HP: The Silent Chirping of Sparrows

When she was eight, Ariana Green drew an invisible house on a gentle slope in Devon. The house was called the Burrow, and the Weasley family lived there. She couldn't speak, but the doors she drew could open.

From the first time they saw her drawings, Fred and George knew: this quiet girl heard things differently from them. She painted their nonsense as golden-red fireworks and deep-blue lakes, and every moment of waiting as light shining through a crack in a door. She fell in love with two people at once, with two whole and complete loves. They told her she didn't have to choose.

From the walls of drawings in the attic to the towers of Hogwarts, from the purple where three shadows met beside the Black Lake to the warmth of seventeen doors converging on the eve of the great battle, she drew for thirty-four years, drawing countless doors. Behind every door were people who spoke in another way.

The song of a sparrow. Not the chirping of a bird, but the sound of a silent person being heard.