A/N Well a bit of a different plot line but not much. Well okay a lot but the basics will remain, soooo sorry 4 they wait I meant to update yesterday dern homework

P.S. Harry calling him Dake is a good idea…

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Harry awoke days later? Hours later? He had no clue. But did it matter?  His vision was cloudy as if he was looking through a piece of thin cotton at first - then the cotton got thicker.

 Voices floated above him. He was in a fog. He dropped in and out of consciousness. Always there was pain. Pain in his arm. Pain in his head. Pain in his chest. Pain emotionally. Always pain.

He didn't know where he was and he didn't care. Nothing mattered but the pain He awoke at once to someone touching him and he twisted to get him, or her, off him.

"Shush Harry. It's okay." The voice was comforting and he calmed drifting back to sleep.

Then the nightmares came. The dark and dreary - reliving of the beatings. The cold, cruel, deafening, guffaws of Dursley as he beat the living daylights out of Harry. The whippings, the crack of the belt the yelling, the burning pain as it hit his bare exposed flesh. It all hit him when he slept. When he awoke sweating someone was there, wiping his brow. Who he didn't know but again it didn't matter to him.

One day he woke and didn't go unconscious right away. He blinked. Blinked again. Must have been dark he mused. Not that he cared. He didn't want to see anything. He tried to roll over but his arm was in a plaster. He shifted as best he could. He was on a bed, though not a large one.

He sighed and went back to sleep. In a chair next to his bed someone pulled the covers up around him. Again a while later he awoke. Still dark. Still he didn't care. Someone spoke above him and he starred.

"Harry it is okay. It's me Mrs. Weasley." Mrs. Weasley. Good. How'd he get here? He opened his mouth to speak but somehow lost his nerve. Mrs. Weasley must have seen this but how he didn't know unless she had night vision.

"You've been here a month, Harry." Hogwarts would have started! Oh well. He was here now and he wasn't sure he wanted to face the others. "He sure banged you up didn't he, Harry?" Harry shook his head. She mustn't know. If she did… No better to pretend he had fallen as he always did.

"Mmmm. He didn't eh? Okay, Harry. Okay." He nodded and winced. His head hurt, his arm hurt, everything hurt so badly. He closed his eyes not that it made much difference and slept. Nightmares were always there - he shook so violently Mrs. Weasley thought he was seizing. She held the boy as he calmed. His breathing was laboured but that was expected with the injuries he had.

He didn't know when he next awoke but he sensed he was somewhere else. He was moving he felt. It was still so dark when he opened his eyes. He felt around and touched someone. He automatically recoiled but the person didn't seem to mind.

"I see you are awake." The voice was relived. Mrs. Weasley again eh? He looked toward her voice but he couldn't see a thing. Why was it always so dark? "Cat got your tongue? No matter. Wondering where we are going?" he nodded as much as his headache would allow.

"We're headed to Hogwarts dear." What the heck?! His astonishment must have shown but how she had seen it. Must have a sixth sense. That must have been it. "I can't heal your injuries as well as they can." All he had was a few broken bones what was the big deal? Speaking of which, why couldn't they heal it magically?

He didn't know why, but he decided through pure resolve to stay awake and find out, he fought his eyes to the death. Finally whatever they were riding in stopped. Someone with strong arms lifted him and he felt safe.

"Hello Harry. How are you?" he listened closely to the voice. Was it? Could it be? No. Not Sirius what was he doing here?

"Not feeling up to talking eh?" the next words were directed to Mrs. Weasley. "from the look of his eyes he doesn't recognise me." How was he to recognise him if it was pitch black?

They were going up steps now and despite Sirius' efforts he winced with every one.

"Sorry Harry. Almost done." He murmured soothingly. Harry was comforted but still panicked at the fact that it was Sirius talking. More stairs more pain. Endless stairs endless pain. His chest hurt with his breath and every time Sirius stepped up he was jarred despite Sirius' effort to stop this. In the end Harry blacked out. He came too not long after to hear voices.

"Molly I thank you for caring for him this time."

"It was the least I could do, Albus. Poor thing hasn't had proper raising and he never asks for anything."

"Too true Molly although I wish this time he had asked for something. Help." No he didn't need help he had deserved everything Dursley had done to him.

"I am a bit worried about his not talking." Sirius now. I'm not going to relive it!

"Give him time Sirius. He has been through a lot. Molly did you say he denies he was beaten?"

"Yes."

"That would not look good in a trial." Trial. They were all against him after a trial if he went back… he didn't want to think about it. He heard footsteps and snapped his eyes shut. Not that it mattered. How did they see in this dark?

"Hello Harry." Dumbledore, "you can stop pretending to be asleep." How the bloody hell? He opened his eyes - still dark. When did they turn on the lights? "Are you wondering why you are here?" Harry nodded.

"For one thing your arm was left alone to long to be magically healed. For another. For another well… Harry how many fingers am I holding up?" None that he could see, this must have been one of Dumbledore's jokes. It had to be. Harry shook his head.

"Oh dear. This is just as I suspected. Harry there is no easy way to tell you this. I believe as a result of your injuries combined with how you fell into a supermarket display of coconut shells face first you." He heard Dumbledore gulp "you're blind." Harry shook his head and started shaking violently. Sirius held him down so he didn't injure himself as he trashed. This couldn't be! No. he was Harry Potter. Harry Potter wasn't blind. Couldn't be. Could he? 

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A/N. Didja see that coming?