Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters, only Sandra. J.K Rowling owns them.

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In the last chapter:

Sandra pulled away and Harry heard how she walked towards the door and walked out of his room.
Fifteen minutes later she came back and kneeled down by his bed. She looked at him. "Harry",
she whispered. "You are not alone. I know exactly how you feel. We're in the same boat."
It was too bad that Harry couldn't hear her he was already asleep.

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Chapter 4. Darkness

When Harry woke up, he thought that it was still night, but then he remembered that he was blind. The only question was: Why was he blind?

A person can't get blind just like that, right? He had just found out that he was the only one who could vanquish Voldemort and now, he had become blind.

Who can vanquish Voldemort in darkness? Harry got up and started to search for his clothes. But as he walked to his chest of drawers, he tripped over the chair, which stood in the middle of the room.

He let out a little scream of pain and bit his lip. A second later he heard the door open and a shrill voice. "Harry! What's happening? Are you alright?" It was Sandra, no doubt. She sounded concerned.

"Er...Sandra, could you please hand me my clothes so I can dress?" Harry said awkwardly.

"Oh, yes, sure, certainly", Sandra said while she picked up Harry's clothes from the corner. "I'll knock on your door in a couple of minutes."

Harry dressed slowly so he could be sure that he dressed correctly. When he'd finished dressing he walked over to the door, opened it and stepped out.

He had to feel the walls every step he took. He never thought being blind would be so difficult. "Harry", he heard Sandra's voice from behind. "The Dursleys are out so we can eat breakfast in peace. Here, take my hand."

Harry didn't even hesitate; he grabbed Sandra's hand when he had found it. He let her lead him down to the kitchen.

He sat down on a chair and heard how Sandra sat on the opposite chair. "OK Harry, you have two boiled eggs, a cup of tea and sugar in front of you. And to your right you have three slices of toast. To you left you'll find a couple of napkins. Do you think you'll be fine now?"

"Yes, thank you, I'll be fine now."

They ate quietly, no one said anything. Harry was thinking about the kiss last night. Did Sandra like him, or did she only kiss him because she felt sorry for him?

He didn't really know what kind of feelings he had for Sandra. He did like her. He liked the way she talked, her voice and her smile. And most of all; he liked her humor. She had a positive view on things. She wasn't like Cho Chang at all. All Cho did was cry, he never really liked Cho anyway.

Sandra was more like him... they had a lot in common, and she didn't press him to talk about things, like Sirius, Cedric and Voldemort. Cho always wanted to hear from Harry was about Cedric.

When Harry had finished his plate he said thanks and got up but Sandra stopped him."And where do you think you're going Harry Potter?" She said and reminded him about Mrs. Weasley.

"I'm going to wash my hands. I hope it's not forbidden now." He heard Sandra snort.

"You are not going anywhere without me. What if you fall down the stairs and die with a broken neck. What am I supposed to tell Dumbledore?" Harry listened intensively at the tone of her voice. She was serious!

"And if I want to go to the bathroom?" he asked then. "Are you following me in there too?"

"Well, you were going to the bathroom now, weren't you? And, yes I am going to follow you everywhere."

"I think that you misunderstood me. I meant when I need to go to the loo...?" Harry said and tried to stop his urge to laugh.

"Oh, well, I guess you could do that by yourself, but I'll wait outside. Well, now that we've got that settled we'll have to get up, wash our hands, you'll try comb your hair and then we will go out."

"Go out? Where to?" Harry said. He didn't feel like going out.

"Well there's an amusement park in the neighborhood so I thought that maybe we could have some fun there."

Sandra led Harry up the stairs to the bathroom and gave him some privacy in there.
Every minute that passed Harry was beginning to get really irritated on his blindness. He didn't like it. What would he to do if Voldemort attacked him? And what if something happened to Sandra?

Harry tried not to think about Voldemort. Today he would go out with Sandra and he would have a great time!

He tried desperately to comb his hair flat. He didn't know why he was trying to make his hair lay flat. He didn't even know why he used the hair gel he found in one of the drawers. This wasn't him! But he did it, and the results weren't any good.

When Harry had put the 'gel' in his hair he found it very stinky and gel wasn't supposed to be stinky, right? He let the 'gel' stay in his hair for while as he looked for a blow-drier.

