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Summary: Can a blind Harry overcome his disability and do as the prophecy intended? Sixth Year fic, spoilers for OoTP.

Dare Devil: Man Without Fear


Chapter One: The Accident

Privet Drive was an immaculate street in Little Whinging, Surrey with perfectly manicured lawns and pruned bushes surrounding each of the houses. It was a normal street with normal residents, save for one house in particular; Number 4, which contained the Dursleys and their nephew. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley and their son Dudley were normal enough-at least in the way that they were like their neighbors. Their nephew, Harry Potter, however was far from normal. For you see, Harry Potter was a wizard. He had been attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the past five years, learning-as his aunt said-all sorts of freakish things.

Said wizard lay on his bed in the smallest bedroom staring up at the ceiling, attempting, without success, to clear his mind of all thoughts. Each time he almost had it, Sirius would creep up on him-the way he fell so gracefully to his death, the shock on his face-or the final words of the prophecy. Neither can live while the other survives…it was a horrifying prospect; to be murderer or victim. And then he would remember that if he had just tried this hard when Snape was teaching him, he wouldn't have to be thinking about that stuff right now.

The last thought, would of course start the slow, burning anger that he felt towards the potions master and Harry's concentration would be shot. The young wizard sighed. It had only been three days since his return to the hated house he shared with his unwelcoming relatives, yet it felt like a year or two. With only two or three hours of sleep a night before he woke, fearful of a dream Voldemort might send, and long days spent trying to find something to occupy his mind, time passed at an incredibly slow rate.

While the Dursleys were being far kinder than they had in the fifteen years he'd lived with them, he could still see the disgust and fear in their eyes whenever they saw him, made tenfold by the threat they had received only three days earlier from Professor Lupin, Mad Eye Moody, Mr. Weasley and Tonks. It was by far the easiest thing to do, simply to ignore them. He came and went from the house as he pleased, and whenever he asked to watch the news, he was allowed. The Dursleys simply ignored him.

Finally fed up with his inability to clear his mind, Harry decided to get up and take a walk outside. It was after two a.m., but that didn't faze him. He knew he'd be safe enough, with Order members following him around. While he couldn't see them, he was certain they were in the vicinity. He walked as quietly as he could down the stairs, pausing at his aunt and uncle's door to listen to the sound of their breathing. They were asleep. He didn't stop at Dudley's door-his fat whale of a cousin was probably out with some of his 'friends' torturing cats or something because if Harry didn't have a curfew, then Dudley certainly shouldn't have to have one either.

Harry wandered the streets of Little Whinging, pausing only once at a spot on Magnolia Crescent where he had first seen his godfather in Animagus form-though Harry hadn't known that at the time. It was a nightly-or daily depending on what time he went out-ritual, and it made him feel somewhat better to remember every moment he'd ever had with Sirius Black. Even the ones where he had believed the man to have betrayed his parents. After several minutes, Harry resumed his tour of the town, thoughts of Sirius filling his mind, and emotions filling his heart and threatening to spill over in the form of tears that were prickling at the backs of his eyes. He didn't try to hold them back, but they never did as threatened.

Some time later, Harry found himself in the industrial district. It was a new area of town, and one Harry had been avoiding for the past three days, almost feeling that something would happen to him if he went further than the first warehouse. He was just deciding to return to the Dursleys when a loud scream rang out. Without thinking, heart pounding, Harry ran towards the sound. He hadn't taken his wand with him-not only because he felt the Order members guarding him would protect him, but because a small portion of him hoped something would hurt him, so that he could see Sirius again-but that didn't deter him.

Soon, he became lost in the sameness of the warehouse fronts and backs, and paused in disorientation, unsure where to go from there. Harry glanced around nervously and spit out a curse. Had it been a trick? Was he going to die now, after once more foolishly blundering in like some sort of hero? Just as he was about to turn around and try to find his way out, he heard the scream again. It was much closer this time, and sounded a lot like his cousin.

Harry once again pelted towards the sound, blood rushing through his ears at the thought of what he might find. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would never forgive him-and despite his feelings towards the portly youth, Harry would never forgive himself either-if anything happened to Dudley.

As he raced around the corner, he saw to his great surprise, not Death Eaters torturing his cousin, but Dudley's own friends. The fat boy was tied to a barrel marked 'biohazard', and Piers Polkiss and the other boys were poking him with a stick. After a brief thought of simply leaving his cousin to feel what all the kids he'd ever picked on feel, Harry decided to help him out. After all, what would happen if that barrel should get punctured?

"Leave him alone," Harry commanded as he walked into sight.

