A Harry Potter Fan Fiction
I don't own Harry Potter or Pac Man or Super Mario
Noel's POV
-The New Girl-
I pace back and forth. How long did it take for the Hogwarts express to leave King's Cross and get here? Why was Dumbledore's beard so long? I couldn't wait for the train to come so I could get sorted and head off to bed. It's not like I was nervous or anything, or stayed up really late trying to count the sheep, not that it works. Maybe I was a bit nervous and maybe I was a bit sad too. My name is Noel Marie Dumbledore. I am currently at Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, because I transferred here from Salem Academy in Oregon. My life is totally normal except for the fact that Albus Dumbledore happens to be Great Grandfather and that my Mother had died one day when I arrived home from school. I don't remember the details of it, but the point was that she was gone and that her death was one of the reasons why I was here. In the daze of pacing, I don't notice Professor Minerva McGonagall entering the Great Hall.
"Noel, it's time." McGonagall says. I nod and snap on my robes over my Super Mario t-shirt and jeans. To hell with the uniform since it's not like you can see it under my robes anyway. I follow her out to wait for the first years that were about to be arriving by boat across the lake. I see the little kids getting off the boats and notice how tiny they were, like pick up and fit in my pocket type of small. 'Friddgin midgets' I think to myself, watching them stare at me wide-eyed. We enter the Great Hall and take the long walk from the big oak doors to the front of the teacher's table. The ceiling was bewitched to look like the night sky with hundreds of candles floating in the air and yet the candle wax never seemed to fall on anyone sitting below. We come to a stop and a boy at my side starts to tremble, while looking extremely pale and scared.
"You shouldn't be worrying tiny. I should be the one worried since they all probably think I'm some eleven year old troll with a wand who happens to smell nice." I whisper jokingly to the boy. He laughs and stops trembling. I look up at Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling right at me, as he stands up.
"First of all, before we start the sorting of the first years, I would like to introduce a new transfer student all the way from America. She is my Great Granddaughter. Noel please come to the front." Dumbledore announces gesturing towards the stool in front of us and the whole school. 'This is what you wanted' I think to myself, 'you wanted to come here'. I take a deep breath before walking forward and sit on the stool for McGonagall to place the sorting hat on my head.
"HAH… a Dumbledore. There hasn't been one in this school for a long time. But where to put you? The brains from your Grandmother, the loyalty from your Mother, ambition from your Great Grandfather, bravery from within yourself. On the other hand you have the lack of self control from your Father." My Father? What about my Father? "A hard decision indeed." The hat mutters aloud. My eyes sweep over the Great Hall, stopping a mili-second to stare into a set of emerald almond shaped eyes. Nice. After a few minutes, I start to get bored. Hurry it up already before I make a decision for you. "Oh alright. You also get your impatience from him as well…Gryffindor!" It shouts. I breathe out a sigh of relief while walking quickly to the Gryffindor table as they cheer for me. Honestly, it didn't matter which house I was sorted in as long as I was sorted somewhere. I sit next to a girl with extremely bushy brown hair. She mumbles something to the boys in front of her and I notice the green eyed boy from when I was up on the stool. The girl turns to me and smiles brightly.
"I'm Hermione Granger." She says introducing herself. "I didn't know Professor Dumbledore had a Child let alone a Great Grandchild."
"It's not a well known fact about him, so the Daily Prophet will be buzzing soon about my return to London, but I assumed it was to continue the name of Dumbledore line. I'm Noel by the way." I say.
"I'm so hungry." A guy with red hair says across from Hermione.
"When are you not hungry?" The guy with the emerald eyes and unruly raven hair jokes next to him. He receives a playful punch from the red haired guy. "I'm Harry Potter." Harry Potter? Oh right. He's the savior with the widely known scar that I should have spotted earlier. Everyone knows about him, even all the way in America.
"I'm Ron Weasley." The red haired guy says.
"I thought you said you were 'so hungry'?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.
"That too." Ron says and Harry snorts.
"So what do you do for fun?" Hermione asks.
"Read, joke around, play Quidditch, hang out with Nearly Headless Nick, and swim in the lake." I say. At the sound of Quidditch, Harry and Ron perks up.
"You play Quidditch?" They ask in unison.
"Oh no, I've lost you." Hermione groans.
"Yeah, I was the best seeker at my old school, but only after school work of course because my Mom...would have killed me if I fell behind..." I say trailing off near the end.
"Looks like you have some competition." Ron taunts Harry as we look up to see the last first year sorted into their house and Dumbledore arises from his seat.
"To our newcomers welcome! To our old hands – welcome back. There is a time for speech making, but this is not it. Tuck in!" He says sitting down, swishing his long beard aside as if not to get it dirty while he ate. Food appears out of nowhere on the five tables.
