Deaf Mudblood

Prolouge

Don't talk unless you can improve the silence.

"You are hella scary, stupid freak! Stop drawing those creepy paintings! You can't even draw!", with a heavy heart she saw how the guy ripped her drawing in two pieces wich she spend more than hours on it. Her bottom lip quaked with anger. The drawn on woman on the paper began to scream and also does she. She couldn't stand the painful screams.
"Stop it, please!", she stumbled forward to reach the flooding paper and fetch all the pieces. The older boy smirked weirdly at her and meant to her :
"What did you say? I can't understand the flighty words you say, dumb witch!", he began aggressively to rip the drawing in million pieces until someone couldn't guess what was on the paper before. The screams that drawn on woman shout out began to hurt in her head. On her dirty knees she sobbed voiceless.
"Stop you are hurting her!", the girl with the sunset colored hair shouted despaired. "You are hurting the woman, stop it already!", she cried as she stumbled up and to reach the last flooding paper pieces. With surprising strength she stuck her short nails into his wrist.
"What do you even talk about? You are damn crazy! The only one who is screaming like an dumb owl is you! Let me go! ", he squeaked loudly and lunged out to slap her right into in her face. Suddenly a lout slap shrilled in the cold and empty room. She tripped back, held her face with her shaking hand and falls backwards. She could feel the prickly pain crawling upon her knees till her cheek. With big green eyes she looked at the older boy and crawled fearfully back. The anxious on her countenance didn't fade away as the head of orphanage run into her room and saw the bloody mess on the floor. Furious she send the blond haired boy away and marched angry upon to her. Her loud stilettos resounded in the relentless and cold room.
"What the heck did you do?! Look at the bloody mess you and Frederic did!", as she packed a fist full of her red hair and pulled her near to her incredible stinky breath.
"You know that this will have consequences?", she whispered as the woman's hand cliched and she sobbed painfully.
"Yes.. Yes Ma'am.. I'm terrible sorry about the", she winced quietly "About the trouble I caused you, Ma'am..", immediately the strong pain on her scalp faded away and she fell on the hard surface of the wooden floor. Without an apology the tall, thin woman whose neck seemed like that from an giraffe, petered unmercifully out.
The little girl, who was really thin and emaciated, began to twitch from pain she felt in her little pumping heard. She couldn't take it anymore. The pain that the people all around her are causing her. She is a freak. She was different from all the crowd.
She rises shivering up and kneels back again on the cold floor. The unforgiving cold from the wood shivers up to her back and she let out a quiet sob. The red hair seemed like an curtain in front of her face to hide her expression. Her white fingers brushed gently against the pieces of cheap paper.
"You are actually the only one who I'm terrible sorry about..", she whispered to the brown haired woman who only she could her her talking. One tear fells down right on the paper. With shaking hands she tried to puzzle the drawing back. Suddenly the drawing seems to talk whisper back.
"No child.. You couldn't do anything.. Its not your fault..", the painting said. "Be patient.. It takes not so much and the flower will come though the wooden floor..", the drawing flustered.
"And you will be rising like the sun in the morning, Lyra .."

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Welcome Potterheads!

This is my very first english Fanfiction - obviously- in the famous Harry Potter world! I will try my best because of my bad english but I guess I can handle it. I hope you did enjoy the prologue 'pain'!

In love, Mrs-Potter