A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

I don't own Harry Potter

Pre-Chapter Wind - While Ron and Harry are doing their homework, Noel is taken for a day out at of Hogwarts by Fred. During dinner, Noel and Hermione get into a conversation about House Elf rights. To distract Hermione, Noel asks Hermione about Halloween at Hogwarts. This year Dumbledore has planned for a ball at Hogwarts with a band. Ron gets a letter from his older Brother Percy before Noel heads off to bed for the night.

-Staying Quiet-

"Hey Noel." Fred says, walking past my place at the table during breakfast Monday morning in the Great Hall.

"Hey, come sit." I greet him while patting the empty spot beside me. He grins and sits down.

"So, I had a good day yesterday with you."

"I did too."

"That's great. Maybe we can do it again sometime, only this time we'll do it during a scheduled visit to Hogsmeade so we wont have to sneak out."

"Aww, but sneaking out with you was my favorite part."

"You two snuck off to Hogsmeade yesterday while Harry and I was stuck inside all day doing our homework?" Ron asks, sitting in front of us with Harry beside him and Hermione takes the other free spot on my right side. "You didn't even think of bringing us back anything?"

"Why? You wouldn't have brought back us anything because you would have eaten it before even reaching Hogwarts and we'd be left with the wrappers." Fred retorts.

"So? Why are you even hanging around Noel so much? You've never hung out with anyone in our year before she came."

"Because I'm awesome." I say, coming to Fred's aid. "I would consider myself to be plenty of people's friends, but you four would be my close friends."

"I've graduated to close friend? You're awesomeness is radiating all over me and if feels good." Fred says happily.

"Get a room." Ron says. I shake my head before taking a bite of toast and chew it slowly when the morning mail begins to start flying in. I reach for my goblet of orange juice when an owl flies over to land in front of me to stick out it's leg with a letter tied to it. I take the letter and watch the owl fly off. I turn the letter over in my hands while wondering who it could be from.

"Noel, what's that?" Hermione asks. I shrug.

"I don't know. I never get mail because I have no one who'd write to me that isn't already living here." I say, opening it and read aloud…

Dearest Angelface,

Life here at Salem has been pretty dull without you. We didn't know what happened to you or where you went. All we knew is that had you left without a trace, although leaving without saying goodbye is definitely your style.

The reason why we're writing now is because we got a letter from a man who said he's your Great Grandfather. He told us you were currently in London going to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry and that the band was invited to come perform for a Halloween dance there. Jake jumped at the chance to have us performing, but we all jumped at a chance to be together again and to see you.

We know you hate surprises, so that's why we're telling you now that we will be there for a month and will be arriving the day after your birthday. We can't wait you see you.

Your Devils,

David, Richie, Derek, Drew, and Jake.

...nobody except them that is.

"It's your birthday this month?" Hermione asks. I nod, suddenly very excited. My friends were coming here. I was worried they're forget all about me after leaving the way I did without even a letter to explain what was going on.

"Yup, on September 30th." I say, resting my head on the table and grinning happily about the good news of my friends coming here to see me.

"Ha! I'm about two months older than you." Harry teases.

"Well that just means that you're going to turn old, senile, and wrinkled about two months before me with your receding hairline and near blind eye-sight." I say. I stare at Harry, picturing him as an old man with dentures.

Noel's inner theater

"Ron, my nimbus millennium isn't coming up like it used to." Harry wheezes to Ron, who was sitting on a moth eaten couch and staring intently at the television screen that wasn't even turned on.

"Huh? What? You want popsicles… they're in the basement. Hmmmmmm, popsicles would go good with the movie I'm watching." Ron wheezes back.

"Ron, where's my Wizard's Viagra. I want to party like I'm 20 again." Harry wheezes rolling his automated wheelchair into the kitchen.

"Huh, what? I can't hear you…the movie is too loud and it's getting to a boring part..." Ron wheezes, falling asleep and snoring loudly.

"I remember when I was thirteen, I punched Malfoy right in his face." Hermione crackles.

"Viagra!" Harry shouts with his dentures popping out of his mouth.

End of Noel's inner theater

"We're going to need a lot of denture glue." I mutter to myself.

"What did you say? You were staring off for a while?" Hermione asks.

"Nothing. Just daydreaming." I say and look around, noticing the now empty spot beside me. "Where did Fred go?"

"He left in the middle of your daydreaming. He said goodbye, but your were far off to hear him." Harry says.

