See No Evil

Chapter Two:

Changes

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I'd be JK and never end the Harry Potter books.

Chapter summary: Draco awakes to his new fait and quite a few changes. Even some that are accidental by a Weasley that isn't too good with magic...

Draco awoke at the sound of voices hovering into his brain. His head throbbed like the crucio affect he last remembered and he had yet to gain access to his eye focus. Now that he thought of it… were his eyes still closed? Try as he might, his eyes wouldn't seem to open.

"I think he's awake!" Someone exclaimed to the side of him. He turned his head at the direction of the sound and tried again to focus on who was speaking. Again, nothing would seem to make his eyes re-open. "Are you alright, Malfoy?" The voice was feminine and full. Draco narrowed his eyes. Blackness surrounded him.

"Is it dark in here?" He asked, sitting up on his elbows. There was silence and a whisper of words. Draco's arm was throbbing as well; the mark, he was sure, was bleeding, dripping blood into the bandage he realized was placed on it. "Will someone answer me?" He asked.

"Alright, Malfoy." The same voice cooed in his ear. The breath tingled his cheek and gave him slight Goosebumps." Let Madam Zelwage get here first." A hand brushed across his and held it slightly. Draco blushed slightly only because he wasn't used to having this much attention (usually Harry-The-Boy-Wonder-Potter was) and tried again to see some form of anyone in the room. Much to his dismay, he would not see a thing.

"Who the Hell is Madam Zelwage?" He sneered. He heard the soft creak of a door and more whispers. The person next to him shifted, in Draco's opinion uncomfortable, and made a gulping sound.

"Alright, everyone! Out!" A low deep voice demanded. Now Draco knew why the person had gulped. He estimated by the sound alone that this woman's bells rang in a jangle of a larger sort. This woman had to be big, hairy, and rough looking. Maybe a woman pro-wrestler sort with a hairy lip as well. The hand that was holding his let go immediately. "You too." He heard someone to his right stand up and walk away from him. Reluctantly he leaned back in his bed.

"Will someone please tell me what the bloody Hell is going on?" He whined. He closed his eyes and sighed. – Wait a moment. He closed his eyes? Draco opened his eyes and saw blackness. Nothing. He closed his eyes and got the same effect. "Eh?"

Confused.

"Hold your arm out." The rough feminine voice demanded. It wasn't the one that had held his hand, Draco knew. He held out his left arm and the woman's pudgy fingers pressed his wrist. "Your pulse is normal. – Dumbledore should be notified immediately. – And what in Heaven's name are you lot still doing in here?"

Even more confused.

"Sorry." A deep bloke voice apologized. "I just wanted to see Malfoy's face when he hears. --- Ooof!" There was the sound of someone punching the man in the chest. And a whisper of, 'that's not nice!' "Well, bloody Hell! I don't have to be nice to the man, do I?"

"Someone tell me what's going on right now," Draco demanded, "Or I'll string the lot of you up by your knickers!" If he could find their knickers to begin with. The idea of not being able to see was getting on his nerves. Was someone playing a practical joke? He feared something much greater, and to his shock, his intuition was correct.

"Can I tell it?" The soft feminine voice asked. "He might as well here the truth from someone who doesn't INSULT him all the time."

"Oh, alright. Just watch the big baby until I send an owl to Dumbledore." The rough woman said, foots beating across the room, and a door was heard slammed. Draco tried to sit up but was afraid to move. He tried to recall any memories of what had happened to him before… but it all seemed so fuzzy… there was a bar… and a few…

"Malfoy?" The man's voice asked. "You look terrible."

"You're not so hot yourself… whomever you are." Draco sneered slightly, now becoming afraid as each second passed him by. What was going on? Why wasn't anyone explaining anything to him? A set of light footsteps approached him and someone's body sat next to him on the edge of the bed. Draco closed his eyes and gave out a long breath. "Whatever it is, just tell me already. Where am I, first off?"

"Y-You're in St. Mungo's." It was the feminine voice that had requested to tell him. Draco felt slightly better. Only slightly.

"What am I doing here?" Draco screamed out. He sat up on his elbows again and opened his eyes. "N-No…" St. Mungo's was a place for lunatic people! People who went through harrowing experiences involving magic – someone who had vexing curses placed on them. Evil curses. He shook his head and grasped around for something. What he found was someone's delicate hand. They slowly took a hold of his and shushed him. There was a hint of worry in their voice.

