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Warnings in this chapter: mention of child abuse, mention of adoption

Nr words in this chapter: 2,947

"Talking"

'Thinking'

–Parseltongue–

/Hand-Sign-Language\

Dream/Memory/Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Mute Harry and the Philosopher's Stone

Chapter XI

–Quidditch–

Harry knocked on the door of the wooden hut that belonged to Rubeus Hagrid. Immediately the half-giant man opened the door, smiled widely at seeing Harry and let him in. Harry petted the huge dog, placed his owl on the table and sat on a chair that the man offered him as he quickly prepared tea and cookies. Harry grabbed two parchments from his pocket and offered one to Hagrid when the man gave him his tea-cup, sitting down before him. The man read the part where Harry had written previously to request help on how to send the letter to his Mother. Hagrid looked up and Harry showed the other parchment with his letter.

"It's pretty easy, yea'll see." Hagrid said grabbing the parchment and showed Harry how to tie it around the owl's leg. "There…" the man stood opening the window. "Now… what's yer name?" Harry grabbed a paper and wrote quickly, before giving it to Hagrid. "Now, Hedwig, be a good girl and give this letter to Harry's Mother as fast as yea'll manage. And do wait for a reply." The owl hooted and flew to Harry's hair pecking on it with her beak before she flew away through the window. "See? Pretty easy, I tell yea."

Harry smiled grateful and took a sip from his drink. Actually he had used this as an excuse to come to see Hagrid… the man wasn't so bad now that he had met him, actually.

"Are yea liking Hogwarts?" Harry nodded with a smile. "That's good, I do remember when I myself entered Hogwarts… my Father was so happy he…"

Harry grinned when Hagrid quickly understood that he would have to be the one to do all the talking, not even once were scars mentioned and although Harry would never try his chance at rock cakes he enjoyed himself with Hagrid… He was kind of sad he had already sent the letter. He would have to wait to tell his Mother when Hedwig returned.

–MH&PS–

November, the month that his fellow classmates wouldn't shut up about. Everyone was too damn interested about the Quidditch season that was about to start. Apparently it would be Gryffindor versus Slytherin, Harry didn't care much about it as long as he would be left alone but the issue was that everyone at Hogwarts cared! So here was Harry hidden away with Hermione in Hagrid's hunt while the half-giant was in the Quidditch field defrosting broomsticks. Both Harry and Hermione had a fur-blanket over them from Hagrid as close to the fire as humanly possible, Hagrid's dog Fang laying on the floor as they were sitting on the floor against his torso with hot tea cups in their hands. Hagrid had been more than happy to let them use his house, anything that would make be on good terms with him. Harry should feel sorry for using the man into helping him hide from his housemates like this, but honestly he wasn't.

From all Harry remembered from flying was that it had scared him to almost watch his friend Neville to die without anyone even trying to do a thing about it and now… people were going to play a stupid game in brooms? They sure weren't going to catch Harry up there. All Harry remembered from games was that Harry always got beaten so no way he was going to play in that stupid game.

"Do you miss the Muggle World, Harry?" Hermione asked as Harry sipped from his drink.

Harry nodded as an answer so he wouldn't have to pose the tea-cup.

"I miss it sometimes, my parents, my Sister… my house, my bedroom… the neighbours…"

Harry took one of his hand from his cup and signed with one hand, answering Hermione.

/I miss Mother…\ he said, it was hard to do this one-handed /But I know she's happy for me and…\ stretching his hand, he tried to think on how to move his hand to explain it.

"Proud of you. She'll wait for you knowing that you'll be a better person when you'll return and knowing that she has to do it to let you grow up." Harry grinned thankfully at Hermione for finishing up for him. "My parents are the same… but still it's not the same. I mean I can send letters and receive from them… but not with Emmy, you know?"

Harry frowned, of course… Hermione couldn't write in braille to send letters to her Sister… now that he thought about it he also missed Emmy. Narrowing his eyes Harry stood, startling Fang who raised his head at him and Hermione.

/I'm going to find Charlie.\

"What?" Hermione asked confused and surprised at Harry's suddenly change of thoughts. "Why?"

Harry smiled at Hermione.

/Tell Hagrid I'll be here in time for the chicken soup he promised us.\ He answered before hugging his out cloak against himself tighter and going outside into the snow and inside the castle. –Hades?– He called his pet snake taking it from his pocket, Professor Quirrel had taught him how to spell it to be at the right temperature for the snake.

–Yessss?– the baby snake asked opening his eyes tiredly.

Harry smiled amused at realizing that Hades had been asleep.

–Can you smell someone for me? Remember that older human that usually walks with me to my tutoring classes?– Hades nodded dozily. –I need to find him.–

Hades grumbled to himself about stupid humans and their stupid lack of senses. Harry had to contain his amused retort as the snake moved to the floor and started to smell for Charlie. For a baby the snakeling sure was quick. Harry fast walked after the snake only to find himself before Professor Snape's office. He picked Hades saving him in his pocket again, while groaning to himself. Professor Snape, it had to be him, hadn't it? Of all the Professors in this school, Charlie had to be with him? Harry took a deep breath to calm down and knocked.

