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This story outlines some things that I experience myself as living as a fully blind person, i hope you all enjoy

Hogwarts

Gryffindor:

Auction: Day 2, Auction 1: [dialogue] "C'mon! What's the worst that could happen?" / "Oh i don't know, we could die." / "Like that's ever stopped us before." assignment 3. Psychology: autism. Task 3: write a disability AU.

August: writing club.

Bromance to romance. 9. Physical trait: glasses

This or that. Marriage 13. Emotion: overwhelmed

Show time. 18. Everything Changes - (word) Permanent

Lizzy's loft. 1. Shots - Am I out of luck?

Amber's anime adventure. 4. (plot point) losing something important

Buttons. Actions 1. Falling over

Summer: seasonal challenges

Days of the year. 4th July - Independence Day: Write about someone asserting their independence

National picnic month. 16. Barley: Blind!AU

Indoor plant week. 2. African Violet: (word) fragile.

Creative ice cream day. 24. Black cherry: Sirius black, and 26. Boston Cream Pie: James Potter

International beer day. 10. Pure Brewery: (Character type) Pure Blood

Crystals and gemstones. 3. Yellow Aventurine: Write about someone grieving.

Tarrow reading. 8. The Empress, Reversed: Write about someone losing their independence

Gryffindor characters. 11. Sirius Black

Let's put on a show. Director 8. (genre) angst

August: fortnightlies

Shark week. Dog fish shark: (character) Sirius black WC:4286

Sirius was not impressed.

Everything he knew as normal, sweet and perfect had been flung out the open window once again.

First, it had been disentangling himself from his horrid family, and now this.

He didn't know how life could go on, or even if it was life.

How could it be life if one minute, you're flying around the quidditch pitch with perfect sight, and the next thing you know, you're wrapped up in the white sheets of the hospital wing, slurping down disgusting potions to help restore your vision.

At first it had been frightening, but now it was just plain annoying.

He wasn't supposed to be the one who was bed ridden and grumpy all day, he wasn't supposed to be moody, like James when he lost a game, or Remus when he hadn't read enough.

He was supposed to be the one sneaking around the castle in the middle of the night, throwing stink bombs and other pranks at Filch or other wanderers, under James's magnificent invisibility cloak.

It had gotten a little better, he supposed, when he was allowed to move to his bed in the dormitory, but that had been a lot to take in as it was.

How would he get there? And why did he have to accept help from others?

Well, the second was obvious, he was blind as a dead man, and there was no way of fixing it, much to his dissatisfaction.

Luckily, James had felt some sort of sympathy for him, and after holding the wooden staff Dumbledore had dropped off to him that early morning, he had gripped James's arm and headed down the twisting corridors to Gryffindor Tower.

Since the accident happened, Remus was insistent that Sirius get back to normal as soon as possible, but Remus didn't understand the overwhelming sensations of losing one's vision.

Now, as he lay grumbling under his bedsheets, the warmth of the sun hit him in the face, making him shut his eyes immediately, wishing the daggers of pain would go away.

Although he had lost most of his vision, he could still detect light, and he was extremely sensitive to it.

"Oi, shut that bloody window would you," Sirius grumbled as he covered his face with a pillow.

"Sorry mate!" James called, the warmth of the sun dimming as the curtain was thrown shut.

"I think it's a good thing you woke him up," Remus said from his bed.

Sirius could hear Peter still snoring away in his own bed, and wished he could be doing the same.

Instead, he sighed and pushed his covers back and swung his legs.

His socked feet met the floor, and for once, Sirius took comfort knowing that he was on solid ground.

"So, what's the plan for the morning, Siri? We've got all day, since it's Saturday," James chuckled, coming over to stand beside Sirius.

"Um, maybe just staying near the fire in the common room, it's not too bright in there, and I don't have to deal with people treating me like a child," Sirius responded.

Shuffling along his bed, Sirius found the small wooden table where he had left his walking cane and blacked out glasses.

He had now gotten into the habit of picking up both instruments, just in case he went somewhere light.

"Why don't we go outside and play basketball today?" Remus asked.

"Don't you think Sirius has been through enough?" James scoffed, throwing Remus a pointed look. "He's not ready yet."

"He's never going to be ready if he doesn't push himself. C'mon! What's the worst that could happen?" Remus quipped back.

"Oh I don't know, I could die." Sirius mumbled, pulling himself up as he extended his staff.

"Like that's ever stopped us before." Remus replied.

