Things were different. Things would always be different. Because he was different. It was always about him and his horrible petulance. He should feel ashamed to be in the care of such good people. He should know that they'll care for him, even with the way he was. With his... weakness. Because he was blind. Harry Potter was blind. Or as they called him, Boy.

Everything changed when they went into the Tunnels. Everything. He almost forgot what a sunrise felt like. He almost forgot the feel of rain on his skin. He almost missed the birds chirping in the morning sky. Almost.

Harry Potter was a normal child. He grew up with other kids his age and loved to read. He loved to play in the sun and read and play with Dudley's toys. For all intents and purposes, he loved being a kid. And then he learned.