Chapter 2: Behind Blue Eyes

Sam sat on the Hogwarts Express early September the first. Despite how long he had been using magic to see he still couldn't get used to it. He stared out the window, taking in his surroundings like he had so much over the past few weeks. The color was enchanting and he couldn't get enough of it. Then his thoughts would drift back to 'would this last?' and that he didn't have the answer to. Oh how much he would give to have this last, but he didn't know why it he thought it may not.

He was very confused at what he was now experiencing and the one thing he hoped more than anything was that he would fit in, somewhere. Sam sighed and shook away his thoughts and stared back out the window. His eyes fell upon a lovely brunette girl. She was hugging a taller boy which he figured was her boyfriend. He shrugged and leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes.

If I am about to have a big year than I should probably get some rest before tonight. He thought with a smile. He knew just as much as the regular 6th year students it just took him a lot longer to learn it. When it came to magic seeing and hearing worked hand in hand in his case he would be missing one very important hand. Though in quite a few ways he was glad that he had been born blind, his other senses were twice as strong as they would be because he had to use them more to get by.

Meanwhile out on the Platform the trio was getting ready for a brand new year at Hogwarts. Hermione shared her exciting summer with the boys, which consisted of visiting relatives and vacations in Italy. She had also retold a very interesting story of a specific patient her father had. Both Harry and Ron, despite their teasingly bored expressions, laughed at this last bit. Harry had once again told them of a summer with the Dursley's and how Dudley had been caught smoking with his mates at the corner of the park that they liked to tear apart when no one was looking. Petunia had, of course, denied that Dudley would ever do such a thing and he ended up getting off easier than he should have, but Harry enjoyed it all the same. His uncle Vernon ended getting aggravated at him and sent him away for the rest of the summer. Luckily Petunia, searching very deep down in that tiny heart of hers, allowed Harry to go to Ron's even after Vernon's rants about it. After Harry had finished his fun filled story at the Burrow, Ron had really nothing else to say because Harry had summed up his summer for him, which made Ron very upset. Harry had of course apologized and all was forgiven.

"Well if it isn't Hogwarts' dream team, god save us all." Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned around, out of habit, and frowned. Malfoy just had to spoil their good times. "Aw, why such the sour faces, oh wait that's the way you look all the time isn't, mudblood?" Malfoy sneered at the three and pushed past them. Ron's face was steadily growing redder as Malfoy walked into the train, the obvious smirk plastered on his pale white face.

"I can't stand him. His father gets shut away in Azkaban for being a deatheater and he still walks around like he owns the place. It's like he has.. has.." Ron couldn't find the words to finish his statement so Hermione finished for him.

"No shame?" She offered.

"Yeah." Ron said angrily.

"Really Ron, he's not worth you getting so worked up over. He's not worth anything." Hermione said with a reassuring smile and patted him on the back.

"She's right Ron. Malfoy isn't worth you getting so worked up." Ron nodded and the three walked onto the train just as the conductor called for the rest of the passengers to load the train. Hermione smiled as a new group of first years scrambled to make it in the train on time making for a interesting view as the six of them tried to get through the door at once. Ron grabbed her hand and pulled through the isle and compartments until they found an empty one. Ginny joined them in a matter of minutes along with one of her friends, who was not a girl. Ron got rather upset by this, but Hermione told him he was being silly.

Hours passed as the Hogwarts students made their way from London, England to the heart of Scotland. The scenery was the same as always. Rolling hills and mountains in the back. Every once and a while there was a group of trees that would resemble what should be a forest, but they were passing through the country side so most of the rather big forests were still left to be seen.

Hermione had ruined the groups peaceful silence when she told them they should change into their Hogwarts robes. Harry and Ron nod and follow her out to find a place to change. Ginny's friend, who's name is Kyle, left as well while Ginny changed where she was. She was already wearing most of what she was supposed to be anyway so it's not like she showed anything.

