After about a week, Harry still hadn't gotten his sight back. He was still in the hospital, under the care of Dr. Hermione Granger. During his second night of being in the hospital, Cho had secretly brought a doctor from St. Mungo's to see if they could fix the problem, who told them to bring him to St. Mungo's for a few hours after he was released, and they'd run some tests on his eyes.

Harry sighed, wondering what he was supposed to do without his sight, when he heard someone open the door. He reached around for his wand, before realizing he was in a muggle hospital and didnt have it, and even if he did, it wouldnt be much help without his eyesight.

"Wh--Who's there?" He asked, sitting up nervously in his bed.
"It's just me, Mr. Potter."
Harry heard Hermione's voice and relaxed a little.

"You know, you dont have to keep calling me 'Mr. Potter'. You can call me 'Harry' if you want."
Hermione smiled slightly, "Thank you..Harry," She whispered as she walked over to where he was lying.
"Lift your arm, please?" She asked, wrapping something around his upper arm.
"So, Mr. Potter.." She began.
"Harry," He corrected.

Hermione nodded silently, "...Harry. If you don't mind me asking, how did you get these burns and lose your ability to see? Dr. Jennings told me the woman who visits you every day told her that your house caught on fire, but I'm not sure I believe that." She asked as she took his blood pressure.
Harry shifted in the bed, "Why not?"
"Because your burns are about first degree. If you were in a fire long enough, and was hot enough to damage your eyes, your burns would be much worse."

"Oh..." Harry said, unable to think of anything else to say. What if she knew? He didn't want to have to take away her memory, or risk muggles knowing.
"You don't have to tell me, but I'm just letting you know. The less we know about what happened, the slighter chance you'll ever being able to correct it."
"I understand," Harry said, silently hoping the wizards at St. Mungo's could help him.

The next day, Hermione came into Harry's room telling him he was released from the hospital, and that he could go home. He smiled and tried to climb out of his bed.
Hermione walked over to him, "Here. Give me your hand. I'll lead you to the wheelchair."
Harry nodded and reached around for her hand, grabbing it firmly when he felt it. And then he felt it again. A tiny shock all over his body. He felt Hermione left go of it.
"You. It's you," He said.
Hermione pretended to be confused, "What's me?"

"That shock. I've felt it before. It's you."
"I don't know what you're talking about," She lied, "I just met you last week." She helped him into the weelchair and he sighed as Cho pushed him out of the room.


He will stay blind forever!!!! Mwahahahahah.
No just kidding. Never underestimate wizards!
Hermione's a liiiiiaaarrrrrrrrr.
Okay way too much soda for me!! Please reply.
Don't worry, he will see again ;-) Just needed a new twist and a way to meet.