Hey all. How are you? I'm feeling very tired and I have sore fingers, not that should bother you, anyway:

Tyler

Thank you so much. I'm so glad that you like my Draco. I'm trying to portray him as someone who changes with experiences. I like your ideas as well and they align with my own so something like that will happen in the next chap.

RYoung

Slash is coming

Ko-chan

I did. Thanks

frizzy

Thank you for your praise

Poppy-Chan

Thank you so much. I hope you continue to enjoy the story.

S.Wing

Here is the next chap

Marzipan

I tried to make it as realistic as I could. There is no way, if Harry never even thought of it before, automatically think about it. Thank you.

BlackMoon

I'm glad you noticed. I was wondering if anyone did.

chibidark angel

Harry and Hermione are already drifting and it will get more and more strained. I will give Blaise something back, just not yet. Ginny is understanding, but still upset. The discussion will happen and I like the idea. Thank you once again for the long review. I love reading them.

Subaru

I'm really glad you are enjoying it. I'm trying to show Pansy in a kinder light. She's just a girl who had been mislead and now she is happy with Ron.

Now that is out of the way, on with the show.

Harry Potter not mine. Wish it was, but it's not. I can't even finish my own story's (Four at least in progress, fully planned out) so how could I have wrote this?

Anyway,

DARKNESS OR LIGHT. WHAT IS YOUR CHOICE?

The Sight Potion And The Next Morning

"Hey Harry. Where's your glasses?"

Harry winced at the person standing in front of him, making out a blurry figure with red hair. "Ron?" he asked questioningly. The blurry head made up and down motions and Harry sighed in relief. "Thank God. Do you think you could take me to the Infirmary? I can't see where I'm going."

"Of course," Ron replied, grasping Harry's wrist and pulled him along the corridor. "Repeating the question. Where are your glasses?"

"If I knew," Harry stumbled slightly and moaned, "I wouldn't be wandering around, half blind now would I?"

"Temper temper!" Ron replied amicably. "I could just let you wander if you prefer it."

Harry heard his best friend snigger lightly and shook his head in annoyance. "I'm so glad that you find this amusing Ron. I fell asleep by the lake and when I woke up, they were missing. I don't even remember taking then off."

"How in hell could you lose a pair of glasses in the middle of a field?" Ron was still sniggering. "Maybe someone half inched them!"

"Ron, why would someone in their right mind, steal an old, broken, large, cheap pair of glasses?" Harry asked sceptically. "Even I hate them."

"One of your avid fans," Ron mused, pulling Harry into the infirmary. "I mean, It's just the kind of thing that 'Creepy' Colin would do."

Harry shuddered as Ron pulled him towards one of the unoccupied beds and sat him down. "Please Ron, don't mention him. You would think that he would have grown out of that phase by now, and his brother is his backup."

"Never mind Harry, let me just get Madame Pomfrey." Ron released Harry's wrist, leaving him alone.

Harry stared around him, making out the blurry images of empty beds around him. Groaning in frustration, he flopped back on the bed, his arms flung out to the sides. He was actually surprised that he had made it back into the school by himself. When he had woken up, he had felt slightly disorientated since it was the first time in a while that he had woken up without the after affect of his dreams. He hadn't dreamed anything, but was actually woken up by his chest burning. Placing a hand to the burning point, he felt his necklace underneath his robes. It was warm and he had drawn it out in curiosity. He stared at it but found nothing out of the ordinary.

"What happened this time Mr Potter?"

Madam Pomfrey's voice sounded on the other side of the infirmary and Harry sat up. He watched as a tall blurry figure with a reddish top walked over to him, followed by a smaller figure in white.

"My glasses are missing." Harry replied to the nearing figure of Madame Pomfrey. "I can hardly see a thing. Do you have anything I could use until I go to Hogsmeade tomorrow to buy a new pair? They do sell glasses in Hogsmeade, don't they?"

"They do." The nurse walked past his bed, heading for her potions room.

Ron returned to the side of the bed and patted his shoulder. "Good thing it's Halloween tomorrow, right Harry! Oh yeah, looking forward to the dinner?"

"Of course Ron." Harry's face acquired a worried look. "But I'm not so sure about the Inn. Shouldn't we just come back here after the meal?"

"Nah. It'll be fine, besides, Dumbledore has already booked the four rooms for us."

"Four?" Harry was surprised. "I thought we were sharing rooms?"

