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Harry was blind.

He was blind. He was blind. He was blind. He was blind. He was blind. He was blind. He was blind. He was blind. He was blind. He was blind. He was blind. He was blind. He was blind. He was blind. He was blind. He was blind. He was blind.

No matter how many times he thought it, the reality of it still didn't sink in.

He was blind! He couldn't even begin to grasp this concept. He didn't even know where he was at the moment. All he could see and feel… was black. Harry started to panic. All he could see was black! He held up his fingers to see how many he was holding but he couldn't see them! Frustrated, he almost let out a growl but covered his mouth in time. As he did so, he felt stickyness. Blood. Harry had bled earlier and it was starting to dry up. It didn't bother him as much. He wanted to know where he presently was. He took a deep breath and tentatively felt around; he could sense that he was in a closed space. Perhaps the cupboard still? He reached up and right above his head he could feel the ceiling. Yep, he was still in the cupboard. He couldn't even tell how long he's been asleep. But he knew he felt like crap. His stomach was rolling around and making funny noises- he sure was hungry! He was about to start banging on the door but stopped momentarily… he didn't want his so-called "family" knowing he was blind; they would just use this against him and taunt him even more. From what he could last recall, there were only 2 more weeks till school started and he was sure that at least a day or two has passed. So he quietly sat, wondering what to do about his disability.

snorts Harry's never heard of a wizard with any form of incapabilities… and he's the Boy-Who-Lived! The supposed "saviour of the wizarding world". He had the entire weight of the wizarding world on his shoulders.. and he couldn't even bloody see! Now how is he supposed to defeat Voldemort!

But Harry knew that there was no point in panicking. It wouldn't get him anywhere and he didn't need to stir up more trouble with Vernon. Being the stubborn boy that he is with all that Gryffindor pride, Harry decided to find a way to go about and use the blindness as a 'gift' rather as a 'deformity'.

Suddenly he heard the cupboard locks unlock. He fell to his side and pretended to still be unconscious. He heard the cupboard door open and felt like he was being watched. He heard a few mumbled words.

"Ungrateful prat." … "….rotten boy."

Harry heard something bang against the ground and the door slammed, and once again the locks resumed its rightful place. Harry cautiously felt for what hit the ground and realized it was a bowl with some sort of liquid. Chicken broth. Harry wrinkled his nose.. well, at least it's better than nothing. He drank a sip or two, but decided to leave some for later- no one knows how long it'll be before they give him another bowl of soup. He wanted to sleep but his mind was just too preoccupied with his blindness.

'Wait a second..!' Harry thought. 'I remember a charm in the advanced charms book that 'Mione gave me… All I had to do with the flick of the wand was say 'articulo conspectus' Certainly this can help me!'

The charm, when the wand was pointed in a general direction or even a specific object, allowed the wizard or witch to be told what is in that area or what the specific object is. The problem was that Harry didn't have a wand. His uncle put it away with all of his other belongings. After a minute's thought, he decided to just give it a go anyways- not like he had anything else to do with his time. So he sat there patiently just flicking his wrist and saying the words so that when he did get his wand, he would be able to get it right away. It got quite boring after, so he decided to put more feel into it..

"articulo conspectus!" he whispered indignantly. To say the least, Harry was definitely surprised when he heard "cupboard door" in his head! With his own voice too! He was a bit puzzled because he wasn't using his wand. He felt his eyes grow wide with sudden realization. Wandless magic. He. Could. Do. Wandless. Magic. It left him in awe for a few moments.

He faced another side.

"articulo conspectus!" he whispered again.

This time he heard in his head "cot".

'Interesting.. very interesting' Harry thought.

Now that he knew how to find out where he was going and what was in front of him, the problem was going about without anyone noticing he was blind. He certainly did not want everyone worrying about him… again. He hated it when people were fawning all over him asking every 2 seconds if he was alright.

'If they left me alone I'd would be alright.' Harry bitterly thought. But he instantly felt a pang of regret for thinking that- they worried cause they cared and it felt nice to be cared about. But still… he didn't need to bring more troubles into people's lives with Voldemort being back and all.

Harry sighed. He still had at least a week to figure things out.

This routine followed up until September 1. Every 2 or 3 days, the cupboard would open and Vernon, Dudley or Petunia would put a new bowl of soup on the floor and lock the door once again. He knew it was September 1st cause he heard Dudley getting ready for school and was complaining that summer was over already. He didn't even have a chance to go to Diagon Alley this year- he managed to remember another charm which read words off a parchment or book for you. It was 'acroasis' This would definitely come in handy. But he still needed his 6th year texts.

shrug he'll worry about that when he gets to school. Firstly, he needed to get to Platform 9 3/4 to hop aboard the Hogwart's Express. He banged on the door loudly. Thumping down the stairs, Harry knew it was Vernon and braced himself. He heard swearing and more swearing and the door unlocking.

Vernon opened the door and bellowed, "what do you want boy!"

Harry replied, "it's September 1.. You need to drop me off at the train station."

Vernon guffawed out loud for several long seconds. "Train? You're not getting onto any train anytime soon. No more hanging around those freaks!" and he slammed the door.

Harry was stunned. He usually found a way to go. But it seemed as if no one was coming for him. No one at all. He decided to formulate a plan to escape after the Dursley's all went to bed. What felt like days (which were really hours) passed, he quietly muttered Alohmora to unlock the locks, which to his relief, did unlock. He knew his way around the house pretty well but decided to use a new charm that he also learned. It would allow to him to see a grid, sort of like a map, in his head and the foundations around him. It didn't allow him to see, just enough to navigate around. He murmured 'navigo caecigenus' and instantly saw a grid of the Dursley's house. Harry found the room with all his stuff and mutter silencio so he could not be heard. Still using the navigating charm, he quickly left the house, and slipped on the invisibility cloak and told his head he wanted to find a route to Hogwarts. He quietly flew away into the night.

NOTES

all are latin terms that I used online translations for P

articulo conspectus – To speak and read

Acroasis – to read aloud.

navigo caecigenus - navigate blind.