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 6

A Language More Lovely Than Speaking

"Class dismissed." Snape sneered, sweeping back to his desk as all the students started getting their things together.

I shoved my books into my bag, not even caring that my notes from History of Magic were going to get crumpled.

George and Fred were meeting Courtney and I in the common room and they were going to take us out on a broom for the first time!

I was so excited that I hadn't even let Malfoy bother me all class, even though he was being a real idiot.

"Come on, Courtney!" I grabbed her hand as we skipped out of the Potions classroom.

Courtney laughed wildly and we raced through the halls of Hogwarts, heading for the Gryffindor common room.

As soon as we reached it, we tossed our stuff up in our dorm and then ran back down the stairs to the common room, grinning at each other once we got there.

I felt a tap on my head and turned around to see Fred and George each with a broom over their shoulder. "You girls ready?" they said clearly, grinning at us as well.

"Yeah, let's go!" I said as Courtney nodded enthusiastically.

The four of us left the common room, Fred and George cracking jokes for both of our benefits as we walked back down to the entryway.

Soon we were walking out on the grounds in the early fall air, heading for the Quidditch pitch.

"What's the position you two play in Quidditch again?" I asked the two of them as we walked.

"George and I are both Beaters." I saw Fred say somewhat proudly. "We carry bats as we fly around on our brooms and we whack Bludgers towards the other team's players, trying to make sure that our team doesn't get hit-"

"See, being a Beater has never really appealed to me." Courtney interrupted him, loosening her tie around her neck. "Me, next year, when I can try out, I wanna be a Chaser."

"Well first you gotta ride a broom!" George laughed, ruffling Courtney's hair slightly.

"Oi! Watch it!" I saw her say, pretending to glare at him.

Fred and I looked at each other and we both burst out laughing just as we reached the Quidditch Pitch.

"All right." George clapped his hands together. "First thing's first, you have to know what it feels like to ride a broom before you can ride on your own. So. Courtney, you go with Fred on his broom, and Hollie, you're gonna ride with me."

I waved my hands impatiently. "What are we waiting for?"

Within seconds, we were all on the brooms, me sitting behind George with both arms wrapped tightly around his stomach.

He turned his head so that I could see what he was saying. "Don't be nervous, Hollie, it's really fun, trust me. You ready?"

I nodded before I could lose my nerve. "Let's go!"

George kicked off from the ground just as Fred did, launching us into the sky.

I think I might have yelled or even screamed, or both. I don't remember. I just remember not wanting to look down.

But then I remember something my favorite teacher at my deaf school, Mr. Reynolds, used to say:

Life isn't a matter of milestones, but of moments. Take the time to treasure those moments.

So I took my teacher's advice to heart-

-took a deep breath-

-and opened my eyes.

It was amazing. Beyond indescribable.

I could see everything, all around me, the greens on the field below us, the clear blues of the sky all around us.

I was flying.

I was weightless, nothing tethering me to that place they called Earth.

Slowly, I loosened my grip on George, realizing that I was close to strangling him.

Then I tossed one hand into the air and let out a huge whoop of laughter, feeling my hair whipping in the wind, and feeling George laughing along with me.

Another one of my teacher's saying was:

Laughter. A language more lovely than speaking.

George steered the broom around towards Fred and Courtney, who I could see were both laughing as well.

And we stayed like that, chasing each other all over the Quidditch pitch until the sun was nearly gone from the sky.

And I loved every second of it.

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