Summary: Freddie finds some new interesting facts about Sam. For example, she's a Harry Potter nerd?! What will he make her do for his silence? iCarly, SEDDIE.

N/A: I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update this, as school just started, but I'm going to try my best. I'm not sure how long it's going to be, and also, if you're not up to speed on the books, there will be spoilers, but I'll let you know when they're coming up during the story. I came up with the idea simply because I am a huge Harry Potter nut myself. My tribute to my favorite ship ever and my favorite book series ever. Yay!

And sorry to all of my readers who don't like Harry Potter. I just couldn't help myself.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, iCarly or the Moaning Myrtles. But if I did, think how rich I'd be! Haha

Chapter 1: Freddie Is Not The Only Nerd

"And we're clear!" Freddie Benson yelled as he switched off the large red button on his video camera. Carly Shay and Sam Puckett were still standing in front of it holding up a large photo of two clowns making out.

"Man that really was 'The Creepiest Picture We've Ever Seen'" Sam said, using air quotes to prove her point.

"Totally! That was a great show guys, good work!" Carly congratulated her friends on a job well done, just like she did after every show. Freddie practically drooled as Carly gave him a high five. Sam rolled her eyes in disgust. Freddie was such a dummie. Couldn't he see Carly didn't like him that way? It was sickening, really.

"Sam, hello?" Sam was forced out of her thought by Carly offering her some bacon for a snack. Normally she wouldn't pass up stuffing her face with dead pig for anything but, oh, crap, it's so, erk, it's supposed to come in today, she battled with herself over her silent dilemma. Clearly Carly picked up on her struggle, and said:

"Sam, you ok? Come on, we've got the bacon flavored bubble gum, too!"

"Yes, well, normally you know eating pig meat is my second favorite thing in the world, but..."

"Second?" Freddie cut her off, "What's the first?"

"Messing with you, of course!" She replied in an oddly chipper tone of voice. Freddie just glared at her and said:

"Why me in particular, huh? Why is it always me?"

"Because you're so nerdy, it's practically a breeze to pick on you."

"Come on, Sam! There's got to be one nerdy thing about you!" Sam lied through her teeth, as she always did.

"Nope, I'm pure awesome, and you're pure 'not'some."

"Whatever, Sam."

"Anyways, Carls, I gotta go. My mom wants me to rub ointment on her feet every hour, on the hour, so I really gotta split like a banana."

"Alright, fine, good job on the show again!" Sam gave her a thumbs up as she ran out the door of the iCarly studio, heading towards the stairs. Freddie just stared after her. He knew there had to be at least ONE nerdy or un-tough thing about Sam Puckett. And he was determined to find out what it was.

Boy was he going to.

Making fun is not okay,

You make me wanna cry.

You hurt me with the things you say,

And I still don't know why.

So what if I'm quite a pest,

And all I do is moan?

You are making me depressed,

Oh Peeves leave me alone!

I'm not ugly, I'm not fat!

You said I was and I ain't down with that!

No wonder I'm miserable and now they call me Moaning Myrtle!

You'd say you come in here to pee,

But you make fun of my acne.

No wonder I'm miserable and now they call me Moaning Myrtle!

Sam Puckett danced around her room, singing along to her guilty pleasure, the wizard rock band The Moaning Myrtles. Yes, that's right you heard it here first, folks, Sam Puckett happened to like Harry Potter. A lot. Yeah, it's a shocker. But no one knew about it. It was her secret. She wouldn't tell anyone. Well, except Carly, but they ankle swore on it, and besides, why would Carly tell something like that? She was a good friend. Sam was very happy to have gotten the Myrtle's new cd, and she just couldn't stop listening to it. She'd even left Carly's house (and an excuse to eat bacon and make fun of Freddie) for it. And if anyone knows Sam, that meant a lot.

She picked up Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows from where it was sitting precariously on the a pile of dirty laundry that was on the floor of her very messy bedroom. She was really loved this song, and out of a sheer potter-crazed moment, she decided to read aloud her favorite scene from Deathly Hallows. (n/a: spoiler alert!!). She sat down with her back rested against the wall farthest from the door and opened up J.K. Rowling's wonderful peice of literature. She flipped through the pages fast, heading towards the back of the book, and found it, page 625.

"Hang on a moment!" said Ron sharply. "We've forgotten someone!"

"Who?" asked Hermione.

"The house-elves, they'll all be down in the kitchen, won't they?"

"You mean we ought to get them fighting?" asked Harry.

"No," said Ron seriously, "I mean we should tell them to get out. We don't want any more Dobbies, do we? We can't order them to die for us - "

There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.

Sam sighed. She had always loved Ron and Hermione as a couple, even though she had only started reading the books four months ago (note: she finished the whole series by the end of the following week). They're sort of like Freddie and me, the way the fight back and forth, she thought. Wait, what?! No, Sam, they're not, we're not like them at all, because they like each other. And I don't like Freddie! She shook her head to get all thoughts of Freddie out of her head. She didn't want to think about him, she just wanted to enjoy her time when no one would judge her, when it was just her and Harry.

To get all thoughts of the dork out of her head, she decided to go back to the book and continue reading, this time silently. She sat there against the wall for a while, just reading, and occasionally humming along to the Myrtle's cd while she did. When the title track came on, she couldn't resist singing along a bit herself.

"What about Myrtle, where did she go? Her absence has caused us so much woe! I called her up, but she couldn't be reached. I guess she went - " but someone cut off Sam's very embarrassing, fangirl-y singing spree.

"Sam? What are you doing?" Sam looked up from her book to see none other than Freddie Benson standing in the doorway, holding her school backpack, which she must have left at Carly's. "Are you reading Harry Potter? And what the heck are you singing along to?"

Crap, Sam thought, My nerdy secret is out.

N/A: Oh, my god! Sam got caught doing the pretty much most un-Sam thing ever! By Freddie! I hope at least someone out there liked this, and if you did, let me know by reviewing. Next chapter coming as soon as I can! Love you all and thanks for reading!!

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