Till Death do us Part

Leviosa

"One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation, the ability to make objects fly. Uh, do you all have you feathers?" Flitwick looked around the room, smiling at Hermoine who held up her feather. "Good. Now, uh, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing, hmm? the swish and flick. Everyone."

"The swish and flick," the rest of the class echoed back knowing that is what he wanted to hear. 

"Good. And enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go then."

I looked around me, laughing at the many attempts the class gave to get their feather floating. Floating things is really easy, why are they struggling so much? 

Ron started waving his wand up and down frantically before being stopped by Hermoine. "Stop! You're going to take someone's eye out. Besidea, you're saying it wrong. It's Levi-o-sa, not Leviosar."

Ron did not look too happy with her comment. "You do it then if you're so clever. Go on, go on."

Hermoine sat up slightly taller, waving her hand around and lifting up the feather. "Wingardium Leviosa."

"Oh, well done! See here, everyone! Ms. Granger's done it! Oh, splendid!"

I couldn't help but tilt my head as his praise. It was a very basic thing to do, and she was using an aid. Kevin let out a small snicker, noticing my confusion. He nudged my shoulder to tell me to try it out.

I hovered my hand over the feather as it floated up. I made it dance around and tickle Ron to try and cheer him up. Ron let out a surprised squawk, jumping in his seat as Kevin and I laughed. 

Flitwick gave me a confused look before smiling. "Well done Mr. Potter. Excellent control. Where is your wand?"

Narrowing my eyes, I flicked the feather around like a quill, golden writing appearing in the sky. 'I forgot it, sorry.'

Everyone stared at me, a mix in awe, disbelief and anger. I just giggled and went back to attacking Ron with the feather. 

Boom!

Everyone jumped back as Seamus blew up his feather. 

'I think we might need another feather,' I wrote, showing to Kevin who had to hold in his laugh.

I hopped out into the courtyard- using my crutches to go faster- Wayne, Roger and Kevin all following me. I wasn't sure where Justin was but I know he has been avoiding me since I told him about who I was. I really wish he wasn't. I want him to be his friend, but that can only work if he wants to be.

"It's Levioooosa, not Leviosaaaaar," Ron mimicked, making me stop and look at him. He was surrounded by his Gryffindor pals and was joking with them. "She's a nightmare, honestly. No wonder she hasn't got any friends!"

I watched Hermoine- who I guessed he was talking about- shove past him. 

Frowning, I sent a small glare at Ron, flicking my wrist to send my feather in front of him. 'I think she heard you.'

Ron blessed as I hopped away to go find Hermoine. I followed her towards the bathroom, the female bathroom. I remember Dumbledore telling me not to go into the female only zone- not that I ever understood why. Chewing on my lip, I decided I didn't want to leave her alone. Pushing my way in, I found where Hermoine was crying. I slumped down, placing the crutches by my side. I quickly scribbled down a short note and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?! Go away!"

Slipping the note under the door, I heard her pick it up and read it over, muttering the words under her breath. "Do you want to talk? Of course I don't want to talk! I was only trying to help! That is all I ever want to do! And Ron made fun of me for it! I was only trying to help him! ...Are you still there?"

'Of course. Told you you would want to talk, no matter how much you try to deny.' 

"Why aren't you speaking?"

'I can't. Or at least not in a language you'll understand.'

"Are you sure? I know lots of different languages."

'I am sure. Very few people know this language and it is not one commonly taught. People see it as an evil language because the mode prominent speakers used it to send coded messages to one another.'

"That's so stupid! A language is neither evil or good, it is a form of communication."

'I know! It is stupid!' I let out a happy giggle as Hermoine and I laughed together. I leaned back against the door frame, smiling widely. 'You know, when I was little, my friend would tell more stories. I wasn't allowed books in my house and I haven't had a chance to go to the library since coming. Do you like the library?'

"Yes, I love the library! There are hundreds of good books in there. I like some of the old tales, of heroes and villains and battles. But I also like the myths and legends. Oh, and all the facts about everything. And-" Hermoine stopped herself going quiet.

'Why did you stop?'

"People don't usually like it when I go on rants like this."

'I don't mind. It's nice to be able to talk to someone, even if I can't speak.'

"I could teach you a way of speaking, if you want..."

'What do you mean?'

"It's called sign language. It's like talking with your hands. I learnt it because my aunt is deaf."

'Sorry, but what is 'deaf'?'

"It is a person who can't hear. And because she has never heard before she can't speak. So what do you think? Want to learn sign language?"

'I would love to learn it! If you are willing to teach of course.'

"Of course I am, or I wouldn't offer." Hermoine stood up, opening the door and looking at me. She let out a little yelp when she realised I was a boy but before she could shout at me I held up my hand to silence her.

I flicked my wrist to hover the feather in front of her. 'Can you feel that?' Placing my hand on the ground I felt a rumble come through the floor. Something was coming towards us. Something very very large. Pushing her into the stoll, we watched as a troll entered the bathroom.

What is a troll doing here?!