Speak Up - Female Deaf Harry Potter AU

Mudblood

The next morning, a Saturday, Hari was woken up at the crack of dawn by Angelina Johnson, who had been sent when Hari didn't show up in the common room. "Quidditch practice!" said Angelina. "Come on!" Hari wrote a quick note to Hermione, saying where she'd gone, then slashed water on her face to wake herself up. Redoing the sticking charm on her tongue.

When Hari made it down to the common room, She made her way down to the Quiddich pitch, on their way there, Colin joined Hari. "Hari! Look what I've got here! I've had it developed, I wanted to show you -"

In the picture, Colin was smiling and laughing while Hari alternated between giving him bunny ears and antlers. 

"Will you sign it?" said Colin eagerly, following her down to the pitch. Hari only shook him off when she reached the changing rooms. "I'll go and get a good seat, Hari!" and hurried off to the stands. The rest of the Gryffindor team were already in the changing room in different states of readiness. Wood was the only person who looked truly awake. Fred and George Weasley were sitting, puffy-eyed and touslehaired, nodding off against the wall behind them. The chasers, Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson, were yawning side by side opposite them. Hari sat down next to the twins.

"There you are, Hari, what kept you?" said Wood briskly. "Now, I wanted a quick talk with you all before we actually get onto the field, because I spent the summer devising a whole new training program, which I really think will make all the difference ...."
Wood was holding up a large diagram of a Quidditch field, on which were drawn many lines, arrows, and crosses in different coloured inks. He took out his wand, tapped the board, and the arrows began to wiggle over the diagram like caterpillars. As Wood launched into a speech about his new tactics, Fred Weasley's head drooped right onto Hari's shoulder as he fell completely asleep.

The first board took nearly twenty minutes to explain, but there was another board under that, and a third under that one. Hari began absentmindedly ruffling Fred's hair, as he leaned on her shoulder. She was a little uncomfortable with him leaned up beside her, but not too bad.

Wood finally shut the board, jerking Hari from a wistful fantasy about what she could be eating for breakfast at this very moment up at the castle. "Is that clear? Any questions?"
"I've got a question, Oliver," said George, who had woken with a start. "Why couldn't you have told us all this yesterday when we were awake?" He then looked over at his twin, who was still asleep and leaning on Hari. George waved his wand, and it flashed like a camera. She'd have to ask him about that later.
Wood wasn't pleased with Georges comment. "Now, listen here, you lot," he said, glowering at them all. "We should have won the Quidditch cup last year. We're easily the best team. But unfortunately -owing to circumstances beyond our control - " Hari's fault, she'd been unconscious at the time. "So this year, we train harder than ever before .... Okay, let's go and put our new theories into practice!" He left the change room, and the rest of the team got the rest of their gear on and followed him. Hari shook Fred awake, smiling at his embarrassed face, before making her way onto the field as well. Ron and Hermione were already in the stands. "Aren't you finished yet?" called Ron incredulously.

'Haven't started' signed Hari, looking jealously at the toast and marmalade Ron and Hermione had brought out of the Great Hall. 

She was about to mount her broom when, Wood asked what the funny clicking noise was. Hari looked into the stands. Colin was sitting in the stands, his camera raised. "What's going on?" said Wood, frowning, "Why's that first year taking pictures? I don't like it. He could be a Slytherin spy, trying to find out about our new training program."
Hari shook her head. 'Our house' she signed

"And the Slytherins don't need a spy, Oliver," said George.

"What makes you say that?" said Wood testily.
"Because they're here in person," said George, pointing.
Several people in green robes were walking onto the field opposite them, broomsticks in their hands.

"Flint!" Wood bellowed at the Slytherin Captain. "This is our practice time! We got up specially! You can clear off now!"

Marcus Flint was even larger than Wood. He had a look of trollish cunning on his face as he replied, "Plenty of room for all of us, Wood."

Angelina, Alicia, and Katie had come over, too. There were no girls on the Slytherin team, who stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the Gryffindors, leering to a man.

"But I booked the field!" said Wood, positively spitting with rage. "I booked it!"

"Ah," said Flint. "But I've got a specially signed note here from Professor Snape. 'I, Professor S. Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the Quidditch field owing to the need to train their new Seeker."'

"You've got a new Seeker?" said Wood, distracted. "Where?"

And from behind the six large figures before them came a seventh, smaller boy, smirking all over his pale, pointed face. It was Draco.

"Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son?" said Fred, looking at Draco with dislike.

"Funny you should mention Draco's father," said Flint as the whole Slytherin team smiled still more broadly. "Let me show you the generous gift he's made to the Slytherin team."

All seven of them held out their broomsticks. Seven highly polished, brand-new handles and seven sets of fine gold lettering spelling the words Nimbus Two Thousand and One gleamed under the Gryffindors' noses in the early morning sun.

"Very latest model. Only came out last month," said Flint carelessly, flicking a speck of dust from the end of his own. "I believe it outstrips the old Two Thousand series by a considerable amount. As for the old Cleansweeps" - he smiled nastily at Fred and George, who were both clutching Cleansweep Fives - "sweeps the board with them."

None of the Gryffindor team could think of anything to say for a moment.
"Oh, look," said Flint. "A field invasion." Ron and Hermione were crossing the grass to see what was going on.

"What's happening?" Ron asked Hari. "Why aren't you playing? And what's he doing here?" He was looking at Draco, taking in his Slytherin Quidditch robes.

"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley," said Draco, smugly. "Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father's bought our team."
Ron gaped, open-mouthed, at the seven superb broomsticks in front of him.

"Good, aren't they?" said Draco smoothly. "But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives; I expect a museum would bid for them."
"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," said Hermione sharply. "They got in on pure talent." 

The smug look on Malfoy's face flickered. "No one asked your opinion, you fiIthy Mudblood," he spat.

NO! He had not just said that! Flint had to dive in front of Draco to stop Fred and George jumping on him. She pushed Ron aside, who had been about to fire a spell at him, and strode up to Draco, slapping him across the face. 'What the hell!?' She signed, 'What the hell is wrong with you!? That is a terrible word and should never be used!' And with that she turned on her heal, ignoring what he signed to her. 

'Don't bother.' She signed to the rest of the Gryffindors who looked ready to hex the Slytherins. 'They're not worth it.' And with that, they all marched back up to the castle.

It wasn't long before Hari and the twins were planning a humungous prank on the Slytherin team, especially Malfoy.