Soundlessly || A Weasley twin Fanfiction || Discontinued

Chapter Five

      "Dad? Do you think I'll ever be able to hear?"

"I don't know sweetheart. I truly hope so. I promise that I'll keep looking for possibilities." Remus told me as he looked at me sympathetically. It was Tuesday September seventh and fourth period was nearly over. Remus and I had been studying charms and transfiguration the last few hours and it was about time to head down to Care of Magical Creatures. In the last hours I had successfully performed a vanishing spell on a quill but it took a lot out of me, to say that I was tired now would've been an understatement. Remus made it look so easy, so I was embarrassed that it took me so long to get the stupid feather to disappear. But eventually it did so that was good enough.

I don't know why I had asked my father the question so out of the blue, but it had been on my mind for the last couple of days. Since meeting the twins, I felt like I was missing out on something. It had never really bothered me that I never heard, because I didn't feel like I was missing out on anything. But when I looked at the two boys having conversations with one another, with teachers and even with their brothers, I felt envious of them. I always felt like I was missing part of the conversation, and it also bothered me that I wasn't able to have a good conversation with the two, as they did not know sign language that well just yet.

In all those years, in those fifteen years that I had been alive, I had never once experienced something like this. This feeling, it was new to me. I had never really had friends, and I hadn't minded, really. I had been happy with Remus and Tonks around, the three of us had great times together. And the relationship between my Hogwarts teachers and myself in the last few years had been plenty to keep me happy. I didn't necessarily want to have contact with kids my age, or kids in general. They came with drama, something I desperately tried to avoid. The twins, though, the twins really changed my mind on the subject. They showed me that it was fun to have contact with people, that you should have fun and have conversations about nothing. It made me feel full, and I got this funny feeling in my stomach, like butterflies. My heart would always flutter when I hung around the two. I guess you could say I had gotten addicted to their friendship in the last week. So naturally it was hard for me that I wasn't able to communicate well with them. I even found myself curious about their voices. What would they sound like? I had asked myself this question about Remus and Tonks a thousand times, I was able to imagine the sound now, It just seemed to fit their personalities that their voices would sound a certain way. But with the boys, I couldn't seem to quite figure it out and that bothered me endlessly.

In a wizarding world you'd think they would be able to come-up with something that would fix my hearing, but alas, no such luck. Not yet anyway.

"All right love, My next class will be here momentarily, you should head down to Hagrid for your next period. I'll see you with supper." Dad said as he picked up his books. He petted my head and smiled at me. "Bye Jug, I'll miss you too." Juggy was jumping up at the man, his front paws clinging to the man's robes. If I didn't know better I'd say that the puppy was actually a cat. Smiling I too, grabbed my books and stuffed them in my bag.

"He can stay here if you want? Though I think he needs to go, you know, out." I signed.

"No, you should take him outside indeed. He can come back sixth period, Jug wil only be in the way if he stays here for the next period. The third years are facing their boggarts today." Hah, I remember the boggart. Merlin those are terrifying. Thank the lord I don't have to do that again.

"Well goodluck then dad! I'll see you at supper!" I wave at my dad before running out of the classroom, following the golden puppy outside.

As soon as we left the courtyard and arrived at the crassy grounds, Jug ran to the nearest tree and did his business. Laughing I made my way down to Hagrid's hut where the rest of the class was already gathered. Carefully, trying not to fall on the steep slope, a head of orange hair made it's way toward me. As he looks up, I find George smiling at me.

"May I escort you to class, Madame?" the boy asks offering his hand to me. A gratefull smile creeps onto my lips as I nod. I have always hated this bloody path, it's so steep and high, and I always feared that I would fall and break my neck. I gladly take the boy's outstretched hand and follow him down the hill, where the rest of the Gryffindor fifth years are waiting with Hagrid and I found that we would be having this class with the Huffelpufs as well.

Jug ran to Hagrid when he saw the gigant of a man and wagged his tail wildly as he circled around around him. Jug loved Hagrid, and the feeling was mutual. Hagrid and myself had become friends through the puppy in my third year, when I first brought him along.

"Nice o' ye te join us, Alex." The man smiled, winking at me. I bowed my head in apology and followed George to his brother.

"How was class with your dad, Lex?" Fred asked as the both of us reached him.

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"I love professor sprout, honsestly, but merlins beard do I hate that woman!" Fred groaned when we walked back up to the castle after our last class of the day; Hebology. He was walking backwards as George and myself trailed behind. I laughed but felt his pain, the plump lady had already given us a pop quiz. It had been our first lesson of the year for crying out loud! To be fair, it had been a quiz about the things we had learned last year, to see if we had remembered any of her teachings, but still. You can't just do that, lady!

Georges arm was around my shoulders as we walked, keeping me warm, because though it was summer, there was a chilly breeze and my school blouse did little to keep me warm. The smell of mint filled my nose and I mentally assigned that smell to the tall red-head.

"Why, aren't you two cute. One would think you would be a couple, walking like that." Fred smirked. I felt my cheeks heat up and I laughed. I looked up at George and saw him smile back down at me.

"Wait, we're not?" He joked making his brother groan. Fred threw his head back after rolling his eyes jokingly. A log in his way made him trip and fall to his butt. George and myself burst out laughing at the sight, before I offered my hand to the boy on the ground. Fred looked at it skeptically, as if it was an object he had never seen before. He grabbed hold of my arm and pulled it towards his face, making me fall on top of him. I laughed again, trying to get back up.

Fred however, would not let go of my arm, and held my hand closely to his face, inspecting it thoroughly.

"Uh, excuse me.." he started, "But your pinky finger is absolutely miniscule." He pointed out. George squatted down next to the two of us, still on the ground and grabbed hold of my hand.

"Wow, you're right Fred, it is."

Though they were making it seem like the finger was barely there, they did have a point. My pinky is smaller than it is supposed to be. You know how you have three lines on the inside of your finger? Well your pinky finger is supposed to come up to the third line of your ring finger, counting from bottom to top. If it is a little under, or a little over it's normal, but mine reaches just over the second line. It's absolutely tiny.

"Oh my god Fred, it's the cutest thing ever." George gushed as he finally let go of my hand so I could get up.

"Yeah, it's tiny, I know. Now shut up guys, you're embarrassing me."