"Well, you know, I wasn't blind before either." Sirius snapped, navigating his way to the door.

He had gotten used to getting around the common room now, as he had been taught to use his staff, and how to trail walls.

It had come in quite handy, especially during the nights and while the others were still at class.

He was glad for the quiet bathroom, it gave him a small break from Remus and James' arguing, which Sirius knew would happen after one of these conversations.

Sighing, Sirius knew he should give Remus a chance, so he left the bathroom and made his way back to the dorm.

"Fine, for just today, I'll come down and play, just for a little." Sirius said.

The room fell silent until Peter was woken up by James dumping his dirty clothes on to Peter's bed.

"Breakfast?" Remus asked no one in particular.

"Sure, you two go ahead, I'll wait for Wormtail." James replied.

Sirius groaned, he did not want to be left with Remus, especially like this.

"Sorry, mate." James mumbled under his breath as Sirius went passed him.

Sirius shrugged, and after fumbling for the door handle, swung the door and walked through it.

Listening to the noise of the rolling tip on his staff, Sirius navigated his way to the staircase that led down to the common room.

Sirius was rather thankful for the small banister that ran down the length of the stairs as he lay his hand on top of it and made his way down the flight of stairs.

Once at the bottom, he waited for Remus to arrive.

Already, his palms had started to sweat, and after leaning the staff in the crook of his arm, he wiped his hands on his robes.

Did Remus seriously think it was easy?

It was definitely far from easy.

A slamming door made Sirius jump, the grip on his staff loosened and it clattered noisily to the ground.

Panic welled up in his chest, he was completely dependent on his new staff.

Crouching down on the ground, he felt around and found nothing.

"Here." A female voice called, holding the staff out to him.

Sirius moved his hand and grabbed at empty air.

His face flushed red and his heart felt heavy in his chest.

After another awkward moment, Remus arrived and placed the handle of the staff in Sirius's sweaty outstretched hand.

"Thanks." Sirius mumbled as he tried to pull himself back together.

Breathe, breathe, breathe, he told himself.

How could he breathe when so much could go wrong?

How could he breathe when he was being pushed to the extreme?

"Are you coming?" Remus asked from across the room.

Sirius unsteadily made his way across the middle of the common room to where the hole to the rest of the castle stood.

He had never gone through it without sight before, not on his own anyways.

He gulped in a breath and waited for Remus to tell him that he was through.

A few minutes passed by, and Sirius was starting to feel as if Remus had left him on his own.

"Hello? Are you there?" he called, a tinge of desperation in his voice.

"What. Oh, right, you can come through now." Remus said, his voice slightly muffled by the wall between them.

After hesitantly lifting his foot up to swing over the other side, Sirius decided it was probably a good idea to hand his staff through to Remus.

"Can you hold this so I can get through?" Sirius asked, putting the staff through the hole towards where Remus's voice had been minutes before.

He felt someone take it from his grasp, and he swung his leg over again, this time finding solid ground on the other side.

Although he bumped his head into the Fat Lady's portrait, he thought it was a success to put into the scrapbook.

"Come on then, lets go to breakfast." Remus said as he handed Sirius back his staff.

Sirius grumbled as he swung his staff side to side in front of him. He had decided that trailing the walls wouldn't be a smart idea, as he knew the walls were full of portraits, and he didn't want to get the whole castle into a bad mood.

"Can you slow down a bit?" Sirius yelled.

He had noticed that the sounds of Remus's feet were getting further and further away, and he didn't want to get lost in the huge castle.

Having made his way to the first staircase, Sirius was relieved when nothing changed, for once the staircases were being nice to him.

As he walked through the level six corridors, his staff clanged against something, the noise causing Sirius to jump back.

"What is it, Remus?" Sirius asked.

"Just a suit of armour, come on now, Sirius, pick up the pace." Remus responded impatiently.

Huffing, Sirius reached out and felt the suit of armour in front of him, and was very thankful that his staff had found it before a part of his body did.

He now waited as he heard the next staircase groan and whirl as it moved about.

Thinking that the stairs had finished moving, Sirius stepped on and immediately tumbled down the staircase, twisting his ankle in the process.

His staff skittered away from him as he came tumbling down the stairs, his fall stopped abruptly as he slammed face-first into the hard ground.

"Ouch." He winced as he sat up.

He could feel something thick and warm running down his face, so he brought his fingers up to touch his face.

He was met with wet fingers as he pulled them away, and he tried, unsuccessfully to sniff them.