"Yeah well." Ron scratched his head, (at least, that's what Harry thought he was doing) and replied in a sheepish tone, "Pansy and Hermione don't get on very well, and I wanted my own room so I thought four would be a better idea."

"I suppose..." Harry trailed off as Madame Pomfrey headed back to the bed and held out a beaker to him.

"Drink this straight down. It will help."

Harry took it from her, stared at the bluish looking liquid warily, then downed it. It didn't taste half as bad as he thought it would, rather, it tasted of kiwi's and honey. The taste was familiar somehow. Not the honey, but the kiwi. Harry had never eaten kiwi before but had tasted a fruit drink of it years ago. It wasn't the fruit drink he was reminded of though.

"Well? Did it work?"

Harry stared towards the nurse and blinked a couple of times. Her face was very clear and he watched as her eyes widened and she gasped.

"What? What is it?" Harry turned towards Ron, who just stared at him. "Ron?"

"You... Your eyes Harry." Ron sat down heavily. "They're glowing. I... I can't look away from you!"

"Glowing?"

"Close your eyes Harry, or look away. Please." Ron practically whimpered.

Confused, Harry closed his eyes. "There. Is that better?" He heard a sigh from both the nurse and Ron, then he heard the shaky voice of Madame Pomfrey.

"When you are worked up Harry, the potion will affect your eyes slightly. Please try to keep your emotions under check today and tomorrow, for that's how long the potion will work. Make sure you buy your glasses. I'll send an owl ahead with information on the lens strength needed. They'll be ready for you when you get there tomorrow."

With that, she walked away from the bed. She wasn't telling him everything, Harry could tell from her voice. He willed himself to take calm, steadying breaths, then opened his eyes again.

"Are they okay?" he asked Ron tensely.

Ron nodded at him and smiled. "They're fine now, although they are a lot brighter than before. You have a mesmerizing gaze Harry!"

"Yeah yeah." Harry got up from the bed and walked out of the Infirmary, Ron following behind him. "Let's go back to the tower Ron. I'm tired."

~~

Madame Pomfrey waited until the two boys had walked down the corridor, before walking towards the fireplace. She pulled out a handful of powder from a small wooden pot on the mantelpiece, then threw it into the fire.

"Professor Dumbledore."

The fire crackled and then a transparent head appeared with a pop in the flames.

"What is it Poppy?"

Madame Pomfrey stared at the head in her fire, wringing her hands with worry. "Albus. Harry Potter was just in here, needing a temporary potion to restore his eyesight. He's lost his glasses."

"What happened?" the head in the fire asked sharply. Were his eye's glowing?"

"Yes," the nurse whimpered. "Oh Albus, it was scary. I couldn't move....."

"Calm down," he replied. "Are his eyes okay now?"

"They are." Madam Pomfrey composed herself. "He'll be getting new glasses tomorrow. If you could owl ahead and tell Ash Tares ..."

"I will. Don't worry Poppy. He knows what to do." The head in the fire disappeared with another pop.

Madame Pomfrey sighed and shook her head. If that poor boy ever found out! She turned away from the fire and walked back to her office. He would never forgive any of them!

~~

Did you steal Harry's glasses?"

Draco stared at a heavily panting Ron, while standing with one foot inside his portrait hole and a hand on the frame. Blinking a few times, he ushered the Prefect into his common room and closed the portrait after him.

"Sorry, what?" he asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Ron, ignoring all of the incredulous stares from the younger Slytherins sitting around the common room, sat himself down on a curved chair by the wall where Parkinson was curled up, reading a book. Said book was soon forgotten when she noticed Ron was sitting next to her. She squealed in delight then glomped him, attaching herself to his mouth eagerly in a kiss which he returned with equal vigour.

Draco watched the display with wide eyes, along with half the common room, then groaned, picked up a glass of water which was sitting on a nearby table and threw it at the snogging pair. Ron and Parkinson gasped and separated, water dripping in their hair. Parkinson glared at him, then got up and stormed down the stairs to her dorm room. Ron looked at him questioningly.

"What was that for?"

"I thought you were her to ask me a question, not snog your girlfriend." Draco snapped. The long day had finally got to him and he was exhausted.

"I don't know." Ron grinned up at him and lounged in the chair. "I suppose I did but that was a pleasant little bonus. Did you know, when Pansy kisses, she...."

"RON!" Draco yelled at the grinning Gryffindor with more than a little irritation.

"Sorry," Ron shrugged. He beckoned to Draco, who took a seat next to him. "Did you take Harry's glasses?" He said quietly.

