't use the cane, he will be prone to obvious limping and muscle spasms. Though I can't guarantee that it won't happen while he's using the cane. Also, the crash caused something in his eyes to go haywire, we still don't know what, and he is now permanently blind. That is to say, if he survives.' The news reporter stared at the doctor, surprise evident on his face.
'Pray tell, how old is this boy and what is his name? I do believe the country deserves to hear about this miraculous boy.'
'We have talked to some of his old primary school friends and they have told us that he had his birthday a few days ago, turning the age of 15, and his name is Harry Potter.'
Black…
That was Harry's first thought as he came around. Groaning, he groggily opened his eyes.
Confusion…
Instead of the usual blurriness, all he could see was… black.
Panic…
What was wrong with him?!
Harry felt a hand push softly but firmly on his shoulder as he tried to sit up. Feeling a burning in his right leg, he complied.
'Rest.' Came a soothing and soft voice above him.
Obeying the bodiless voice, Harry lay still, closing his eyes and drifting back into the numb, dark abyss once again.
'I'm sorry to inform you Mr. Potter that due to the car accident you and your relatives were in, your resulting injuries, blindness and inability to walk on you right leg without the aide of a cane, are permanent.' Harry widened his misty, dead, green eyes and then immediately narrowed them in anger.
'You told me that it would all heal before I had to go back to school!' The doctor hesitated before trying to cover up his lie.
'Err, Mr. Potter, that is what we had… ah, originally believed.'
'You lie! I can hear it in your voice.'
'Look, Mr. Potter, if you like, you can stay here at the hospital until you have to go to school, and in that time, we will teach you everything you need to know. Don't worry; you'll pick it up soon enough.'
'Fine!' Came the grumpy reply.
TWO WEEKS LATER…
It was the day before Harry was due to go back to Hogwarts and at the moment he was in the hospital work out room. Over the past two weeks, Harry had been quickly, but thoroughly prepared for his return to school. He had been taught Braille and how to walk with his cane and without someone helping him. The doctors had provided him with a type of metal brace for his right leg, and a cane. They had even let him describe what design he wanted on it. (A flame starting from the bottom going ¾ of the way up).
As he worked out, Harry thought about the skills that he had gained on his own. With his eyesight blocked, he was able to use his other sense very well. Though with his heightened senses, there was still one that puzzled him, though he welcomed it with open arms. This sense was the reason he had been able to walk so well, with him being able to feel, with the air around him, inanimate and animate (all living things) objects. With this new ability, he suspected that no-one would be any the wiser about his lack of sight. Though reading, while in class, did present a small problem. But he didn't worry about that, because he had already thought of a plan. He quite liked his idea as well, because it would be so completely unexpected of the 'boy-who-lived'.
While staying at the hospital, he had befriended two volunteers at the hospital, a young man and his girlfriend, Ayden and Jade. When had told them his plan, they had enthusiastically prepared him for his return to school. Jade had taken him clothes shopping, renewing his wardrobe with endless supplies of leather jackets, black combat boots, baggy jeans and anything else that would support the idea of a hardened criminal.
After Jade had finished his shopping for him, Ayden had then taken him to the tattoo and piercing parlour. It had been painful, but well worth it.
The piercing's he had newly acquired were one on the top of his right ear, two on the earlobe of his left ear, one on his right eyebrow and one on his left nipple. He thought they were very impressive, and constituted to his bad boy image. Every time he thought about his ingenious plan to pretend to have gone dark, he liked it more and more. It definitely was something different.
After his piercing's, Harry had then settled down to get three tattoos.
His first tattoo, was of a giant serpent coiling its way down his back, from his shoulder blades to the top of his jeans. The next tattoo was on top of his right arm. This was of the 5-point star upside with the word 'diabolus', which was the Latin word for 'Satan'.
His last tattoo, which was his personal favourite, was in the exact same spot that the death eaters dark mark was situated. It was of another serpent coiling around a sword with Latin words working around the image. The words said 'La nerezza è la vostra alimentazione' which meant 'Darkness is your power'.
His next stop had then been to the Hairdressers. He hadn't been to thrilled at the idea of a hair cut, but when the hairdresser told him exactly what she was doing, he warmed up to the idea.
His hair was now layered and, surprisingly, straightened. His haircut was a sort of emo hairdo, with his fringe covering his forehead and his left eye. (A/N: Guys, just think of the sexiest emo hair that you can, and you'll be fine. Lol.)
Thinking back on that day as Harry made his way to the showers he thought of how much he liked the change- and judging by the way girls threw themselves at him now, he had to assume that they liked the change to.
Finishing up in the showers Harry went to his hospital room, thinking about the next day. He was somewhat nervous. But that was alright. After all, he was planning to fool everyone into making them think he was dark. It wouldn't be that hard either. It was just like submitting to the little voice in his head.
With these last thoughts, Harry went to sleep.
Waking up at ten, Harry rushed around gathering his school things together and got dressed in black, baggy jeans, a black button up shirt and his leather jacket, with his chains, gloves and black, combat boots. Picking up his cane and a pair of dark glasses, Harry came to a conclusion.
He was going to rock their world!
A/N: Well, once again, you are at the end of another chapter, but don't worry, because I will try and update, but only if you all review. Lol. Hope you enjoyed it everyone. Till next time.
