The Magic of Sound

Harry always thought he was born deaf. He thought it until about third year when he met remus and sirius At the end of the year he finally figured out why him being deaf always shocked remus. Why he looked so confused in the beginning of the year. Harry wasn’t in fact born deaf, Remus was there. Harry was able to hear for a whole year of his life. Avada kadevra made him deaf. It was now what was supposed to be his seventh year at school but he, Ron, and Hermione were hunting horcruxes instead. They were the first to make the time to learn sign language (besides dumbledore and mcgonagal). Hermione even helped hagrid learn it. A lot of his friends learned the language, he found that it was a great excuse not to talk to the people in awe of who he was. Harry spent his whole life wishing he could hear but today he was glad. Glad he couldn’t hear all the explosions and body’s dropping at the battle of hogwarts. When in war, who wouldn’t want to block it all out? He was glad he couldn’t hear his mothers tears while saying goodbye in the forest. Glad he couldn’t hear the last words of his life being avada kadevra. when he woke up again after seeing dumbledore, something was different. something changed. “is draco alive? is he in the castle?” Harry had to stop himself from jumping at the first sound in 16 years. instead he muttered the quietist yes he could. Everything was loud, everything had a sound. People breathing, walking, the wind made a sound. Everything around him was loud. And now he had to pretend that he didn’t know it was happening. To pretend that he was in fact dead. He wanted more than anything to tell Hagrid, to tell someone but he remained a lifeless form in his harms. He could hear for the first time in forever and had to pretend he couldn’t. He could hear voldemort giving his speech completely absorbed with joy until he heard the screams of pain from the other side. His first time hearing Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, Mcgonagal were all in the tone of pain for his death. The first time he heard Neville was when he heroically faced death and killed the snake. Hagrid had set Harry down, for the first time he had to be cautious of the sound he was making. When he was walking around with his invisibility cloak, in awe of each spell making a sound. He destruction blasting in his ears. He stopped when he saw voldemort getting way too close to Mcgonagal. “Avad-“ “PROTEGO!” harry yelled while pulling off the invisibility cloak “To think, you can’t even kill someone after 8 tries” harry chuckeld. he looked to see his friends in awe that he was alive and spoke so clearly “harry-?” hermione started to sign but harry mouthed ‘no need’ voldemort screamed and started going on about accidents “accidents? accident that i did nothing to stop you tonight? accident that all your spells are missing everyone?-“ Harry heard himself speak, he heard himself fight Voldemort. He heard Voldemort yell the killing curse, he heard himself saying the disarming charm. He heard himself catch the elder wand, he heard Voldemort’s body drop. A while after the battle was done and things were cleared, Harry met Ron and Hermione on the astrology tower. “so… how’d you imagine i sounded like?” Ron asked while looking at Harry “no idea. i just kinda read what you were trying to say” Harry answered. The three laughed while discussing their next steps. everything was different. no one out to kill him and his biggest problem was his eyesight not hearing.