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 3

No really, what house am I in?

We followed Professor McGonagall into an enormous hall that had a ceiling that was made to look like it was nighttime. I couldn't help but wonder if it was the real sky.

The hall was full of students, all sitting at four tables parallel to each other. Ghosts were mixed in and among them, sticking out like sore thumbs in their pearly whiteness.

There was also another table perpendicular to the other four at the front that was full of adults, who I assumed were the teachers.

Most of the students were turning to get a look at all of us as we passed them, as if we were really interesting.

I kept a nervous smile on my face, and as I walked beside Jem, I reached out and took his hand in mine. Jem gave my hand a gentle squeeze, meaning that he was nervous too.

Professor McGonagall led us in front of the teacher's table where there was a small stool standing by itself. On top of that stool was a pointed wizard's hat like the ones that most of the students and staff were wearing. But this hat was patched and frayed and very dirty.

What do we have to do? I wondered as we crowded around the hat. We don't have to pull anything out of the hat, do we?

Then the brim of the hat opened up and looked like it was moving. Harry immediately started signing for Jem and I so that we could understand what was going on.

Basically, the hat told us about the four houses and how he'll see everything in our heads when we wear him, and how we shouldn't be afraid 'cause he's a thinking cap.

When it was done, the hat returned to its still position and Professor McGonagall picked up a long-looking scroll. "When I call your name, you will sit on the stool and place the hat on your head."

A few of us nodded nervously and then Professor McGonagall cleared her throat.

"Abbot, Hannah!"

A girl with blonde pigtails and trembling hands walked up, sat down, and put the hat on her head. There was a pause, and the hat spoke again.

Harry told Jem and I that it had sorted Hannah into Hufflepuff. I watched her as she went and sat at a table that was cheering and clapping.

The sorting went on and on. We saw Hermione get sorted into Gryffindor, Malfoy got sorted into Slytherin, and some girl with the last name of McKinnon got sorted into Gryffindor.

Then I saw Professor McGonagall say, "Potter, Harry!"

I turned and saw the whole hall had burst into speech, talking amongst themselves excitedly.

Turning back around, I watched as Harry sat down on the stool and the professor put the hat on his head. For some reason, it seemed to take his longer than the others, but then the hat yelled out a name- by this time I could tell what the hat said- Gryffindor!

Yay!

I saw Harry grin and go sit at a table that was cheering uproariously, taking a seat near quite a few redheads.

"Potter, Hollie!" I saw Professor McGonagall call out. Jem squeezed my hand once more before letting me go so that I could walk up to the stool.

My heart beating madly in my chest, I sat down on the stool, the hat falling onto my head and falling a little bit past my eyes.

I waited, but nothing happened. I waited some more, just staring at the inside of the dark hat, not sure of what to do.

Then the hat was whipped off my head and Professor McGonogall motioned for me to get down.

"What house am I in?" I asked timidly, standing up and looking directly at Professor McGonagall, not wanting to see anyone making fun of me.

Talk about embarrassing...

The professor smiled at me kindly and pointed to the Gryffindor table, where Harry had gone.

I nodded in thanks and walked down the steps while everyone in the Great Hall stared at me, nobody applauding except for Harry, Ron and a few other redheads.

I sat down in between Harry and one of Ron's twin brothers. The other twin was across from me, next to Hermione. (Ron had told us that they were twins)

Ignoring the looks I was getting from all over the Hall, I watched the other students get sorted, up until Professor McGonogall called, "Spinnet, James!"

I crossed my fingers under the table as Jem stepped up to the stool confidently and jammed the hat over his head.

Come on, come on, come on....

After a minute, I saw the hat yell, "Gryffindor!"

YES! I thought excitedly. We're in the same house!

I clapped my hands and waved Jem over as soon he took the hat off. He grinned and came to our table, sitting down in between Hermione and Ron's brother.

Then we watched as Ron was sorted into Gryffindor also. Dumbledore said some strange words and then food appeared in front of us magically.

How did that happen?

Jem and I grinned at each other across the table and we all piled food onto our plates.

After a few minutes of eating, I turned to the twin next to me. "You're George, right? The one who flattened me?"

He groaned but ended up smiling. "I did apologize, come on, Hollie."

"And you're Fred?" I asked the boy sitting next to Jem, grinning at George's response.

"How can you tell us apart?" Fred asked, grinning crookedly before taking a drink of pumpkin juice.

I shrugged. "When you're deaf," I S&S, "you tend to become really good at looking at things and noticing differences."

Jem signed something too quickly for Harry to follow and I laughed.

"What did he say?" Hermione asked curiously after taking a bite of food.

I tried to stop laughing. "He said that our eyesight is so good that we can spot shoes on sale from a mile away."

I shook my head, grinning, and kicked Jem under the table as he laughed at his own joke.

Of course, we're the only ones laughing, but whatever.

After I finally calmed down, Harry tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to a boy with spiky brown hair on the other side of Fred.

"Seamus, right?" I asked, smiling at him.

He nodded. "Aye. So you couldn't hear what the hat was saying then?"

I shook my head and shrugged. "I can't hear people talk let alone an old hat." I S&S so that Jem could understand what we were saying.

Jem nodded and pointed at himself, showing that he couldn't hear the hat either.

"So how are you twp going to be able to follow along in classes?" Hermione asked me, raising an eyebrow at Jem and I skeptically.

I signed what she said to Jem, then S&S, "We can read lips, so that should work for now." I shrugged. "We can't have interpreters follow us everywhere. It's a real pain."

Jem nodded in agreement and then I saw Harry and everyone but Jem and I stiffen suddenly.

"What's wrong?" I asked them, frowning slightly and looking from one face to the next.