"Malfoy, do you recall anything of what happened three weeks ago?" Draco shook his head. He couldn't even recall his own name at the moment. 'Draco' he told himself. 'Your name is Draco Malfoy.'

"I see…" The voice continued. "They must have modified your memory a small amount… even though that IS illegal…" The someone who was talking helped Draco sit up. Draco insisted he could do it on his own, but she still ignored him, whoever she might be. "Y-You were attacked three weeks ago to this day, Malfoy. We found you…" There was a cough. "I found you in an alleyway bundled up and nearly lifeless. I brought you here because I didn't know what else to do. – Can you see me?"

There was a long pause on Draco's part. "N-No."

"I didn't think so. If you did you'd probably scream your arse off. – Malfoy… I don't know how to tell you this… you're blind, Malfoy." Draco's heart nearly stopped and his stomach dropped. Blind. The word was distasteful and gnarled on the feelings like rabid dogs gnawing on bones to survive the winter. "You've been in coma for three weeks. We didn't think you'd make it out alive." 'Not alive?' Draco wondered. 'I was going to DIE?' "We've tried everything to wake you up, but the more we tried, the more you'd be sent into some sort of deeper shock. So, I suggested we leave you alone, and… it worked!"

Silence was the only thing for quite some time. Someone scuffed his or her long feet across the tiled floor.

"I'm b-blind?" Draco stuttered out. "I'm fucking blind?" He shook his head and groaned. "Merlin… no…" He tried over and over again to focus his eyes, but nothing worked. The only thing he could recall in his memories was a sneerful face with snakelike eyes glaring at him. "No!" He frowned and held back tears. He was not going to cry again. He wasn't a pathetic overemotional boy. Someone reached out and drew him into a deep hug, their arms enclosing around his shoulders. He stiffened for a moment before allowing them to comfort him.

"Don't hug him!" The man's voice said.

"He needs it, Ronald." The feminine voice snapped. Draco caught the name and raised an eyebrow. His head began to throb. Merlin no. This was not who he thought it was. This couldn't be. Too many bad things were happening today – he didn't want this to be one of them.

"Weasley?" He asked. There was a long silence.

"Er… hi ya." The deep voice said timidly. "Way to go, now he knows who I am."

"He has every right to know who's throwing insults at him."

"I didn't think so."

"How would you feel if you were in the same predicament?"

"I wouldn't have been fooling around with Dark Magic in the first place!'

"Oh, shut up, Ronald."

"Will the both of you shut up!" Draco yelled and wrapped his arms around the girl holding him. "I'm the fucking blind one here!" The realization still hadn't fully sunk in yet; not at least up until this point did it begin. But now the realization had commenced. He wouldn't be able to see. No sight whatsoever. No looking at himself in the mirror, no more checking girls out. No more skin magazines hidden underneath his bed to take a peek at before going to bed. Never being able to enjoy watching the sunset outside his window? No more… No more walking and knowing where he was. Possibly having to use a CANE? No more sight at all.

No more sight at all.

A lump built in the middle of his throat.

"We've got to teach you some better vocabulary." The woman whispered. "But Malfoy… I'm worried about you." Draco nearly felt respected. This woman felt so excellent… and she smelled even better. Her body seemed to mold into his and he felt safe.

"How do you know who I am?" He had to ask. More silence. The woman let go of him and laid him back on the bed. "Answer me." He insisted. Even if his sight was lost, he wanted to know who was tending to him every moment. A slight fear rose upon him. Well, more fear that wasn't already occupying his none-seeing stage. "Y-You're not Pansy, are you?" His answer was a giggle.

"No."

"Bloody Hell, just tell the man so he can kick and scream!" Ron Weasley demanded. There was a sigh.

"Well, Malfoy… Think of me as a guardian angel… that has mud in her veins." Draco's heart fell into his stomach. He drew away immediately and nearly toppled off of the bed, if not for the person grabbing him and helping him gain his balance once more.

"G-Granger?" He squeaked, becoming repulsed with himself. He had let, of all the people, Granger comfort him. Hug him. Coo in his ear and make him feel, Merlin help him, safe. This had to be some sort of mistake. Someone who felt that good couldn't possibly be a mudblood. Let alone Granger.

"I didn't want to tell you because I knew you'd go ballistic," Granger told him. Draco narrowed his eyes and took in several deep breaths. This wasn't happening to him. His only comfort was Granger. In other words: gone. He was blind without a single friend near him. Did they not care? It had never occurred to Draco that he might not have so many friends… wouldn't they be here though, instead of Weasley and Granger of all people, if they were his true friends? His ego dropped slightly, but he wouldn't show it. He had to stay strong. Must be the higher status, above a wizard that disgraced the name of purebloods and a witch that defied everything he was taught about purebloods.

