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Harry Potter was sitting in his bedroom at No. 4 Privet Drive, with his owl Hedwig and all of his newly acquired school books, quills and potions vials. He had loved going around Diagon Alley with Hagrid, but having not been able to see anything with his own eyes, he was a bit put out.
Being blind was a nightmare to Harry and it was thanks to the Dursley's that he couldn't see anything. They had hit him about the head so much over the years, that blindness became the result.
He didn't know what to do. Today was the first of September and he should've gotten on the Hogwarts Express this morning at eleven am. But how could he, when he was blind and no-one would help him? So he was stuck at Privet Drive with no way of getting to school. Hedwig hooted softly from her cage, in the corner by his bedroom window.
Harry got up and, by his senses, managed the few steps over to her. He fumbled about opening the cage door, but did eventually get it open. Then he held out his arms, moved to his right, and felt for the edges of his desk. Once there, Harry felt for a piece of paper and a pencil. The page, he found - and though it was a small scrap, it should be enough, he thought. But the pencil...
Hedwig hooted sadly, flew to the desk, found the pencil for him, and handed it to her owner.
'Thanks, Hedwig.'
With the pencil in hand, he started to write a short note:
Dear, whoever answers this note
My name is Harry Potter and I am suffering from a condition, that I don't really like to talk about. I was unable to get onto the Hogwarts Express today because of this reason. I don't know how to get to Hogwarts. Is there a chance, that someone could be sent to collect me? Sorry for the inconvenience.
Harry.
Harry then picked up the note and held it in his hand.
'Could you take this, Hedwig? To Hogwarts? And give it to the first person you find?'
Hedwig hooted once, before taking the note in her beak and hopping up onto the window sill. The window was already open, due to it being so hot.
As Hedwig flew off, Harry felt his way back to his bed, hoping that someone would get his message and come and help him.