Disclaimer: I do not Harry Potter or any of its characters. I know the Durselys have a electric fireplace, but for the sake of the story, think of it as a regular fireplace.
Chapter Four
The next morning was as eventful as can be for a lot of Hogwarts students. It was time for them to get their letters and go to Diagon Ally for their supplies. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny all needed to go to Diagon Ally today. Harry felt the stares as the group walked along the ally. He heard the whispers: 'Blimey, is that 'im?' 'I heard he got beat by a Muggle.' 'Heard he almost died.' 'Who's the girl holdin' hands with him?' 'Is she leading him around?'
"He's blind!" a very young witch squealed when he walked past her.
A large, shocked, gasp sounded from the gathered crowd. Harry hung his head, his hair hinding his face and his hurt look. He felt Hermione's hand, which was clasped with his and their fingers intertwined, squeeze his hand gently. Under the cover of his hair, he gave her a small smile.
"Don't listen to them Harry," Hermione told him encouragingly, "Who cares what they think? Besides, you won't be blind forever."
"I know 'Moine, but it still hurts to her people making a big deal over nothing like this."
"Don't listen to them Harry. What do they know? They know nothing about the real you, but only about The-Boy-Who-Lived."
"You're right."
The group got their supplies without much more of a fuss. They flooed back to the Weasleys with no problems.
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat at their usual places at the Gryffindor table. The sorting ceremony was under way and already they were to the P's. Harry smiled as the tweleveth Gryffindor of the night was announced. At the end of the ceremony, Harry stood up and held his goblet out in a toast.
"Here's to new Gryffindor blood. May it behave worse than the old."
"Here Here!" was chorused back to him, some though laughter.
"My fellow Quiddich team members, I will need to speak to you in the common room later tonight."
~~~~~~~~~
Later on that night, Harry sat down on the couch and regarded his team mates.
"I know that since I cannot see that means I cannot be the Seeker. I want to request a stand-by player to stand in for me until my eye sight returns."
"That is the logical way to do this," Lavender replied, "But are you sure?"
"It's just until my eyesight returns. I hope its soon though."
"So do we," George replied.
"Yeah, everyone knows you're the best Seeker in Hogwarts," Fred added onto his twin's comment.
"I'm not that good," Harry replied, "I can't be."
"Oh, but you are," George stated, "Everyone knows that."
The team talked for a little while longer before retiring for bed.
~~~~~~~~~
The temporary stand-in was good, as it was Ginny, but she could not do anywhere near what Harry could do as Seeker. As a result, they barely beat Hufflepuff in their first match. About half way through the term, just two weeks before the Gryffindor VS Ravenclaw match, Harry awoke on a Saturday morning with a blinding head ache.
Harry stumbled down the stairs to the common room. Hermione was sitting in her usual chair, reading. When Harry came stumbling into the room like a drunk person, she almost dropped her book. He collapsed onto a couch and Hermione noticed that he was pale, shaking, and barely awake.
Hemione dropped her book and almost before it could hit the floor, she was by his side. Harry's head throbbed painfully each time he tried to think. Surprisingly it wasn't his scar, but the area around his eyes. He reached up to his temples and slowly massaged them.
Slowly Harry opened his eyes and thought someone from up above was playing a joke on him. A large blur of bright colors appeared before his sightless eyes. The colors were moving so much and so fast that Harry began to get nasuated.
His eyes quickly snapped shut and his hands flew to his eyes. He heard voices all around him. His head spun in a constant clockwise movement, making the colors swirl. Finally something inside felt like it snapped and he was given the mercy of unconsciousness.
"Hermione?!" he heard Ron yelp, "What's wrong with Harry?!"
"Go get Professor Mogonagal and Madame Promfrey quick! Tell them that it's an emergency! Harry's forehead's on fire!"
~~~~~~~~~
Professor Mogonagal was a little angry at Ron's intrusion and threatened to take away house points.
"It's Harry!" Ron cried in protest, "It's an emergency! We need Madame Promfrey! Something's really wrong with Harry!"
In a flash the Medi-witch was summoned and the three made their way back to the Gryffindor tower.
~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione shook Harry over and over. In the short time Ron had gone, Harry had practically stopped breathing. His heartbeat was erractic and he wasn't waking up. Hermione was really scared, scared she was going to lose him. Suddenly Madame Promfrey, Professor Mogonagal, and Ron dashed through the portrait door.
Madame Promfrey practically shoved Hermione out of the way. Hermione's mind raced as she was almost thrown backwards. Tears raced down her cheeks as Madame Promfrey checked Harry over. She shook her head slowly and looked up into Professor Mogonagal's eyes.
"He's slipped into a coma," she stated softly, "It looks like the shock from his eyesight returning overloaded his brain. I do not think I can risk trying to wake him."
"And you shall not," Professor Dumbledore suddenly spoke out, as he stepped out from the shadows of the room, "Harry must find his way back. The path he chooses could mean endings or new beginnings for us all."
