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Hermione lay in bed that night constantly rubbing her eyes. Whether it was some sort of pshyco-sematic effect from Madam Pomfrey telling her that her vision was declining, or if something was happening to her right there and then.

Guilt was also filling her mind from snapping at Ron and Harry earlier that night. 'Ron could have been a little more sensitive to my feelings though ...' she thought to herself.

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Hermione woke up that morning thinking the time was at least 7:00 am, but when she opened her eyes the room was still pitch black. In fact, it was so much darker than she expected, that she scared herself.

Still laying back, she waved her hand infront of her face to see if she could see it, but made no avail. Her heart began to race in her throat. She had never felt so much darkness in her life ...

'Hermione?' said a voice.

Hermione recognised it as Ginny's.

'What are you doing?' Ginny asked.

'Oh! Ginny!' said Hermione in relief. 'I'm glad you're here. Could you turn on a light or something please, it's so dark in here. I can't see a thing.'

Ginny raised her eyebrow at Hermione and looked around.

'Uhm ... Hermione -'

'Ginny, please just turn on the light. I know it's late, but I'm getting a little shaken up here.'

'Hermione ... it's 7:30 in the morning,' said Ginny carefully. 'It's daylight ...'

Hermione shot up from her bed. Her heart continued to beat faster and faster. She was now frantically waving her hands infront of her face. Ginny had to be joking ... she was kidding.

'Ok, Ginny,' said Hermione with slight indignation. 'It was a little funny at first, but now I'm not kidding. Please turn on the lights!'

Ginny didn't know what to do. Her eyes wided at the sudden realisation that Hermione couldn't see anything.

She was blind.

Hermione's breathing increased as she tried to get out of bed, spastically feeling around for something to hold onto.

'Ginny ...' she breathed hard, still feeling around. She moved towards the sound of Ginny's breath, but tripped over a pile of someone's books. 'GINNY PLEASE!' she cried, 'Turn them on! Do it! It's not funny anymore!'

The girls on Hermione's floor were beginning come up the stairs to see what all the commotion was. Hermione could hear them.

'Someone ... ' Hermione sounded as if she was hyperventilating, 'Someone please, turn them on. I -can't - see ... '

Ginny's face screwed up with sadness of the sight that was infront of her. She approached Hermione, who was on her hands and knees.

Hermione wanted so desperately to see something, anything. Even Ron's stupid face, or Harry's boringly indifferent expressions. Anything but this. This was unbearable.

'Hermione ...' said Ginny inbetween supressed sobs. 'Hermione, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.'

Ginny touched Hermione's shaking shoulder, and Hermione grabbed her arm. She held on tight, she wouldn't let go.

'No,' said Hermione, wide-eyed and completely pertfied. 'No ... no ... please no, this can't be real,' she whispered. '... GINNY TURN ON THE LIGHTS!'

Suddenly Hermione's blood curdleing shrieks filled the entire Gryffindor dormitory. The girls standing around her were holding onto eachother, both scared and anguished. They knew not what to do or say.

Loud thumping sounds were beginning to come from the staircase. The sounds continued, but no one appeared.

'It's probably the boys trying to get up here ...' whispered one of the girls, who couldn't seem tear her eyes away from Hermione, who was screaming and crying hysterically into Ginny's robes.

'What's happening up there?'called a voice that came from down the staircase. 'We can't get up! What's going on?' It was Harry's voice mingled with Ron's, and a few other guy's yells.

'GET PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL STRAIGHT AWAY!' Ginny yelled with outmost horror in her voice. She tried to comfort Hermione by strocking the top of her head, though Hermione's clammy face continued to convulsefearfully against Ginny's chest. Her shrieks became raspy, but continued ever on.

Through the brick walls, and down the damp stairs, Harry and Ron ran as fast as they could to reach Professor McGonagall, not even knowing what had happened a few floors above. All they knew was that those screams belonged to their dear friend Hermione, and that something had gone terribly wrong ...

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A/N Well, I suppose this chapter was much more serious and emotional. I can't even start to imagine the horrors one faces when they realise they have gone blind. I tried my best to describe it though, hopefully it was alright. Stay tuned for Chapter Three ...

P.S - Thanks to the ones that reviewed my First Chapter, it means a lot to me to get feedback.