Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling, Scholastic and Bloomsbury. No copyright infringement is intended and no money has changed hands.

A/N: Sorry, this isn't part of LBA. This on kind of came up and bit me on the butt, and I just had to try it. It's an odd concept, so please tell me what you think!

Enjoy!


As A Bat
How Things Are Different

Godric's Hollow, October 31, 1981...

James smiled as his baby son stood up on wobbly legs and walked from his mother's side to him. Harry was a delight to both of his parents, and they could only hope that the ongoing war that raged around their ears would be over with before it could touch their small family.

James was shocked when he felt the wards crumble. What!? How could they have... Peter! That traitorous little rat! "Lilly! Get Harry out of here!"


But we all know that wasn't to be. Voldemort had chosen his informant wisely, played on the stupid runt's insecurities like a favored instrument, and the result was his entry into one of the most secure homes in all of Great Britain. The Queen herself was hardly more protected than the Potters.

James died first, Lilly screaming out his name as she heard the killing curse. And then the monster came for her as well, telling her to give him the child. And she died to protect him, pushing her love for the boy into him at the last moment to help him in any way she could.

And it worked. But it didn't work perfectly. Voldemort's aim was just a tad off from where he had intended to aim his wand. The curse still ricocheted, destroying Voldemort (or so we all thought) but where all it might have done was leave the scar, it also left the infant sightless.


"Poppy, are you sure there isn't anything you can do?"

"I'm sorry, Albus. The corneas are completely polarized, the retinas incapacitated and the optic nerves disintegrated. We're lucky there was no brain damage. Hell, we're lucky he survived at all."

Albus Dumbledore looked down at the sleeping child, his thoughts tormented by the knowledge that this war had taken the boy's sight. How was the boy to become the savior of the wizarding world when he was blind? And more immediately, who could not only be trusted to protect him, but could also deal with his special needs at the same time?


"Absolutely not! I will not be saddled with the blind child of my freak sister and her freak husband! Take him to the orphanage! Immediately!"

"All right, Petunia. I'll take care of it for you. You just get Dudley settled for the night and I'll deal with this little problem."

Vernon took no chances. He drove all the way to London and dropped him on the doorstep of an orphanage there. Then he drove away with a clear conscience, knowing that the boy would be better off there than under the "tender mercies" of his wife, whose hatred of all things magical would surely have harmed the boy eventually.

He'd removed the note which had been left by Dumbledore and left his own. "Harry Potter. Born July 31, 1980. Parents killed in a car crash. Only survivor. No other family."


And there's the first chapter. Hope you've enjoyed it so far. It's a bit patchy, but that's because I want plenty of room to play later in the game. Review please!