Tags: Disability, Blindness
Harry had sensed it then, when the man was only sitting a few yards away, something that Harry's magic brought back to him as it ventured out to collect clues that Harry's eyes could not longer perceive. The man was afraid. Not of Harry, but of what would become of Harry. This Auror wanted ... no, he needed Harry to return to his offices, stand before the Wizengamot and continue to plead his lost causes. It was in the glances he cast at Harry, lingering long and with an intensity that Harry's magic sensed from nobody else. It was not unfamiliar, this undivided scrutiny. Sometimes it felt as if all through Hogwarts, Harry had been watched like this.
(Rec by @kk1smet)
Thoughts/musings under the cut:
This is that fic that draws you in Harry and Draco’s present circumstances, but will haunt you with the weight of history between them. I love the stark contrast of the fic title from the emotions it made me feel, how this Harry started seeing the world with his other senses and yet him being highly attuned to Draco remains ever-present, and this Draco—his unspoken concern and hurt echo so loudly in the backdrop and I ache.
If you’re seeking something short and tender with a beautiful + poignant writing, go for it. There’s also a gorgeous artwork that inspired this story (linked in the fic). See you on the next rec!