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Serena: Okay some of you are probably thinking I died somewhere, again. Well I didn’t, again. A few people asked in their reviews why they couldn’t just use magic to fix Harry’s sight, so I changed things around a bit starting in chapter 1 to answer this question. Enjoy! ((update as of 7/31/07 to now change ending of this chapter a bit))
Harry: You mean we’re doing it all over again?
Serena: nods that’s exactly what I mean, so let’s see….
Greetings! Ser-Chan and Yami Ser here welcoming you to Chapter One of Darkness.
Harry: Wha..? What about Oliver and who the hell is Yami Ser?!
A very dark and evil version of Ser-Chan appears and grins at Harry.
Yami Ser: Me
Ser-Chan: just shush both of you! Okay quick list of pairings that will happen or will be seen in the story: Harry/Severus, Remus/Sirius, Hermione/Viktor, Ron/Draco.
Severus: Harry Potter, character, names, and related indicia are trademarks of and (c) of Warner Bros. And J.K. Rowling.
Ser-Chan: However the plot and ideas in this story (or rather the way they are combined and used and any original material or characters) are (c) of YPS (Yaoi Princess Serena aka Ser-Chan and Yami Ser) please if you want to use my idea JUST ASK!!! If you want to archive my story, just ask about that too okay? Though it can be found on our site as well.
Harry Potter stood in the kitchen of #4 Privet Drive, looking at the floor for a moment praying his Uncle hadn’t heard the noise. Harry didn’t even see his Uncle Vernon coming up behind him. The last thing Harry had heard was the evil sound of his Uncle’s laughter before everything went black. When Harry finally came to he noticed that he was no longer in his Uncle’s home and then heard the familiar sound of the Hogwarts express. The next thing he noticed was that his vision was fuzzier than normal. He thought that maybe someone had taken his glasses off or that maybe they had fallen when he had been knocked out, until he reached up and found that his glasses were indeed still on. He turned his head with a sigh and saw two fuzzy bodies. One had shoulder length red hair and the other had shoulder length blond hair. Harry could only guess that it was Ron and Draco, unless in a fit of madness Hermione had decided to go platinum.
“I’m assuming you came and picked me up?” Harry asked the two. Ron and Draco looked at each other for a moment before they nodded at Harry.
“Harry we found you on the front porch of your Aunt’s place with all your stuff scattered around you, what the hell went on there mate?” Ron asked sounding worried.
“Well give me a minute and I’ll try my best to remember, it’s about as fuzzy as my vision.” Harry said while rubbing his temples and giving another heavy sigh.
flash-back
“Boy! Get your little freak arse down here and make some breakfast before your little freaky friends pick you up!” Vernon yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
“Yes Uncle Vernon.” Harry replied dully before hurrying down the stairs and into the kitchen. Harry had been in the process of caging Hedwig when his Uncle had called him, as he entered the kitchen he looked at the kitchen clock and a small smile passed over his face. Ron and Draco would be coming to pick him up in about half an hour. He smiled to himself again while putting two frying pans on the stove.
Harry put some bacon in one pan and started pancakes in the other and wondered what the class schedule would look like for the up coming term at school. Harry then turned the bacon and went about pouring juice, milk, and coffee for his muggle relatives, if relatives are what you would call the evil people you lived with. Harry honestly couldn’t see why he couldn’t live with Sirius right now; it made no sense to him, after all Sirius was now a free man with a husband and a nice home. Harry shook his head and made a slight face as he placed bacon on a plate and carried it over to the table, but he didn’t know why he bothered with a plate for it, because Dudley would make it disappear in about five minutes anyway. He then went back to the stove to finish with the pancakes. While he waited for one side to finish Harry went about getting out the plates for the table. Harry finished with that quickly and went to get the pancakes from the frying pan, but he turned around just a little too quickly and the plate fell from his hand and smashed on the floor.
The sound caused Harry to freeze mid-step and pray softly that Vernon had not heard the plate shatter, but something in his gut told him that the man had. He was so afraid that Vernon would do something besides beat him, and that was bad by itself, but Harry was use to that, among other things. Harry worried that Vernon might finally snap and go after him with a piece of the plate, maybe even kill him finally, like he always swore he would. Sometimes when Vernon was about to strike, Harry would wonder if that was going to be it, if it would finally be his end. Finally coming out of his slight daze Harry went to turn slightly until he heard a laugh and everything went black.
end flash-back
“Vernon must have cracked me in the head, that’s the only explanation that seems to fit. Though with what I don’t know.” Harry said while shifting in his seat which caused him to wince slightly and rub his head.
"That stupid bloody Muggle! I’ll put a word in at the Ministry and see that he gets what’s coming to him.” Draco said suddenly. Despite the fact that Draco was now dating Ron this shocked Harry slightly.
