Blindness Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I walked out of the room, note in hand, and spotted Anna just coming around the corner with a cup of coffee in one hand and a clipboard in the other. I waited next to the door and as she approached and noticed me, her face that was once stern and seemingly uncaring grew worried as she asked, "Nathan what's wrong?" When I didn't answer immediately she immediately assumed the worse and asked, "Did... did he reject you?" I looked at her with widened eyes at that and shook my head no before answering her previous question, "Anna I don't think he can see." I said my voice but a mere whisper. When she gave me a questioning look, I handed her the note that she read slowly before giving me a look of

"Please, just open your eyes." Jung-Ho lightly pats Sook-Ja's cheek. The young girl, whose lifeless body is next to him, and he is kneeling. He is to blame for her current state. While returning from work, she was involved in an accident. He cries out, "Open your eyes," as his own eyes begin to blur. His skull is bruised, and tears are running down his face. He moves his fingers lightly to stroke the side of her cheek. When his hand accidentally bumps against a brand-new wound, he struggles to contain his sobs. It aches worse than anything I've ever experienced, which makes the suffering unbearable. The car is on fire and the flames are rising high into the sky.

Cameron finished as Harry reversed into a car behind them. “Shit,” Harry cursed under their breath and put the car into gear. “Blindspot.” Cameron realized what they meant as he really looked at them. “Oh, shit, Harry. What happened to your eye?” “You don’t know?” Harry was shocked. “Oh fuck,” Rhett said under his breath. “I don’t know what?” Cameron was confused. “Talen didn’t say anything to you about your father and I being hurt?” Harry echoed Cameron’s confusion. “No,” Cameron’s eyes widened. “Are you okay? I mean, obviously not okay. Your eye, Harry. Will it heal do you think? What happened?”

It’s like he sees through me, or past me, as if I’m insignificant. Unless… A ridiculous thought claws at the edges of my mind. What if he can’t see me at all? What if he’s—? “Your eyes,” I whisper, before I can stop myself. His brow furrows, something flashing across his face. “What about them?” I take a step closer. The air between us suddenly thickens. “You’re blind, aren’t you?” My voice is shaky, but the words land like a punch. “Does your family even know? Their perfect son—”

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"

they said in relief. “Is it?” The woman said with relief. “We were not sure. We have been bathing your eye with blood, as well as feeding it to you as much as we could as you were not swallowing… Hoping that it would help you to heal.” “My vision is… wrong,” Harry looked again at their fingers. “Or the blood is black, and your skin is purple, and the room is red…”

He wondered if Harry had some kind of supernatural ability or if there was another explanation for the strange occurrence. Harry sighed in frustration and tried to suppress the pain. He covered one eye with his hand and then opened it again. Instantly, one of Harry's eyes glowed with a fiery yellow hue. He groaned and struck the restroom mirror, causing it to crack. Arlo was startled by the noise and made a sound, alerting Harry to the fact that he was not alone in the restroom. Harry turned and moved closer to Arlo, intending to investigate the source of the noise. However, Arlo reacted much quicker and without making a sound. He swiftly moved to another location just as Harry checked where

He wanted to burn her to ashes. She was more alert. She took out black smoke from her hand which spread around. Harry's eyesight suddenly disappeared. He was trying to look again and again in the blink of an eye." That's what you did. "He couldn't see anything. He shouted loudly. He had never been so helpless. "It was a very interesting game. I wish we could play a little longer. But I have to go to the emergency room. So ...." Her laughing voice came and with that she disappeared. He ran towards her and searched for her for a long time but she was nowhere.

But I was frozen in place, unable to move, as he continued to pull my leg. I struggled to free my leg from his grasp, but his grip was like iron. “What do you mean, who's blind?” I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls. “Are you calling me blind? What did you do to my eyes?” The anger and fear were fighting for control of my body, and I could feel my muscles trembling as I tried to break free. I wanted to scream, to fight back, but I was stuck in place, frozen by his words. “Your blindness has nothing to do with your eyes,” he uttered, a cruel laughter finding its way out of his mouth. “You've been poisoned with silver, and unless you take the antidote in the next five days, the blindness

"Please, George...can I talk to him? I need to know why he did this to me." My laughter was harsh. How could she think of him even in this situation? "Talk to him? Are you kidding me? Luca's gone, Willow. Forever. And even if he wasn't, what would be the point? He's made it clear how little you mean to him." Willow's face tore from in anguish. "And my eyesight? Can I get it back? Please, George, tell me there's a way..." My voice was cold. "No, Willow. There's no way. You're blind now. And it's all because of your stupidity."