Chapter 3
Lost in the Dark

Draco laid still, his whole body in a dull ache. Weakly he tried to open his eyes, but found that he couldn't. His arms felt as though they were filled with lead as he managed to bring them up to his face, feeling the bandages around his eyes.

"So…" came a familiar voice to his right, "the sleeping beauty finally wakes."

Draco dropped his arms back at his sides, and managed a soft grin, "Glad to… erm, hear you too Severus."

"Sarcasm," the professor sighed, "you must be feeling better."

Draco laughed softly, but even in his darkness he could hear that his godfather was relieved that he was awake.

"I'm in the hospital wing I assume?" Draco asked.

"You assume correct," was the short reply.

Draco was silent for a moment, trying to judge the injuries he had acquired.

"What potion did they give me?" he asked finally, "I can barely move."

"An extremely strong painkiller," Severus informed him, "I won't bother you with the name, you won't recognize it. They put a powerful salve on your burns and bandages of course, which could account for any immobility. Again, I won't bother you with an unfamiliar name."

"That bad off, am I?" Draco asked, trying to keep his voice light, though inside he squirmed with impatiens at the state of his body, "Severus?" he asked when there was no reply, and he turned his head in the direction of where Severus's voice had come from.

"I'm here boy," he replied, then sighed heavily.

"Don't you dare lie to me Severus," Draco told him seriously, "I'll find out at one point or another anyway. Now how bad off am I?"

There was a pause, and Draco listened intently. When his godfather spoke, he was surprised to find his voice heavy with sorrow.

"Your arms and some of your torso are burned," came the sad voice of his professor, "though not so badly that they won't heal well. With magical aid of course, but they'll heal. You'll have light scaring around your eyes, for they were burnt pretty badly. And…"

He paused, and Draco asked impatiently, "And what?"

"And…" Severus paused again before speaking, "and you'll never see again."

A suffocating silence filled the air as Draco absorbed this.

"I'll…" he began, but found that his mouth had become quite dry, he licked his lips, then whispered softly, "you mean I'm blind?"

"Yes," Severus said heavily, and Draco heard the rustle of his robes as he got up to leave.

"Wait!" Draco cried, biting back a yelp of pain as he hurriedly tried to sit up, "how…" he faltered, wondering briefly how his professor would react to his question, "how's Granger?"

There was a pause before the clipped reply reached his ears, "Depressed, but physically fine."