The shock disappeared quickly when the car door suddenly opened and Hermione walked in. She sat down next to Harry and looked at him for a moment before leaning in closer and looking at him again.
“Harry your eyes look a little cloudy, are you all right?” She asked him. A sad sigh escaped from Harry and he held his head.
“Harry’s bastard of a muggle Uncle clocked him in the head!” Ron said suddenly not even giving Harry a chance to explain it himself.
“That’s horrid! Harry, you should go and see Madame Pomfrey as soon as we get to the school, this could be bad.” Hermione said.
Having picked up on the seriousness in her tone, Harry knew that it was useless to argue with the young witch, so he simply nodded and leaned back and waited for the train to come to a stop. By the time the ride was over Harry’s eyes were even worse then that been only an hour before. As the four teens entered the school for their final year instead of heading to the Great Hall with the rest of their class they headed to the Hospital Wing. As they entered Madame Pomfrey gave them a questioning look.
“Might I ask what you lot are doing here? A bit early for you to be getting yourself into trouble isn’t it Potter?” She asked with a chuckle.
Hermione scowled at the medi-witch and helped Harry take a seat on one of the many beds in the large room.
“Madame Pomfrey this is serious Harry is having trouble seeing!” Hermione said sternly. Ron and Draco simply nodded.
Poppy sighed and moved to look Harry over. She lit the end of her wand and moved closer to Harry’s eyes and frowned. Being as close as she was Harry had little trouble catching the facial expression.
“Please tell me you can fix this.” Harry said knowing somewhere in his mind what she was going to say to him.
“I’m sorry Mister Potter but there’s very little I can do for you now. If you’d been here as soon as your vision started to fade, then maybe, but not now I…” She said sadly before trailing off.
Tears welled in Harry’s eyes and Hermione hugged her friend and Ron placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. At the sight of the young man’s tears Poppy sighed and shook her head slightly, she then turned to Draco who was looking on with an angered expression on his face.
“Mister Malfoy would you run along and fetch the Headmaster, I’m sure he’ll want to know about this.” At her request Draco nodded and headed out of the Infirmary and in the direction of the Great Hall.
As he entered Draco noticed that the other students were still arriving and that the new first years were yet to arrive. He headed right for the Staff table and the Headmaster. Albus Dumbledore looked over his half-moon spectacles at the younger man in front of him.
“Something I can do for you Mister Malfoy?” He asked. At the question Draco nodded and leaned in so that the other students might not overhear.
“It’s Harry. Madame Pomfrey says he’s going blind.” Draco whispered to the other man. Albus looked slightly shocked but his appearance recovered quickly.
Hogwarts resident snarky Potions Master Professor Severus Snape just happened to “overhear” this and was rather shocked by what he heard from Draco. What’s that spoiled little brat gotten himself into now? he thought while trying to figure out why Harry was going blind in his own mind. Albus nodded to Draco and turned to his Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall.
“Minerva, would you please take care of things if I’m not back in time?” He asked her in s whisper while standing.
“Of course Albus, but what’s going on?” She questioned. He shook his head slightly as if to say that he would explain later, before he turned his attention to Severus.
“Severus my boy, seeing as you heard what was said, why don’t you join us?” Albus said. Severus was about to try and play stupid with Albus when he noticed that the older man looked rather serious for a change, his eyes devoid of their usual twinkle.
The three men left and headed to the Hospital Wing and heard quite the commotion as they got closer. In the short time that Draco had been gone Harry’s vision had gotten worse. He could barely see a thing, he could simply make out shapes, and only if they were close to him. Albus, Severus, and Draco ducked just in time as a bottle went flying out of the Infirmary and past their heads. They entered to see Harry in a panicked and angered state throwing things around and screaming.
“What the fuck did I do?! What could I have done for this to happen to me?!” He screamed while throwing another bottle across the room.
“Harry enough!” Albus said with a slight tone causing Harry to turn in the direction of the voice. “With your connection to Voldemort, we don’t want to alert him that anything is amiss.” Albus said hoping this would calm the boy slightly.
Instead of calming Harry it seemed to have a reverse effect and caused Harry to glare at what he was sure was the shape of Albus and he made a scoffing noise.
“I’m sorry Headmaster, but I don’t think I’ll be much use in the fight against Voldemort now.” He said lowering the glass he had been about to throw.
“Whatever do you mean my dear boy?” Albus asked softly. At this Harry let out a rather loud curse before smashing the glass on the floor in front of him.
“How the bloody hell am I suppose to fight Voldemort if I can’t even see him?!” Harry screamed at the group. As he did so various glasses and bottles around the room shattered and the group felt a strange wave of power coming from Harry.
“I’m sure you’ll find a way.” Albus said walking over and placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder.