–MH&PS–

Harry climbed the Quidditch pitch's stands and went to sit next to his fellow Slytherins very unwillingly, he wanted to get the hell out of here, but not even Hagrid had managed to save him from Draco that morning. Groaning to himself Harry crossed his arms and looked to his peers as they sat at his sides waiting impatiently for the game to start. Harry looked down at the field to see the Slytherin team was in green and silver while the Gryffindor team in red and gold, both with their brooms in hands. Marcus Flint was apparently not only a perfect but also the captain and was before Madam Hooch and the Gryffindor team captain a boy Harry was certain was named Wood – he had seen him and Charlie talk several times. Madam Hooch said something to the two captains and then made them shake hands before they all climbed the brooms and, when Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her whistle, they all went flying into the air at all velocity. At once his fellow comrades moved away from their seats but closer to the railing to look better, some even had binoculars with them. Harry stayed in his seat looking up and shivered when Flint was hit in the back of the neck with a ball that the only purpose in the game was to hit the players! Harry peeked a look at his peers but none of them even seemed to realize he even existed, so he took advantage of that to leave. As Harry fast walked to the castle a hand suddenly gripped his shoulder. Harry tensed, wondering what his luck of getting rid of his housemates was and turned only for his eyes to grow.

'Professor Quirrel?'

"Not a particular fan of sports, Mr Potter?" Harry shook his head. "Would you like a cup of tea? Maybe some biscuits? I heard Hagrid comment that camomile is your favourite tea, isn't it?" Harry nodded blushing as the two started to walk into the castle, for a moment he thought he was going to get into trouble. "It's not a crime to not like sports, Mr Potter." The man added amused, as if he knew what Harry was thinking.

/Tell that to Draco.\ he argued, what made his Professor laugh.

"Yes, Malfoy. Used to having everything he always wanted and not used to the fact that the earth doesn't revolve around him. He'll come to terms with reality one day, though." The man said, smiling. "And do not worry. I don't particularly like rock cakes as well." The man added conspiratorially.

Harry's eyes grew and he found himself laughing. The two arrived the Professor's office in the third floor and entered, Harry sitting on a chair before the man's desk as he prepared the tea and biscuits.

"How's Hades?" the man asked when he finally sat before Harry.

Harry smiled and took the snake from his pocket where he normally was nowadays. Professor Quirrel always asked for Hades every time they had classes, Harry was used to it. After all it was not every day a DADA Professor had the chance to study a magically feed snake bounded with a human as their bound strengthen and grew.

"Have you spoken to your Mother?" the man asked as he looked at the snake.

/I sent her a letter at the beginning of the month… she has yet to answer back.\ Harry answered truthfully.

"Does she know how to send letters by your owl… Hedwig, isn't it?"

Harry didn't know why he felt proud in his chest that his stuttering Professor, which almost every student made fun of, remembered his pet's names and even what type of tea he liked… it was like he was a different man around Harry and it made him feel… special.

/I had to ask Hagrid to teach me.\ Harry answered. /And yes, that's her name.\

Quirrel's moth quirked at the corner as if the man had found something funny, Harry hadn't talked – not that he could as a matter of fact – so how could the man know of Harry's inner thoughts? It was not like he had shown it his hand movements.

"Where does Miss Potter lives?"

/Surrey.\

Quirrel hummed, sipping from his tea and looking up at Harry, signalling him to eat the cookies. Harry blushed but grabbed one.

"I was told that you were supposed to live with your muggle uncles" Harry's shoulders tensed at once and he was certain from the way the man's eyes darkened that it hadn't gone unnoticed, "because of some blood protection that it would bring you from the Dark Lord himself."

Harry frowned and put the cookie in his mouth to have his hands free.

/Isn't Voldemort dead? And what is preferable? To live an abusive life, where you lose your vocal cords, but are protected from the magical world or to live a happy life with a woman who wants to be your mother even if knowing that one day Voldemort might show up on your door step? I'm just 11, why would he go after me? Hell if I can't even protect myself from muggles how would I be able to fight a Dark Lord? I'm no saviour, unlike what Ron Weasley and those stupid books about my supposed great doings keeps saying. I'm just Harry and all I want…\ Harry sighed sadly. /All I want is to be left alone and to be with my Mother.\

"Don't you fear the Dark Lord?" Professor Quirrel asked.

