A/N: If you're a reader of my other fic Conundrum, you might want to skip this chapter. It's a little bit of a spoiler LOLZ.)
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Harry Potter was blind as a bat without his glasses.
Obviously, since he wore them, he had some sort of vision deficit. But Hermione didn't know just HOW blind he was until that summer before fourth year when he was staying at her house, and he lost his glasses after taking a shower.
She was downstairs, and the early morning quiet was shattered by the sound of him banging around and cursing up a storm.
"Harry?!"
"Hermione? OWCH!"
The next thing she knew, he was tumbling head over heels down the stairs, a tangle of wet hair and pale skin landing spectacularly on the front hall tile. Thank MERLIN his towel had managed to hang on.
"What are you ON?"
"...I can't find my glasses."
"So you fell down the stairs!?"
"I couldn't SEE the stairs! Who put them there- they weren't there before!"
"Oh yes, Harry, didn't I tell you? We moved the stairs."
"...I think you're being funny, but I can't see you rolling your eyes."