Chapter 1
Ginny and harry fell out of love fairly quickly.
Post war it was as if magic had gon mad. It was as if it had decided it needed more vessels after losing so many. Anti-conception charms stoped working, dark wizards out for revenge could no longer claim victims with infertility curses and even some older wizarding couples who had been unable to produce children were suddenly found expecting.
Harry had not been spared of this madness. Barely out of school and ginny home for easter holidays she had informed him.
James Sirius was on the way. A rushed marriage and two years later, Albus Severus was born. Harry was happy. He had always craved a family. Ginny on the other hand, having always been Fred and Georges favourite, had grown up quite the tomboy and motherhood had her loose her spark. They still hoped though and a little under a year later, Lily Rose was brought into the world.
It was in may of his twenty-second year that Harry suddenly went blind and... oversensitive to human touch.
Of course, ginny first tried to be compassionate, but at 21, with two small toddlers and a five months old, taking care of Harry was too much.
So after a lot of private quarrelling, the two quietly split up in september of that year.
His relationship with Malfoy took of only a few months after that.
Harry had been living back in Grimmauld Place since his divorce from Ginny. Months of agonising and mostly experimental healer-treatments depleted Harry’s morale and finally it was George and Hermione that came up with a solution. Well, at least to one of his problems. A modification on the spell George and Fred had created for the extendable ears, allowed Harry a form of echo-location that used the ambient magic in a space. This however meant he would have to stay in the wizarding-world indefinitely. And then, even though he could now ‘see’ in a way, there was still the problem of touch.
Unable to touch let alone hold his own children, Harry became more and more secluded, only going out to Diagonally In the early mornings or late at night, avoiding the crowds so as not to accidentally bump into someone and have his nerves on end for the remainder of the day. When even early mornings in Diagonally became overcrowded, he turned to Nocturnally. It was on such an outing that he encountered Malfoy.
Harry was only just stepping out of a store wand in hand and ready to disaparate when a hand suddenly grabbed hold of his wrist. Instinctively flinching back, he tried to wrench free but then stopped abruptly, no bolts of pain were shooting up his arm. He stood frozen for a moment, heart rate increasing by leaps and bounds. And he fell.
His knees touched the ground before he knew what was happening and he felt tears inundating his eyes as he he gripped the strangers’ hand with a shaking hand that only seconds ago, he had tried to get free.
His breath became short and sounds were muffled as if he was hearing under water.
A distinct “Potter” came through before the hand was brutally torn away, replaced by another one on his shoulder. He immediately knew this hand belonged to a different person as pain traveled down his every nerve end and, letting out a tortured cry, all went black.