The boy's blindness

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, duhAu: Harry Potter killed Voldemort when he was one! So no Voldemort anymore but Harry Potter still has his scar to always remember the night he killed himNote: Wrote this story at 3am, sorry for the mistakes!!

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The boy was eleven years old. Which was a good age in his opinion. He was old enough to go to Middle school, could go down the street on his own without people worrying and was finally allowed to have his own phone. And a beautiful one at that. Not that it was as new and modern as Amy's but it was still very special.

His mama had gifted it to him.

But his fantastic year where he had already made so many plans and had so many expectations of was crushed by one, innocent, letter bought by a beautiful brown bird. A letter that made him officially a wizard. When he received it, he had hide it in his room in hope that his mama and papa wouldn't see it but... Obviously they had. And now, he was sitting by the window of a train, sulking and day dreaming about all the things he could have done today. But now, Amy just had to be an annoying older sister and had to have as a hobby looking in his stuff. His family sucked.As the train started moving, the little sulking boy of eleven stared at all the waving families without seeing his and his already bad mood only worsened. They didn't come.

The door suddenly opened, distracting him from the window, and in came a red-haired boy with some dirt on the side of the nose. He didn't seem interesting so the boy simply looked away, seeing from the corner of the eye the red-haired sitting across his seat.

"I'm Ron by the way." His mama always told him that looking at someone talking to him was polite. He did just that, even though he wasn't interested. The red haired was smiling, his smile a little too excited for him to be comfortable. "Ron Weasley."

"Samael Sullivan..."

The conversation did not follow and he was relieved. Sam could have said the name the letter used, but it didn't seem right.. His mama and papa had given him his name for a reason and his bore it with pride.

The red haired - Ron, he tried to remind himself - tried to engage in some talking but his answers were so cold and short that his attempts didn't last long. Sam simply was too angry (or saddened?) that his family hadn't come to tell him goodbye for the year. He knew they had to stay hidden, that no one should know that they existed because it was too dangerous, that bad people were waiting for him to be hurt, but it didn't change how he felt. Even Amy, who usually never listened to their parents, didn't come. Never before did he feel so lonely. So... abandoned.

Trying to change his thoughts to something nicer, he looked out by the window, taking in everything he was seeing and promising himself that as soon as he could, he would write a letter to his family to tell them about the beautiful lakes and mountains and villages and bridges. His mama took his phone away when he received his letter, at his great deception... But maybe, if they knew what the outside was made of, if they knew that it wasn't just a garden and a playground, they could move! Maybe, he wouldn't have to go this school and learn about magic and have to leave all his friends and Amy.

He couldn't wait to write to them...