At the contact Harry leaned forward and gripped Albus tightly in a hug before he began to sob. While comforting the young man, Albus looked over at Severus who was looking ready to run. The sight was not unfamiliar to him; in fact it looked very similar to the day that he had decided he was going to be a spy for Albus. Severus turned away from the sight and looked down the hall to see if any stray students were coming this way, this wasn’t something they needed to see.
“Harry, please come with me to my office, Poppy I’d like you to join us as well.” Albus said leading Harry towards the door. “And you three please join your classmates in the Great Hall.” The other three nodded and Harry saw their shapes walk away.
Harry waited for Albus to start guiding him again and began walking when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Soon, but not soon enough the hand gave a squeeze as a signal to stop.
"Chocolate Frogs." He heard Albus say and the saw a blur move away, which he assumed was the gargoyle that blocked the entrance.
Once Harry was seated the hands left him and Harry felt a slight absence, which caused him to be confused. Albus finally spoke again and what he said shocked Harry beyond words.
“Thank you for your help Severus.” He said. Harry knew his eyes must have bulged a little because Severus made a slight scoffing noise.
“You’re welcome Albus, and stop looking so shocked Potter!” Severus replied from beside Harry. Harry turned his direction with a puzzled expression on his face. Then Albus cleared his throat causing Harry to turn back again and waited for him to speak.
“Now Harry how exactly did this happen?” he asked gently. Harry turned his head away as through hoping to avoid the question.
“Potter, answer the Headmaster’s question.” Severus said sharply. Harry nodded and rubbed at his eyes trying to keep the tears from coming.
“It happened at my muggle family’s house, Vernon demanded that I make breakfast before I left and I dropped a plate…” Harry simply trailed off.
“Oh my dear boy, he didn’t.” Albus asked hoping he was wrong, but already knowing the answer.
Severus cringed when he heard this; he remembered his father and what had happened when he made ‘mistakes’ as his father so lovingly put it. Surely no one would put their hands on the Golden Boy. he thought bitterly, but a sudden cough from Harry’s direction pulled Severus from his thoughts.
“I don’t remember exactly what happened, but I think we can all guess.” Harry said flatly. Albus gave him a soft look and bowed his head slightly and then turned his attention to Poppy.
“Why is there nothing you can do for him?” Albus asked with a puzzled expression.
“If it had been something like natural sight loss or something that was just a simple blow to the head, then I would have been able to fix this right away, but something far worse is at work here.” Poppy said sounding rather saddened by the whole thing.
“Would you just spit it out already woman!” Severus barked and for once Harry found himself in agreement with the man. Poppy wrinkled her nose at Severus for a moment before she continued.
“Caecus Eternus.” She said sounding rather grave. At this Harry simple looked puzzled.
“It literally means Blind Eternal. It’s one of the few dark curses out there that can be combined with a potion.” Albus explained.
“Then it can be fixed right?” Harry asked with a hint of hope in his voice that almost made Severus cringe before he spoke up.
“Unfortunatly Potter; it is an old curse that no one’s used for a few hundred years, so no one ever thought to find an antidote for it.” Severus explained. At this Harry looked crestfallen once more but then confused.
“Then how did my Uncle get hold of it if it was even mixed with a potion? He hates magic.” He asked.
“I can only assume that he was approached by one of the Death Eaters, if not the Dark Lord himself. As much as he hates Muggles, he’ll still use them if it means he’ll get what he wants.” Severus supplied once again. At this Harry simply nodded and went back to looking rather put out.
“I’m truly sorry this has happened Harry, but we will do everything we can to try and fix it. Severus; please escort Harry to Gryffindor Tower.” Harry stood and Severus grasped his arm and Harry let out a slight hiss.
This caused Severus to give the younger man a questioning look, but Harry said nothing and simply started to walk. The two walked in silence each lost in their own thoughts, Severus more so than Harry. Severus wondered exactly what was going through the Gryffindor’s mind when suddenly he stopped walking. Severus then noticed that Harry started to shake slightly.
“Potter, what is it?” He asked slowly not wanting to startle the other.
“Professor, I can’t see anything, everything is black now.” Harry said beginning to shake harder. “What am I going to do?” Harry whispered before the tears started to flow freely.
Severus didn’t know what to do as the younger man started to lower himself to the floor, so he did the only thing he could think of. Slowly he lowered himself to Harry’s level and pulled the sobbing student into his arms. He was surprised when Harry made no move to pull away from him and was even more surprised when Harry started to clutch at the front of his robes.
“You’ll be fine P-Harry, you always are. We’ll find a cure for you.” Severus said hoping it would calm Harry down a little so he could get the boy back to his common room.
Harry started to calm but Severus said nothing else for a good couple of minutes until finally he heard a rather unusual sound that sounded a lot like someone asleep. With a sigh he looked down at Harry and sure enough the young wizard had worn himself out to the point of exhaustion. Severus grumbled to himself and stood slowly picking Harry up in his arms and continued on to Gryffindor Tower. At the portrait of The Fat Lady, he grumbled under his breath because he had no idea what the Gryffindor password was.
