A Bitter Silence (Version two of 'Silence is Music?')

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Malfoy and Pansy got into Slytherin too. But I was to confused to clap.

Why the hell did Gregsy put me in Slytherin? 

He mentioned my father.

Maybe I should have a look around.... He must have gone to Hogwarts.

Right!?

Potter's turn.

He sat on the stool, scared as hell.

I can just imagine what Gregsy is saying to him.

So where to put you...

But Slytherin will help you on your way to greatness

You could see Harry whispering "Not Slytherin, Not Slytherin."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

He grinned, and made his way to the red table. Gred and Forge were yelling "We got Potter!!"

Thanks guys.

 He looked smugly every where as he shook hands with Percy. 

Ron didn't even realise Harry was in the Lions House, he was still staring at me with his mouth wide open. I swear I could see right down his throat.

Eeeurgh!!!

Looking around, I saw that I was sitting in between Millicent and... gulp... The Bloody Baron!

Cue scary music.

Brr.

I was freezing. So I subconsciously gripped my locket for support. Malfoy noticed. But he was to scared of the bloody baron to say anything.

Opposite me was Pansy and Daphne Greengrass. Next to them was Theodore Nott and Crabbe, and opposite them sat Malfoy and Goyle.

Cheery.

No one made a sound until after the last sorting. Then Dumbly stood up and said what must be the best speech ever.

"Nitwit, blubber, oddment tweak"

I clapped.

"Dumbledore's a crackpot isn't he!" Malfoy said. Only me and the BB (bloody baron) looked at him disapprovingly. Every one else nodded. 

The BB turned to me. "Good evening." He said in a guttural tone.

I nodded. Then realised he was expecting an answer. 

Time to reveal my secret.

'Good evening' I wrote. 'Pleasure to meet you.' He looked at me strangely. I pointed to my throat and shook my head.

"Oh yes. I've heard about you. About the  fight they had over whether you should come or not."

"Wait what!?" Malfoy said.

BB ignored him.

"I remember your father. Mathew-"

"What do you mean a fight? Do you remember my father? Why were you writing with your wand? Can I see your wand?" Malfoy interrupted.

"Yes boy. I do remember your father. And he was as annoying as you."

BURN!!!

"Now stop annoying or interrupting me. Now, young girl, what is your name?"

'Harmony Chord.' I wrote.

"Yes. Your father was a great asset to Slytherin. And so was his brother. Who went on to do many a deadly thing."

'Please, sir, what was my father's last name?'

"R-"

"Hahahahaha. She doesn't know her fathers name!"

"BOY!" BB yelled. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU!!"

Draco didn't answer.

"Yes, boy. Be  afraid." He said. And promptly disappeared.

After a few minutes of silence, in which I stuffed my face with the food that had appeared, Malfoy opened his mouth again.

"Why were you writing with your wand." 

'Because I can't speak.' I wrote.

"You've gotta be kidding me." He said. "They don't allow disabled kids at Hogwarts."

'Well. It's true.'

"Fine. At least you can communicate." 

I layed my wand on the table.

He promptly snatched it up. 

"Look at this wand. Very fancy." He said. "I might want to use it sometime. You can have mine."

Oh

No

He

Did

Not!!!

My wand exploded and Draco's head was flung forwards into the pudding. Which coated Goyle,  whose banana hit Crabbe whose flailing fist smashed into the trifle. Which flew through the air and landed on... Prof Snapes greasy head.

Dayam. That was one fiiiiine explosion.

Snapes face was bright red. Add a couple of devil horns, and he could have been Satan.

"Who did this."

"The thing is sir, no one knows." Bleached one said as we stood in Snapes Office.

"What do you mean, Miss Parkinson, explain. Draco, sit down."

 "Well. Draco had stolen Harmony's wand. -"Just to have a look!" He claimed- And he was, well, saying he would use it. And it exploded! So Draco was launched forward into the pudding. Which splashed Vincent, who squeezed his banana so hard it hit Gregory. Who, in surprise, hit the trifle, which went onto you, sir."

Whoa, there's another Gregory involved!

"I see. Pansy, You can go."

"Yes sir."

"Miss Chord. It was your wand." I nodded. "Why did it explode?"

'Subconcious wizard feelings. It is a powerful wand, Sir, and maybe it felt threatened.' I signed. (It turned out, all the teachers had had a spell cast so they could understand sign language.)

"Clever words, Miss Chord. Do you really feel that it is powerful enough?" 

'Yes.'

"Then it must have survived the explosion and hidden somewhere. Try calling it with your mind."

It promptly appeared in my pocket.

"Can I see it." I handed it to him.

"This craftsmanship is amazing." He said. "Olivanders?"

'No'

He suddenly realised that it might explode any minute.

With it back in my pocket, I felt safer.

"Well. Since the accident was obviously no ones fault. There will be no punishment. However. There will be one point docked from Slytherin for this mess. You all may go. Harmony, stay behind."

They left, feeling dejected. A point lost from Slytherin, before lessons had even started!

"Harmony, your explanation was very good. I wish every student of mine had the sense to know more about wands. Which are essentially the most important objects in a wizards life. Five points to Slytherin."