Soundlessly || A Weasley twin Fanfiction || Discontinued

Chapter One

In awe, I stared at the newspaper my god-father had shoved in front of me. The ink was fresh, you could still smell it on the pages. The picture of my father below the title would certainly catch the attention of many readers in the wizarding world. My finger gently traced the words of the front-page article, My eyes wide in bewilderment. I was afraid to let go of the piece of paper, scared that it would disappear.

'Escape from Azkaban!' The title of the daily prophet read in big, calligraphic lettering on the slightly yellow parchment. I couldn't be bothered to read the article that surrounded the picture of my dad with his prison number, knowing it would be full of lies anyway. All I needed to know, was that he had escaped. My father was free.

With eyes full of excitement, I looked up at Remus. With a beaming smile and my excitement reflected in his own eyes, his body shook lightly with laughter.

"He did it, Alex. He got out." His hands signed skillfully. Nodding, I jumped from my seat and leaped towards my god-father to give him a big hug. The newspaper still grasped tightly in my left hand, my arms wrapped around Remus' waist tightly. A large smile played on my lips as my eyes teared up with happiness.

I had not seen my father in nearly 12 years. He was taken away from me at the age of Three, and sent to Azkaban prison for betrayal, which would have caused the murder of Lily and James Potter. Little did the government know, that there was no possible way that Sirius was guilty of his charges.

My mother had passed away long before this, during childbirth. I never had the privilege to know her. Thus, when my father went to warn the Potters, he left me with my god-father, his good friend, Remus Lupin. My last memory of my father was him kissing the top of my head, his hands sloppily signing that he loved me, before he walked out the door. His head turned around once before the door closed behind him, a small, reassuring smile on his lips. More than this, I could not remember of my dad, for I was too young to process many things.

So, since that day in Nineteen-Eighty-One, I have called Remus my dad, hoping against hope that my father would one-day return to me.

Remus smelled like old books and mint as he held onto me tightly. We swayed from side to side for a little while as we hugged one another. Finally, after what felt like hours, I untangled myself and looked up at Remus. My hands moved quickly in my memorized fashion, to communicate with my Dad.

"Do you think I will see him soon, Dad?" I questioned hopefully. Remus' face fell slightly as he shook his head no.

"I'm afraid not, Love." Remus signed back to me. "Dementors and others from the Ministry will be looking all over for him. It would be unwise of him to come look for you, it would be too obvious. He could bring danger upon you, and he would never want to risk that." My heart sunk to my stomach, my face fell. But I nodded in understanding. Of course I was disappointed, but I understood that the Ministry would more than likely look for my father with his family and friends first. The obvious places to go as a fugitive. Remus' hand lifted my chin carefully with his hand so that I was looking up at him.

"We'll figure something out, love." His lips read, before kissing the top of my head, like he would often do when I was upset. It calmed me, as it reminded me of my father, and how much he had loved me.

The wooden floor panel beneath my feet vibrated lightly, and I turned my head to see Tonks walk into the room. Her lips curled into a small smile as she set eyes upon her fiancé and myself. Tonks had fulfilled the role of my mother perfectly during my years with the both of them, despite her young age. She could have been my sister, but I viewed her as my mother, and loved her as such. Tonks was exceptionally patient with me, teaching me many things about the wizarding world. She had taught me sign language as I grew up, it is mostly thanks to her that I am able to express myself the way I do. You see, I was born deaf, and though they were not sure at first, whether it was because of this or that my vocal chords were defect, but I too, was born a mute. This means that I am not only unable to hear, but also unable to produce sound with my vocal chords. I have always felt guilty for this huge inconvenience. But neither Remus nor Tonks seemed to lose patience with me. They loved me like they would their own child, something I will forever be grateful for.

"Are you both ready for a trip to Diagon Alley?" Tonks asked aloud, knowing I would be able to read her lips, just as well as I would've been able to read her signing the question. Both Remus and myself smiled and nodded excitedly. I left my disappointment behind, knowing that both my father and myself would be safer if we were not to meet.

I quickly ran to my room to get my school supply-list and some money before meeting Tonks and Remus by the front door of our house, ready to head to my favorite shopping street in London.