A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Word Count: 1013

Her milky eyes saw nothing. She'd been blind since birth. There was no fixing it. Several specialists tried, only to fail. By the time she was three, she'd started surpassing what people believed she could do.

She was brilliant, clever, and the fact she saw nothing of the real world didn't hinder her in the slightest. It wasn't until she started elementary school that she fully realized just how different she was.

She'd fought to go to school, fought to be with other children. She soon realized that was a mistake. They were cruel. She wanted to make friends and for a time, she tried doing just that. Every attempt ending up in disaster.

Finally, she gave up on the world of other people, instead throwing herself into learning, into reading everything available. She was labeled antisocial, weird, different.

She ignored these labels and soon added another one – witch. She had no idea if Hogwarts would be any different than the previous schools she'd attended, but magic was a completely new and wondrous subject, one she couldn't turn down learning.

"Hannah, are you sure you want to do this?" her mother asked on the way to the station. "It's been so hard for you before."

"Mum, I need to try this. I know Father would want me to," Hannah argued. Her father had apparently been a wizard, a fact they'd found out when Hannah had gotten her letter. All she knew about her father was he'd been killed in a war. She had never asked questions about his death. It wouldn't have changed anything.

"You're right, Hannah. I'm sure he'd want the best for you," her mum agreed, pulling the car into a parking spot. "Have you got everything?"

"I believe so. I repacked my trunk again this morning. You didn't notice any spell books lying on the floor did you?" she asked with a laugh.

"No, no, I didn't. I hope this is a good experience for you. I don't know how you're going to figure out those books, I couldn't find all of them in braille."

"Mum! I'm sure there have been other blind witches and wizards. The school will surely have something to help me. The more you worry, the hardest you're making it," Hannah stated, getting out of the car. Her mum opened the boot and pulled out Hannah's trunk.

"I don't see any other students with a trunk."

"They're probably already inside," Hannah said, grabbing one of the handles. She and her mum carried the trunk inside. Hannah could hear the bustling of people. People yelling, people laughing. She hoped some of these people would be friendly, that someone would be friendly, that she wouldn't regret her choice to attend Hogwarts. The man who had visited, Professor Flitwick, had promised she would do fine at the school. She only hoped he was right.

"9 and three quarters," her mum's voice stated. "Should be between, right, we have to walk into the wall, wasn't that the instructions?"

"Yes, Mum, through the wall between the two platforms," Hannah repeated. She felt a tug on the trunk and followed it. Suddenly, it felt like everything had changed. She could still hear people laughing and talking, but there was something different about them. The whole atmosphere felt happier somehow.

"The Hogwarts Express," her mum said. Hannah smiled. They'd found the train alright at least.

"Do you need some help?" a male voice asked. Hannah turned her head towards it.

"Yes, please, this is Hannah. She's a first year."

"Oliver, I'm a third year, here, let me help you with that," Oliver said, taking the trunk. Hannah felt the handle she was holding jostle. She pulled her cane from her bag. A quick sweep showed her where Oliver was standing. She smiled at him.

"Thank you, Oliver," she stated. She could feel him staring at her.

"Oh, you can't see. Here, take my arm. I'm going to get you on the train," he declared.

"I guess I should be going, here, give me a hug before I leave."

Hannah felt her mum's arms around her. She returned the embrace.

"I'll be fine, Mum, and I promise, I'll write," she added, turning her attention back to Oliver. She felt him take her arm again, leading her towards the crowd.

"What's Hogwarts like?" she asked him as they walked.

"It's great! There's a huge Quidditch pitch, I'm keeper for Gryffindor."

"Quidditch, that's a sport, correct?"

"The best sport! You should come to a game!" Oliver exclaimed. Hannah smiled. She'd never been invited to a game before. She thought about the roar of the crowd, how the air would be full of excitement.

"I will," she said, "I hope your team wins, although, if my house is playing... I might be rooting for them," she laughed.

"You might be in Gryffindor," Oliver commented, causing Hannah to smile.

"We can only hope," she said. Oliver helped her onto the train.

"I've got to go meet up with the rest of my team, talk about strategy for the coming year. Here's an empty compartment."

Hannah felt her way around.

"This is fine," she stated. "Thank you, and I look forward to hearing you play," she commented as she heard Oliver leave. A few seconds later she heard the door swish open again.

"Mind if I sit here?"

"Sure, go ahead. I'm Hannah."

"Susan. Who was that boy?"

"The that just left? Oliver, he's keeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team," Hannah answered. "He's really nice."

"And cute," Susan added with a giggle. Hannah felt her face flush slightly.
"I couldn't tell."

"Oh," she heard Susan's voice exclaim. Hannah knew she'd seen the cane, had figured out Hannah was blind. "He has sandy brown hair, lightish side of brown, and he was wearing a set of Quidditch robes already."

Hannah listened as Susan described Oliver in detail. She was right, Hogwarts was going to be amazing if she'd already met a cute guy and this girl who sounded very much like she could easily become Hannah's first best friend.