![]() ![]() He wasn’t supposed to speak to strangers. The parents of the person sitting at the bench? Harry resolved to ignore them and instead see if he could find somewhere else to sit. But we came here to relax, and she always insists on reading!” said the other flecked figure, who Harry thought might be a woman. “With all the books she carries around, frankly she probably doesn’t need much more exercise than the walk here!” Whoever it was chuckled. We both know she’s more interested in math than the swings,” said a voice - probably a man, Harry thought - belonging to one of them. “Oh leave her, there’s no harm in letting her read. Also nearby were two other people - mostly grey but with those same tiny golden flecks - standing near what Harry believed to be the swingset. It was what the person looked like to him - a swirl of red and blue, with golden flecks sparkling within. It wasn’t that someone was sitting on the bench, that wasn’t out of the ordinary at this hour. Rounding the corner, however, what he saw was new. There was a seat he could always sense well, and he would usually sit there and listen to the birds and the leaves of the trees. Eventually, his uneasy gait found him at the park he so often waited at - it was a little easier to ‘see’ than most places, with a few colours in some places. He kept walking, making sure each step was secure as the sound of birds surrounded him. Once in a while he’d see someone else with colours, but he’d never gotten to talk to them. He had his own colours, sort of purple and red. ![]() If anything, the Dursleys were aggressively grey. Sometimes there were filaments flitting about, clinging to objects. If Dudley wouldn’t immediately push him back down again, that was. Number 4 Privet Drive was saturated in them, to the point he could nearly run up the stairs if he concentrated enough. Not with his eyes though, it was hard to explain. He couldn’t see with his eyes, other than a vague sense of light and dark - which wasn’t particularly useful when he spent most of his time in the cupboard under the stairs - but he could ‘see’ colours sometimes. But it wasn’t easy to navigate even if the fresh air was a nice change. If anything, he liked the occasional ability to leave the house without the tyrannical eyes of his relatives on him. Harry didn’t resent being told to go out. Normally visitors were in the evening, when there were fewer people out. But today the Dursleys had visitors, and didn’t want their “blind freak” of a ward in the house. What was unusual was the time - Uncle Vernon didn’t normally have Harry out of the house this early the neighbours might see him. It was enough to mark the way for him to find the park. The colours weren’t very strong here, but every now and then filaments clung to the path and the hedges he could hear. Picking himself back up, he stood carefully and concentrated on continuing along the path. It wasn’t unusual, he could never tell where it was. Chapters 289-375: Post Deathly Hallows "Epilogue" content. ![]() Plot-adjacent - Same sorta things happen, but in a different way. Note, some things might lack context if you skip. Since this fic is gonna be quite long, I’m adding a key here. Starts before Ariadne has even figured out she’s a girl and before she is rescued from the Dursleys. Blind trans girl Harry Potter fic to spite JK Rowling’s TERF ass. If blindness wasn’t enough for Ariadne Granger to deal with upon attending Hogwarts, being the transgender Girl Who Lived didn’t help matters. Kaleidoscopic Grangers Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 1512283 Chapters: 376/376 Comments: 4493 Kudos: 3797 Bookmarks: 638 Hits: 287305 ![]() Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE.like seriously ron's a good person here it's nice.those last two are honestly just taking the canon and not glorifying abusers thank you very much.Hermione Granger & Harry Potter are Siblings.Ariadne Granger (Character Reinterpretation). ![]()
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