"What do they mean by 'the band was invited to perform for a Halloween dance'? Are your friend's musicians or something?" Hermione asks, with my letter in her hands. When did she get it? Did it happen during my daydreaming as well?

"Ummm maybe…" I trail off, taking the letter back from her. I didn't want to tell them that not only were my friends musicians, but I was as well. I was shocked at first that people were more surprised I was related to Dumbledore than for being in a band that was pretty popular world wide. I then guessed that they didn't recognize me yet because I dress more conservatively when I'm not on stage and I haven't had occasion to sing.

"Maybe? Either they are or they aren't." Ron says. They're all gonna find out next month anyway, so I don't really need to tell them now. I can just hold off until next month to remain Noel Dumbledore just a little longer before becoming Noel Dumbledore, singer of Heaven's Little Devils. Jake liked to say our band was called that because we would say we are angels turned into mischief making devils, who fell from Heaven to Earth. We were spending our time singing in hopes of our voices reaching up to Heaven so that God could hear it and we could return home one day. David on the other hand liked to say we had the faces of angels, but acted like devils. It didn't really matter which one was the one we were using because the fans seemed to like both stories.

"Hypothetically they are… that's hypothetically… it doesn't have anything to do with me okay. They also sometimes speak in code… tongues even so I don't know what it means, but I do know that it's not related to me on bit. Not even one smidgen. Not even one grain of sand. Not even the rock in my shoe. Not even-" I rant quickly.

"Okay Noel, we get it. We were just asking if they were musicians and you answered. No need to go off in a million direction rant like you had something to hide." Hermione says, cutting me off.

"What- huh- pffft noooo. Nooo I wasn't… so anyway like yeah, what we're we talking about? I think the bell's going to ring." I say as the bell rings for class and we get up to leave. Hermione gives me this 'I'm not finished with you' look as we part with her to go to Divination. I really hoped she'd let it go and forget it.

I pull out my dream diary and look up to see the trap door open and thinking 'He or she's in trouble…' then stiffen up when I see who really came up.

"Noel, what's wrong?" The guys ask.

"That." I say as they follow the direction of my gaze to see Umbridge. She talks with Trelawney for a minute before taking a seat in front of the class.

"Divide into your groups and interpret each others nightmare visions from your dream diary with your dream oracle." Trelawney says.

"Quick, say something." Harry and Ron says looking at me.

"What? No! I went last time remember? You say something." I say.

"And it was funny. Most of the things on this are made up." Harry says pointing at his dream diary. I roll my eyes and Ron sniggers.

"Fine. I dreamt that…Malfoy and Umbridge were dating, except Malfoy had no legs and Umbridge was a blind mute. In the afternoons they would both go down to the lake to swim with the mermaids buck naked." I say watching the boys flip through the books.

"Do we look under naked teacher or naked student?" Ron sniggers.

"I think we look under naked fat toad and naked furry ferret." Harry sniggers back making me laugh.

"So what's the verdict?" I ask. I couldn't wait to hear what those two would come up with as the result from my unusual and scaring dream.

"It seems that you would have had a week's detention if you were in my class. As this is Divination, you are not blamed for what you dream or the outcome of that dream would be. Here is a warning though, keep your dreams about me to yourself. The detention will be your future if you do it again." An eerie voice says behind us. The excitement drains from my face as we turn to see Umbridge there. She smiles at us evilly and goes away.

"Even in this muggy room I think I just got chills." I whisper.

"I didn't even see her there. She can't give us detention for what we come up with. Everything's fine." Harry says, patting my shoulder. I nod. The bell rings and after we pack our things we go to DADA, meeting up with Hermione on the way there.

"I can't believe that Harry is stuck with Umbridge for another week." I groan to Hermione as we walked up to our dormitory after dinner. Harry had landed himself another week of detention during DADA today with Umbridge. I felt bad because it kinda felt like, with the way he looked at me after class, that he thought I should have said something with him instead of sticking silent. I would have said something...I wanted to say something...but I had this nagging voice similar to Severus's voice in my head telling me I better not land in detention again because this time he wouldn't be able to save me. His nagging drowned out her voice, and even though I was inches from doing something, the voice convinced me I would regret so I stayed down.

"Harry needs to learn to control his temper. If he doesn't, then he's going to keep on getting mad and he's going continue to snap at the people around him."

"I've noticed." I also, by chance, have come to notice the temper Percy pointed out. Too bad he didn't mention how cute Harry looked when he was mad because he was really cute.