The Secret of Silence

Harry Potter was different. He had always know that to be true. Since the day he could form a cognitive memory he had been told he was ‘abnormal.’Most would say that being unique, different, or even abnormal was a good thing. Something to be proud of, even. Harry did not agree. He had learned tricks to hide just how different he was. That was all upended when he learned that magic existed, and said magic took away his tools.Struggling in a world built for those who could always hear, Harry is forced to learn quick to survive not just the castle, but those who wish to harm him for a past he has no memory of.As he struggles through the new while learning that old habits die hard, Harry learns that, sometimes, help can be found in unexpected places. But only if one knows how to look.(Will probably change the summary, as this is just an idea I had for a few days)

As a disclaimer, I own nothing of Harry Potter. Sadly, those rights still belong to she who shall not be named.This is a little story that has been fueled by many different posts and images I have seen lately on my tumblr and pintrest. I saw a small thing about deaf Harry and thought, that could be fun to play with, and here we are. My first attempt at a Harry Potter fic.I am a LONG time reader of Drarry, probably my first ever fandom if I am being honest and that was awhile ago. I have been scared to even try to dip my toe into this fandom so here goes nothing.