Realising at that exact moment that his nose was indeed broken, someone stepped over him, making him jump, knocking his elbow into the bottom step.

"I told you to take it step at a time," Remus said as he crouched down beside Sirius.

"I did, for merlin's sake," Sirius snapped.

He really hated everyone treating him like this, acting like they were helping him while ignoring what he really needed. He was already pushing Sirius to his limits.

Before Sirius could say more, Remus touched the tip of his wand to Sirius's nose.

"Episkey," he mumbled.

Sirius felt a tingling, warm sensation inside his nose, and he reached up to feel his nose once more.

It felt back to normal again, and even the bleeding had stopped too.

He sniffed, taking a deep breath of air into his lungs, he really didn't need to lose another sense right now.

Crawling along the floor, Sirius managed to find his staff, and a sigh of relief left him that he didn't know he was holding in the first place.

He hauled himself unsteadily to his feet and re-extended his staff to continue venturing on. He was exhausted.

Already, his forehead had begun to sweat, and his limbs were becoming more heavy, he was definitely looking forward to his breakfast now.

The thoughts of his breakfast took his concentration away from the upcoming staircase, his staff missing the first step in the process.

The bannister caught his side, and before he could stop himself, his foot twisted and he heard a definite crack.

His head hit the bottom step with a loud thud, and this time he didn't think he could get back up.

Remus huffed as he came back over, and hoisted Sirius up into a sitting position.

"I told you to be careful, don't you listen?" Remus shouted.

"Don't you get it? No, of course you wouldn't, you weren't goddamned blinded, give me some damn slack," Sirius snapped back.

Sirius heard stomping footsteps echo down the hall as Remus stalked off angrily, leaving him to fend for himself. He reached into his pocket, searching for his wand so he could at least somewhat heal his ankle, and swore when he found it empty. He must have forgotten it in the Common Room.

He gritted his teeth and pulled himself up, trying to put less pressure on his probably broken ankle.

He limped down the corridor now, but Remus took no notice, and his pace was more quickened.

Sirius's head spun. How would he even make it to the ground floor?

He heard someone snickering behind him and he turned around and glared. He felt no sympathy for their snickers, and if it weren't for how exhausted he was, and his ankle, he would have probably tripped them before they could try anything.

He was so overwhelmed with everything that he barely realised the next staircase, and he stumbled down once more, whacking his head on a sharp corner, splitting his head open.

Blood poured down his face as he got to his feet, he could only hear Remus's faint footsteps now, and panic was starting to set in, he shouldn't have yelled at him, he was so vulnerable as it was.

He gave up staying away from the portraits now, and used them to support himself as he limped down the next corridor. Maybe he should visit the hospital wing and get everything sorted before James found out.

He was using his staff more as a walking stick, leaning on it to lift some weight off of his broken ankle.

He reached the staircase to the second floor and sighed with relief, only two more staircases till he got to the ground floor where his breakfast would be waiting for him.

Holding the banister, with blood still dripping from his head, he stepped gingerly on to the first step.

He sighed as after so much chaos, he was finally able to make it successfully down the stairs unscathed.

He really wished James would hurry up, he felt like he was going to pass out as his pace became slower.

He couldn't keep up with Remus anymore, he was nearly out of earshot. He wished his best friend understood his struggles, but the way he was treating him, it didn't feel like he did.

He was a little more confident, despite Remus leaving him behind as he trudged his way on to the first floor with no falls.

Maybe he could make it, but he was beginning to feel lightheaded, and he felt rather dehydrated by the time he reached the last staircase.

He took in a big gulp of air, before he stepped on to the first stair.

Suddenly, before he could think, a large crowd of people came towards him, and he was shoved down the stars. His already broken ankle clicked, and his knee slammed into the flagstone floor as he crashed to the ground.

He couldn't move, his whole body ached as someone kicked him to the side, his staff thrown out of his hand. He heard it hit something metal, but he couldn't lift his head, or arm, to feel where it had gotten too.

He gave up and lay back on the cool tiles, wishing Remus would come back and see where he had gotten to, but minutes passed, and Remus couldn't be heard amongst the rowdy voices.

It felt like hours had passed before Sirius heard the familiar voice of his best friend, shouting over the hubbub of voices.

"Sirius? Is that you?" James yelled.

Sirius couldn't lift his head, his throat felt like sandpaper and the rest of him hurt too much to move.

Two people came towards him and knelt by his side.

"What happened? Where is Remus?" James asked incredulously.