/Of course I do… I'm 11 for crying out loud! I'm not even a forth of what he is… not to talk of all the spells he knows that I will never dream to master because of the non-verbal issue.\ Harry answered with a shrug and grabbed his tea-cup drinking. /I know people expect me to fight for them since he killed my parents but didn't kill me and instead left me with a scar… if they want a scar so much they can take mines. I hate every and single one of them. They itch, they're uncomfortable and they hurt. Whoever thinks otherwise should be put in the asylum.\ Harry said, leaning the tea-cup in the desk again. /Namely one Ron Weasley who has yet to realize why I hate my scars so much.\

"Don't you hate the man for killing your parents?"

/I never knew them. Why should I hate him for someone I don't know? I could hate him for being the reason I was sent to the Dursleys but I'm sure he wasn't the one who sent me there but Dumbledore so, no I don't hate him for what happened with my parents. I know that it is harsh… but it is the truth. Actually if I had never lost my voice I would have never met Mother.\ Harry added the last part with a smile in place.

"You do love your Mother very much, don't you?" Harry nodded, grinning. "You managed to find happiness in the oddest places. I don't blame you, most people wouldn't understand of course but you aren't the first halfblood being raised and abused by muggles. That's one of the things that the Dark Lord is trying to change in the Wizardry World. To stop abused children from being abused and send them to happier places… you managed to do it on your own without the need of his help. Not every wizard has that luck."

Harry bit the inside of his bottom lip in thought.

/Lord Malfoy said he wanted to be my magical mentor.\ Professor Quirrel hummed surprised. /But… he also wants to take me away from my Mother.\

Professor Quirrel leaned his own cup in the desk and leaned down on his table so he would be closer to Harry and at the same height.

"Most wizards' families don't know the meaning of the world abused. They see the world muggle and associate that every muggle is evil and that every muggle will make sure you get hurt. They don't understand that not every muggle will hurt you. Well, your Godfather for example…"

Harry frowned.

–My what?– Professor Quirrel looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow. He seemed more amused that Harry had used Parseltongue than angry that Harry didn't use hand-sign-language to express himself. /I'm sorry. My what?\

"Your Godfather. You never heard of him?" Harry shook his head and Quirrel snorted. "Well, Sirius Orion Black was your Father best friend in school. But he was abused at his home family for being a Gryffindor and not a Slytherin." Harry's eyes grew. "For being light and not dark. People say that he was never light but simple a dark wizard in hiding with the Potters… he was sent to prison because supposedly he killed 13 people with one single death curse - the same curse that killed your parents and that you are the only survivor. If one thing I remember Black from Hogwarts was that that man would die before he would use a dark curse, he would even marry a muggle just so he would make his parents name go into the mud. So you see, Harry, the Wizardry World needs changes, not just with the way muggles treat magical children but also with the way wizards treat their children." Harry nodded understanding.

/You said that Black supposedly killed, wasn't he proven guilty in the trial?\ Harry asked.

Professor Quirrel smirked amused.

"He was sent to prison without being given a trial… but of course you didn't hear this part from me." The man added conspiratorially making Harry grin amused.

Yes, definitely Quirrel had become his favourite Professor.

"Harry…" Harry hummed, looking up from the cookies he was eating. "What do you know of Nicolas Flamel?"

–MH&PS–

Harry arrived Slytherin common room to see everyone celebrating it took Harry a full minute to realize that there had been a game going on… right they most likely had won. Flint appeared before Harry with a sneer.

"Thinking yourself too good to attend a team game, Potter?" the older teen hissed threateningly.

Harry was in no mood for the teen or any of his others colleagues for that matter. He just wanted to go to his bed and take his pills.

–Just leave me alone, Flint…– he hissed while massaging his closed eyes.

There was a gasp and then the whole common room become silent looking at him. Right… he spoke in Parseltongue. He had just outed himself before the whole Slytherin students as a Parselmouth. Wasn't it just great?

Flint suddenly walked away from his position before Harry and before he knew he was sitting on the common room couches. Shit! He had just moved from the very bottom to the top because of a slip… he didn't want this. All he wanted was to be left alone!

Blaise sat at his side and offered him his pills that Harry took gratefully.

"So what did you do all day?"

Harry shrugged awkwardly. It would take time to get used to being able to sit on the couches without having to lend them to anyone if someone higher than him would've come. Although he supposed that from now on no one would pick up on him and his Gryffindor friends as they usually did inside the common room, from now on no one would dare to tell him who to talk to… maybe it wasn't that bad to be at the top after all.

Draco sat at his side with a smug smirk. The boy had been waiting for this for a really long time.

(TBC)

Hi

I know that I'm making Harry hate Quidditch, but all the images he has of games is of him being picked on because of Dudley and the image of his flying lesson is not much better. So it will take time for Harry to learn for his love for flying, but it will come. Do not worry, ^_^

Hope people enjoyed Quirrel's *cough*Voldemort's*cough* involvement in this chapter, I was unsure of how to make this chapter but then I was given the idea of Harry having a talk with Quirrel and I decided, why not.

Prize to whom can guess what Charlie was doing in Professor Snape's office.

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Thank you for reading

~Isys