"Excellent." Ron says pilling pork chops, mash potatoes, and broccoli on his plate. He shovels the food into his mouth, looking a bit like a vacuum cleaner or a black hole. Ron groans happily before looking at my empty plate. "Choo ana beat?" He asks with his mouth full of pork.
"Ah… what?" I ask confused. Harry bursts out laughing while Hermione looks away revolted. Ron swallows his food.
"You gonna eat?" Ron asks again.
"Unless an American cheeseburger and french-fries appears on my plate, then no. Besides… I'm not hungry anymore." I say taking a sip of my pumpkin juice. I think anyone who looked into Ron's mouth while he was eating would agree with me on that fact. I look up to see a blonde guy with steel gray eyes glaring at Harry. "Err Harry… someone looks like they are glaring at you to death." I say. Harry turns around to see the guy turn away then turns back to me.
"Oh that's just Malfoy, the freak ferret who hates my guts and likewise to him. Don't mind him at all." Harry explains.
"Oh." I say looking up to see Malfoy glaring again and I sensed that he was gonna be a future problem for me just by looking at his face. I brush it off to start to talk to a boy named Thomas Matthews, who was in the fourth year.
Dumbledore gets up again after a while and the plates were cleared of all food. I was bored. Why was Harry partly blind? Why was Hermione's hair so poofy? Why did Ron eat so much? Because Ron ate a lot, why wasn't he fat? Wrapped so much in my thoughts, I don't notice everyone getting up and begin to leave. I had missed the welcoming speech. Shoot! I always have next year.
"Ron we're supposed to show the first years where to go!" Hermione says getting up and I stand up as well.
"Oh yeah. Hey-hey you lot! Midgets!" Ron shouts. I snort. That's what I called them.
"Ron!" Hermione hisses.
"Well they are." Ron says.
"I know, but don't call them midgets… First years!" Hermione calls commandingly along the table. "This way." She says as she and Ron leads the group away leaving me alone with Harry. We walk together in silence out of the Great Hall.
"What year are you in?" Harry asks to fill the silence. "Dumbledore never said."
"Fifth year." I say.
"Me too, would have never guessed with you though because you seem like you could be older." Harry says. Suddenly someone slams past me while shoving me hard in the arm. It was that Malfoy guy. See what I mean, problems.
"Watch where you're walking Malfoy. Are you blind?" I growl at him. He was on my bad list now. Nobody rams into me for no reason and gets away with it. He turns back to us, the first years that he was leading were watching eagerly.
"Oh look its Boy Wonder and the fool's Great Granddaughter." He sneers and I roll my eyes. Was that the best he could come up with, because it seemed like he spent the whole evening just to come up with that.
"Malfoy sod off" Harry says.
"Yeah Malfoy, your Mom." I taunt him.
"My Mom what?" Malfoy asks confused.
"Just your Mom." I guess the 'your Mom' taunt doesn't work if the one your taunting has no idea what you're saying.
"Whatever. You're cute, so I'll let your little outburst pass for today." Malfoy says walking away. The first years follow him reluctantly, let down by the lack of fighting.
"What an ass." I say angrily. He's the one who slammed into me and now he gets to decide to let me slide? I was beginning to hate him more and more and not because he was in Slytherin. Not all Sytherin's were bad, I knew from experience, but most of them were. We start walking again before coming to a stop in front of a portrait with a Fat Lady on it.
"Password?" The Fat Lady asks.
"I don't know the password." I whisper. A guy runs up to us looking extremely excited.
"Neville?" Harry says.
"I know the password. It's Mimbulus Mimbletonia." Neville says.
"Correct." The Fat Lady says swinging forward. We walk inside to a huge Common Room splashed with red and gold; with desks, comfy armchairs/couches, and a fireplace. Harry walks straight to the staircase, up the stairs, and into where I guess was the boy's dormitory. I walk to and up the stairs opposite of where Harry went.
"Hey Hermione." I say going to the four poster bed with my trunk in front of it. I walk over to my closet next to the bed and pull out my pac man pajamas before heading to the bathroom and take a shower before going to bed.
AN: So I decided to keep only the last installment up while I take down the first two during my reboot of the story. (Eventually when I start rebooting the third one, I will be taking down the last installment.)
AN2: I could go on an on about how sorry I am about not updating in a long time, it's not that I wasn't thinking about the story because I was, it's just that I was distracted away from my story and it's taken me a long time to set my priorities back in
AN3: The storyline won't be altered too much from the main run of it, I just tweaked if around here and there to fix what I thought I should have fixed in the beginning. Please enjoy the new updated version, one that I have been tweaking around with during my absence of two very long shameful years.
AN4: Last one...it's Yesung's, of Super Junior, birthday today...just saying. :)