Then I felt something hit the back of my head and turned around to see that Malfoy and his gang were laughing and making faces at me, yelling. They were too far away for me to understand what they were saying, but I got the gist.

I rolled my eyes and turned back around as my fellow housemates stared at me.

Harry tapped me on the shoulder. "You okay?" He S&S.

"Seriously? You think I'm gonna let an idiot like him get to me?" I signed back, not feeling like speaking. "Please, give me some credit."

Harry didn't seem fully convinced, but he let it rest and turned to talk to Ron. I looked down at my plate and found I wasn't very hungry anymore.

Come on, Hollie. You knew that something like this might happen.

Yes, but not this soon.

Jem knew what was going on and wasn't eating much anymore either. Hermione had started talking to Ron's oldest brother at Hogwarts, Percy Weasley, and Harry was still talking to Ron, who knows what.

Then George tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to face him. "Hey Hollie, what is the sign for friend?"

I held up my hands and wrapped my index fingers around each other in a kind of knot. "This is how you say friends," I explained as Fred, Seamus, Neville Longbottom and Dean Thomas watched.

In case you haven't noticed yet, I'm really good with names.

"Do you want to be-" George then made the sign for friends "-friends?"

I grinned at the sentiment and the effort George had made into asking me that. It made me feel special. "That would be great, George, thanks."

George grinned back then, as if he was pleased with himself. "Do you like Quidditch?"

Well, I don't know what it is, but it sounds interesting.

I shrugged. "Never seen it before. I don't even know what it is."

George put a hand to his heart. "Hollie, you're killing me."

I couldn't keep down a little bubble of laughter. "So before you die can you tell me what it is?"

George had just started explaining the rules to me when everyone turned to the front of the hall.

I looked over, a little confused, but then I saw that Dumbledore was standing up and I knew that he was making a speech. I saw him say that the forest is forbidden to all students. He also said that the third-floor corridor on the right was off limits unless you wanted to die a painful death or something like that.

I saw Harry laugh, but I watched George and Fred, who looked surprised.

"Is he serious?" I know Fred said something, but I couldn't read his lips because he was turned away, craning his neck to get a better look at Dumbledore.

"What did you say?" I whispered across the table, but then Hermione had shushed me so as to hear whatever it was Dumbledore was saying.

Rolling my eyes, I put my head in my hands and stayed that way until Harry tapped me on the shoulder.

"We're singing now," he signed, smiling broadly.

I shook my head and put my head back in my hands. First of all, I don't sing. Harry knows that. And even if I did, I don't feel like it right now.

After a minute, I felt a light kick under the table and looked up at Jem.

"You okay?" he signed quickly.

I shrugged and paused for a second, trying to put my thoughts into words. "Just...just realizing how hard this is going to be. It's not like our school at all."

Jem nodded in agreement in understanding and didn't say anything else.

Not there really was anything else left to say.

After Fred and George stopped singing (apparently they were singing really slowly), everyone started getting up to leave the Great Hall.

Percy started calling all of the Gryffindor first years to him, and I waved to George and Fred once before running to catch up with Hermione and Jem.

We walked through several different corridors, past certain paintings that I tried to make note of, and up moving staircases until we reached a large painting of a rather fat lady. She sat by a tree with a white dress on and flowers in her hair.

I saw Percy say something to the Fat Lady and then her portrait swung forward, leaving a doorway through which Percy started leading us. Harry tapped Jem and I on the shoulders and spelled this out in sign language for us: "The password is Caput Draconis."

Jem and I nodded in affirmative and then we followed Harry and Ron through the portrait hole, revealing a large room with a warm-looking fireplace, a few tables for work I would assume, and some comfy chairs and couches.

This place is great! Beats the Dursleys any day!

Percy turned around to look at all of the first years once we'd gathered in the common room and I saw him say, "Girls dormitories are on the left, boys on the right. You all are at the very top. Now I suggest you get to bed. You've got a big day tomorrow."

I rolled my eyes. I had a feeling that Percy would be like this all of the time.

Jem just grinned and gave me a hug before going to the boys' staircase, waving good-night over his shoulder.

Harry hugged me also, signing, "I love you" before heading upstairs with Ron, Seamus, and Dean.

Smothering a yawn beneath my hand, I walked up the girls' staircase until I reached the very top, following Hermione and a few other girls from my year.

Once inside the very top room, I saw that there were five four-poster beds with drapes, each with a chest of drawers and a mirror.

Not thinking at all, which I sometimes do, I went and sat on a random bed.

Blimey, I'm tired. I yawned again and was about to just lay down and crash right then and there when someone touched my back.

After jumping nearly a foot in the air in surprise, I leaped to my feet and whirled around to see a girl with wavy brown hair and warm brown eyes.

"Lavender...right?" I asked shakily, rubbing my arm self-consciously.

The girl nodded shyly, biting her lip and tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Yeah, and, um...you're on my bed."

What is she talking about? Did she already pick a bed? I mean seriously-

I looked down and saw that there was a trunk that wasn't mine sitting on the edge of the bed. I clapped a hand to my mouth and gasped.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't think! God, I'm so stupid."

Lavender held up her hands. "No, no, you're fine. I was telling you, but I don't know if you heard me-"

I winced. Well, I didn't.

I walked over to the bed with my trunk on it, scratching the back of my head and saying, "I can't hear you. I'm deaf."

Turning to see her response, I saw Lavender's eyes widen with shock. "Goodness, I'm so sorry!"

I shrugged, forcing a smile. "It's fine. You didn't know."

Lavender nodded uncertainly once more and then we both got ready for bed as Hermione, Parvati Patil, and Courtney McKinnon also got ready.

Usually I would try to make conversation, especially since I'd be sharing a room with these girls for a year, but frankly I was just too tired to even think about trying.

I climbed under my warm covers quickly and fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

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