Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all these magnifficent charecters. I own Linsi, my friend owns Cecelia, and the rest is history.

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Prologue

On Halloween many years ago, it was late one night when the Potters (my family) were betrayed. It wasn't my fault, it wasn't anybody's fault. Except for that one bastard, Mr. Peter Pettigrew. Now don't judge me, he really is a bastard. I have a right to hate him. He destroyed my life. Harry was one year old, I was five hours old, and our deaf older sister Amanda was seven. It was late, and my parents were very excited as they had just brought me home earlier that day. My sister was jealous that I was getting all the attention, and kept on stealing my father's wand. Harry was being all cute and Harry-like, and had started walking the previous day. So just as he was toddling around, the door turned green and broke down. Mom grabbed all three of us and pulled us back, while Dad pulled out his wand and got ready to defend, but it wasn't enough. Because standing there was Voldemort, willing and ready to kill them all with Amanda and I in the very next room. The problem is, we both know he didn't have to kill anybody except Harry. But all he wanted was Harry, so all he went for was Harry. The problem was, my parents didn't quite agree with that idea. And to tell the truth, I don't think I would either. But because of that decision, we're all orphans. All three of us.

Back then, we lived on an island. When our house burst into flame, a muggle saw it. But not just any muggle. Mr. Granger, Hermione's father. He was looking out of his sitting room window when he saw that same flash of green. After alerting his wife, kissing his baby daughter, grabbing his rain slicker and running out the door, he carefully maneuvered his small old wooden fishing dinghy out through the stormy water towards the one-man island. As he reached the island, he heard a scream and saw one final green flash before all was quiet, the storm and the aura around the house. From Mr. Granger we have all heard tons of this story, since he is our adopted father, but we still have missing details. We know that he found Amanda passed out in the wreckage while hugging me to her, and that Harry was found with a brand-new scar sitting in the pile of ruined fabric and a few salvaged cushions, the ruins of a formerly beautiful couch. He saw Amanda in distress, having felt the crash of her parents murdered in the very next room, Harry terrified, having seen his parents murdered and almost murdered himself, and he saw me, horrified, but having no idea what was going on. Without questioning anything, while slowly helping Amanda up, he explained something to her.

"I know that you are afraid. I know that you are positively horrified. But you need to let me help you get to mainland." Amanda stared at him, a blank look on his face, not saying or comprehending anything. "I'm not exactly sure what happened, and I don't need an explanation. But I do need you to stay calm and hold onto your sister for me, as she can't really take care of herself. You need to help me calmly get your brother out of here, get into my boat, and go back to my house. From there we can contact the police." Amanda didn't do anything, but sat there with her eyebrows furrowed. All of a sudden, she shoved me into Mr. Granger's arms and began to burrow through the shards of wood and glass until she found a thin rod of wood, and pocketed it. She than went over by one of the bodies and found another one, which she also pocketed. Having found what she wanted, she took me gently back, and went over to Harry. After gesturing for Mr. Granger to come over, she had him scoop up Harry than take him to the boat. After Harry was safely in she handed me to Mr. Granger and climbed in, than quickly took me back and sat in the tip of the dinghy and positioned Harry so that he was sitting against her legs with his arms were twisted around her calves. No matter how scared she was, she was our family's current symbol of hope, and as we got paddled back to shore, she sat up strait and comforted Harry.

When we got back to shore, Amanda again handed Harry to Mr. Granger and climbed out. As he guided her towards his cottage about fifty yards away from where he tied up his boat, and as they walked, he briefed her on his home. "I live with my wife, Ellen, and my daughter, Hermione, who looks like she's the same age as your younger brother here. We can probably find a place for you to sleep tonight, and than tomorrow we can take care of today's events." By then, they were up to the back stoop, and Mr. Granger was opening the door for Amanda and Harry to walk through. As soon as he got in, he called to his wife, "Ellen! Come here!" and a lady with a large amount of curly brown hair came running down the hall with a daughter in tow. "Oh my… um… Greg, who are they and what are they doing here?"

"Ellen, do you remember the nice chap that lived on the island out there with his wife?" Greg asked.

"Oh yes, I met his wife one time… lovely woman..."

"Well, these are their children, and they need a place to stay for a couple of days. I have offered to take them. Is that okay?"

"I guess so… the oldest can sleep… on the couch, the boy can sleep in Hermione's bed, the baby can sleep in Hermione's old crib."

The woman busied herself with sleeping arrangements and left to set up a playpen for her young daughter. Mr. Granger knelt down beside Amanda and asked her to tell him her name. She didn't respond. This was starting to seem odder than normal through his eyes. He pointed to his daughter.

"This is Hermione. She just happens to be our little genius. In fact, she's already talking in phrases!"

As if to prove his point, Hermione chose that moment to ask Harry, "Who ah you?"

Amanda didn't look nearly as impressed as he expected. She simply cocked her head and stared at the young girl.

Hermione's face burst into a grin. "You gunna stay wit me!" and with that tried to pull Amanda by her hand and towards the stairs.

Amanda stayed put. "You can go, its okay."

When Amanda noticed his lips moving, she started to make hand motions as if trying to communicate. Then Mr. Granger realized what was going on. The girl was deaf.

The next day, the Potter's family friend Remus Lupin came to talk to the Grangers about the Potter family's options. He revealed that since their parents where magical, they probably where also. He suggested that Harry and Linsi go to live with their aunt and uncle to shield them from this terrible reality, but since Amanda already knew the truth, she should go live with another magical family and they could be reunited once Harry and Linsi understood everything. Since this seemed like a pretty reasonable idea, the Granger's agreed. Amanda would live with the Diggory family, who had a four year old boy and a one year old girl, while the other two would live with the Dursleys. The deal was done, the Granger's where thanked, and the Potter family whisked away.