At first, the boys simply ignored him, then Piers turned around and gasped. The others followed suit. Harry had to force himself not to laugh. Really, the whole group wasn't much more intelligent than Crabbe and Goyle put together, but at least they had someone with some intelligence leading them. Still, this was a serious situation, and he locked gazes with Piers. He ignored Dudley who was looking at him with a mixture of fear and hope.

"What'd you say?" Polkiss hissed.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Here. Let me say it in a way your tiny brain might understand. 'Leave….him….a…looooone.'" He drawled out each word as if speaking to a slow and difficult child. Which, really, he was.

This of course did not go over well with the group and they charged him as one. Harry spit out a curse. He hadn't really thought what might happen, but he should have figured on this. One or two he could probably have taken, but not six. He quickly turned around and ducked back behind the corner he'd come in from. Fortunately, he was quick, much quicker than the thugs counted on.

He led them through the maze of buildings, hoping to get them lost so he could at least have some time to go back and untie his cousin. Then Dudley could use his new cell-phone-if he hadn't broken it yet-to call the police. Ducking beneath an empty truck to rest his sore legs, he watched as Piers told the others to split up. Harry grinned. His plan was working so far. Now, he just needed to remember how to get back to Dudley.

Waiting for the rat faced kid to leave the area, Harry rolled out from under the truck and pulled himself to his feet. He didn't relish the thought of more running, but he had to take advantage of the lead he'd given himself. Surprisingly enough, he found his way back to the biohazard area with ease. He fell against the side of the container Dudley was tied to, and slumped to the ground, trying to catch his breath. Then he stood up and quickly undid the ropes restraining the boy.

"All right, Dudley?"

Dudley nodded and opened his mouth as if to say something, but then he closed it and stared at Harry for a minute. Finally, he asked, "Why?"

Harry frowned, confused. "Why, what?"

Dudley made an impatient noise that sounded like a horse clearing its throat. "Why'd you save me?"

"Oh," Harry blinked, "Well…because…it's the right thing to do." He was suddenly uncomfortable, remembering what Hermione had said not long before; You've got…well something of a hero complex….

"Oh," Dudley replied, "Well…thanks."

Before Harry could say anything to that, or to ask what had happened to get him tied up, a shout echoed throughout the small enclosure. "Get 'em!"

Harry and Dudley groaned as the rat faced kid and his thugs ran into the area. Piers was grinning manically, and the others were growling menacingly. Harry grabbed Dudley and forced his cousin behind him, which in hindsight was rather stupid of him. Dudley could at least help fend them off.

Dudley seemed to think the same thing, because he threw Harry's arm from him and stepped up beside him. Harry didn't look at his cousin, but felt a rush of gratitude at the showed support that he had never before received from any of his relatives, although, he would probably be blamed for this whole incident later. Right now, however, he was more worried about keeping his and Dudley's skins intact.

"Lookit you, rat face," Dudley sneered, "Can't even beat up a skinny little freak properly."

Harry glanced at his cousin askance, but didn't comment. Piers took the taunting to heart and howled with anger. He rushed at Dudley and Harry, with the others on his tail. Dudley showed his newfound skill at boxing by easily sidestepping the rush and punching Piers on the side of the face. The smaller boy went down into a heap, unconscious.

Harry gaped at Dudley. "Why didn't you do that to him before he tied you up?" He asked incredulously.

"Thought he was my friend," Dudley grunted with a shrug, then staggered to the side when one of the other boys took advantage of their distraction and punched him.

Harry was grabbed from behind, but quick reflexes that had allowed him to capture a golden ball with wings that was the size of a walnut, allowed him to easily twist out of the bind, just in time to avoid being hit by the fourth member of Dudley's gang. Unfortunately, it also put him in the path of the fifth boy who took the opportunity to hit him in the gut. Harry doubled over, gasping for breath, but didn't have much time before the sixth and third member grabbed him and held him in place while the fifth and fourth took turns hitting him.

All at once, Harry found himself free, and he looked to see Dudley had finished off his own assailant and was now pummeling one of the boys who had been holding Harry. The other boy tried to circle around to get Dudley from behind, but Harry tripped him up, sending him flying into the other two. One of them jumped free and pushed Harry backwards.

For a moment, Harry remembered his godfather falling backwards in much the same manner, and wondered if he was going to meet the same fate. It was only a moment, but it was enough to have kept him from trying to regain his balance and he fell into the barrel that Dudley had been tied to mere moments before. At first, Harry didn't think anything had happened, except that the back of his head hurt royally, then he screamed out as a burning pain filled his eyes.