A Harry Potter Fan fiction

I don't own Harry Potter

-Noel In Theory–


I don't know what happened or how it did, so I'm just going to blame this one on Harry but for the next two days Mrs. Weasley kept us so busy. For some reason she always kept Harry, Mione, Ron and I away and me around Fred a lot. Being around Fred so much had its advantages, like we kept sneaking away from our duties to make out in various places before getting caught and scolded by a very angry Mrs. Weasley. What can I say? I like kissing. But all these distractions, as amazing as the few of them was, were keeping me from telling them something really important. I blame Harry. I don't know why, I just do. But enough of that, I had more dire needs, like finding a way to talk to them after dinner the night before Fleur's family arrives. But Mrs. Weasley decided yet again to foil any plans to talk to them with her ever growing list of things to do before the wedding.

"Ron I need you to clean your room, Harry could you help Arthur muck out the chickens, Hermione could you change the sheets for Monsieur and Madame Delacour, and Noel could you tend to the garden. Thank you." I head out to the garden, which I had taken care of yesterday with Fred. So I head out to the garden, wait a minute, and sneak back into the house and up to Ron's room.

"Is it me or does your mom really want us to have little to no interaction with each other." I say conjuring a chair by the window and sit down. We hear foot steps coming upstairs.

"I'm doing it, I'm doing it- oh it's you." Ron says as Harry enters the room and closes the door behind him.

"Hi Harry." Mione says to him for the far corner of the room, surrounded by books.

"I got here like a minute before you did." I say from my chair.

"We were talking about Mad-Eye before you guys showed up." Ron says. The night Remus and Kingsley returned to find Moody's body, it was no where to be found leaving me guilt ridden for not keeping an eye on it like I should have. How can I lose a body? Not just anyone's body, but Moody's body.

"What are you doing Mione?" I ask changing the subject.

"I'm trying to decide which books to bring with us when we go looking for the Horcruxes." Mione says sorting through her piles. "You never know when you might need to translate something."

"Guys…" Harry starts and we look at him. "Look I know you said after Dumbledore's funeral that you wanted to come with me but-" Not again.

"Here he goes." Ron says cutting him off.

"It's dangerous, you could get hurt, you're not thinking straight, I won't let you risk your lives." I say quoting him. "We get it."

"No I don't think you do." Harry says.

"Harry we've been getting ready to leave on a moments notice for how long now. I've taken care of my parents who don't think they have a daughter…" Mione sniffs. "…even Ron has taken care of things here. Ron you should show him." Ron groans but a look from Mione makes him get up and lead Harry out of the room. After they return Ron explains to Harry why they did that. With the ghoul in Ron's place, no one would suspect Ron was traveling with Harry.

"And I've actually figured a bit about my powers. During this summer with Carlisle we talked and came up with a theory."

"What's that?" Mione asks curiously.

"Well we're still trying to figure out how it got there but we're assuming I was born with it. The power has something to do with my mind and heart. My brain wants something and my heart acts on it up to a certain point. My brain sends an image of what I want to my heart and my heart pumps out the energy to make it. That's just one thing the power does. I can move things with it, and heal things. But if the thing is far away or larger than I can handle, for example lifting a building, then it won't work well. But when the object is close and small and I can see it then it works, for example when I lifted Malfoy in the air."

"Classic." Ron says with a smile.

"I can also acquire new things to do my powers with. Like fist explosion. I wanted to get through the block and boom." I make a motion of an explosion with my hands. "But I can't just acquire them whenever. It's only sometimes, like when I wanted to stop Dumbledore from being killed."

"But you lost it ones." Mione cuts in. "When Sirius died."

"Carlisle thinks that after I killed my mom's killer, that I went in a mental power shock that I didn't realize. So on the side my power kept building and building, because I used my power less and less when I got to Hogwarts. I used to use it a lot before coming to Hogwarts and we guess my body wasn't used to the abrupt change." I explain. "So that night when I started to really use it, it just short circuited. It never really left, it was just on the fritz."

"But it came back after the incident." Harry says.

"You know up until then I was forcing the powers to work and forcing something to work when it's broken won't make it come back faster. And another catch to the powers is that I have to know what went wrong to fix it. For Katie she was cursed, but I didn't know how at the time or how to fix it. Ron's dad was poisoned by a snake, easily curable no matter what type of snake it is. Malfoy's one was tricky. I didn't know how to fix it but as I said my powers was on a fritz. So when we were distracted by Snape barging in they kicked in on their own and saved him really, the freaky powers they are. So my catches to my powers are distance, size, energy, sight, and knowledge. I can't make things I don't know, I can't fix things I don't know to fix. But I can create things that don't exist if I have an idea or image of the thing I want. Then I thought, what if I forget something I want to make, then I came up with this." I say pulling out my mp3. "To you it looks like an ordinary mp3, but it is actually a handy magical device. I added on apps to it like a storage app to add things into it under a catalog of course that does not include living people or animals but does have food, clothes, living items, books, etc.; a sneakerscope app, that lights it up and vibrates it like a sneakerscope does; a potion app, that also has a catalog of potions separate from the storage app; a notes app, personally I don't use it but I couldn't take it off; and other's that I don't feel like explaining at the moment."

"You've had a busy summer." Harry says.

"It was a busy summer, but I could hardly sleep but that's another story for another time." I say pocketing the mp3. "I also have things that I'm in the process of inventing but haven't quite finished yet so who's next?" I ask looking around.

"I've been researching on how to destroy a Horcrux." Mione says.

"How?" Harry asks. "There must not have been any books in the library."

"There weren't. Dumbledore had them and on the day of the funeral I took them." Mione says turning pink.

"And…" I say.

"Well it's a painful process to rip your soul into seven, but one of the ways you can destroy them is a basilisk fang or something just as destructive." Damn, that's one thing I can't pop in.

"So if we destroy the thing that holds the soul, can't it go into something else?" Ron asks.

"No it can't because if you stabbed the thing holding the soul, the soul dies. That's what a Horcrux is. If I stabbed you, you'd die but not your soul." Mione explains.

"But what about Ginny?"

"If you hold onto it emotionally not physically for too long, the soul could come in and take hold over the person holding it, like when Ginny wrote in it." Soooo…weird. Suddenly the door to Ron's room flies open, in shock my chair disappears and I fall to the floor as I reached to my hair for my wand, realizing it was only Mrs. Weasley, and stop. She looked at us furiously.

"Sorry to interrupt but there are presents to be sorted and you said you would help." Mrs. Weasley says.

"Of course." Mione says getting up quickly.

"Of course." I say also standing, patting off my rear and follow them. Even though we didn't get to talk as long as I wanted, at least we got to talk to each other at all. Now that just means that we need to be extra careful in sneaking around Mrs. Weasley…oh I get it. It's not Harry's fault, its Mrs. Weasley's fault. She planned keeping us away the sly monkey her. She doesn't want us to talk because if we talk then we're going to leave and she knows it. Very sneaky…but not sneaky enough. Using the wedding as a disguise and the plan to keep us apart was incognito. Props to her, but we will eventually out smart her. We will…we have to whether she likes it or not.


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