Find Your Voice

by Alarming To The Senses

She was the girl everyone wanted to be. Dylan Matthews. She was the most outgoing, happy person you'd ever meet. And then one summer, it all changed. Dylan thought that everything would be better if no one knew the truth. Dylan thought that everything would be better if she stayed mute. But this sudden change effects her friends too. What happens when they figure out the truth?

1. Chapter 1

I found this little drabble in my collection of unfinished stories and ideas. Tell me what you think of it. Should I continue?

I do not own anything besides Dylan!

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I swerve through a crowd of people I don't know.

It's like this every year.

Mom and dad can't take me to King's Cross, they're too busy.

I don't mind though.

I usually meet up with my friends.

But right now, I just want to be alone.

It's my fourth year as a Gryffindor at Hogwarts.

My mother was a Hufflepuff, my dream house.

Dad's a muggle.

I immediately spot a group of gingers.

Fred and George, my best friends, and Ron Weasley.

I look down at my plain clothing.

I"m wearing a grey nike hoodie with black sweatpants.

My hair is in a messy bun.

I don't give much into my appearance since IT happened.

I guess that's a good thing.

Maybe.

I spot my Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson talking to each other.

I'm closer to Angelina.

I plunge my luggage away, and set out to find an empty compartment.

"Dylan!" I whip my head to the direction of where the voice came from.

"Lil Dyl!" Fred joked.

I cracked a half smiled.

It's not that funny.

"Where you going? We've been looking for you," George told me.

"I, uh, was actually headed to the bathroom," I lied.

"Well, come looking for us when you're finished, eh?" Fred asked.

I nodded.

I stood there, watching they playfully punch each other as they ran back to their compartment.

I'm sorry.

Why couldn't I just say that?

I knew what was running through their minds.

Why does she look so depressed?

What happened to her?

Pain does that to you.

"Dylan! Hey what's up? I didn't get to OWL you. My parents grounded me the entire summer for going to Michael Jones' party. Didn't you say that you were going?" Girl number one asked.

I nodded.

"I think I saw you there. My brother probably mentioned seeing you. I didn't get to go," Girl number two told me.

They were exact replicas of each other.

Both had slick black hair that was to die for, with plump lips that looked kissable to any guy around.

"Well I'll see you around, Dylan. Bye!" Both girls wave goodbye.

I stumble into the nearest compartment.

Thank goodness it's empty.

I lock the door behind me, closing the curtain along with it.

I wasn't in the mood for talking.

I wasn't in the mood for talking all summer.

Maybe my friends wouldn't notice if I stopped talking.

If I just stayed mute.

Maybe it's better that way.

No one would know the truth.