Sirius groaned and inched toward his best friend, lying his head in his lap.

"I'll go find him," Peter said on Sirius's other side.

Sirius heard James huff as he helped heave Sirius sit up against a wall.

"He doesn't understand, James," Sirius mumbled.

James scourgified Sirius's bloody face, before he healed it with a spell.

"Can you get up?" James asked worriedly

"I don't think so, my ankles buggered," Sirius groaned.

Before Sirius could protest, James pulled off his shoe and examined his ankle.

"That's definitely broken, I'm going to put it in bandages and a splint for now, we'll take you to the hospital wing after breakfast," James said as he cast a spell.

Bandages binded Sirius's ankle, and Sirius felt a bit of wood supporting his ankle as well.

"Please, can you get my staff?" Sirius whimpered.

He was rather thankful James had found him, and he felt his worries slip away as James hauled him into his arms, cradling him like a small child.

Usually he would protest, but this morning felt like it would never end.

"Make way for the magnificent hulk!" James hollered as they made their way through the Great Hall.

All eyes turned to James as he headed past the other houses to reach the Gryffindor table.

James set Sirius down on the bench, and slid in beside him, wrapping a protective arm around Sirius's shoulders.

Sirius nestled his head against James's chest and closed his eyes. He had somehow made it to breakfast.

He felt James's muscles move as James reached over the table to fill their plates with food.

"Why on earth would you leave him, Remus? Are you trying to make him more crippled than he already is?" James snapped as Remus took Sirius's other side.

Sirius cringed, he didn't want to be called crippled, no limb had been technically broken till walking the castle that morning.

"He's got to learn how to get around on his own," Remus replied matter-of-factly.

"Not this soon, Remus, he can't even damn walk now." James huffed, his shoulder pulling Sirius more closely to him.

"Can you two stop the fighting? It's really starting to hurt my ego," Sirius spluttered, pulling himself up so that he could start on his breakfast.

"Ego huh? More like an ego without the e," James chuckled, nudging Sirius in the ribs.

At least James hadn't changed, Sirius thought as he stabbed at his meal.

He had learnt how to cut his own food and feed himself, thanks to Madam Pomphrey's patience.

He knew he was probably not the best of patients, and he thought back to the first time he tried to hold a glass cup without help, it had missed his mouth completely and smashed on the floor.

He took up his cup and took a refreshing sip of the pumpkin juice, thankful he could feed himself without worries now, it would have been so embarrassing if he couldn't.

An hour later, after they had finished breakfast, James helped Sirius to the Hospital Wing, while Remus and Peter headed outside to go get everything to play basketball.

"Why do we have to play this basketball thing anyway?" Sirius mumbled as they sat down in the waiting room.

"I think Remus just wants you to be happy again," James replied quietly.

"Maybe if he stopped pushing me around and treating me as if I were a naughty child, I would. I just want him to understand how difficult things are now," Sirius sighed.

"I know, but he -"

Madam Pomphrey came into the room then and their conversation was stopped short.

"Back again are we, Sirius?" Madam Pomphrey chuckled as she came over to stand in front of him.

"He had a fight with a couple staircases and they won," James responded.

"Broken ankle I assume?" Pomphrey asked.

"A broken ankle indeed," Sirius replied.

Madam Pomphrey went into her office, shortly reappearing with an oddly shaped vial in her hand.

"Here you go, drink this skele-gro. I'd say stay in bed for the day, but I think some fresh air will do you some good," she said as she slipped the vial into Sirius's hand.

He felt the warm bottle, and realised, with a jolt of horror, that the stopper was in the shape of a human head.

He twisted the stopper off, and immediately spluttered as wisps of smoke rose from the vial and hit his face.

"Gross, it stinks." Sirius complained, scrunching his nose.

"What, it's not a sherbet lemon." Madam Pomphrey chuckled.

Sirius groaned and gulped the medicine down.

He felt it hit his throat and gagged, the liquid trying to force its way back out.

"You're free to go now," Pomphrey said, helping Sirius get to his feet.

James gave Sirius his elbow and they hurried out of the Hospital wing.

"I'm glad to be out of there." Sirius grumbled as they headed out into the castle grounds.

The sun threatened Sirius's eyes, so he turned his face to the ground and squinted as he put his blacked out glasses on.

"At least she didn't offer to give you another sticker for the scrapbook," James chuckled as they entered the quidditch pitch.

Sirius not only shuddered at the thought of the stickers, he shuddered at the thought that he was back in the quidditch pitch.

