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A/N: If you haven't read any of the HP stories, don't even think about reading this fanfic. May contain spoilers. To my only reviewer, thank you so much for reviewing! I promise this will be longer and I hope more magical. Ahh, and brace yourself for something rather odd which Draco never expected. And Ginny'll come. I was inspired by Daredevil, the movie! It's a good movie. Who cares about what critiquessay. (x

Chapter 2: Echolocation

Darkness. That was all he could see. He couldn't differentiate night and day anymore so it didn't make any difference when he slept.

Draco began to feel increasingly frustrated now. The night before, when he realised his new-found handicap, he had appeared indifferent, perhaps even relieved that he had survived.

But he felt that the need to release his pent-up energy seemed even greater after some time. This caused him to be extremely irritable the next morning when Madam Pomfrey did a thorough check-up on him after taking off his eye bandage.

"Ouch! Do watch where you're poking!"

"Mr. Malfoy, if you just stop fidgeting for one moment, it will all be done!" she poked her wand onto where his Dark Mark was. "Now, really!" she said as Draco gave a loud shout.

"Poppy, I think Mr. Malfoy is fine for now. I wish to speak to him for a few moments, please."

Draco frowned as he recognised the voice. McGonagall was Headmistress now so she'd be the one making new arrangements for him instead of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore... He winced slightly as he recalled seeing him killed the year before. If only he had listened to him earlier...

There was the sound of a door being closed. Madam Pomfrey probably left so McGonagall can speak with me, he thought dully. He shifted in his bed uncomfortably.

"How are you feeling, Malfoy? I hope you'd allow me to address you as Draco since you are most definitely unlike... It doesn't matter. Draco, then?"

Taking the pause after her question as a cue to answer, he replied uncertainly, still not used to being spoken by the former Head of Gryffindor,

"Alright, Professor."

"Good. I hope you're adjusting well... or at least, trying to," she said, her voice surprisingly gentle. "I must say I am very proud of what you have done." he could almost sense the Headmistress smiling.

Again, he shifted uncomfortably. He wasn't proud of backing out so late. He should have used his intelligence for a better purpose.

"However," McGonagall continued, "I think you are old enough to realise that you are still in grave danger.

"I'm sure you have heard of those of us who oppose You-Know-Who. We are members of the Order of The Phoenix, founded by the late Albus Dumbledore. He had told me when he re-formed the Order that should anything happen to him, I would have to take over him. I've assigned several members of the Order to ensure your safety while you are still in Hogwarts-"

"But, Professor, how can I still be accepted in Hogwarts? I'm- I'm blind. I can neither read nor write anymore," he frowned, facing the source of her voice.

"Given the number of students going back to Hogwarts tomorrow, I'm sure the teachers would help you. And since none of the Slytherins are returning and there are a handful of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs left, all the students will be living in the Gryffindor tower."

"What?" Despite the current turn of events, he still felt a tinge of loyalty to the Slytherin House.

"I'm afraid it is so. Besides, it makes Hogwarts safer if the students stay together. You are, of course, still to don your Slytherin robes when you are attending lessons."

Draco fell silent. Another thought had come into his mind. How was he supposed to find his way through the maze of a school and go about doing basic activities like putting on his clothes and, well, going to the bathroom? He flushed deep red as he realised how helpless he was.

"Draco, what is the matter?"

He paused, uncertain how to phrase his doubt. "Professor, I'll have to remind you that I'm blind and, well, I can't find my way through the school and I'll have to bathe too..."

"That is already taken care of. I've talked to Mr. Neville Longbottom about helping you. He has agreed. As for bathing, Draco, Neville has already been briefed about it. He will be explaining this to you."

"WHAT?" Draco had stumbled out of his bed, holding onto the bed for support.

But his anger melted to strange wonder as he realised his ability to use his other four senses to his advantage. As he screamed and stood up, he knew at once, where the nearest safe thing to hold on to was –in front of him was the bed.

He even felt confident he was on the left side of his bed and McGonagall was sitting down on the ride side of the bed.

"Wow," he breathed as he raised up his hand in front of his face.

"I was certain magic would help you. And it has appeared to do so, seeing how your shock had disappeared. Magic allowed you to have powers very like those of bats. Muggles call it echolocation. We call it magic. Bats have magical powers which Muggles never noticed."

Draco groaned as he remembered what he had been outraged about. Longbottom?

"Hello, Mal - Draco."

Draco sighed. "Hello."

"Professor McGonagall told me about the whole echlacation thing. I guess you'll be OK walking around on your own?"

"I think I'll need, um, help just in case, Longbottom. I still haven't got used to it..."

For a moment, he thought about how odd it was talking to Longbottom this civilly. But then again, he was indebted to him for agreeing to help...

"Call me Neville. I did call you Draco."

"Nobody made you do it."

"Well, McGonagall made this whole arrangement so I assumed it'd be for her sake. She's definitely impressed by you. Me too. Hey, let's go now. I doubt you know the way to the Gryffindor tower."

First day of school already flew past before Draco realised it properly. During lessons, the teachers were extremely helpful to him and made all the letters in his books bulge so Draco could use his newfound ability to read. Neville helped him master writing after leading him to the Gryffindor tower, patiently adjusting Draco's quill and correcting his mistakes. By the time the other students had arrived for the feast at the beginning of the year, he could write normally.

Before he could realise it, however, it was already the second day of school and he was sitting down for breakfast at a solitary table in the middle of the Great Hall. According to Neville, there were only 7 Ravenclaws,14 Hufflepuffs and 15 Gryffindors.

"Neville, what's on the Daily Prophet?"

"Nothing today, except for an arrest. The owner of Leaky Cauldron was arrested. It's a whole load of nonsense, though. They suspect him of an attack to a group of Muggle-borns. I know Tom and he's definitely not a Death Eater."

"Take it from me: he's not. I wish I could tell them."

"Well, you do have to stay put..."

Draco sighed, adjusting his sunglasses. There was the sound of the door to the Great Hall being opened and light footsteps. Draco turned to the source of the footsteps. Somehow, he felt drawn to whoever was entering the Great Hall. He could feel the soft swish of her hair and her presence was extremely soothing. Her. He was sure it was a her. There was something femine about those footsteps.

"Draco?" Neville inquired.

"I'll be back. I need jam since there's none at our area." He stood up, knowing there would be jam at where she was sitting.

"Excuse me, will you pass me the jam, please," he asked the girl politely.

"Take it yourself. It's right there," her voice was cold. Why?

"Where? Can you help me take it?"

"What?" she asked rudely, " Are you-"

"Blind?" he completed her sentence. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am."

There was a pause.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Here's the jam," she took his hand and put the jam into it.

"Thanks. Erm, may I know your name?"

"My name? Well... I think not..." there was uncertaincy in her voice.

"Hey, it's only a name, right? So, what's your name?"

"Ginny Weasley."

A/N: That's all, folks! Please review! Thanks. (: Btw, didn't you like that last part. Yup, that's the one I took from Daredevil, the movie.