A/N Heres the third chapter. J.K Rowling's world is not mine.
"What do you mean the lights are on," Ginny inquired? "I obviously have my eyes open, but it is totally dark."
"Well, honey. Umm, how do I put this," stumbled Marge.
"Spill it."
"You see you have a condition known as Hysterical Blindness."
"What do you mean, I'm blind?"
"To put it bluntly, yes," muttered Marge.
Ginny couldn't believe it. How could she be blind? She hadn't stared into the sun or gouged her eyes out. She had always had perfect vision.
"How am I blind. I mean I can tell I'm blind, but how?"
"Well, you see this condition is more Muggle than wizard, so not much is known about Hysterical Blindness in the wizarding world. But the head medi- witch is always looking towards alternative methods, so he knows a little on the subject. It seems that after umm, witnessing the tragic incident at your house, your body wanted to shut down and repress what you saw, so it shut down the connectors from your eyes to your brain. This way your brain can't process what is seen, causing you to be blind."
Ginny was finding it hard to grasp the depth of her situation. First, her whole family had been brutally massacred and now she was blind. She knew it would take awhile for her to get accustomed to her new situation.
"So will I ever see again," she quietly asked ?
"That, honey is what we don't know. From the cases that have occurred in the Muggle world, some have reversed, while others haven't. There is no cure, so all we can do is want. What we do recommend is to try and go on with your life as it was before the accident and live as normal as possible."
Normal. Ginny knew her life would never be normal again. And so for the first time since everything happened, she had a good, long cry.
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"Wake up, Ginny. You have a visitor," Marge said as she nudged Ginny awake.
"What does it matter? It's not like I can see them." "Well, they would really like to see you."
"Fine. Send them in," she conceded.
Ginny had no idea who would want to see her. It wasn't like she had any family left.
"Hello, Ms. Weasley," said a familiar, kind voice.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing. Just an old man wanting to see his assistant."
Realization struck Ginny. She could feel the proverbial light bulb going off in her head.
"Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry, Professor."
"Now, how many times have I told you to call me Albus," said Professor/Minister Dumbledore.
"Oh, sorry."
"Never mind. It's understandable. Let's talk about the business at hand. How are you doing?"
"As good as a lonely, blind person could be," thought Ginny.
"Fine," she mumbled.
"Good, Good. Now about your job."
"You've come to fire me, haven't you," said Ginny accusingly.
"No, no. I've just come to say that you may still keep your job. You have come to know your job so well that you weren't using much of your eyesight anyway."
"But what will I do with press conferences and such," wondered Ginny.
"Ah, for that I have given you an assistant. I know it sounds odd to have an assistant to an assistant, but you would have to train them anyway to take your place so I figured this would be a more agreeable situation. Plus, your assistant will be able to help you with your everyday needs if he is needed."
"So my assistant is a he," she said.
"Yes," replied Dumbledore. "He was the only suitable for the job. I hope it is fine with you."
"Yes it is fine. Now can I ask one more question?"
"Of course," replied Dumbledore.
"Do you think I'll get my eyesight back?"
"Yes, Miss Weasley. Yes, I do."
A/N Like it? I know it seems like she isn't really that saddened by her family's death, but let's just say that subconsciously she feels that the more she dwells on it the slower her recovery will be and remembered she did cry. You probably won't see another chapter until another few weeks because I'm going to be on vacation. Sorry. Please review
"What do you mean the lights are on," Ginny inquired? "I obviously have my eyes open, but it is totally dark."
"Well, honey. Umm, how do I put this," stumbled Marge.
"Spill it."
"You see you have a condition known as Hysterical Blindness."
"What do you mean, I'm blind?"
"To put it bluntly, yes," muttered Marge.
Ginny couldn't believe it. How could she be blind? She hadn't stared into the sun or gouged her eyes out. She had always had perfect vision.
"How am I blind. I mean I can tell I'm blind, but how?"
"Well, you see this condition is more Muggle than wizard, so not much is known about Hysterical Blindness in the wizarding world. But the head medi- witch is always looking towards alternative methods, so he knows a little on the subject. It seems that after umm, witnessing the tragic incident at your house, your body wanted to shut down and repress what you saw, so it shut down the connectors from your eyes to your brain. This way your brain can't process what is seen, causing you to be blind."
Ginny was finding it hard to grasp the depth of her situation. First, her whole family had been brutally massacred and now she was blind. She knew it would take awhile for her to get accustomed to her new situation.
"So will I ever see again," she quietly asked ?
"That, honey is what we don't know. From the cases that have occurred in the Muggle world, some have reversed, while others haven't. There is no cure, so all we can do is want. What we do recommend is to try and go on with your life as it was before the accident and live as normal as possible."
Normal. Ginny knew her life would never be normal again. And so for the first time since everything happened, she had a good, long cry.
()
"Wake up, Ginny. You have a visitor," Marge said as she nudged Ginny awake.
"What does it matter? It's not like I can see them." "Well, they would really like to see you."
"Fine. Send them in," she conceded.
Ginny had no idea who would want to see her. It wasn't like she had any family left.
"Hello, Ms. Weasley," said a familiar, kind voice.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing. Just an old man wanting to see his assistant."
Realization struck Ginny. She could feel the proverbial light bulb going off in her head.
"Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry, Professor."
"Now, how many times have I told you to call me Albus," said Professor/Minister Dumbledore.
"Oh, sorry."
"Never mind. It's understandable. Let's talk about the business at hand. How are you doing?"
"As good as a lonely, blind person could be," thought Ginny.
"Fine," she mumbled.
"Good, Good. Now about your job."
"You've come to fire me, haven't you," said Ginny accusingly.
"No, no. I've just come to say that you may still keep your job. You have come to know your job so well that you weren't using much of your eyesight anyway."
"But what will I do with press conferences and such," wondered Ginny.
"Ah, for that I have given you an assistant. I know it sounds odd to have an assistant to an assistant, but you would have to train them anyway to take your place so I figured this would be a more agreeable situation. Plus, your assistant will be able to help you with your everyday needs if he is needed."
"So my assistant is a he," she said.
"Yes," replied Dumbledore. "He was the only suitable for the job. I hope it is fine with you."
"Yes it is fine. Now can I ask one more question?"
"Of course," replied Dumbledore.
"Do you think I'll get my eyesight back?"
"Yes, Miss Weasley. Yes, I do."
A/N Like it? I know it seems like she isn't really that saddened by her family's death, but let's just say that subconsciously she feels that the more she dwells on it the slower her recovery will be and remembered she did cry. You probably won't see another chapter until another few weeks because I'm going to be on vacation. Sorry. Please review