Prologue
Deep within the walls of Hogwarts there was an 8 year old girl laying in bed thinking about the day she could cast a patronus charm like her father. Thinking of a day when she could hear. She pondered this thought for a while thinking things like what would it be like to hear, would it be scary the first time, would it be loud, quiet, somewhere in between. What did her fathers voice sound like, what did Madam Pomfrey's voice sound like. Would their voices sound warm and inviting, loud or soft. That girl was Isabella Ariana Dumbledore. And she was me.