Hi guys! This is a start to my new story! Since I do not have first hand knowledge of being deaf, nor do I know anyone who is deaf, I would love it if anyone could help me on the general statistics of it, any help or insight is appreciated!

Harriet Potter and the Philosopher's stone:

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of Number 4 privet drive were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you would expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold such nonsense. The same could not be said for their niece, Harriet Lily Potter. Nearly ten years had passed since they had found the girl on their doorstep. Ten years, and nobody had noticed that the strange Harriet Potter was deaf.

She was, of course very good at hiding this fact, and hadn't always been deaf. No, this had occurred during one overly rousing game of "Harry Hunting", created by her oaf of a cousin, Dudley. It had happened when she was just eight years old. Dudley and his friend Piers surrounded her. Dudley had blamed her for not getting him good enough marks on his previous homework assignment. They, of course, hadn't known it was because she had such a bad fever, that she was barely able to get all of her own personal work done for the day. Harry didn't actually remember much of the beating in particular, all she remembered was waking up. The next morning when she awoke, she hadn't been able to hear anything other than very low baritones, and not the normal kind of hearing, only vibrations, no actual words could be distinguished.

Harriet had spent the past three years understanding how to get about with her life, without her hearing. She could now read lips and when she was barefoot, was able to feel the vibrations of people's voices and other things around her. She was also able to understand people's body language as well. All of this was very impressive for her, as Harry's eyesight was almost worse than an impaired naked mole rat's without her very old, very taped up glasses that were perched on the tip of her nose.

Now, being deaf wasn't the only thing strange about Harriet. She was very small for her age, with ridiculously short messy black hair with bangs that Aunt Petunia forced her to keep, as Aunt Petunia, had said on many occasions, that Harriet wasn't very pretty and may as well look like a boy to save her embarrassment, green eyes, knobby knees, and the most curious lightning shaped scar on her forehead, but this was not even the most abnormal thing about her. Recently, Harriet had been getting messages from owls, messages that her aunt and uncle had refused to let her read, even though each message had the direct location she had slept the night before. Whether it be the cupboard under the stairs, Dudley's second bedroom, the room number of the hotel they stayed the previous night, or even the floor where she was currently in a very small shack, on a very small island, as the letter the great hulk of a man had given her said. Harry loved the man, after she had gotten over his giantness. He had such a low voice she could actually hear him, but not in the traditional sense of the word. His voice was so low that she could hear a strange low voice, but with no actual semblance of words. He had fed her, said nothing about the giant clothes from Dudley she had to wear, and even given Dudley a tail! The man, Hagrid, had told her she was a witch. She had told him back, rather aghast, that, that was a horrible thing to say to a person. The man had explained that it wasn't an insult, rather that there were witches and wizards and magic was real. Harriet, was of course skeptical, but she agreed, mainly because Aunt Petunia had told her, in a fit of rage that her parents had been magical, along with a few other things she couldn't quite make out, but Hagrid had helped clarify a few facts. Her parents had not been drunks, killed in a car crash, but some of the best people Hagrid had ever known. Hagrid had also told her that she looked exactly like her Mum, but with her Dad's unruly hair. Just for that, Harriet would have gone anywhere in the world with Hagrid.

Harriet had spent a very pleasant day in Diagon Alley with Hagrid. Diagon Alley was a magical shopping had entered through The Leaky Cauldron, where everyone had wanted to shake her hand for some strange reason. Harriet reasoned to herself that they were probably all very good friends of Hagrid, and wanted to make her feel welcome. Diagon Alley had many things. It had bookshops all with magical books and even moving pictures within the books! There was a goblin run bank called Gringotts where Harriet had found out that she was, not rich persey, but very well off, and Hagrid had taken out a mysterious object out of vault 713. There were also potion shops with solid gold cauldrons! Harriet had nearly bought one, but Hagrid had dissuaded her from getting it, telling her that many different potions needed different properties in a cauldron for them to work properly, so she bought the pewter cauldron like the list said. A broom shop with the newest version of broom called the Nimbus 2000 that Harriet thought was amazing, although she wasn't sure how good at flying she would actually be. There was a wand shop, where she had gotten a wand, holly and phoenix feather, Mr. Olivander had told her that "He who must not be named" had the same core. She wasn't sure who He Who must not be Named was even, but since Mr. Ollivander had been very old, she had assumed he must be slightly ill. Finally there was a magical clothes store called Madam Malkins, where Harriet met a pale haired boy that reminded her very much of Dudley. The boy had been very rude, asking about her parents, talking obnoxiously about getting on the "quid itch team" (She wasn't quite sure what muggle currency and having a possible rash had to do with a team in the magical world) and it being a crime if he didn't. The boy also said something about "slithering" and someone's house called "uffle puff" (Whatever that meant). Harriet had asked Hagrid about it, but she still didn't quite understand it all. No offense to Hagrid, as she already adored the great hulk of a man, but he could be very hard to understand with that beard covering his mouth, even with being able to hear his low rumbling voice.

Harriet was at kings cross after being rudely deposited there by the Dursleys, as the ticket for the Hogwarts express had said it left on Platform 9 and ¾'s. Vernon had taken her to the place between Platform's nine and ten then left with Petunia and Dudley howling in laughter, trailing after him. She was panicking slightly. Harriet had been praying that this hadn't been a joke, but now she wasn't so sure if it was real. Harriet was looking around frantically for anyone in magical uniforms, staring at everyone's mouths to see if they said they word "muggle" or anything else she could find. After five minutes of scouring the crowds, she found a group of redheads, with the main women in the brood, calling out about muggles. Harriet had nearly missed the woman saying the word, but had just caught on in time. After that, the only girl of the group called out to who Harriet could only assume was her mother, that the platform was 9 and ¾ . She had approached them and asked for their help. The eldest woman had been very kind and told her how to get onto the platform, the twins had helped her move her trunk, and had been surprised, but happy when they learned that she was not a he and Harriet Potter. Finally, Harriet was off on an adventure, and one without Dudley!.