Harry was returning with Ron to the Gryffindor Common Room. Harry was still a bit awkward after sobbing with Hermione from the aftershock of a nightmare, but he tried to act as collected as possible. He was nervous that Ron would pick a fight with him and his power would just explode from him. He was nervous he would do something wrong. He was nervous that something bad was going to happen.

"Pumpernickel," Harry stated to the Fat Lady, who bowed and moved aside for the two of them to climb in. They were discussing their latest win against Hufflepuff in Quidditch. With a smile they laughed and walked into the Common Room, not expecting visitors.

"And remember the save I made when we were down by 10 points? Bloody hell, Harry, if I play that good against Ravenclaw then we'll be a shoe-in for the finals!" Ron exclaimed gleefully.

"Harry? Harry Potter?" a light and sweet voice drifted over to them. They looked at the couch. A young girl sat there, wearing sweats. Cinnamon hair fell delicately in front of her face. She was a very beautiful girl, though Harry didn't understand why she didn't open her eyes.

"Erm… that's me," Harry mumbled. The girl nodded with a bright smile that seemed to light up the room.

"I've been waiting for you. Tell your friend to join us," she said and motioned for them. Harry looked at Ron, who shrugged with raised eyebrows. They walked over and sat at the couch directly across from them. "I hope this isn't a bad time. Your friend Hermione Granger let me in and told me to wait for you here," she said, her hands folded in her lap.
Her eyes were still closed, and it was making Harry uncomfortable.

"Who are you?" Ron asked. The girl titled her head slightly towards Ron, though she still did not face him. Why wouldn't she just open her eyes?

"My name is Amora Vinnopal," she answered. "Though please refrain from calling me Amora. I'd prefer it if you called me Amy," she told them with her sweet smile. Harry felt something flop about in his stomach. It felt nice.

"The name's Ron Weasley," Ron said and reached out towards her, his hand in position for her to grasp and shake. She did not reach out to take it and did not acknowledge its presence, so he awkwardly withdrew it.

"Do you happen to have a sister?" she asked.

"Yes… do you know her?"

"No, sorry," she said with a shrug. Ron's mouth opened for a moment, but he shut it before looking at Harry and shrugging. The girl was quiet for a minute, the silence making Ron and Harry even more awkward. Neville all of a sudden walked through the door, looked at the three of them and furrowed his eyebrows, and headed up to the boy's dormitory.

"I'm sorry, I just don't wish for anyone else to hear this. I'm sure Harry would like to keep it as discrete as possible," she giggled.

"You knew Neville was coming?" Harry asked in surprise. The girl nodded, the smile wide on her face. It still looked so strange that her eyes were shut. He had the urge to pry them open.

"Yes. He's been spending much too much time handling magical fertilizers," she whispered seriously. Ron couldn't help but laugh. Harry smiled at this and ran a hand through his hair. The girl titled her head to the side and stretched.

"So, why are you here?" Harry asked, leaning in a bit. The girl licked her dry lips and seemed to think about what she was going to say. She opened her mouth and then closed it again, thinking some more.

"Harry, do you have any idea the power you possess?" she asked in a whisper. Harry drew back a little. What was she talking about?

"What?" Ron asked for him. The girl sighed and then raised her hand. She waved it delicately around him. Her face was serene, calm, and impassive. Harry watched in fascination.

"I can feel it. I don't know how you can't, but I can. It's like I'm standing in a freezing windstorm, but two suns are throbbing so close its singing the hairs on my face. Here," she said, pointing to the scar on his head.

"Are you off your rocker?" Ron laughed. The girl was impassive still, and she lowered her hand and placed it gently on Harry's chest.

"But even more here," she finished before drawing back and sitting firmly in her seat. She waited for their responses.

"Are you some sort of Seer or something?" Harry mumbled. The girl laughed and ran her fingers through her bangs, tucking them behind her ear. Harry felt his own fingers tingle and he could almost feel the silky hair between them. He didn't know how such a small gesture could stir so much inside of him.

"No, not at all. I cannot predict the future, see the past, or say other obvious nonsensical things, as you seem to think all predictions. You should have more of an open mind, Ron."

"Me? I thought you were talking to Harry!" Ron exclaimed. She titled her head slightly so she faced Ron, her eyes still squeezed tightly shut.

"No. Harry is open-minded. Apparently predictions have come true for him before, so he believes. You, however, have no belief in it at all," Amy told him. "There are powers and things that even you are not aware of… especially inside yourself." Ron turned crimson at this statement and Harry smiled.
She turned and almost faced Harry again, though she had missed by a few inches.

"So… why are you here?" Harry asked. She paused for a moment.

"To help you," she replied. "To help both of you. To help all of you."

"How?"

"You're all like fizzy drinks. Potential is bubbling up inside of you, waiting for the right person to flip the cap and let out your exceptional quality. Ron, you are like that fizzy drink. Harry…" she paused for a moment.

"What?" he asked, his palms sweating nervously.

"You are like a shaken up soda pop. You're on the verge of exploding. I'm the one who is going to help you release all that energy… without letting anyone get hurt. It's what you're afraid of I see that. I see that you're so terrified of your own capabilities that you don't even want to pick up your wand."
Harry stared at her, anger boiling up inside of his stomach.

"How can you see that I'm afraid? You won't even open your eyes to look at me!" He shouted at her.

"I'm keeping my eyes closed so you won't be afraid."

"If I'm so afraid of myself, then I shouldn't be afraid of you! Look at me!" Harry shouted at her, guilt filling him for exploding at her like that. She had hit a sensitive nerve. The girl knelt down and picked up a cane off the floor, which she had slipped under the couch. Harry stared at it in shock as she held it, and he realized she was blind.
He was in more shock when she opened her eyes. Ron let out a scream of terror when he saw what lay beneath those lids.

Pure white balls, orbs, or gleaming spheres were in her eye sockets. They were radiant, purer white than freshly fallen snow. Harry thought that if he stuck his finger into the white it would just keep going, as if she had no eyes but just white… white nothing.

She did not look at them, but looked straight past them. There was no anger, hurt, or jealousy in her serene face. She opened her mouth and spoke with her angelic voice before turning and leaving the Common Room.

"I was born a freak, just like you. I can't look at you, Harry. I may be blind, but you'd be astonished at the things I see."