Minutes later the trio slid open the compartment door again and sat back down. Patiently, or in Ron's case impatiently, awaiting that night's feast. As the train stopped at Hogsmeade Station the students filed out in clumps of three or four. Sam was the last one out of the train, but before he could follow the rest of the students someone tapped him on the shoulders and motioned for him to follow. He followed without a second glance at the conversing students piling into the horseless carriages.

"Headmaster why can't I go with the others?" Sam asked after a few moments. He was taken into a building and over to a fire place.

"There will be a special introduction for you." He said simply said. Sam eyed him with curiosity. Dumbledore smiled at this. "Sam you are very special boy and to add a new student that is not a first year." Sam nodded and went back to watching the Headmaster, both in wonder and confusion. He was finally attending Hogwarts, finally. Sam smiled widely and watched the elderly man pull out some greenish gray powder and toss it into the fire place. Green sparks emitted and bright green flames erupted out of nowhere.

"We're flooing?" Sam asked rubbing his nose and eying the fireplace. The elderly man told the fireplace something, but Sam really wasn't paying attention. He had never flooed before so he was a bit hesitant to step in to fire, which anyone with common sense knew hurt when you touched it.

"Step through Sam." Sam frowned slightly. He walked slowly to the front of the fireplace and stood there. He cracked one of his knuckles and stepped into the flame. He was completely expecting there to be some sort of pain, mainly brought with the fact he'd been living in the muggle world way too long and also could never see the fire whenever someone had flooed before. Sam had to admit seeing things made the world a lot more scary sometimes.

The whirling of of brown and green was making him rather sick at his stomach. Right as he was hoping it would stop he fell out into a small room, dimly lit that reminded him of the type of study his father used to have. He could hear the clatter of metal and an uproar from behind the door near the left side of the room, well from where he was standing it was the left.

"The first years will be here shortly." Sam turned around and dusted himself off and nodded. "After they are sorted , you will be." Sam nodded once again. Dumbledore gave him a look that said 'stay here' and Sam did what he was told. He listened to the first years walk through the Great hall doors and to their names be called off one by one. "Slytherin!" here and a "Hufflepuff!" there. Sam began to get rather nervous. He didn't know what to expect. He couldn't know what to expect. He listened again as the student body clapped as the last name was called, or so they thought.

"Before I allow you to eat and go through the start of terms notices, I would like for you to sit tight for one extra student to be sorted." Sam heard the headmaster say and he slowly crept towards the door. He opened it just a crack and looked out to see part of what looked to be the Gryffindor table and the head table. Dumbledore turned around and eyed the door. "Sam?" He said motioning for him to come out. Sam opened the door and walked out. He walked past the head table and over to the stool, all the while looking at his feet. He sat down on the stool like all the rest of the students and waited for the hat to be placed on his head. He was still looking down at his new black shoes. "Hastings, Sam." McGonagall said and placed the hat on his head. "Gryffindor!" it finally yelled. Sam looked at the headmaster, who just smiled kindly, as he walked over to the edge of the Gryffindor table. He heard some Slytherin say, "He looks a bit old to be a first year." and the people around him laugh. Sam sighed, he was used to this type of torment. When he finally looked up he heard a whole load of gasps escape the lips of the kids around him. His brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what they were all looking at.

"Is it possible to have that blue of eyes?" Ron asked Hermione. Hermione shrugged and looked Sam in the face. It was true, she had never met someone have such electrifying eyes before. It was as if they shined as lightning did went it struck the ground. She noticed Sam look back down at his plate. It was sure, no one had seen eyes like those before which, to Hermione, meant there was magic behind it and she wasn't going to figure out why.

Author Note: Yeah I don't like these either, but here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Just thought you all should know that I came up with this story in study hall one day when I asked my friend what would happen if a disabled person went to Hogwarts? One thing lead to the next and here is this story. Please review. I would greatly appreciate it.

X- Forgotten Girl