A/N: Hi again! I am SOOOOOOOOO sorry it took forever! I was so busy, and then I forgot, then I chacked my email and I decided to do this story. A reviewer named Luna Lovegood 2 inspired me! So I have dedicated my story to her.

To LunaLovegood2!

P.S. I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST PEOPLE WHO ARE ACTUALLY BLIND.

Disclaimer: If I cared, you'd know. Yeah. Its not my characters. Rub it in, why dontcha??

Chapter 2----------------------------------Blind People

And now: my second year, a summary, anyway.

When I was on the train that day, they came. My worst fear. I never knew. It was horrible! It was cold. It was like I'd never be happy again. I saw Vol—Tom Riddle. It was when he was laughing as he drained me.

It was dementors.

That's when I went out.

When I came to, Everyone was crowded around an unconscious Harry. They never noticed that I too had slipped into the darkest well there is - death. I crawled into fetal position and tears ran down my face. I looked away, ashamed at my never ending weakness. I didn't see Harry crying!

Why can't I be storng, like him?

Why can't he, in turn, see that if he hadn't lived that night Voldemort attacked and killed his parents, they would have been killed by him later anyway, and that he would have taken over and enslaved us all?

Why can't my brothers see that I'd rather die than see them die for me? That I want to live my life independently, or I will never become strong like Harry Potter?

Why can't my mother see that I will grow up regardless of how long she tries to stuff me back into cribs, diapers, and bottles?

Why can't Voldemort see that once he takes over the world he'll have some 50 death eaters and nothing else? That his plans are shortended, that he has a goal that will get him nothing?

But I know. It's because they really know these things. They are just too caught up in them that they can't see what their getting into.

One thing is sure, though. These people so blind, they are stronger than I am. So should we learn from each other?

The new DADA professor wakes me from my trance. No I don't want a chocolate frog! Oh, wait, never mind, that's honey dukes. Sure, I'll take it!

When I get into school, I realize I have no friends. That last year all I had was Colin Creevey, and after he was petrified.....never mind, he probably hates me now. But he comes and sits with me. Aren't you mad? I ask. He shakes his head. I grin. My year is lloking up.

Ron was attacked! By Sirius Black. Now that I know he can get into Hogwarts, the one place that I thought that I- and Harry- could be safe. I watch Harry closely now. Sirius Black won't get him, not on my watch!!

I followed them. They went to Hagrid's in an invisibility cloak. Buckbeak, my favorite hippogriff, was gonna die! I had helped Hagris and Hermione make a case for the trial, and in return, Hermione didn't tell Ron that I rode the hippogriff daily. She also didn't tell Harry, who would've told Ron. I crawled into their little tunnel, wanting to be there for Ron, who I think just broke his leg. Then I decided I would not be wanted.

But later that evening, I walked out just in time to see Harry cast a spell and drive the dementors (aaaah!) away from two people on the ground. I gasped in shock. The two people across the lake were---- Hermione and Harry! (Of course later I demanded that hermione tell me about the clones. She told me about her time turner! And that Sirius Black is innocent, and all about his relevance to Harry. She demanded I tell her why I followed them. After I told I burst into a tearful explanation about how useless and weak I am. She hugged me and cried herself.)