Suddenly he heard a knock on the door. "Harry? You aren't the only one who needs to go to the bathroom", Sandra said.

"Sandra, I need some help!" Harry said. He didn't really know what kind of goo he had in his hair. He walked carefully over to the door, so he wouldn't trip over something and opened it.

"Oh my god Harry! What did you do to your hair?" Harry heard Sandra's shocked voice.

"I tried to put some hair gel in my hair, well, at least I think it was gel. Do you know what it is?"

"Well... Harry", Sandra said. Harry heard very clearly how she tried not to laugh.

"Just spit it out will you?" Harry said.

"Harry, it wasn't hair gel you put in your hair. It was...uhm...blonde hair dye. Congratulations Harry, you're a blonde", Sandra said and burst into laughter.

Harry's first thought when he heard the word 'blonde' was Draco Malfoy. Suddenly, he felt a terrible pain in his scar. A minute later the whole body was shaking with pain which caused Harry to fall on his knees and it felt just as if someone hade put the cuciatus-curse.

Every inch of his body ached in pain and Harry just wished that the pain would end. He wanted to die. He screamed at the top of his lungs and then, when it felt like hours later, the pain just stopped. Harry fainted, but before he did faint he heard voices. Was it really Ron Weasley he heard?



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"Harry!" a voice screamed.

'Not yet', Harry wanted to say. 'Just one more minute. It hurts so much.'

"Wake up Harry!"

'Wait, was that Ron's voice?'

"Harry!"

His whole body burned. Never had he experienced a deeper pain than this. He opened his eyes slowly, but it was dark, he was still blind.

Why was he blind? Why couldn't Amy heal him? Maybe she could, but didn't want to...

"Harry! Are you alright?" It was Ron. He sounded concerned.

"Ron... Where's...Amy?" Harry asked. He tried not to let out the scream of pain and the tears.

"Harry! Are you all right?" It was Ron. He sounded very concerned. "Harry? What are you looking at?" Harry bit his lip so he woudn't scream.

"Ron...I need...to...talk to...Sandra. Now!" he whined.

"I'll go and get her", said Ron, who saw that Harry was in deep pain. The next second he heard Sandra next to him.

"Sandra...It hurts", Harry said and hoped that Sandra would heal him fast.

"OK Harry. Where does it hurt?" Sandra asked. She seemed very calm. Harry got a little mad at her. Why didn't she just heal him? Couldn't she see that he was in pain?

"It hurts...everywhere", Harry succeded to say.

"OK, Harry. I want you to close your eyes and try to relax. I know it's hard to relax, but this is very important."

Harry thought it was unnecessary to close his eyes, he was blind, but he did as she said. "Good Harry", Sandra said. "Now I want you to take a deep breath that will last for three seconds. Harry took a deep breath and felt somehow...better..."

He felt Sandra's hand over his heart and then he heard her calm voice again. "Now Harry, I want you to imagine yourself flying on a broomstick over a beautiful landscape. You see trees and many happy people below you. In the horizon you see a white and very big heart. And the heart gets darker and darker every minute and you have to get there before the heart gets all black.You know that something terrible will happen if you don't get to the Heart in time. So therefor you'll have to fly as fast as you can."

At first, Harry thought it was a very silly thing to imagine. But suddenly, it became brighter through his eyes and he opened them and noticed that he wasn't lying in his bed anymore. He could see! He wasn't blind anymore!

Somewhere he heard an echo of a voice. "Fly to the Heart quickly, Harry!"

Harry looked towards the horizon. A very big and white heart was getting darker. Before he even made a decision he flew towards the Heart as fast as he could. He was still in pain, but every minute that passed, Harry felt the pain fade away. He'd never get to the Heart in time. But he forced himself NOT to think like that.

"I will make it. I have to make it", Harry said, determined to get to the Heart. Suddenly he felt something in his own heart, something that he soon felt in his whole body, something that took away all of the pain and gave him something warm and pleasant.

Then, Harry noticed that he was really close to the Heart. Just a little bit left. The Heart was now bright brown and Harry reached out his right hand and… But suddeny it all became dark, as if somebody had turned off the lights. "That was just on time", he heard Sandra whisper. "For a minute I thought I'd lost you."