Harry woke up groggily, and opened his eyes. The world was still dark. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and when he realized he could still see only black, he hit the side of his head, as one would do to a television that was not working properly. All attempts to see proved futile.

"Harry, are you awake?"

Harry turned his head towards where he assumed the voice had come from. Where was he? The voice sounded oddly like someone he knew... Who was it? It was a woman, of that he was sure.

"Can you tell me what your full name is?" This time a man had spoken. This time, he could identify a name to the voice.

"Headmaster, sir," he croaked. The voice chuckled.

"That is not your name, tell me if you can remember your name, and then we'll move on from there"

Harry's throat was dry, but he rasped "Harry James Potter."

"Good, good. He's obviously just fine in the head, and if not, any problems aren't apparent at this moment. I ran a scan on him, and gave him a potion that would make him fall asleep if all was okay. He fell asleep, Albus, so I assume that he's just fine, besides the... well..." The woman's voice trailed off.

"Who is that? Besides you, Professor Dumbledore," Harry asked.

"Madame Pomfrey, my dear boy, that's Madame Pomfrey," Harry could hear the nurse give an indignant tsk, before bustling about. Her clothing rustled about noisily, and Harry noticed that everything seemed louder than it had before.

"Why can't I see?" Harry asked, the question had been gnawing at him for a while.

"Ah, you see Harry, when you were shot,"

Harry cut the Headmaster off, "I was shot!"

"You don't remember?" Albus asked, "Well, no matter, it will come back to you, I'm sure. But yes, you were shot, and the bullet missed anything truly vital. Unfortunately it did enter into your brain. Luckily, however, it only blinded you. We're still not entirely sure how you ended up at Hogwarts, but what's important is that you did get here in time, and we were able to cast many healing charms on you. Madame Pomfrey was able to restore any blood you may have lost, and the bullet was able to be charmed out of your brain. The bullet did, however, hit a nerve of some sort causing temporary blindness," there was an apologetic tone in Dumbledore's voice.

"How long will I be blind?" Harry asked.

Harry marveled at how sharp his senses had become after being blind for a very short period of time. He could hear Dumbledore's small intake of breath, and the way he stiffened every so slightly. These otherwise unnoticeable things became very obvious to Harry.

"A few months, at least," Dumbledore said softly.

Harry nodded his head. A few months wouldn't be that bad... would it?

School finally started, and Harry had gotten the hang of being blind. Well... almost. He used his wand as a guide, better than any Seeing Eye dog, but a lot less friendly. Navigating crowded hallways was pretty hard, even with the spell used to guide him, but he usually had Ron or Hermione lead him about the halls. He never realized how many of his house mates he didn't trust until it came their turn to lead him about. For a while he would be very rigid and nervous, until he finally found his fellow Gryffindors that he could trust not to run him into anything. Or anyone.

Somehow, the entire school had known about Harry's blindness the instant they stepped into the Great Hall. The details about how his handicap had come about were fuzzy. No one knew exactly how he had become blind, and no matter how many times they asked him, he refused to tell anyone. Harry had finally remembered the events that led up to the shooting in his relative's house. Something about it struck him as out of place, but he couldn't tell what it was. No matter how bad his uncle was, Harry had never seen him come close to a gun, or become truly life threatening. He only smacked Harry around a bit every now and then. Nothing too fatal. Something was definitely wrong about that picture, but Harry didn't have any clues as to what it was, or any idea of how to go about getting an idea. He let the matter drop; he had class work, friends, and Voldemort to worry about. No time was left to dwell on something that happened in the past and was of no major importance in the near future. He needed to prioritize.

"Harry mate, will you pass the potatoes?" Ron asked. This comment was quickly followed by a high pitched yelp, presumably because Hermione had elbowed the red head in the side.

"Oh right... you can't see the potatoes... um... Hey Seamus! Pass the potatoes, would you!" Ron yelled down the table. Harry chuckled and Hermione turned to him to excuse Ron's behavior.

Harry felt a presence behind him, and a slight smell of... vanilla? He couldn't be sure, but he thought it was vanilla.

"Hello Potter," came the trademark Malfoy drawl.

"Hey Malfoy," Harry responded coolly.

"So, the great scar head is blind... Couldn't do much if the Dark Lord attacked now, could you?" Malfoy said. Harry thought he detected a bit of a warning in Malfoy's tone. Was he trying to warn Harry of impending danger? No, that couldn't be right.

"Yes, that would be unfortunate. Luckily, I could take him, blind or no. All he is a decaying corpse with a twisted mind. Hmm... funny how that description sort of fits you, too, huh Malfoy?"

Harry could feel Draco start to move. Leaping up from his seat, Harry whirled around, and had his wand pointed at Draco, before the blond could get his wand into his hand. All the Slytherin could do was look at Harry in shock, glad that the scar head couldn't see his face, or he would never hear the end of it.

"Malfoy, I suggest you move right now. I may not be able to see you, but I can still curse you."
Draco left. Quickly. As Harry sat back down, all his friends began to pat him on the back, telling him what a wonderful show he had put on, and how the ferret had been scared shitless.

Harry wasn't so sure what he did had been all that smart. Now Draco knew that Harry wasn't as defenseless as he let on. Plus, he wasn't all that sure that the blond Slytherin was an enemy... his mind kept going back to the tone in Draco's voice when he had told him about Voldemort. That had to have been a warning of some sort... But why?

Harry put the finishing touches on the letter he had written to Malfoy, and attached the note to Hedwig's foot, telling her to deliver it to Draco Malfoy. The bird gave him an odd look. "I know, it's a bit strange to send a school rival a note that is actually civil, but I have my reasons girl," Hedwig just looked at him, hooted, and then took off.

Writing the letter had been an interesting experience. Harry had charmed a quill to write down whatever he said. He only hoped that the spell had worked.

Draco Malfoy was sitting on his bed when Harry Potter's owl arrived. He looked at the beautiful bird before giving her a treat and then reading the note.

It read:

Malfoy,

Meet me at the astrology tower at eleven tonight. We need to talk.

Harry J. Potter

Potter's owl was still there, waiting patiently for a reply, which Draco supplied, writing quickly and discretely.

I'll be there.

Draco L. Malfoy

The white owl flew away noiselessly. A million thoughts were rampaging through Draco's mind. Only three hours to go until he had to meet the scar head. Draco began to count down minutes to what could be the most important meeting with Potter ever.

A/N: I know not much happened in this chapter, but I'm making the next chapter somewhere around 2,000 words, and more will happen then, I promise! If you like my story, or even if you don't, will you please review! I would love to know why you do or don't like it! Please help me improve my story! I don't know what to change if you don't tell me, so please review!Thank you much! I love everyone who's read my story, and I worship youpeople who've reviewed!

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