"Couldn't we play somewhere else?" Sirius asked as they reached Remus and Peter.

"Are you scared?" Remus asked.

"No, not at all," Sirius stammered.

"Alright then, we get three throws each. James throws, Peter blocks." Remus said, throwing the ball to James.

James caught it and dribbled it over to the basket, waiting for Peter to get in position.

Once Peter got ready, James let the ball fly.

As lucky as it was, the ball seemed like it would go through the basket, but Peter managed to block it away with his quick athletic skills.

"I call it a tie, none for neither. Now, I'll block," Remus said, taking the ball from Peter.

"What happened?" Sirius hissed as Peter came to stand next to him.

"I blocked it," Peter replied.

"James wouldn't be impressed by that." Sirius chuckled.

"Doubt Moony can even block," Peter wheezed.

Sirius stifled a laugh behind his hand.

James, distracted by the laughter behind him, chucked the ball with too much force, and it flew past the basketball hoop.

James grunted as Remus jumped up and caught the ball with ease.

"Damn," Peter mumbled into his elbow as Remus dropped the ball at Sirius's feet.

Sirius leant down and gingerly picked up the ball. He was nervous as he made his way over to where James stood.

"You'll be fine, Siri," James chuckled.

Sirius groaned, he forgot everyone else could see his expressions.

"I'm throwing it now!" James whooped, letting the ball go once more.

Sirius strained his ears, and felt the wind whooshing towards him.

Without any struggles, Sirius followed the wind, and in seconds, had the ball tucked under his arm.

"Nice aim, James." Sirius chuckled.

"Damn, no points to either Peter or I, you two are good." James chuckled, leading Sirius back to Peter and taking the offered ball.

Once Sirius was settled, he heard James slap Remus on the back, and the basketball bounce on the ground.

"Are you blocking, James?" Sirius asked.

"Of course, the hulk defends all," James responded.

And with that, Remus let the ball go.

Sirius heard a groan as he heard James's scuttling feet, and the basketball slapping James's supposedly outstretched hands.

"I got a block!" James yelled with delight.

He heard Remus sigh as Peter took James's place.

Sirius made a mental note that James was one point behind him as he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders.

"Oi!" Sirius mumbled, his voice muffled into James's shirt.

James ignored him and continued to watch Peter.

Remus threw the ball, this time hitting the rim, but the ball bounced out and Peter caught it again.

"Huh," James said as he guided Sirius back to where he had to block from.

Sirius waited and anticipated the next ball, only realising too late that the ball was coming towards him.

Shocked, Sirius stood there, the ball bouncing off his chest and off to the side.

'You didn't tell him you were throwing it," James scolded as he helped Sirius back to his spot.

"Oh well, he could have used his senses," Remus replied.

Peter took the ball now, and James paced, waiting to block the shot.

Chaos broke loose once the ball was thrown, and Sirius heard something thud against the pole holding the basketball hoop up.

"Dragon dung!" Sirius heard James grumble from the floor.

Sirius raced towards James with his staff and the tip of it hit the form on the floor.

"You alright, mate?" Sirius asked, heaving James to his feet.

"I'm okay," James grumbled against Sirius as they made their way back to where they had been.

Sirius could hear someone run past them to fetch the ball, and Sirius and James sank to the damp grass.

Scores hadn't changed, and Sirius hoped Remus would win so it could all be over.

The same thing that happened to James, happened to Remus, but Sirius didn't feel like helping.

"You alright?" James groaned beside Sirius.

"Of course I am," came Remus's grumbled response.

"Your time to throw, Sirius." Peter explained, pushing Sirius forwards.

Sirius found the small patch of flat grass and thanked Peter for handing him the ball.

"Jamie baby, are you coming yet?" Sirius called over his shoulder.

"Mhm," came James's response as he stepped around him.

Sirius tried, unsuccessfully, to throw the ball, only to have James catch it.

"Better luck next time, scores are all tied with Remus in the lead now." James chuckled.

Sirius threw the ball more accurately this time, and a cheer of glee erupted from Peter and James.

"How did you do that?" Remus spluttered, the ball going past him.

"I threw the ball," Sirius replied matter-of-factly.

"Last ball!" Peter said, standing in front of Sirius.

The last shot was not successful, but as James led Sirius back towards the castle, he realised, with a heavy heart, that he did feel more like himself.

Remus's idea hadn't been bad, and Sirius admitted that he quite enjoyed the game, despite the bad descent from the Gryffindor Tower.