"How far away are you from me?" Draco asked, squirming. "You better not be near me. You might bite."

"Told you he'd act like the bastard he always was, Hermione." Ron whispered. Draco stuck out his tongue and laid back onto his bed. This was all so much to handle. He was as good as dead. Another flash of memory ran before his eyes. He saw his father snickering as he walked away with the Dark Lord, and himself lying on the ground, a bundle of skin and bones. He could barely remember a thing, but this image flashed so bright he was almost sure his sight was back for a moment. It was as if it was burned into his corneas, but just as fast as it had come, it left.

"Even though he does act like a prat, Ron, we have no choice but to tend to him. He must go back to Hogwarts this year." Hermione stated.

"Bloody Hell, you're not serious." Ron grumbled. "He can't go looking like that with his fair share of looks." 'Excuse me?' Draco thought. "– The girls will flock to him, begging to take his bags!" That was better.

"They will?" Draco smirked. He raised his head up and smiled slightly. "Am I cuter blind?" Had his eye color changed possibly?

"You're better off blind." Ron mumbled.

"RONALD!" Hermione shrieked. There was a creak of a door and heavy footsteps.

"How are you, Malfoy?" Draco heard the gruff woman voice. He smirked for a moment before shrieking out and clutching his arm.

"I-I don't know." He whispered. "I… I think I'm passing on… to the next world… so weak… need nourishment." He rolled his head back on his pillows and put on his best 'woe is me' face.

"You!" The voice belonging to Madam whomever yelled. Draco couldn't quite remember this woman's name. "Granger! Get him some soup! He looks so pale…"

"He looks that way all the time." Ron mumbled.

"Watch it, Weasley." Draco sneered. "I may be blind but I sure as hell can tell where you are in the room." Ron gulped. "Scared?"

"N-NO!" Ron shouted ghastly. "I'm not afraid of a prat like you!" There was a creak of a door. "Damn it, why Hermione is tending after you I'll never know."

"Is that an insult?" Draco questioned.

"Only if you take it as one – which it was meant as."

"Why you little…"

"Boys, that's quite enough." The large woman sitting next to Draco growled. The bed creaked and there was a large indention in the bed. This wasn't Granger, but Draco was still repulsed. This woman had to weigh at least 300 pounds! "Dumbledore shall be here sometime today, Mr. Malfoy. – I'm afraid to tell you that you may not be able to attend Hogwarts this year."

"WHAT?" Draco screamed. "B-But I'm the captain of the Quidditch Team for Slytherin! I'm their seeker!"

"Not anymore." Ron chuckled.

"Ron, stop that." A feminine voice snapped. Draco recognized it right off as Grangers. He sat up and his muscles tightened. He didn't want her anywhere near him. Why was she acting like this? Mudbloods shouldn't care for purebloods; purebloods would never care for mudbloods. "He can't even see his reflection. Give him some slack." Give him some slack. He can't even see his reflection. The words repeated in Draco's mind over and over. Never seeing his reflection again? – How would he knew what he looked like that day? What would everyone think of him? No more Hogwarts? – Questions swarmed in his brain like mad lawn gnomes. Quidditch! Draco had completely forgotten! No more QUIDDITCH?

What if Draco would never go back to Hogwarts? He could just see the look on his Mum's face. 'Draco! What has that Potter boy done to you?' But this time it wouldn't be Potter. It would be his own Father, placing a spell on him and blinding him. No, blame that on the Dark Lord. Wait. Draco was a Death Eater. What would Dumbledore have to say about that? Would he send Draco to Azkaban even though he was blind? Would Draco have to have his soul sucked out and not even have the blessing of seeing something at the last moment? Weasley would probably laugh his ass off.

The woman weighing 300 pounds stood up off the bed. Draco became very relieved.

"Here, Malfoy." Someone said to the right of him, and a light body sat next to him on the bed. Draco shifted awkwardly and tried his best to move away from Granger. He didn't want her near him.

"Why are you… being… nice?" Draco asked. He felt a tray placed on his lap. "Mudblood, answer me." There was a silence for a few moments, before Draco heard a nervous tapping of feet.

"Number one, don't call me mudblood." Hermione told him. "Number two… I feel guilty." Draco raised an eyebrow. Guilty? It wasn't as if SHE had placed this goddamn curse on him.

