I'm sorry, I don't understand you.

I'm sorry, I don't understand you.

We all know the story of how Lord Voldemort was defeated by Harry Potter when he was just a baby, and how he grew up with no living relatives other than the Dursleys. But what if the story had turned out differently? What if did have other living family? How would things change if the Boy Who Lived had a twin sister?

Okay, so this used to be in quiz form also, but I'm re-writing it, so hope you enjoy! :D

Okay, so the main character is deaf. There will be a lot of signing in here. :D

Chapter 1

Platform 9 3/4

I looked at myself in the mirror. Flaming red hair, bright green eyes, a smattering of freckles across my nose and cheeks and a long, jagged scar circling the right side of my neck.

I was wearing a pair of jeans that were much too long for me, as I was short for my age, and Aunt Petunia refused to hem them once she'd gotten them from a neighbor as hand-me-downs. I was wearing a plain white t-shirt along with it, and tennis shoes that were too small and pinching my toes uncomfortably.

Am I really a witch? I thought to myself for about the thousandth time. Because I sure don't look like one.

I shook my head and washed my hands in the sink. I needed to hurry up, Hagrid had said something about catching another train.

As I was drying my hands, I was shoved roughly out of the way by some lady in 8-inch high heels and a slutty grey business suit. She was blabbering on and on, but I couldn't hear her, so I just stood there, crossing my arms over my chest.

The lady finally turned to look at me. "Are you even listening to me?" I saw her say, standing with her hands on her hips, her face twisted in an ugly glare.

I shook my head, smiling slightly. "No, I'm not listening. You know why? 'Cause I'm as deaf as a post!" I brushed past her and left the bathroom before I could see her say anything else.

I was used to people completely disregarding the fact that a child might possibly have more problems than they do, but it still stung me every time someone acted like that towards me.

I made my way through the crowded King's Cross Station to where Hagrid, Harry and I had had lunch. As I reached the table, Hagrid was standing up.

He was very tall, that's all I knew about him really. Oh, and that he had told Harry and I that we were both "magical folk".

In front of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia to boot! You should've seen the looks on their faces!

"It's all on yer tickets, all you have to do is look." I saw him say. I turned to Harry and looked at the tickets he was holding. They were small golden sheets of paper that said platform 9 3/4.

"What does that mean?" I signed to Harry.

"I don't know," He signs back. Then he turned to where Hagrid had been standing, his lips moving in a question.

But I looked up and we both saw that Hagrid was already gone, disappearing without a trace.

I have to learn how to do that!

Harry turned back to me, shrugged, and waved for me to come on, to follow him.

We steered our carts and headed through the station. Harry stuck right by my side the whole time, tapping my arm when I had to move out of the way of something or someone I couldn't hear.

"There's platform 9," I said, pointing. "And platform 10."

I saw Harry sigh in frustration, looking like he was very confused and not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, he turned around like he'd heard something important. I followed his gaze and saw that he was watching a family of six redheads as they passed us.

I tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. "What is it?" I signed.

"They know how to get on the train!" He signed urgently, his green eyes looking bright with excitement.

Harry waved to me and we pushed our carts after the family hurriedly.

When we reached them, I saw that now there were only three redheads left. Harry started talking to the one who looked like the mother, although she was barely taller than the two remaining children.

She smiled at me kindly and I waved back.

"Hi." I said, seeing that the two other redheads were a boy who was about Harry's and mine age, and a girl who was a little younger.

The lady pointed to the wall between the stations, talking to Harry encouragingly.

Harry signed to me that we had to run straight at the wall to get into the real station.

"What, are you crazy?" I signed back as the woman and her two remaining children stared at me in shock.

"Trust me," Harry signed back, his face pleading with me. "Please."

Okay, on the up side I'll make it to Platform 9 34 in some magical way, or on the down side I'll just run straight into the wall with a pure white kitten in a carrier case. That's cool, I guess./

After a minute, I nodded. "Okay." I signed, shrugging.

Let's do this.

Without giving myself a second to back out of it, I grabbed my cart and ran straight for the wall, trying not to wince.

Instead of crashing, I came out on the other side in a station that looked exactly like the other one, but only had one train and people were...different over here.

I turned around in time to see Harry run through and laughed at the look of surprise on his face. He looked shocked to see that he was still alive.

Harry smiled when he saw me laughing. He's told me before that my laugh is really pleasant to hear.

"Can you believe this?" Harry signed as the other redheads burst through the wall behind us.

I shook my head in disbelief as we pushed our way through the crowd.

After much pushing, shoving, and excusing, we came to a compartment towards the middle of the train that was still empty. Harry and I stopped there and I was about to pick up my trunk when I was rammed into from behind. I fell and felt something heavy fall on top of me

OW.

