Summary: What if Harry would lose his voice? How different would it be if Harry would be mute instead?

Spoilers: if you don't know the books from HP, go read them!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I also do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Beta: darksnakelordess

Pairing/s in this chapter: PD/VD

Warnings in this chapter: mention of death, child abuse, may contain triggers

Nr words in this chapter: 1,007

"Talking"

'Thinking'

–Parseltongue–

/Hand-Sign-Language\

Dream/Memory/Journal/Newspaper/Letter

Mute Harry and the Philosopher's Stone

Chapter I

–The Boy Who Lived–

Petunia Dursley was a very normal woman, mind you. The woman had a normal house, a normal son, a normal husband, a normal everything. Except for her nephew that was everything but normal. When she had woken on the first of November she found a baby boy on her front step with nothing besides the clothes on his person and a letter. She had half the mind to throw the boy into the first orphanage she would find, but then she had read the letter. The letter had told about some nonsense of how her sister had died at the hand of a mass murderer with her good for nothing husband and that her son had been the only survivor making him a hero and people would even call him the Bow-Who-Lived. The boy was a freak alright, no need to add more names to him. As you see the boy was everything Petunia loathed. The pity was that the letter stated that they would be protected from the freak's world as long as they would keep the boy, which had been what had made her and her perfect husband decide to keep the boy.

Years had passed and as the boy grew she could see his freakiness growing as well. When the boy had turned six years of age, her husband got sick of it and picked a knife showing the boy what it meant to be a freak.

The boy had had one of his freak nightmares about green lights and crazy laughs and had woke the whole house with his cries so Vernon had showed the boy that no freak is allowed to scream in their perfect house. The freak had bled a lot but in the end he had stopped and when he had healed no more sound ever left the boy's mouth. It was heaven; they almost forgot they had the boy. Of course the boy's teachers had forced them to send the boy to a institution for the blind, deaf and mute after class and they also were forced to learn how to talk with hands, but they only had to feed the boy in the morning and at dinner and give him a bed to sleep and the rest of the day the boy would be at school and then at the institution.

Petunia sneered as the boy prepared the breakfast, the dark haired, green eyed boy with his tremble hands after one more beating, the boy just didn't know when to listen!

–MH&PS–

Harry shivered at feeling his aunt's death looks on his back and hastened to make the breakfast before putting it on the kitchen table.

"Go dress up for school, boy!"

Harry left the kitchen at once and ran to his cupboard under the stairs and picked the clothes he had been given at the institution by Miss Evangeline. Miss Evangeline was the music teacher at the institution and had been the one that was always there for him. Harry dressed in his second handed clothes, Miss Evangeline wasn't exactly rich after all, and returned to the kitchen, his plate was already set and he hastened to eat before his family came down for food.

When he was ready he stood, cleaned his plate and left the house with his backpack on his shoulder only to find Miss Evangeline was there waiting for him in her car. She smiled at him and opened the door for him to enter from inside the car. Harry ran over to the car and entered the seat next to her.

/Good Morning.\ He said with his hands to the woman.

"Good Morning Harry. How was your night? Had any nightmares?"

Harry shook his head.

/Dreamt about a bike… that flies.\ he said with a smile.

The woman eyes grew in amazement.

"Wow… Remind me to keep you away from flying bikes then."

Harry laughed and nodded. Miss Evangeline started the car and they shut up, he needed her to look at him when he talked so the ridings were always silent. Harry put his seatbelt on and looked out the window in silence. Sometimes he wondered why he was treated different from Dudley at home while at the institution Miss Evangeline treated him like a son. It wasn't because of Harry's freakiness as Miss Evangeline knew about them and always wanted to help Harry. Harry sighed.

"What is it?"

Harry looked to the woman at once. She was looking at him sideways looking for what was wrong with him, just like aunt Petunia always did with his cousin Dudley. Harry always felt butterflies on his stomach when she did that, someone cared…

Harry shook his head, but regretted at once at feeling the pain in his back. He could still feel the hands on his back…

"You're hurt aren't you?"

Harry nodded lightly.

/I fell from the stairs…\ he tried to explain.

The woman gave him a pointed look but didn't press on it. They both knew that his numerous falls weren't provoked by his lack of skills in walking. Finally she stopped the car before Harry's school.

"See you after classes at the institution." Harry nodded with a smile and left the car.

–MH&PS–

Harry entered the institution and ran to the music room, as he entered he looked for Miss Evangeline who looked up from the piano and he ran to her, hugging her with a smile.

"I missed you too." The woman said with a smile.

Harry sat beside her on the piano bench and the two started to play the music.

Harry was unable to talk, you see, but he loved to express himself with music. He particularly loved the accordion, but he guessed that the piano was okay as a substitute…

The two played together for a while listening to the melody they were making. No uncle Vernon to get angry with him. No Dudley's gang to play Harry Hunting. No teachers at school to turn the wig blue… just him, the piano and Miss Evangeline.

(TBC)