"Where are you?" He asked. "Where's your face?" She reached up and turned his head to the right slightly. "What did you do?" He asked, trying his best to make it appear as if he were looking her in the eyes.

"I didn't do it." She said softly. "Ron did."

"I thought it was funny." Ron spoke up. "But now I sort of regret it."

"I bet you do." Hermione sneered at Ron. "He's even better looking now than you."

"Hermione!"

"What did you two DO?" Draco snapped. He reached up and touched his face nervously. "You better not have ruined my perfect face!"

"We sort of…" Hermione started in.

"Dyed your hair." Ron finished. There was a long silence. "Black."

"YOU FUCKING WHAT?" Draco reached up and ran his fingers through his locks of used to be blonde hair. "YOU – I – MY HAIR!" He screamed, being careful not to knock over the tray that was set on his lap. "YOU BETTER CHANGE IT BACK NOW!"

"We can't." Ron stated. "I tried. – We---" There was a cough from Granger, "--I did it with magic. It sort of… screwed up. It was supposed to turn red like mine!"

"YOU ASS!" Draco groaned, "MY PERFECT HAIR! RUINED!" He never thought EVER of dying his hair black! He loved his blonde hair with his pale skin. – What would this make him look like? He wanted to run to a mirror and look, but caught himself. He couldn't see. "SHIT!" This couldn't be happening. This was all way too much for one sitting.

"Malfoy, calm down." Granger scolded. "Pansy came in here to see you – and thought you were VERY sexy." She offered. Draco did a double take of words. Someone had come!

Relief.

"Really?" He asked.

"She said that if it weren't for you being in comma she might have slammed you down and shagged you like a bunny. – Her words, not mine."

"She has a fascination with bunnies." Ron said out of the blue. "Pansy says 'bunnies are hard core.'"

"Goddammit, why do I always miss out on everything?" Draco sighed. "Wait a moment. – Mudblood." He held up one finger. "Weasley." Two fingers. "Where's Golden Boy?"

"Don't call him that." Ron snapped.

"Harry's at his Aunt and Uncle's house." Hermione stated. "Now open your mouth, Malfoy."

"WHY?" Draco growled.

"Because you've got to eat."

"You're going to FEED me?" Draco shook his head. "No way." He wasn't going to have a mudblood feed him. He hoped he could look after himself enough to eat. – Hoped being the key word in this argument.

"Malfoy, I don't think you can do this on your own until you learn some things." Hermione tried.

"Hermione, if he doesn't want to eat, let him starve."

"Jealous, Weasley?" Draco scoffed. "You can have her feed you if you want. I'm not taking anything I can't see. For all I know you could have poisoned it – dying my hair. HONESTLY!"

"I didn't poison anything." Hermione gasped.

"I wouldn't put it past you." He seethed.

"Well, seeing as you can't see anything, I suppose you'll starve!" Hermione picked up the tray and walked away from Draco. "Come on Ron. Lets leave this prat for now."

"Good riddance!" Draco clapped his hands. "Can I hear that one more time?"

"Shove a broom up your ass, Malfoy, and take it for a ride." Ron growled.

"RON!" Hermione screamed.

"He deserves it."

"RONALD!"

"Just come on Hermione. We don't need to stay here."

"Fine. – We'll be out for a while, Malfoy, but we're coming back."

"Why?" Draco asked, his voice disappointed.

"Because – B-Because… well, just because." Hermione stated in a 'as a matter of fact' tone.

"She feels guilty about the hair thing." Ron piped up. There were a few whispers and then a door creaking closed. Draco sat his head back down on the bed, his head spinning. Of course, all he could see was blackness. – To match his hair, eh? He groaned. In the past twenty minutes, he had learned he was lying in St. Mungo's, Granger was taking care of him, and his hair was black. If one more thing went out of line he'd scream his head off. He hoped Dumbledore wouldn't decide to keep him from Hogwarts – but would everyone poke fun at him for being blind? Who would help him? Would he really have to retire from Quidditch? That scared him the most, aside from never seeing himself again. Suddenly his stomach growled. He regretted now not getting anything to eat.

"Granger?" He whispered. Nothing. "Great. I'm a special care patient." He was handicapped. Blind. Suddenly he thought he might have taken his eyesight too much for granted. But even now – he needed help. But he couldn't admit it. He was a man; men don't need help. He was a Malfoy. Malfoys don't need special care. He was a Death Eater. Death Eaters were strong – they could endure pain. But this was far worse than physical pain; he was trapped in his own mind.

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