I looked up and saw that another one of the redheads had fallen on top of me, this one looking to be a little older than me.

His mouth was moving a mile a minute and I couldn't follow what he was saying because of how fast he was going. I held up my hands to my ears, but the guy had stopped suddenly and was gaping at Harry in surprise.

"What did you say to him?" I signed furiously, although I already knew the answer.

Harry looked pained, as if he regretted what he had said.

"I...I said you were deaf," he both spoke and signed.

I turned away from him and grabbed my trunk and threw it into the compartment along with my kitty carrier holding Evalinne.

I felt a tap on the shoulder and turned to see the same boy with red hair.

I was able to read his lips this time, as he spoke much slower.

"I'm awfully sorry I fell on you." He said, half-smiling.

Smiling in return, I waved my hand in the air. "It's fine. Don't worry about it."

"I'm George Weasley." I saw him say, holding his hand out to shake.

"It's nice to meet you, George." I said, shaking his hand once or twice with a smile on my face.

Then I turned to the compartment where Harry was waiting.

George tapped me on the shoulder again and I turned back around. "Wait, I didn't catch your name."

I blushed beet red, a sheepish grin on my lips. "Sorry. I'm Hollie. Hollie Potter."

George's eyes widened for a fraction, but then he just smiled. "That's a nice name, Hollie."

I grinned again. "Well, I'll see you." George waved once more and then I turned and climbed into the compartment, shutting the door behind me.

I sat across from Harry, next to Evalinne's carrier, and glared at him as he tried to avoid my gaze.

"Why? Why did you do that, Harry?" I signed rapidly as the train started moving in the direction of Hogwarts.

"I-I'm sorry, okay?" Harry said and signed. "I knew he was going way to fast for you to understand. I was just trying to help you."

No. That's not right and he knows it. I shook my head violently. "You want to help me?" I signed to him.

Harry nodded slowly, his face unsure.

"Then STOP doing that!" I signed furiously. "Please." I signed not as harshly, my face more relaxed as I moved my hand in a clockwise motion a few times near my left shoulder.

"Okay Hollie. I won't, I promise. I'm really really sorry." Harry replied, obviously relieved that I'd calmed down.

Then he looked to the compartment door on my left. I turned and saw the younger redhead boy standing there, looking nervous as he looked between the two of us.

He said something to Harry who signed to me quickly, "Do you mind if he sits here?"

I shrugged and waved the kid in. He shut the door and sat down next to Harry, watching me warily. He said something really fast and I couldn't understand.

Harry kept his mouth shut, watching me.

"I'm deaf. I can't hear you." I said,pointing to my ear. "Could you speak a little slower so that I can read your lips easier?"

The kid nodded hurriedly. "Sorry, I didn't know," he said a little slower. "I'm Ron by the way. Ron Weasley."

"I'm Hollie. Hollie Potter." I said, smiling.

Ron's jaw dropped. "So- so it's true?"

Harry and I both nodded.

"I mean do you really have the-the...the scars?" Ron gestured to his forehead as he ended his question in a whisper.

"Oh, yeah." Harry held up his hair to show his scar and I turned my head to the side, lifting my own curly red hair up.

Hagrid had told us that an evil wizard named You-Know-Who, or Lord Voldemort, had come after Harry. He tried to kill me and our mum and dad as well.

Mum and Dad were killed, but when he tried to kill Harry, I was hit by part of the blast, giving me a scar and making me lose all my hearing.

I turned back around just in time to see Ron say, "Wicked."

I laughed and Ron grinned in embarrassment.

"Sorry," He muttered, turning red around the ears.

"Is your family all wizards or witches?" Harry signed and spoke.

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure." He said absentmindedly, staring at Harry's hands.

"Can...can I ask what you were doing just now?" Ron asked tentatively, looking from me to Harry and back again.

I shrugged and nodded. "He was signing so that it would be easier for me to follow the conversation. It gets hard to read lips after a while."

"So you guys sign to each other all the time?" Ron asked, looking intrigued.

Harry nodded and S&S, "Yeah, it's like our special code when we're at the Dursleys." He caught my eye and I laughed, remembering all the times we'd made jokes about the Dursleys without them knowing at all.

The three of us kept talking and laughing as the train continued on its way, learning more about each other as the minutes passed. I could tell that Ron was going to be a great friend to Harry and I.

A lady came by later with a trolley of food and Harry bought a ton of candy that we stuffed ourselves with.

My favorites were the pumpkin pasties, they were more delicious than anything I'd ever gotten at the Dursleys.

Later on, I was eating another one of them, leaning against the side of the compartment and looking out the window, wondering what Hogwarts would be like.

That was when I started falling asleep.

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