Deaf-A Harry Potter story

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Draco's POV:

As soon as we got to the great hall the next morning, I walked over to the teachers table to talk to Uncle Sev and possibly McGonagall.

At least they actually cared about students unlike dumblewhore who apparently didn't care about them at all and even went as far as to put them under spells. It was disgusting and I wasn't going to stand for it, not with my best friend, not with anyone. If needed, my father would hear about this and that heathen would be sacked.

When I had almost reached the table, I could feel the burning stares of both students and teachers alike but I kept my head up, this was important.

I walked over to my godfather and the deputy headmistress who were sat next to one another.

"Hello, Draco, what brings you up here? You should be sat with your friends," Uncle Sev told me and McGonagall nodded in agreement.

As soon as he said that, I told him about what happened, quiet enough that no one else could hear except the two of them. Shock and disbelief took over their faces for a moment before they composed theirselves and it could only be seen in their eyes if you looked for it.

"That's a very serious accusation, Draco, are you sure that's what happened? We need you to be one hundred percent certain before we can be involved," Severus told me calmly, "do you think that is what happened, I need you to be completely honest with me and tell me exactly what went on to make you think that."

Professor McGonagall continued on from him, "if you genuinely believe that is what happened, we will unfortunately have to get the ministry involved for investigation purposes and Professor Dumbledore will be fired and possibly sent to Azkaban."

I nodded in understanding, "I'm completely sure that's what happened, one minute Harry was terrified of the old man, the next it was like he worshiped the ground he stood on."

The two teachers looked at each other with worried expressions.

"Draco, I need you to bring Harry to Professor McGonagall's office after breakfast, okay? Can you do that for me?" Uncle Sev looked me in the eyes, face serious.

I nodded in response to his request and started to head back to the Slytherin table, pretending as if nothing had happened, everything would be okay, or at least that's what I thought but things change before you even notice what's going on.

A/N hey, sorry it's been a little while since I last updated and it's a bit short. I've been at school for the last two weeks doing art intervention with my art teacher who I hate with a burning passion. So basically I've been trapped in a room all day every day for the last two weeks doing art all day. She wouldn't let me even pause when I ticked without getting told off but had a go at me when I kept dropping my paint brush and getting paint everywhere because she wouldn't let me pause to tic. I hate her. Anyway, thank you for putting up with this rant if you read it.

Thank you for reading and I hope you have a great morning/afternoon/evening/night wherever you are x

~~~Lissy~~~