Chapter Four
The next morning was as eventful as can be for a lot of Hogwarts students. It was time for them to get their letters and go to Diagon Ally for their supplies. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny all needed to go to Diagon Ally today. Harry felt the stares as the group walked along the ally. He heard the whispers: 'Blimey, is that 'im?' 'I heard he got beat by a Muggle.' 'Heard he almost died.' 'Who's the girl holdin' hands with him?' 'Is she leading him around?'
"He's blind!" a very young witch squealed when he walked past her.
A large, shocked, gasp sounded from the gathered crowd. Harry hung his head, his hair hinding his face and his hurt look. He felt Hermione's hand, which was clasped with his and their fingers intertwined, squeeze his hand gently. Under the cover of his hair, he gave her a small smile.
"Don't listen to them Harry," Hermione told him encouragingly, "Who cares what they think? Besides, you won't be blind forever."
"I know 'Moine, but it still hurts to her people making a big deal over nothing like this."
"Don't listen to them Harry. What do they know? They know nothing about the real you, but only about The-Boy-Who-Lived."
"You're right."
The group got their supplies without much more of a fuss. They flooed back to the Weasleys with no problems.
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat at their usual places at the Gryffindor table. The sorting ceremony was under way and already they were to the P's. Harry smiled as the tweleveth Gryffindor of the night was announced. At the end of the ceremony, Harry stood up and held his goblet out in a toast.
"Here's to new Gryffindor blood. May it behave worse than the old."
"Here Here!" was chorused back to him, some though laughter.
"My fellow Quiddich team members, I will need to speak to you in the common room later tonight."
~~~~~~~~~
Later on that night, Harry sat down on the couch and regarded his team mates.
"I know that since I cannot see that means I cannot be the Seeker. I want to request a stand-by player to stand in for me until my eye sight returns."
"That is the logical way to do this," Lavender replied, "But are you sure?"
"It's just until my eyesight returns. I hope its soon though."
"So do we," George replied.
"Yeah, everyone knows you're the best Seeker in Hogwarts," Fred added onto his twin's comment.
"I'm not that good," Harry replied, "I can't be."
"Oh, but you are," George stated, "Everyone knows that."
The team talked for a little while longer before retiring for bed.
~~~~~~~~~
The temporary stand-in was good, as it was Ginny, but she could not do anywhere near what Harry could do as Seeker. As a result, they barely beat Hufflepuff in their first match. About half way through the term, just two weeks before the Gryffindor VS Ravenclaw match, Harry awoke on a Saturday morning with a blinding head ache.
Harry stumbled down the stairs to the common room. Hermione was sitting in her usual chair, reading. When Harry came stumbling into the room like a drunk person, she almost dropped her book. He collapsed onto a couch and Hermione noticed that he was pale, shaking, and barely awake.
Hemione dropped her book and almost before it could hit the floor, she was by his side. Harry's head throbbed painfully each time he tried to think. Surprisingly it wasn't his scar, but the area around his eyes. He reached up to his temples and slowly massaged them.
Slowly Harry opened his eyes and thought someone from up above was playing a joke on him. A large blur of bright colors appeared before his sightless eyes. The colors were moving so much and so fast that Harry began to get nasuated.
His eyes quickly snapped shut and his hands flew to his eyes. He heard voices all around him. His head spun in a constant clockwise movement, making the colors swirl. Finally something inside felt like it snapped and he was given the mercy of unconsciousness.
"Hermione?!" he heard Ron yelp, "What's wrong with Harry?!"
"Go get Professor Mogonagal and Madame Promfrey quick! Tell them that it's an emergency! Harry's forehead's on fire!"
~~~~~~~~~
Professor Mogonagal was a little angry at Ron's intrusion and threatened to take away house points.
"It's Harry!" Ron cried in protest, "It's an emergency! We need Madame Promfrey! Something's really wrong with Harry!"
In a flash the Medi-witch was summoned and the three made their way back to the Gryffindor tower.
~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione shook Harry over and over. In the short time Ron had gone, Harry had practically stopped breathing. His heartbeat was erractic and he wasn't waking up. Hermione was really scared, scared she was going to lose him. Suddenly Madame Promfrey, Professor Mogonagal, and Ron dashed through the portrait door.
Madame Promfrey practically shoved Hermione out of the way. Hermione's mind raced as she was almost thrown backwards. Tears raced down her cheeks as Madame Promfrey checked Harry over. She shook her head slowly and looked up into Professor Mogonagal's eyes.
"He's slipped into a coma," she stated softly, "It looks like the shock from his eyesight returning overloaded his brain. I do not think I can risk trying to wake him."
"And you shall not," Professor Dumbledore suddenly spoke out, as he stepped out from the shadows of the room, "Harry must find his way back. The path he chooses could mean endings or new beginnings for us all."