Chapter 2
8 year old Harry walked down the street, swaying slightly as he avoided accidentally stepping off the curb or walking into objects.
You see, the boy-who-lived was blind. Just as his father was. He wore sunglasses, Rayban green ones, and when he took them off, he attracted crowds. His left pupil, marred by a lightning-shaped scar, was a cloudy green, but his right eye matched his father's bright purple's. You couldn't even tell he was fully blind unless you looked closer, at the very faint line that went from his eyebrow to his chin.
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He stopped, hand brushing against the apartment's main door. He knew the entire building better than the back of his hand. Because in reality, it was just a cover-up for something else. Taking his keycard out of his pocket, he tapped it against the reader and let himself in.
Once inside, he used the intricate carvings on the wall to guide himself to room 104, where he stepped into the glitched portal back to his universe.
"Hey dad, hi Grian, Hi Bdubs, hi Keralis,"