“Password Pro…” She started to ask until she caught sight of Harry asleep in Severus’s arms. She chuckled slightly and swung open for him.
“Thank you.” Severus mumbled out to the portrait and walked in to, what he couldn’t help but feel was enemy territory. “Seventh year dorms, where are they?” He barked at one of the fifth years.
The shocked Gryffindor simply pointed and Severus nodded his head and went to Harry’s shared dorm room. Upon his entry the laughing that the group of seventh year boys was doing stopped completely. They looked at their Potions Master and then caught sight of Harry’s sleeping form. They pointed quietly to his bed and said nothing; they even hurried out of the room to avoid angering the man, all except Ron that is. He watched as Severus lay Harry down slowly as if waiting for him to hurt the sleeping wizard.
It wasn’t until he lay Harry down that he realized that he couldn’t move away, not because he didn’t want to, but because Harry had a hold of his outer robe so tight that his knuckles were white. Severus considered waiting for Harry to let go, but being in the Gryffindor Tower this long already was starting to make him feel queasy. So he did the next logical thing, he shrugged out of the robe and wrapped it around Harry who in his sleep snuggled into it. As he started to leave, Ron stopped him.
“How is he Professor?” He asked clearly worried about his friend.
“He’s completely blind now Mister Weasley, other than that he seems fine.” Severus said coolly.
“Pardon me when I say this Professor, but sod off ya bleedin’ wanker! Harry’s never done anything wrong to you so why don’t you give him a bloody break already?” Ron snapped at the older man.
“I will not cater to him like the rest of the bloody Wizarding World!” Severus snapped at him. “Also, 50 points from Gryffindor for your foul mouth.” He bit out.
“You honestly think he wants all the attention he gets?” Ron hissed at the man. Severus said nothing, but the look on his face said he thought so. “I thought that too once, and it nearly cost me my friendship with Harry. He’s never wanted any of this, who would ask to be constantly thrown into danger?” Ron asked softly looking over at his best friend who was asleep on the bed.
“What the devil are you on about Weasley?” Severus questioned, puzzled by the youth’s words.
“Think about it, he was only alive for a year when You-Know-Who tried to kill him, and the he was forced to go and live with those Muggles, you don’t even want to imagine what they did to him, probably makes Death Eaters look like Princes.” A look of shock passed over Severus’s face for a split second before it was replaced by one of disbelief at this and Ron snapped at him again. ‘Oh you didn’t know Professor? You probably thought he lived in the lap of luxury when he was home didn’t you? And despite what’s happened recently you’re probably thinking it was a one time thing don’t you?” Ron snapped out, sounding remarkably like his mother.
“Yes, I was under that impression. Care to prove me wrong?” Severus asked as if daring Ron.
“You want me to prove it? Fine then, I will.” At this Ron walked over to Harry’s trunk and dug around it for a moment. Finally he pulled something out and looked at it for a moment before seeming to change his mind. Severus eyed what seemed to be a small book in the teen’s hands before plucking it from his grasp.
“What in Merlin’s name…?” he trailed off as he flipped the cover opened and realized he now held Harry Potter’s journal.
“Forget I said anything, just give it back!” Ron said quickly, sounding almost desperate, finally realizing what he was just about to do. What could possibly be so bad in here? Severus found himself musing. Ron then opened his mouth to ask for it back again, but before he could say anything else Harry started to moan in his sleep causing the red head to turn his attention from the older man and when he did Severus took his as his chance and quickly made a replica of the small book and slipped it into the pocket of his waistcoat.
After checking on Harry quickly Ron walked back over to Severus quickly and snatched the book from his hands. Severus quirked a brow at him for a moment but said nothing else as Ron slipped the journal back into Harry’s trunk where he’d taken it from.
“Let’s hear the rest of this little theory of yours.” Severus said crossing his arms with an almost bored expression on his face. Ron paused for a moment before finally nodded and sighed slightly.
“On top of everything else, he’s spent all his time here fighting You-Know-Who and now he’s blind.” Ron said throwing his hands up in the air finally thinking of washing his hands of trying to explain anything to the greasy git.
Severus’s face betrayed nothing, not that Ron was expecting it too, but he couldn’t help be angry with the older man. They all knew Severus a bitter bastard of a man, but this attitude he still had even with that had just happened to Harry was amazing. He honestly didn’t see why Draco thought he was such a great Professor.
“Keep an open ear Weasley, if he should start acting up in his sleep, owl me immediately.” Ron sighed again and nodded in response not even trying to say anything as he watched the man sweep out of the dorm room.
Harry: Shouts as he runs past being chased by Yami Ser Please R + R!!
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