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Chapter 9:

New Vision

They caught the Underground through the city, and Harry was quickly unfamiliar with their surroundings, but George seemed to know rightwhere they were. They got off after twenty minutes and George led him and Fred up onto the street and then down two blocks. They stopped in front of a familiar old department store, and George politely asked the mannequin if he could come in. The answer was affirmative and the three of them stepped through the display window. Harry looked to the directory, wondering just what floor he would be treated on.

"Mr. Potter." Someone called clearly. Harry turned to see a tall young man making his way towards him. "Mr. Potter, I will be your healer for today, my name is Addien Thatcher. If you'll just follow me…" and he turned directly around and headed off down a hallway. Harry got the attention of the Twins and they all followed the rapidly walking wizard into the bowels of the hospital.

"Careful here…there's a cord and you'll trip if you don't watch out." He led them downstairs and then left into a small room. The Twins squeezed in behind Harry and sat on the couch on one side of the room.

"Now most people don't decide to follow through with this procedure because it makes your vision so good it's actually more difficult to see under some circumstances." Harry stared at him with creased brows. "It makes your vision crystal clear, and you can see in the dark also, which means that during the day everything is particularly bright and harder to see." Addien Thatcher continued.

"Why would I not want vision that clear?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Because it is difficult to adjust to such a thing, particularly older wizards turn down this opportunity as it's too much to adjust to." He paused. "The biggest thing to get used to is the amount of detail. You'll notice things in people's faces that you never saw before, you'll see new depths of color and your depth perception itself will be thrown off. Are you sure you want to do this? It is irreversible." Addien looked at Harry with his breath held.

"How long does it last? Like, is this a lifetime commitment, or do the effects fade after a long time the way regular vision does?" Harry asked.

"The effects will never fade, not even a little. It isn't even possible to go blind, well unless you were to physically carve your eyes out." He added as an after thought.

"Alright then lets do it."

"Positive?" He asked once more.

"Yes, I'm absolutely sick of wearing and relying on glasses." Harry took said objects off and handed them to Fred. "Where do you want me?"

"Go ahead and just sit on this stool." And he pulled the seat from a corner and put it right in the middle of the room. "Now blink as little as possible if you could." Addien instructed, pulling his wand out. "Habeo Peto." He mumbled, Harry felt his eyes begin to water, and he blinked. "Facio Convalesco." He muttered a few seconds later. "Oculus Per." Harry could feel his eyes burning, he blinked again. "Viso Omnis." And Harry knew it was the final incantation by he tone in which it was said. He was still staring at the wall as hard as he could. His eyes were still burning, and he blinked again.

"Go ahead and close them, if you would." Addien told him. Harry felt the wand tip touch each eyelid. "Open." Harry opened his eyes and looked directly into Addien's face. It was the most peculiar thing Harry had ever seen.

Every single ridge, line, wrinkle, and indentation on Addien's face was crystal clear. It was like looking at a map. Harry had thought Addien had a very clear complexion upon meeting him, but looking at the strange thing before him, he definitely changed his mind.

"Could we turn on the lights now?" He heard George ask. Harry looked over to him. Just then he thought he'd gone blind. White seared across his eyes and he had to blink several times before anything would again come into focus. He stared at Fred and George in fascination, watching expressions flicker across their faces. George was watching him just as keenly, while Fred seemed to be off thinking about something else, but still focused on him. Harry could tell these things by simply looking at them and seeing the details that he hadn't been able to before.

"How are you?" Addien asked. Harry turned back to him.

"Fine."

"Do your eyes hurt? Is there any pain?" Addien had lit the end of his wand and was leaning forward, peering intently into Harry's eyes, obviously making sure that they dilated properly. Harry shook his head. "Look as far to your right as you can without turning your head." Harry obliged. "Now look as far into that corner as you can. Now up. Now in that corner, and to your left. Down to your left, and straight down, and down to your right. Thank you." He leaned back and looked at Harry. "There is nothing wrong with your eyes now, your vision should be flawless. You will most likely experience some headaches for the first few days until your brain learns to adjust to lights more easily, I'll give you some potion for that. I also have eye drops that I want you to use if your eyes start to feel dry." He handed Harry five small vials of red liquid. "These are for the headaches." Then he handed him a bottle of Visine. "A very useful muggle product that my mother once suggested. You can pick it up in any muggle mart if you run out, and all you do is squirt a few drops into the eye that feels dry." He smiled widely. "It was a pleasure having you as a patient, Mr. Potter, I hope you enjoy the rest of your day." And he held the door open for the three of them to leave. Harry fell into step with George ahead and Fred behind.

"It's paid for already?" He asked George as they simply strolled past the front desk.

"It was set up months ago." George replied. "Yes it's paid for." He said. "Now to get you some furniture."

While walking down the street back towards the Underground station, they passed a muggle furniture shop, and a bed with a matching dresser caught Harry's eye. "Let's just get that one." He told them.

"Alright." They entered, got the largest sized bed the shopkeeper had, and then carried it out and around into the back alley.

"Fred can do the honors." George panted, setting his corner down. Fred slipped his wand out, checked to make sure there was no one about, and tapped the bed with his wand. The entire thing shrank to something that could easily fit in a dollhouse. Harry picked it up and put it inside one of the many pockets on his new jacket. "Sheets…pillows…blankets next." George said as they kept walking. A bit further on they found a department store. Harry chose a down comforter, with bottle green sheets and black pillowcases.

"Your room is red, you know." Fred informed him as they walked out.

"Yes with wonderfully gold carpet." Harry smiled at him.

"I'm Slytherin minded and Gryffindor hearted. It's ok." Harry assured him, slipping the miniaturized bedding into his own pocket.

"You're weird." Fred corrected.

"That too." Harry agreed with a grin. Once their shopping was finished, they headed to the nearest Underground station. "We're going home?" Harry asked.

"Unless you have other plans?" George raised an eyebrow. "We have to readjust the wards, you have to help, by the way, and then we have to actually open the place up for business. Oh, and you'll be helping with that too." Harry smiled widely.

"Fun."

"Yes I think it may be quite enjoyable." Fred said, walking on his other side.

Author's Note: I thought it would be nice if Harry was able to see without glasses. this keen vision will also show up in later chapters...