Authors note: Hiya!
I thought I'd update this since I haven't for a while and someone asked me to.
I hope you like it. :)
The Harry Potter universe belongs to Joanne not me. I hope you have a good day! :D
"Shut up!" "You shut up!" You're the one yelling!" "I'm not yelling, you're yelling!"
"You're both yelling." Harry mumbled.
"Harry!" Both of the blurry figures turned to him.
Harry slowly sat up rubbing his eyes.
"How are you? Do you need something? Should we get Madam Pomfrey? I'll get her!" Hermione said quickly.
"I'm fine." Harry mumbled sleepily.
"Of course you're not! Look at yourself!" Hermione exclaimed.
"I can't." Harry muttered.
"Oh, right!" Hermione grabbed a pair of glasses on a bedside table, handed them to Harry before grabbing a mirror out of thin air and shoving into his hands.
"Now look at yourself." Hermione told him.
Harry peered down at the mirror in his hands and stared; if he didn't know that he was the person looking back at himself he wouldn't have recognised himself.
His hair was a chocolate brown instead of black and it wasn't even messy as it used to be, it was thinner and just sat there on his head neatly. His once green eyes were grey, similar to Sirius's but a bit darker.
"Wh-" But his question was interrupted.
"Harry!" Sirius practically flew towards him.
Harry gave a small smile at the sight of his godfather.
"How are you? Do you need anything?" Sirius rushed over to Harry's side.
"Water." Harry mumbled.
Just as Harry had muttered the word 'water' a glass appeared in his hands. He looked down at it in surprise before raising it slowly to his mouth and taking a small sip.
"What happened?" He asked quietly.
"I'll let Dumbledore explain that." Sirius answered.
"Why?" Harry asked curiously.
"He promised that I'd be stuck in Grimmauld Place for the rest of my life if I told you."
"That I did." Albus Dumbledore entered through the doors, his robes flying behind him dramatically.
"Good evening Harry." Dumbledore strode to the end of Harry's bed and stood there looking down at him, with an unusual tinge of sadness in his eyes.
"What happened?" Harry repeated his question.
"That can wait until you're fully healed." Dumbledore told him calmly.
Harry didn't feel like arguing, so he didn't, he just sat there staring unseeingly into his glass of water.
"I want my eyes back." He stated, still staring into his glass.
The other occupants of the room shared concerned glances before turning back to the fifteen-year-old.
"I'm not sure if that's possible." Dumbledore said quietly.
Harry's grip on the glass cup tightened and he began glaring into it.