Chapter 10 - Seeing Signs

"Where are you leading us, Hermione? I don't know that we can last much longer like this." Ron said to Hermione, who was in front of him. Ron was dragging a blind James along as he tried to keep up with Hermione.

"I can't see a thing," James said for the fifth time in three minutes. "I hope you know where you are going because- excuse me miss," the blurry-eyed James apologized to a lamp pole. Ron just shook his head.

"Just hurry it up, would you?" he said to the girl that had just stopped moving. She whipped around and glared at the boys in the face. James didn't need his glasses to see the Hermione was angry.

"If you two stupid gits would pipe down for five seconds without complaining, I would be able to think!" She screamed at them before putting her hand to her head. "Where is that place?" she asked herself, looking up. "I know it's here somewhere...."

All three of the students looked around for any sign of a glasses shop. Their eyes flew of the shop signs until Hermione sounded a great "Ah ha!" that made both boys jump. She motioned for them to follow her and, while dragging James, Ron saw a sign that read

Dr. Ogles: Doctor of Optometry and Maker of Fine Eyewear.

"Dr. Ogles?" Ron questioned. "We are seeing a guy named Ogles?"

"Of course. I should have remembered the store was between Thinbottom's Cauldron Repair and Three Broomsticks. Would you two get over here?" She motioned for the boys to go through the door she was holding open. Ron yanked James through the door and shoved him into a nearby chair so he could adjust his robes. The place seemed empty. Like no one even owned the shop. Ron began looking around at the glasses that were floating near a sidewall. He saw some black ones with only the lenses and a nosepiece.

"Hey Ja--er 'Harry' I think you should get these ones," He replied, reaching for the frames.

"An excellent choice" came a voice, booming like a radio announcer. A man stepped forward through a side room and stood next to Ron. This man was very tall, and slender like a beanstalk. His ears stuck out almost as much as Ron's did. If the man didn't have blond curly hair and glasses, you would have thought that it was Ron's look-alike. "I think they would look great on you." Ron looked like he didn't know whether to be flattered or slap the man.

"No," said Hermione, would butted in before Ron could do either. "They are for our friend, Harry over here. His glasses shattered and he would like a pair like the ones he just had." With that, Hermione gave Ron a glare that ordered him to agree.

"Yeah, yeah that's right." Ron said quickly. "For our friend, Harry."

The man strutted over to James and bent down to look him in the eyes. "Well, son, do you have the glasses with you?"

"No, I don't." James finally spoke. "They were completely shattered. The headmaster sent us here to fetch me some new ones. The glasses were black, wire-rimmed and circular."

"Of course, of course!" said the doctor cheerfully. "Who could forget your glasses Mr. Potter? They were just like your father's." James's face lightened.

"Yes, that's right."

Dr. Ogles brought James back into another room to do some tests on his eyes. Then the doctor placed lens upon lens in front of James to see which one worked the best. After all was said and done, the doctor took his wand and placed the lenses in the proper looking frames and put them on James.

"There. How does that feel?" James shook his head to make sure the glasses wouldn't slide off. He smiled.

"Great. Thank you."

"And I'll put a charm on them so that these ones don't break. How does that sound?" James nodded his head in agreement.

"Excuse me doctor," Hermione replied, tapping the man on the shoulder. "I'm curious. Is there anyway you can make glasses into a portkey of some sort?" Ron and James looked at her cautiously.

"I suppose you could, but that would be very dangerous. You don't know what could happen. I don't know how you would get back to where you were in the first place."

"Well, thank you," Hermione said leading the boys out the door after paying.

"Let's not go back just yet." James said. "We should enjoy this time."

"Yeah," Ron agreed. "The Three Broomsticks is right there." He pointed next door and then looked at Hermione for approval.

Hermione sighed. "All right, just for a drink." The boys pushed her inside and plopped her down at one of the tables. The place looked crowded so it may take a while before they could order.

"So," said James. "Tell me about my life."

Ron and Hermione's eyes widened. James continued.

"I mean, who do I marry? What do I do? Where do I live? Things like that. Tell me everything." Both of the other students hesitated.

"Well, you see mate..."Ron started.

"I don't think we can tell you that." Hermione said bluntly. "It might alter the future. It's a dangerous thing to meddle with anyway. Please understand that we would love to tell you, but it might be drastic. We might have gone too far telling you what you already know." James looked down and breathed deeply.

"I understand. I guess I'll just have to wait and see how things play out, won't I?"

"I guess so," Ron said darkly.

"Is that Mr. Potter?" a woman's voice came from behind James. He turned in his chair to see Madam Rosmerta standing above him. He smiled coolly.

"Rosmerta! How are you? Looking good as always I see." James spoke. Hermione gave him a little kick under the table to remind him that he needed to act like his son. "Just thought I should let you know." he said quickly looking down with faux embarrassment.

"Aww, thanks hon. That's sweet of you. Can I tell you a secret?" James nodded shyly. Rosmerta leaned over, probably a little farther than she should and said, "You have always been my favorite costumer."

AN: Thank you to everyone who has stayed with me and nagged me to keep going with this. I had a bit of a writer's block but I think I'm on track now. It's so hard to be me.... ;P

P.S. Please read my new idea "Night of colors" cause it's cool and I think that if you like movies you will like this story. Thanks a bunch hope you enjoy.