"Take Harry's glasses!" Draco repeated dumbly, then his face turned whiter than it already was and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a pair of large framed black glasses. "Oh no."

"What happened?" Ron whispered eagerly, edging forward. "How did you get them without his knowing?"

Sighing, Draco told Ron what had happened that afternoon at the lake.

"Whoa Draco! Have you had a busy day. First you come out to Blaise, then you grope Harry outside in the open. I'm impressed."

"I am not gay!" came out of Draco's mouth automatically

"Uh huh!" Ron sniggered. "So, what would you say you was then? You are in love with a guy!"

"I'm not." Draco faltered, thinking for a moment. "The definition of gay, or homosexual, is a male who likes other males in the sexual way. I don't like other males. I've never liked anyone in that way, ever. Just Harry and only Harry. So, to be exact, I am not gay!"

"Fine, whatever." Ron shrugged. "I'm not bothered. I'm just here to tell you about tomorrow and to retrieve Harry's glasses."

"No." Draco slipped the frames back into his pocket. "First off, it's about time he got a new pair, and secondly, no!"

"Hey, I don't care. Keep them." Ron sat forward. Okay. Let discuss Halloween."

~~

Halloween, dawned dark and murky, compared to the quite sunny day before. Ron pulled back the curtains of his bed and stared at the dark sky outside with a groan. Wet weather clothes would be a necessity today.

"Ron?" Harry's voice was heard from behind his curtains. "Is it time to get up?"

He sounded exhausted, Ron mused. He had gone to bed early the night before but had tossed and turned for most of the night. Ron knew this because he had woken up a couple of times to hear groaning from his bed.

"Yup. Rise and shine, for the sun isn't." Ron walked to the bathroom, tugging on every bed curtain as he walked the circle of the dorm room, releasing cries from each bed.

"Ron. What the hell are you doing?"

"Bugger off will ya!"

"I'm up. I'm up."

Ron laughed and ran from the dormitory in high spirits. Today was going to be great fun. A great day in Hogsmeade, a nice dinner, courtesy of his brothers and a night in the Inn, where Draco wrapped up the evening.

~~

The great hall was practically dead! Ron and Harry sat down at an empty Gryffindor table, bar Pansy who waved then over with a smile.

"Morning love," she leaned over and kissed Ron on the cheek when he had sat down beside her.

Harry sat on her other side and Ron watched as he poured a few beans on his plate and a couple of rasher's of bacon, then swirl them around. He then picked up the cup of tea which had appeared on the table next to his plate.

"Not hungry Harry?" he asked worriedly. Harry hadn't looked up at him properly that morning and had hardly said anything, but at his concerned tone, he looked up. His eyes were bright. Just as bright as they had been the night before, although fortunately they were not glowing.

"Wow Harry. Where are your glasses?" Pansy asked in an awestruck voice. "Your eyes really stand out without them."

"Lost them," he muttered. "Gotta get a new pair today." Pansy nodded in acknowledgement.

"Not a problem. We've got the whole day." She put a piece of bacon into her mouth. "Have you packed?"

"Yup." Ron nodded. "Did it last night. So did Hermione. "We'll grab our bags in an hour and meet in the entrance hall."

The two sitting beside him nodded in agreement and Ron began spooning food onto his plate.

"Hey guys." Hermione sat down at the table directly opposite Harry and reached over and grabbed his hand. "How are you this morning?" The last question was actually aimed at Harry but Ron answered it.

"We're fine. Looking forward to today?"

"Of course." Hermione sat back in her chair, letting go of Harry's hand and smiling at him. Ron noticed that she gave Harry's plate an appraising look but didn't comment. "When are we going?"

"In about an hour." Pansy replied to her question, much to Ron's surprise. Usually, she took measures to avoid speaking to Hermione. She ruffled Harry's hair, kissed Ron on the cheek again, then stood up. "Well, I'll meet you in the entrance hall. I've got to make sure my overnight bag has got everything." She left the table and Hermione mumbled something under her breath. Ron looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Did you say something Hermione?"

Hermione shook her head and Ron grinned. "Good. Let me eat this, then we'll go."

~~

Right. I know this chapter is short, but my keyboard it broken and it took me twice as long to type it up. (The spacer bar and the left arrow button have to be literally banged to make them work.) We need a new one.

Right. I know that I said the Hotel room was going to be this chapter, but I had to add to the mystery a bit more. It will get darker.

Next chap will be up as soon as we get a new keyboard. Please review this

Love Rie

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